Chapter 65 broken temple

With such a great momentum, it took a long time to hold back such a sentence. Yi Ning wanted to laugh.

“I had already taken medicine when I came back, and it will be fine when the bleeding stops.” Yi Ning looked at Yan Xuan who lowered his head to bandage his wound, his heart softened, and suddenly remembered where the familiar feeling came from.

That little beggar was covered in thorns and looked vigilant, a bit like… Yan Xuan.

But for some reason, the wound that the little beggar bitten has not stopped bleeding until now?

“Wait.” Yi Ning seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly held down Yan Xuan’s bandaging hand and untied the cloth strips on his wrist.

“What’s wrong?” Why did you untie it just after it was bandaged?

Yi Ning’s expression suddenly became solemn, until the last layer, he endured the pain and lifted the cloth sticking to the flesh. The scene in front of him made Yan Xuan and Yi Ning hold their breath at the same time.

Around the bloodstain from the teeth, blue fish-like scales appeared faintly.

Yi Ning suddenly raised his head and grabbed Yan Xuan’s hand.

Yan Xuan touched his wound just now when he was applying medicine. He eagerly rolled up Yan Xuan’s sleeve and looked at it. Except for the scars that had been burned by the fire, there were no such blue scales on his wrist.

Fortunately…it shouldn’t be contagious.

“Yi Ning, what is this…” Yan Xuan looked at his arm in disbelief and wanted to ask, but Yi Ning stepped back half a step to avoid it.

He put down his sleeves and tried to make his voice sound calm: “It’s okay, maybe it was accidentally infected, just go to the old woman and ask for a bowl of magic medicine.”

Yan Xuan still wanted to get close, but was pushed out of the door by Yi Ning. He closed the door tightly and said, “Go!”

Outside the door, Yan Xuan gritted his teeth and turned to leave, daring not to delay at all.

His legs were so soft that he couldn’t do anything, Yi Ning thought in a daze, he couldn’t infect Yan Xuan.

This plague is not only extremely lethal to humans, but also to demons.

There is something wrong with that little beggar.

After the medicinal rain from the sky, he still carried the plague, so it is very possible that this little beggar…

It is the source of the plague.

Yi Ning leaned against the door and closed his eyes. It seemed that this time, Yan Xuan really got it right, and he was bitten by the rescue.

The contagion of the chaos was extremely fast, and Yi Ning had already felt dizzy, and his consciousness was about to lose consciousness.

This is also one of the symptoms of the calamity, blue scales, non-stop blood flow, hot body and continuous high fever.

“Yan Xuan…” He could hardly see clearly in front of him, his ears were ringing, Yi Ning drew out his sword, stuck it on the ground and tried to support himself.

After a long while, there was a muffled sound from the empty room, and the sun shone through the gap in the window, and fell on the unconscious white-clothed Shangxian on the ground. The only exposed arm was covered with blue scales.

Linzhou Shouxi Temple.

In Linzhou, where the four seasons are warm like spring, it is rare for it to rain heavily for four or five consecutive days.

The sky was as dark as ink, and there was no star, and tonight was a thunderstorm night. The immortal in Tsing Yi walked on the road calmly with a long sword in his body, his body was protected by a hood supported by mana, and he couldn’t even touch a drop of rain. After a pause, he suddenly raised his head.

“The magic star is turbulent.” He simply spit out a few words, but his brows were tightly wrinkled. His eyes seemed to be able to see the stars in the sky through the heavy dark clouds.

He is not good at divination, even if he can’t see the stars, he can still know one or two by pinching.

The black magic star, which looked fierce yesterday, devoured the red magic star Black.

But today, the astrology of the magic star began to be chaotic and weird, as if it was entangled by some invisible thread, becoming weaker and weaker, almost invisible.

It’s not going to die.

That would save a lot of trouble, but he just spent thousands of miles running from Yunqing Mountain to Linzhou to conquer the magic star.

Forget it, stop for a while tonight and see if the magic star has really disappeared tomorrow. If it does, he will set off for the sect.

Tsing Yi Shang Xian thought so, and stepped into a ruined temple.

Before entering the door, he looked up at the tattered plaque hanging on the temple door.

-Shouxi Temple, it doesn’t sound very serious, reminds him of that joyful Zen.

He rubbed his forehead and put aside all the strange thoughts in his mind.

Dilapidated temples, broken tiles and stones, overgrown with weeds and cobwebs. The torrential rain hit the tiles, and the roof of the entire temple seemed to be crumbling.

These are nothing, but in the depths of the temple, there seem to be a few people’s low and eager voices.

Bai Yi Shangxian frowned slightly, his mana is strong, and his hearing is no longer like a mortal. Even through such a heavy rainstorm, he could hear the words of those few people, and they fell into his ears without missing a word.

“This is bloody, can it still be sold?”

“Why can’t it be sold, look at this face, this clean flesh, after raising it, it can sell for a lot of money in the kiln!”

“What big brother said is that this face looks really good, but it doesn’t look like a girl. I’m only fourteen or fifteen years old, so she must be a little girl. Why don’t I come and see if she is a boy or a girl…”

“Don’t touch it, touch the blood on your hand, go get a basin of water, wash her face, let’s have a good time.” The man was dissatisfied that the other party wanted to do it first, and ordered him to pick up the water.

The man had just stood up with a smile, when suddenly there was a gust of wind outside the window, and the temple door was slammed open, hitting the wall with a loud noise.

Everyone present was taken aback.

“Brother, it won’t be the Buddha’s manifestation…”

Hearing this, several of them looked back at the Buddha statue whose gold paint had fallen off, and shivered subconsciously.

The man who spoke was kicked. “Where did Buddha come from, shut up.”

“Who!” The leader looked at the door in disbelief and said, “Who is acting like a ghost, who is it!”

The child who was lying on the ground like a dead man suddenly moved his fingers.

“I tell you, this little beggar was picked up by my grandfather, I saved her life, she owes me!” The leader said loudly, as if this would make him feel more at ease.

After a long time, seeing that there was no movement outside the door, these people were a little relieved, and turned their heads to continue to do something to the child.

A cold light lit up, and thunder roared outside the window.

After a while, there was only a cyan figure standing in the temple hall.

The child slumped on the ground like a pool of mud, slowly raised his head to look at each other, and the things hidden in his palms quietly loosened.

This immortal actually killed all those people.

“Can you move?” A slender, white hand stretched out towards him.

Seeing that he was still silent, the other party seemed a little puzzled, looked down at him, and said, “Why is it hurt so badly.”

The other party hesitated for a moment, then suddenly reached out his hand and carefully picked him up.

The child closed his eyes and quietly hid the short knife deep in his sleeve, pretending to be in a coma and motionless, letting Shangxian hold him like that.

The reason for such a serious injury was that after fighting with that beast for three days, and finally relying on demonization, he reluctantly killed the former Demon Venerable. He is now the new Demon Venerable of the Demon Race.

But he is a half-demon, and after being half-demonized, he will have a fatal weakness, that is, he will become a complete human being.

If it weren’t for this, he wouldn’t have been reduced to this ruined temple, and he wouldn’t have been almost insulted by a few disgusting dogs.

Xiao Mozun’s muscles are all broken now. Although he is a half-demon, his repair ability is even stronger than that of ordinary demons, but it will take ten days to fully recover.

Just now, he originally planned to use that short knife to kill this immortal, but this immortal seems to be quite strong. Little Demon Venerable had to endure it and pretended to be in a coma.

“I want a guest room.” Little Demon Venerable closed his eyes and heard that Shangxian speak to the innkeeper.

Bah, hypocrisy. He spit inwardly.

If it weren’t for him being too seriously injured now, he would definitely smash this damned human being to pieces.

When he just hugged him, he hesitated for so long, obviously because he disliked the dirty blood on his body.

Thinking like this, Little Demon Venerable deliberately pretended to be in a coma and struggled, rubbing Shangxian’s body with his blood-stained fingers, making this clean and beautiful Tsing Yi dirty.

He clearly heard Shangxian’s breathing stagnates slightly, and he held it back. He gently hugged Little Demon Venerable in his arms, pushed open the door and put him on the couch, and then walked out the door. Standing not far away, he seemed to be talking to someone.

“Doctor, can you still save me?” Shang Xian asked.

The old doctor next to him shook his head and sighed: “It stands to reason that he can’t be saved, but this kid doesn’t even scream when his muscles are broken. He is a tough-willed person, and maybe he can turn a corner.”

Shang Xian lowered his eyes and replied softly.

I heard the doctor say again: “By the way, remember to wipe the pus and blood on him every day, change the towel, and take the medicine every day.”

Shangxian raised his hand to take the medicine handed over by the doctor, and took some money from the storage ring for him.

After a long while, Shangxian pushed the door and came in, holding a pot of scalding hot water in his hand. When his eyes fell on Little Demon Venerable, he staggered slightly.

Really able to install. Little Demon Venerable lay on the soft couch, raised his eyelids lazily to look at him, his slender and thin figure, the dazzling bloodstains on his blue clothes, had a strange beauty. Looking up, you can still see Shangxian’s beautiful and smooth profile.

However, what’s the use of being good-looking, it’s just a fake skin. Little Demon Venerable sneered in his heart.

He has always hated these so-called sectarians, all of them are hypocritical and disgusting. He doesn’t believe in gods and Buddhas, and he doesn’t believe in ascending the Tao. He only believes in himself and the knife in his hand.

…wait, where’s his knife?

Xiao Mozun suddenly remembered that his knife was still thrown in the ruined temple, his eyes suddenly widened, but it happened to meet Shangxian’s dull eyes when he turned his head.

Cold, emotionless eyes.

“Awake?” Shangxian said slowly, a small porcelain bowl in his hand, exuding a strong bitter and unpleasant medicinal smell. It turned out to be just cooking medicine.

Little Demon Venerable’s gaze swept across the bowl of medicine, it was black and cloudy, like a bowl of poison.

He subconsciously became vigilant and wanted to touch the knife at his waist, but he didn’t find anything.

Shang Xian didn’t notice his movements, and put the medicine bowl on the table by the bed, moved a low stool, and put the pot of hot water on it.

Without a towel, he took out his handkerchief from the storage ring, soaked it in hot water, and handed it to the little devil who was reclining on the couch to look at him.

Although the doctor said that he wanted him to clean up the child, he had never done such a thing, fearing that his clumsiness would make the child’s injury worse. So he handed the handkerchief to the other party and told him to wipe it himself.

Unexpectedly, the other party not only did not answer, but kicked over the low stool, and the hot water on the low stool also spilled on the ground.

At the critical moment, Shangxian recited a water-avoidance art in time, and there was no drop of water on his body.

“Get out of here if you think I’m dirty.” Little Demon Venerable finally spoke, with a hoarse voice that even he himself had never thought of.

Stop pretending, show your true face and feed my knife with your blood. The little devil thinks so.

The author has something to say: I would like to thank the little angel who voted or irrigated the nutrient solution for me during the period of 2021-04-23 21:30:54~2021-04-2417:26:45~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Captain 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!