Dressed as a villain eunuch, he was robbed by the world because of his sand sculpture.

Yue Fuling turned around in disbelief. The moment she saw the person clearly, her vision went dark and she almost lost her balance.

Fortunately, the hand holding her arm was firm and held her firmly.

Yue Fuling gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with tears for a moment, but she didn't want anyone to see her, so she threw herself into the person's arms, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Her back was caressed repeatedly, and she couldn't bear it anymore. She put her arms around the man's neck on tiptoes, opened her mouth and bit the side of his neck.

The tears that I had been unable to cry finally found their way out.

Jun Jing's eyes were red, and he gently held the back of the person in his arms' neck, tilted his head and kissed her temples, and said in a hoarse voice: "Ayue, for the first time, I feel that God has been kind to me, and you are still fine. very nice."

Yue Fuling didn't cry at all, biting the side of Jun Jing's neck until she tasted the fishy taste of blood in her mouth, and she gradually calmed down.

Just as she was about to speak, Yan Zhuo roared from behind, "Stop hugging me! If I die here for you two, I will never let you go even if I am a ghost!"

She turned back, and Yuan Chen's army was chasing behind her. Yan Zhuo and his men were blocking them.

Jun Jing gently pushed her head back and pushed her into his arms again, "Let him be a ghost."

Yue Fuling wanted to laugh again, but couldn't hold back her tears. Suddenly she saw Jun Jing's left hand hanging aside, and her expression was startled.

Jun Jing has only held her with one hand since just now, while the other hand hangs by his side.

Noticing her gaze, Jun Jing said: "It's broken, it won't be a problem."

Yue Fuling felt something was wrong, so she held Jun Jing's wrist and felt for her pulse with her fingertips.

If it wasn't for her poor medical skills, it was because Jun Jing was standing almost relying on willpower as she had guessed, and his pulse was already approaching that of a dead person.

It's like the scattered muscles and organs all over the body are covered by a piece of intact human skin.

Yue Fuling took advantage of him not paying attention and touched the place she had just bitten. Jun Jing didn't react at first, and only looked at her unblinkingly, as if he couldn't see enough.

So, she tried a little harder, but Jun Jing still didn't respond.

Even if you can endure the pain, the body's instinctive reaction cannot disappear.

Such a reaction could only mean that Jun Jing could no longer feel pain.

Yue Fuling felt panicked. She could see, hear, and speak.

She brought herself close to Jun Jing's nose.

Jun Jing thought she was going to hug her, so he leaned over to hug her tightly, lowered his head and kissed the back of her neck.

Yue Fuling asked in a trembling voice, "Can you smell my scent?"

"The smell of blood." Jun Jing said, "It smells good."

Smells so good!

She hadn't showered in days and there was no smell of blood at all, just a stink.

Even if Jun Jing wanted to comfort her, he would say it smells good or not, but not the smell of blood. He clearly guessed it when he saw the blood on her clothes.

Junjing couldn't smell it or feel any pain.

When all five senses disappear, he will die.

In the dark, Ji Tong and Bai Sang hid behind the rocks, watching Yue Fuling and Jun Jing.

"Oh my god, you scared me to death, Yaoshou! Go and tell the old man at Gulin Temple that believers are not allowed to kneel when they worship Buddha in the future!"

Bai Sang was speechless, "Now is not the time to think about this. You should see what to do now, right? These soldiers will rush over to arrest your master soon."

"You make it sound like my master is not your master. Don't worry, I've made arrangements."

Ahead, Yan Zhuo led his men to stop the soldiers, while Qi Yejin sent his men to guard near the Demon's Cave, waiting for Jun Jing to show up and secretly kill him to get rid of this serious problem.

Yan Zhuo fought and retreated. When he was a hundred meters away from the steps of Gulin Temple, bursts of Buddhist sounds came, and then the sounds gradually became clearer.

The monks from Gulin Temple slowly walked down the steps.

There were a lot of people, and it seemed that all the monks from Gulin Temple were out. They lined up on both sides of the steps to walk down. As they walked, they clasped their hands together and chanted Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

Yue Fuling and Jun Jing stood in the middle. When they looked up, they couldn't see the end of the monks' team.

However, such a loud sound of Buddhist scriptures still could not cover up the flying Sanskrit sounds floating in the sky.

Sanskrit sounds and Buddhist scriptures ring in the ears at the same time, making people feel like they are in the realm of endless reincarnation.

As the monks from Gulin Temple continued to approach the army, Yuan Chen's soldiers gradually stopped moving.

As we all know, Emperor Yuanchen respected Gulin Temple, so Yuanchen's soldiers naturally did not dare to disrespect the monks of Gulin Temple.

The leading monk was very young and bowed slightly to the crowd, "The Buddha has sat on the lotus throne. In the ancient Lin Temple, he is chanting sutras to ward off disasters. I also ask you to stop killing and listen to the Buddha's voice."

When he heard the Buddha sitting on the lotus throne, Yan Zhuo's face turned pale and he stared blankly at the towering Gulin Temple.

At this time, You Huaize and Shen Mu also broke through the peripheral obstruction and rushed in.

You Huaize ran to Yue Fuling, handed her a piece of paper as big as her palm, and said quickly: "Shen Mu said this was given to the Prime Minister before he left."

"Where did he go?" Yue Fuling asked, opening the folded paper.

There are three words written on it: Xie Wuzhao.

Jun Jing looked at Gulin Temple and said softly: "He went there."

Xie Wuzhao is his real name.

With Gulin Temple coming forward, Yuan Chen can no longer encircle Jun Jing.

Several people retreated to the inn where they had stayed before.

Yue Fuling roughly checked Jun Jing's body and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although the bones were broken and the flesh was rotten, it could be cured.

Inside the inn.

Yue Fuling failed to break away from Jun Jing's hand for the eighth time. She looked at Jun Jing and met the man's eyes that kept looking at her for a moment.

"Your Majesty, I have good news and bad news," she said.

Jun Jing asked instinctively: "What?"

Yue Fuling: "Good news: your palace is still there."

After a pause, she added: "Bad news, your harem is gone."

Jun Jing: "Yeah."

Yue Fuling didn't expect this person to react so calmly, and said, "Then I have another piece of news that I don't know whether it's good news or bad news for you, and I don't know whether it's good news or bad news for me."

Jun Jing looked at her quietly.

Yue Fuling said: "My harem is still there."

Jun Jing: "?"

He finally had other expressions, "Your, harem?"

Yue Fuling took out her hand with satisfaction, "Yes, so it's okay for you to be injured. I have to take a bath and eat to protect my harem."

Jun Jing's expression became serious and he looked at Yan Zhuo, "I want to take a bath and change clothes, and then find a doctor."

Yan Zhuo exploded, "You think I am your eunuch! Go and find the waiter! I'm gone!"

Shen Mu was silent for a moment, then turned and walked out of the room.

When Yue Fu finished taking a bath and eating, his head became increasingly dizzy.

Shen Mu looked at her and said, "You are having a fever."

Yue Fuling touched her forehead, closed her eyes, and fainted.

The barefoot doctor who lives in a small border village has never seen such a scene.

There were three patients lying in a room who were looking at the patients who were about to die. They were so frightened that they immediately retracted their feet as soon as they entered the room. "Hero, good man, old man, I can treat some common ailments, and all the herbs must be collected freshly." , I don’t dare to treat this patient of yours, I will definitely not be able to cure you, so you’d better hire another miracle doctor.”

Shen Mu thought for a while and said, "Is it possible to cure cold and fever?"

"It's okay if it's not too serious."

Shen Mu gave him the gold and pointed to the person lying on the small bed in the middle, "Cure, he is a miracle doctor. If he is cured, he will cure the other two. If not, you will cure them."

"Huh? The miracle doctor is also sick?"

Shen Mu: "Yeah."

Yue Fuling's body suddenly had a high fever after her nerves suddenly relaxed. She woke up quickly after being fed a bowl of soup.

The barefoot doctor immediately said happily: "Hey, wake up, wake up, miracle doctor, please get up quickly, I really can't cure the other two, eh, eh, eh, don't sleep, there are still patients..."

Yue Fuling turned over and said, "I can't die. I'll take a nap first."

The barefoot doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the injuries all over the man on the left. He had just touched them and found that several bones were broken and misplaced.

The one on the right had sword wounds all over his body, some of which were deep enough to show the bones, so he just wrapped them casually. The strips of cloth that wrapped the wounds were all black, and the edges were full of rotten flesh and pus.

Can't die?

Will you die soon?

The doctor swallowed his saliva and said calmly to Shen Mu: "The miracle doctor must have his own reasons for saying this. Let's wait until he wakes up."

He really had nowhere to start.