Perhaps it was because of the colder weather, or because the water turned to the land carriage, Li Jinping's condition became more and more serious, and he was in a semi-coma for more than half of the day.

Especially at night, the yin energy rises and the ghost Yin needles attack. The heart-wrenching pain made Li Jinping unbearable. At first, she could not resist it, but later, the torn pain made her heart-wrenching. If it were a vacant place, it would be fine. When it came to the inn in the city, after everyone complained, the inn owner had to invite them away.

Li Qingcheng was heartbroken. Seeing his beloved suffering, he wished he could bear this pain on her behalf. During the day, Li Jinping in turn comforted Li Qingcheng and told him that no matter whether this disease could be cured, she would not blame Li Qingcheng. She was enough to be his wife and be able to walk with him through the mountains and rivers.

This made Li Qingcheng even more guilty.

If it weren't for him, the people from Guifanlou would not have scattered the fire of revenge on her. Li Qingcheng made a secret decision that when Li Jinping's illness was cured, he would have gone to Yinyang in person so that the people from Guifanlou could also taste this taste.

Dr. Xue’s medicine is mainly used to expel cold. The medicine is so strong that it is nothing for men. However, Li Jinping is a woman and does not understand martial arts, so the side effects are also very large, but it is also a helpless move.

It is still one day away from Shaolin Temple.

No matter what the price is spent, Li Qingcheng has to obtain the Yijin Jing.

They stopped in front of an inn. Li Qingcao ordered the nanny to help Li Jinping back to the room, arranged some vegetarian food to deliver it, and stood in front of Li Qingcheng and served him to eat.

Li Qingcheng was not in the mood to eat, and was worried, so he lowered his head to drink.

A monk walked in outside the door, wearing a lama robe and a monk's hat. The clothes were covered with greasyness and seemed to have not been washed for a long time.

As soon as he came in, he looked around in the inn, and finally his eyes fell on Li Qingcheng. Although the young man described as a little haggard, he was gorgeous in clothes, especially the jade pendant around his waist, which was expensive, so he stepped forward and came to him.

"This young man is not a local, right?"

Li Qingcheng glanced at the other party, "I am from Jinling, who are you?"

"Wang Lama, the chief representative of the Xiaxi Region Tantric Buddhism Office in Shaolin Temple, the young master came from afar, and it was a long journey again, so he should not have come here to visit."

Monks, nuns, women and children are four types of people that cannot be underestimated in the world. Seeing that he described it as vulgar, Li Qingcheng did not dare to neglect it, and said, "I'll come down to Shaolin to treat the doctor."

Lama Wang said oh, deliberately stopping.

But he kept looking at Li Qingcheng and waited for him to speak, but after Li Qingcheng finished speaking, he lowered his head and drank, ignoring him.

He couldn't sit still anymore, thinking that the grain had not been harvested in the past two days, and he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back. He had to make good use of this fat sheep, but the business of the pole was always inferior and he could only continue to wait.

The king, whose real name is Chabela, was an apprentice of Kaba, the living Buddha of the Western Regions Tantric Buddhism. Five years ago, came to Shaolin Temple to exchange Buddhism. However, he was ignorant all day long. After the defeat of Kaba's Living Buddha, he was marginalized by Shaolin Temple. He wanted to return to the Western Regions, but he had no trouble, so he cheated people at the foot of the mountain and made a living.

Lama Wang coughed, "It's getting late. It's time to eat."

Only then did Li Qingcheng notice him, "Greencao, get some food for Lama Wang."

When Lama Wang saw the braised beef noodles in front of him, he smiled and said, "No need, I see that you haven't used your chopsticks, so don't waste it."

Li Qingcheng said, "This is meat, so it's better to use some vegetarian food."

Qingcao called out another bowl of noodles.

Lama Wang didn't see any oil and water for a few days. After eating it in a few days, he took Li Qingcheng's bowl, picked up a piece of braised pork, put it in his mouth and chewed it for a while before swallowing it slowly and breathing a long sigh.

That feeling is more comfortable than coming out of a kiln.

Seeing that both of them were looking at him, Lama Wang smiled and said, "Our Western Region Tantra will not quit meat and fish.

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After eating the second bowl, he reached out and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said, "Thank you, my son, for treating the meal. I am a person with a clear grudge. I don't recognize my relatives, so I can't eat you for nothing. What's the point of mine? Just open my mouth."

The crappy Zhongyuan words came out of him, and even Li Qingcheng couldn't help but smile.

Qingcao said, "My son and I came to treat my mistress. I wonder if the great lama has an acquaintance in Shaolin Temple?"

Lama Wang thought to himself that he had finally waited for this sentence and deliberately pondered, "There are some acquaintances, but if you are familiar, you have to spend money on your business."

Li Qingcheng was considering how to go to Shaolin Temple to worship the mountain tomorrow, whether to post directly or find an intermediary, and happened to meet him, so he said, "I don't lack money, how much do I want?"

Lama Wang was delighted and stretched out five fingers.

"You can get five taels of silver!"

Li Qingcheng felt a little disappointed and couldn't help frowning.

Seeing this, Lama Wang was afraid that the flesh that had been in his mouth would fly away, and said, "Of course, this is the market price. For my sake, it can be cheaper by two taels!"

"Who do you know?"

Lama Wang said, "The supervisor of the water-carrying monk in Shaolin Temple is my good friend. We also played horse hang tags together yesterday."

"Do you know the Sutra Pavilion?"

"I also know the monk who swept the floor in the Sutra Pavilion. Yesterday he played cards, and he lost three taels of silver, but he hasn't paid it back yet."

Li Qingcheng asked again, "You can recognize Master Xuanyin, the abbot of Shaolin Temple?"

Lama Wang slapped his thigh, "Master Xuanyin, I know him so much." He said again, "It's just that he doesn't know me."

Li Qingcheng pondered, "This is troublesome."

"Master Xuanyin was in seclusion a year ago, and most people cannot see him. Now his great disciple Master Fayin is responsible for the affairs of the temple."

The four generations of disciples of Zhi, Xuan, Fa and Hui in Shaolin Temple, and the Zhi generation have basically passed away. Now the abbot is Xuanyin and does not care about the world. Fayin, the third generation of disciples, was irritable. In order to train his temperament, Xuanyin asked him to take charge of internal affairs in the temple. On the first day of his tenure, he drove Master Xuanmiao out of Shaolin and asked him to be responsible for external deacons. This is why, every external affairs event in Shaolin Temple is attended by Master Xuanmiao.

Lama Wang asked, "I don't know what disease my wife has? I understand the art of Qihuang, so I might as well talk about it."

"Ghost Yin Needle."

Lama Wang took a deep breath, "But the ghost Yin Needle in Guifanlou?"

“That’s right.”

"The poison of the Ghost Yin Needle is unsolvable in the world. But..." He took out a stack of paper from his arms, "I think this is more suitable for the young master."

"What's this?"

Lama Wang said, "This is a new product of Ping An Security File. It only costs thirty taels of silver a year and can protect more than 200 serious diseases."

"What's the meaning?"

Lama Wang said, "Who doesn't have any disasters or two disasters when people eat grains and grains? Please pay for medical treatment and get medicine. As long as you earn this, even if the King of Hell comes to seek life, you will have money to pay."

Li Qingcheng's face darkened, "What's the use of me if I want this?"

"Mrs. Ling is gone, but you can still buy one." Lama Wang said, "And there is a discount for buying this month. It only costs twenty-five taels and ten kilograms of rice. I'm also getting the volume at the end of the month. You can't get so much in other places."

When Li Qingcheng heard his words become more and more distorted, he said coldly, "Get out!"

Lama Wang said, "Young Master, this is wrong with you. Although I am just a monk, I have an independent personality at least. Even if I make a mistake, I still have diplomatic immunity. Besides, the court recently gave me permanent residence. My master is the Living Buddha of the Western Regions. If you ask me to get out, I will get out and let him know. Wouldn't I be embarrassed?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword on Li Qingcheng's waist was deshewn and hung in the air, facing Lama Wang's forehead, like a poisonous snake. As long as he talked nonsense, the long sword would pierce him.

Seeing this, Lama Wang was immediately extinguished and said

But he said, "Get out, can't I fly out? Can't I go out? I can't trade and be righteous. Look at your virtue!"

After saying that, he stood up and walked out to the door.

Bang!

A force came from behind. Lama Wang slammed, fell to the ground, rolled out of the inn, his front teeth hit the threshold, and two pieces were broken, blood flowing from his mouth!

Lama Wang shouted outside the door, "Amachikamiga! Sumi, Kangnaiji." He gestured again, "You have been defeated by my Tantric curse. In the next month, nothing you will do will go smoothly!"

Qingcao walked out with a stick, and Lama Wang had already run away.

...

Shaoshishan.

Lama Wang covered his mouth and came to the gate of Shaolin Temple. When the monk Huifan saw him, he shouted, "Lama Wang, we studied Buddhism until the second half of the night last night. We didn't decide the winner. Why don't we call Huicai, Huimian, Huibing tonight, continue to study carefully? Hey, what's wrong with your mouth?"

Lama Wang said, "The big thing is not good."

Huifan smiled and said, "Lama Wang's Buddhist teachings are boundless. She has a face that is not changed when she collapses. Her face is as thick as that of Master Da Yin. Apart from the fact that her character is slightly inferior when she loses money, what can shock you?"

"Ahem!"

At the door, a middle-aged beautiful monk wearing a yellow cassock stood by the door, looking at the sweeping monk Huifan. Huifan was so scared that he saw this, "See Master Fa Yin."

Fayin had a calm face, "What did you say just now?"

Huifan said in succession, "I say that Master Yin is very skilled in martial arts, and he practices outside the body, which is comparable to a bronze wall and a Shaolin Vajra face, and is even more invincible in the world."

When Lama Wang heard this, he asked, "What kind of kung fu is Shaolin's King Kong face?"

Huifan said, "The King of Lama doesn't know anything. Three years ago, the Wudang Sect Taoist Master Wuliang led his disciples to Shaolin to worship the mountain. Our abbot asked Master Master Master to fight. He used a set of Shaolin Vajra faces to respond to all changes with the unchanging situation. He took over the thirty-six Tai Chi Baguazhang of Taoist Master Wuliang, so that he lost all his face and became famous in one battle!"

Fa Yin coughed twice again and said, "Enough! The rules of Shaolin Temple are not allowed to talk about elders behind their backs. I have to punish you."

Huifan knew that this uncle, the seal master, was selfless and vengeful. The flattery just now slapped on his hooves and begged for mercy, "Uncle Master, we know we are wrong."

"Amitabha, knowing the mistake can improve it." Fayin clasped his hands together and said, "Since that's the case, I won't punish you much. You four water-carrying monks will not be allowed to eat before you fill the pond at the door!"

Huifan thought that he had been carrying a pond of more than half an acre, and he was not satisfied with it after picking it for a month. Then he was not tired and starved to death. He poked Lama Wang and wanted to change the topic, saying, "Didn't you say something big is wrong? What happened so alarming you?"

Wang Lama said, "Today, I was at the foot of the mountain and met a young man who said he wanted to go to Shaolin to worship the mountain. He also said he wanted to punch the eighteen bronze men and kick one hundred and eight arhats, and said he wanted to pull out the beard of Master Fayin!"

Master Fayin is known for his beautiful beard in the world. Although Buddhism emphasizes the purity of the six senses, his beard is obviously not within the six senses. People in the world are nicknamed as the monk with beautiful beards.

He also attaches great importance to his beard. He spends half an hour every day to take care of it. Even if the beard is broken, he feels distressed for a long time. When he hears what Lama Wang said, he is furious.

"Who is this person? What a big tone!"

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Lama Wang thought to ask you to kick me on the butt today. Today, I will disturb the matter of you going to the mountain to treat your illness.

"I don't know either, I just know that he was from Jinling. He looks quite handsome, of course he is a little worse than Master Fayin."

Huifan didn't want to be punished, and when he heard these words, he immediately started to rage, "It's outrageous. I, Shaolin, don't participate in the disputes in the world, really think we are afraid that things will not be done? If Master Fa Yin's beard is pulled out, how can we see people in the future? Do you want Shaolin's Vajra face?"
Chapter completed!