Picking Hibiscus in Shejiang River

Guolucai, just in case I run into them..."

Che Lian interrupted him and said: "After all, the poor monk has practiced martial arts for many years, but he is still afraid that he will fail as a small bandit? Don't talk too much, just go on the road."

The naturally timid coachman saw that he was so persistent, and he couldn't stop complaining in his heart, for fear that he would bump into a bandit and give his life to this desolate calabash slope.

However, there is a saying that money can make ghosts grind. Thinking about the ingot of gold in his pocket, he still gritted his teeth and set out on the road, the whip in his hand was flailing fiercely. A master sent him up the mountain to end this errand.

Seeing that she was getting closer and closer to Ming'er, Che Lian hugged the brocade box containing the antidote in her arms, her heart was full of longing and hope.

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However, when they walked around the halfway of Calabash Slope and were about to touch the faint green Xiuning Mountain, the fast horse in front of the carriage let out a shrill neigh for some reason, and the whole carriage suddenly overturned in the ditch between the mountains , was actually made a tripping rope.

Che Lian reacted very quickly, she jumped out of the window almost at the moment of the accident, and stood in front of the coachman who fell into the mud and lost his mind.

He frowned, thinking in his heart that it was a long way to go, but he didn't pay attention to the bandits who were swarming up around him. He just raised his palm and gave them a little Buddhist gift, and said calmly:

"The poor monk passed by here. I didn't know that I would disturb the benefactors, and I still have important things to do. Please make it easier for me to do this."

The bandit leader was quite disappointed when he saw a plainly dressed old monk emerge from this seemingly rich carriage, he didn't have much money to fish for; he wanted to do a good deed and let him go, but Feeling that the brothers have not received money for many days, it is really embarrassing for them to face, a pair of gray eyes turned around, and their eyes fell on the brocade box that Che Lian was still holding tightly in her arms.

After making up his mind, he waved his hand pretending to be kind and said: "Forget it, we are not unreasonable people. Since the master has something important to do, how can we bear to be in a difficult situation; just take the stuff in your box If you give me alms, you can leave on your own."

The bandit leader didn't know whether the contents in the box were precious or not, but thought that the brocade box was exquisite and worth a little money, so he asked him to keep it; seeing that the old monk looked meek, he thought He would tactfully put down the brocade box and leave, but he saw his face suddenly changed, and he tightened his grip very vigilantly.

It's rare for a bandit leader to be a good person, but he bumped into such an ignorant master, seeing that he didn't intend to hand over the brocade box, he became annoyed, he directly raised the simple knife in his hand, went forward and chopped off his head :

"Old man, how can you be so ignorant!"

Che Lian sneered, saying that these reckless men were overthinking themselves, so she didn't bother to talk to them anymore, and immediately went up to the knife.

He, Shi Chelian, was once a fearsome figure in Jianghu who could stop children from crying at night. He didn't bother to teach this group of mobs a lesson, but today their luck was too bad, so he had to experience this rumored nightmare for himself. up.

He held the brocade box in one hand, and only used the other hand to confront these bandits. His body, which had not fought for a long time, was getting better, but after he slashed a man's neck veins, his body stagnated slightly, and he was stabbed in the back.

The scorching pain made Che Lian wake up, and when she saw the humble bandit waving the blood-stained blade triumphantly at her, she felt strange in her heart.He avoided the siege of the bandits, and after concentrating on checking his inner breath, he finally faintly panicked.

On weekdays, even if he didn't have the secret method of seizing the phase, he wouldn't pay attention to these gangsters at all, but he forgot that most of the skills in his body had been abolished when he was testing the medicine for Ming'er , at this time, toxins were accumulating in the internal organs, and the unrecovered meridians could not condense the slightest internal force for him to show off the prestige of this monstrous monk.

If it's just two or three, it's easy to deal with, but the group of bandits in front of him is at least a dozen, and it really doesn't allow him to waste his energy to deal with them.Thinking of this, Che Lian tightly held the brocade box in her hand again, her eyes wandered between the gaps of the bandits in front of her, and she planned to escape when she found an opening.

Unexpectedly, the bandit leader seemed to have anticipated Che Lian's thoughts, and immediately caught up with him with a simple knife in his hand, and was slashing on his right leg.

This slash was extremely hard, the gleaming blade didn't penetrate the flesh and blood, but directly cut into the leg bone.The brocade box in her hand fell into the muddy sand, and Chelian groaned, but she didn't have time to check her injuries, she hurriedly lay down on the ground to pick up the falling pills, her stooped and funny appearance attracted the bandits behind her to roar laugh.

Seeing that there was nothing of value in the brocade box, the bandit leader only rolled out a pill of black medicine, somewhat disappointed in his heart, angrily stepped forward and gave Che Lian a knife, cursing in his mouth:

"You poor old bastard! If you don't have any money, go to the gourd slope, and you will miss your grandpa's money!"

His slash this time was no worse than the knife just now, logically speaking, Che Lian should be easy to dodge, but he just gritted his teeth and endured it, still knelt in the ditch and reached for the pill.

It finally began to rain in the dark cloud-covered Jiangnan, and the drops hit the already soft soil, blurring Chelian's vision.The hired coachman had already fled in a panic, and the bandits didn't bother to pay attention. They just looked at the scene in front of them, and they were all very confused: "Master, is this old monk a fool?"

The bandit leader frowned, stepped forward and kicked Che Lian, seeing that he really didn't intend to resist at all, the corner of his mouth grinned:

"But you're really a fool; it just so happens that the grandpas haven't had any fortune these days, so they're going to vent their anger on you, an old fool!"

After saying that, he kicked Che Lian hard on the back of the shoulder, kicking him until he staggered, but still resolutely went to grab the pill that was already close at hand.Seeing this, the rest of the bandits hesitated, but at the same time, they all acted evilly, knowing that they could not rob any property, so they also came forward and beat up the hapless old monk to vent their anger.

Although it was not the first time for Che Lian to be treated like this, last time the group of pilgrims' children had limited strength, so how could they compare to this group of thugs? Staring at the pill that was about to be touched by his fingertips, he couldn't spare any energy to resist such cruel treatment.

The more he forbears, the more the bandits push forward, but they don't touch his vitals, and take advantage of the rain to beat the disgusting old monk until his nose is bruised and his face is swollen. very.

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The smell of fresh blood was washed away by the thin air, and when Che Lian finally took out the antidote in the torrential rain, holding it in his heart happily and planning to get up, the bandit leader's eyes froze, He suddenly raised his hand and quickly snatched it from his arms.

He didn't know why the old monk treasured this pitch-black pill so he snatched it over to see clearly; but before he could take a closer look, he heard a strange sound from the old monk under his feet. He shouted angrily, wanting to rush at him viciously, but was kicked by the bandit behind him and fell down again, stepped on his feet and glared at him with extremely terrifying eyes.

Panting for breath, the old monk continued word by word:

"Give it back to me...or I'll kill you little insects without a place to die."

The bandit leader was taken aback when he heard the words, his hand holding the pill trembled slightly, and some goosebumps of unknown origin appeared on his back inexplicably.

For some reason, he felt that when the old monk in front of him said these words, he clearly overflowed with a strong killing intent, his cold eyes did not seem like a compassionate Buddhist monk at all, it made him faintly afraid, and he regretted his recklessness just now .

He glanced at the brothers beside him, and found that they all looked shocked, thinking in his heart that he must not lose the dignity of being a master, and there are more than a dozen strong and strong men here, and there is nothing to do at all. Frightened, he snorted coldly, and threw the pill directly under his feet, stepping on it into a puddle of mud.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Che Lian and said, "Hey, grandpa is still afraid of you old man..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened.

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Thick and desperate evil spirits hit his face with the heavy rain like heavy stones. The bandit leader was lifted up from the muddy soil by a pair of eagle claw-like hands around his throat.

The man stared at him with blood-red eyes, the blood on his body hadn't been washed away by the rain, like Shura crawling out of hell.

The bandits suddenly felt something was wrong, and when they wanted to throw off their helmets and take off their armor and run away quickly, they found that all of them were covered in evil spirits, and their legs were filled with lead, and they could not move; , Some people couldn't restrain their tears and urinated for a while.

They never thought that this old monk could be so unrecognizable by appearance, he is clearly a worldly expert who has perfected his martial arts, but for some reason he didn't make a move when he was just beaten.

So everyone regretted it a lot, and they all felt resentful towards the head who didn't know how to live or die, but they all said that they were exhausted and just stretched their necks and waited for death.

"Master, please forgive me..." The bandit leader's neck was already overflowing with bright red blood, and his legs were trembling in the air. Knowing that all of this was the result of his own making, he still couldn't help begging, "Forgive me!" I die..."

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Che Lian stared straight at the pill that had turned into a puddle of muddy water at the bandit leader's feet. Even though she knew she shouldn't want to kill, she couldn't help but slowly clasped her hands together.

He could feel that the villain was struggling in front of his eyes, and his breath was gradually weakening in the dripping rain, and a trace of desolate joy rose in his heart, and he felt extremely compassionate for himself with such a description.

However, at this moment, he vaguely heard a trace of clear Sanskrit sound from the turbid sound of rain, and suddenly raised his head and looked towards