One person: Second-hand summer grass helps me practice

"Junior brother, how are you? Are you not hurt?"

Bao Wen walked over, looked at Qin Shiyue with concern and asked.

Qin Shiyue looked at herself, whose clothes were not even wrinkled, and then looked at Bao Wen, who was covered in dust and had blood at the corners of his mouth.

No matter how you look at it, it's not Baowen's turn to care about him.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I just consumed some Qi. These rotten sweet potatoes and bird eggs can't hurt me."

As Qin Shiyue spoke, a green light flashed in his hand, and the power of rejuvenation was transmitted to Bao Wen.

The injuries in Baowen's body were repaired immediately.

Bao Wen felt the burning and stuffy feeling in his chest dissipate, and then he felt a sweetness in his throat and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

After spitting out the blood, Bao Wen suddenly felt refreshed and relaxed.

"Speaking of which, Senior Brother, why are you here?"

Qin Shiyue looked at Bao Wen and asked curiously.

If Bao Wen had not arrived, even if he could have broken through the control of the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle, it would not have been as easy as it is now.

It took at least two hours of uninterrupted attacks to achieve the current effect.

If that were the case, even if the Qi in Qin Shiyue's body was not completely consumed, it would probably be only one tenth of it left.

From this point of view, Qin Shiyue had to pay attention to his own attack problems.

Although Qin Shiyue is now stronger than Bao Wen, it has to be admitted that in terms of offensive power alone, Bao Wen is still stronger than him.

"Master said that there are spies in the temple. The news of your going down the mountain will definitely spread. I guess there will be trouble. So he asked me to secretly escort you into the city. Master is really far-sighted!"

Bao Wen said this with a look of reverence on his face.

Qin Shiyue couldn't help but admire that the old man was the wisest. Everything that happened was exactly as Master Jiekong had expected.

"Brother, there is something dirty in the house, it's time to sweep it up."

Qin Shiyue patted Bao Wen's shoulder with a cold light in her eyes.

No matter what era or what power it is, traitors are always people who want to be eliminated as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother, the Master is just waiting for the dust to fall, and it is estimated that he has already cleaned it up."

Bao Wen scratched his hair, with an especially honest smile on his face, of course, the premise is to ignore the anger deep in his eyes.

He was backstabbed by his own family, and the one who backstabbed him was his junior fellow apprentice. Just based on these two points, Bao Wen would never let those traitors go.

But he had no chance.

Because, at this moment, there are already five monks in Lingyin Temple who are destined to live out their lives alone on the Cliff of Repentance.

"That's good. Senior Brother, please bring those three old men here."

Qin Shiyue said as he took out a pack of cigarettes from his monk's robe and lit it.

Smoking is considered a violation of the precept against killing and is a form of self-harm. After all, smoking is harmful to health.

But compared to the actual killing precept, the reward for breaking the smoking precept is really small. Not even as much as eating meat.

So Qin Shiyue usually smokes one cigarette after breaking the killing rule. In layman's terms, it's like smoking a cigarette after a meal.

Now, after exercising, I smoke a cigarette, which is considered relaxing.

Bao Wen didn't waste any words. He leaped a few times and picked up the three abbots like chickens.

Looking at Qin Shiyue smoking a cigarette, Bao Wen shrugged helplessly. He was tired and exhausted, as long as his junior brother was happy.

At this moment, the three famous Shaolin hall abbots fell to the ground like dead dogs.

Each of them was seriously injured, and the backlash of the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle basically caused irreversible damage to their bodies.

In addition, they are no longer young, and their blood energy is far less abundant than that of young people.

Therefore, if Qin Shiyue wants to recover, unless he uses the rejuvenation technique and the assistance of Shaolin's Great Rejuvenation Pill, there may still be a chance.

But how could Qin Shiyue heal the injuries of these three old guys? So they were doomed.

However, Qin Shiyue had no intention of letting them go just like that.

Looking at the three leaders on the ground, Qin Shiyue formed a claw with one hand and directly cut off their limbs.

At the same time, mobilize the Qi in the body to impact their meridians and destroy their meridians.

Since their internal injuries were already serious, it was particularly easy for Qin Shiyue to destroy their meridians.

All of them were severely injured inside and outside their bodies. The three leaders immediately woke up from their coma, blood spurted out of their mouths, and they screamed miserably.

Bao Wen frowned slightly when he saw this. Such a scene was a little uncomfortable for him.

But when he thought of them joining forces to besiege his junior fellow apprentice, the anger in his heart immediately dispelled the discomfort.

"A family should be well-organized. I am a fair person. After the Eighteen Stick Monks were eliminated, you three abbots must follow suit. I will not show favoritism."

Qin Shiyue looked at the three people who were howling in pain, with a smile on her face, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

Now that you have already taken action, you have to accept the price of failure. Qin Shiyue is a monk, not a Bodhisattva, and he does not have such a compassionate heart!

Compared with compassion, he prefers the wrathful Vajra of Buddhism.

If it weren't for Master Jiekong's instructions before he left, to try his best to avoid any deaths, Qin Shiyue would have sent them to see the Bodhisattva!

"Ah! Baozheng! The abbot will not let you go!"

"Bao Zheng, you will definitely pay the price for what you did today!!!"

"I'm waiting to see how you die!!!"

The three chiefs roared with unwillingness, their expressions were hideous and terrifying, and each of them looked like a blood gourd, looking exactly like evil spirits from hell.

"Let me go? If Shaolin wanted to let me go, you wouldn't have come here. You are all foxes from the mountains, so stop playing Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio here. If you can go back alive, tell your abbot that I am now walking in the secular world, and you can do whatever you want with me! It's OK as long as he can afford the loss!"

"Haha! But next time, don't send useless people like you here. It's boring! Just enjoy your retirement in peace!"

Qin Shiyue said with a sneer, then turned and left.

Only the Eighteen-Stick Monk, whose cultivation had been abolished, and the three abbots were left.

Compared to their high spirits when they came, they are now like dead dogs. The contrast is so stark.

Qin Shiyue's words made the three leaders who had just woken up faint again.

The remaining monks began to struggle to seek help from the outside world.

But when their rescue arrived, Qin Shiyue had already left the city.

......

Qin Shiyue and Bao Wen walked side by side on the path.

Bao Wen looked at Qin Shiyue with some hesitation on his face, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

"Brother, if you have anything to say, just say it. There is no need to hide anything between us."

Qin Shiyue noticed Bao Wen's strangeness, shook her head helplessly and smiled.

"Junior brother, what is the situation between you and Shaolin? Master won't tell me what happened in the first place."

Bao Wen scratched his bald head, his face full of curiosity.