Yiyun's hands and feet are sore. She hugged Le'er like this and used her feet as a pillar to avoid being rushed out of the rocks by the torrent. It was really tired. Especially, Le'er looked very thin, but her weight was not light. Yiyun was seriously injured by the sword energy of the Tianbian Killer, and she didn't dare to lift her breath at all. She was supported by her physical strength and arm strength.

Besides, I can only hold Le'er with one hand and the other hand, so I have to cover the blood that is constantly overflowing from my mouth. The sound of my clothes breaking through the air and spreading into Yi Yun's ears. The selfless mood is extremely terrifying to the keenness of the surrounding sensing. Even the torrential waterfall will not have much impact.

Le'er in his arms seemed to be a little moved. Yiyun quickly covered Le'er's mouth tightly with her blood-stained right hand. People who had just woken up from the coma would inevitably make some noises subconsciously. Le'er seemed to be shocked. When she opened her eyes and saw Yiyun, who was covered in blood, she immediately understood the situation. Yiyun let go when she saw this and listened to the movements around her.

In fact, at this moment, Yiyun could not hear anything. Le'er was sober, and Yiyun naturally did not dare to sink into the artistic conception. After she got out of the artistic conception, Yiyun only had the roar of a torrent of a waterfall in her ears. The two of them were waiting silently and didn't dare to speak, knowing that it was getting dark.

Le'er finally couldn't help but say, "They haven't left yet?" Yiyun said softly, "How do I know? I'm so weak inside, but how can I hear the movement outside?" Le'er said angrily, "Then do you still listen with a serious look on your face?" Yiyun was silent. In fact, Yiyun thought Le'er could hear the movement and was waiting for Le'er to speak to safety. Who knew that Le'er was seriously injured and could not hear any movement.

The two of them were careful to dive and climbed ashore from the edge of the pool. Le'er still couldn't move, and his meridians were severely damaged by the man in black. "How could you save me from them?" Le'er said in confusion, "I have no other skills, I have the first-class escape, and specialize in light skills." Le'er was silent for a while, and said in an unexpected and kind tone, "I owe you a life, but why do you take the risk to save me? They won't kill people outside their targets, you have no need."

Yiyun said lightly, "Just think I'm fascinated by your beauty and have bad intentions." But I thought to myself, who wants to save you? If you want to fly in front of me, you will almost be killed by you. Le'er's face turned cold and said, "Don't daydreaming, I owe you, but I will definitely repay you in an equivalent way in the future."

Yiyun looked around and walked away. Le'er said anxiously, "Are you sick? Throw me alone in this kind of ghost place? Wait for wild beasts to eat?" Yiyun said helplessly, "You have so many sisters, can you bring you back to the mountain by just shouting? I'm not a doctor." Le'er said angrily, "What do you know? As a witch, you die, but you can't put your hope on others. You have dependence and can never go further."

Yiyun picked up the seriously injured Le'er and walked deep into the forest. "Where do you go?" Le'er couldn't help but ask, "Find a cave or a temple." Yiyun really didn't want to speak, and talked to Le'er. It was not possible to rely on the incomplete Thousand-Faced Magical Art, and her original voice was even worse. She kept changing her voice with her internal strength, and her voice was always painful. It was really uncomfortable.

Yiyun's left hand numbed and changed her right hand. Le'er sneer said, "You dare to save the beauty with a hero, and you don't have the strength to hug a woman." Yiyun was too lazy to pay attention and searched for the traces around her. Not long after, Yiyun really discovered that she was sitting in the temple.

The two walked into the temple and heard a faint voice. When they looked up, they saw three NPC middle-aged monks drinking and eating meat. When they heard the conversation, they were actually fake monks, cheating money on sesame, oil and money, and talking about some unpleasant topics.

Yiyun's heart moved and she had a scheming. When she walked into the temple with Le'er in her arms, the three monks immediately pretended to be charitable, and the wine and meat were hidden under the cassock by the three of them. Yiyun put Le'er flat with a light hand, and knelt in front of Guanyin with a sad expression, "Great compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, please bless my wife's illness to recover soon, even if I let my whole family lose everything, I will do whatever I can..."

The third monk quietly showed joy behind Yiyun. "The donor is so sincere that I am really moved. If the donor can prepare everything, we and the three of us will be confident that we will heal the donor's illness for the donor." Yiyun pretended to be happy and asked quickly. The three of us said randomly a lot of precious medicinal materials, with a total price of nearly 30,000 taels of silver.

Yiyun said without hesitation, "Money is not a problem! Can the three masters handle the needs for me?" As he said that, he handed out a stack of silver notes, and the three monks agreed, "The materials mentioned by the three masters may not be found in less than three years or two years. I have to work for three."

The three of them who had just received the silver note were stunned. Hearing Yiyun telling the details of the collection of medicinal materials just now and the basic calculations of the time spent, he had to nod and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, within three years, we will definitely find all the needs to rush back."

Yiyun sent the three out with a grateful look on her face, added a few silver notes and said, "My wife is seriously ill, and I have no intention of Dali business, so I wait for three good news here." The three fake monks agreed to leave in a row. Le'er, who had endured for a while, then said, "Why are you doing so many things?"

"I think this temple is good and there are quite a lot of books. I will take these three away. I will take over this temple in the future." After saying that, Yi Yun, at Le'er's request, moved a bed from the wing room and placed it on the side of the temple hall. Then she closed the temple door, put on a cassock, wore a Buddhist hat for lay Buddhist disciples, sat cross-legged on the futon, holding a wooden fish in her hand and chanted softly while knocking.

The sound of the wooden fish made Le'er very irritable. Le'er grabbed the cup and plate on the table and threw it towards Yiyun, but she couldn't lift her internal strength and couldn't hurt anyone. Yiyun ignored it. Le'er got angry. Seeing that Yiyun had no reaction, she had to lie down tightly, and cursed and threatened her.

The two were in the temple, and Le'er was cultivating and chanting scriptures and knocking on wooden fish. After a few days, Le'er's internal injuries were gradually demoted. As soon as Le'er's injury recovered, Yi'er tasted the taste of the hand of the meridians and bones. In fact, he only tasted the bones, but the meridians used the method of reversing the meridians to avoid the sin.

Therefore, Yiyun's unchanging expression surprised Le'er, "I didn't realize that you were a hard bone, and you could even bear to let the bones of the meridians go without snorting." Yiyun's expression was faint, and her palms were combined. "Female donor, since your injury has recovered, please leave. I have decided to take refuge in my Buddha. This temple will soon be reopened. It is really inconvenient for the female donor here."

乐儿闻言大笑出声,“你不是贪恋我美色吗?还想当和尚四大皆空?”依韵欠身合掌道“阿弥陀佛,色色空空,不外如是,跟施主的旧情,还盼施主勿再多提.”乐儿呸了一声,以重手法抓的依韵手臂骨头隐隐生痛,“谁跟你有旧情?真是个神经病,若非欠你一命,非痛揍你一顿不可!”

After Le'er said that, she shook her sleeves and walked away. Yiyun said lightly, "Let's go slowly, and I will practice hard from now on." Le'er came from afar with a slightly angry voice, "What do you care about me! Do you think I like to talk to you? I'm crazy..." Yiyun said in her heart, "Let's go, I just hope not to meet you again, it's a disaster!"

Yiyun really became a monk who practiced the family and even spent money to invite several NPC monks in the system. Often pilgrims came, the NPC monk Jun Dao Yiyun was the disciple of the three monks in the past. The three monks went to Tibet to practice. This temple was taken care of by Yiyun, while Yiyun practiced silently and never spoke. The temple's chores were all handled by the NPC monks. Yiyun beat wooden fish in the hall day and night, silent.

This is really good. You can constantly comprehend Buddhism, and you don’t have to worry about being disturbed. No one in the world will run to such a small temple. If you come occasionally, you will just pass by the mountains and rivers, come and go in a hurry. No one will pay attention to a small person in the temple who practices and practices silent meditation.

The selfless artistic conception is used by Yiyun. After half a year, Yiyun has really forgotten the past, and is completely thinking that he has been sitting in this temple for ten or a hundred years. He is just a Buddhist disciple who has been practicing hard all his heart. Yiyun has truly achieved it, completely emptying the water in the cup to load new things. Of course, martial arts are still self-cultivating, which is a subconscious habit that does not need to be remembered or forgotten.

Spring goes and summer comes, autumn goes and winter comes, it’s too hurrying, another winter comes.

Le'er walked into the temple with a pot of wine. In the past two years, Le'er came here for the 26th trip. The name of Master Guangong Zen has long been famous around Xixia. In recent years, many monks who practice hard all over the world will come to this temple to communicate Buddhism with Master Guangong Zen when they arrive in Xixia. Of course, the communication methods are strange, but so far, no one has deeply admired Master Guangong Zen's Buddhist practice.

The NPC monk in the temple did not dare to stop Le'er because he was beaten by Le'er because he did not allow Le'er to bring wine to the temple. He was afraid. Moreover, the host in the temple had signaled not to interfere, so the monks naturally would not go to find a beating.

Le'er sat down beside Yiyun with a wine pot in one hand and a bamboo basket in the other. The little monk tactfully retreated. There were few people coming to the temple in this weather. The little monk didn't know whether the host knew this woman, but he guessed in his heart that the woman must be the host's lover. The host's lover in the past was very bad. He brought good wine and meat every time he came, tempting the host. Although he had never succeeded, at least the young monks thought so.

Le'er was eating meat and drinking, "I heard that you beat a famous Buddhist monk not long ago." Yiyun still beat the wooden fish on his own, but Le'er seemed to be able to get an answer from the wooden fish's rhythm, and continued, "He saw that your meridians were seriously injured? That's really a trick, why beat him?" In fact, the injury was cut off by Yiyun, so that Le'er could not detect his internal energy status, but Le'er always thought it was because Yiyun saved him.

The wooden fish in the Buddhist temple rings with rhythms sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Le'er laughed and said, "That's really supposed to be beaten. You actually want to be reborn and pursue it before you can stand up." The wooden fish is still ringing, and Le'er smiled and said, "Haha... If you are reborn, you can have an epiphany. If so many people die every day in the world, wouldn't it be that countless super masters who have achieved great enlightenment? No wonder you will beat him up with anger."

The wooden fish is ringing rhythmically, and the sound seems to penetrate the body, as if it hits the human heart. Le'er drinks and eats well, sways her long hair lightly, and says with a sad tone, "This month, more than a dozen sisters from the past have been reborn, and they still choose to practice again. But they can't just leave Lingjiu Palace alone, and the deep affection between the disciples of Lingjiu Palace is unimaginable to other schools."

Le'er's tone was almost muttering to himself, and she told her softly. Le'er didn't understand why she started a year ago, and she went to this small temple every month on this day and said something to this silent master who didn't speak. Perhaps, because she knew that he had practiced silent meditation and knew that only he could understand his Muyu, so don't worry, a monk who didn't speak naturally would not reveal his heart.
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