Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 213 Yang Shaoyou

"Is there shit in you?"

Abbot Kongwen said suddenly, but everyone in Wudang was stunned.

Zhang Songxi asked Yin Liting suspiciously: "Lao Liu, where did you get the antidote?" The antidote has always been in his hands, how could Yin Liting have the antidote?
Only then did Yin Liting withdraw his arm in embarrassment, and threw the small bottle in his hand into the corner, only to see that the small bottle hit the green brick, and it was immediately torn apart, the dark yellow liquid inside was also exposed, and a foul smell was emitted immediately.

Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao frowned: "Sixth Brother! How can you entertain Abbot Kongwen like this! You still haven't apologized!"

Abbot Kongwen said at this time: "Benefactor Yin, I'm afraid you want to take revenge for being caught by Shaolin?"

Yin Liting nodded happily: "That's right. I'm a little narrow-minded, and I hold grudges quite a bit."

Abbot Kong Wen nodded his head, and suddenly proclaimed the Buddha's name, and then said to Song Yuanqiao: "Dare to ask Song Daxia, my Shaolin disciples, are you all right?"

Song Yuanqiao said: "All Shaolin disciples have returned to the temple, and they are safe and sound."

"Excellent, excellent!" Abbot Kong Wen breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, slowly sat on the ground, and began to read scriptures.

Song Yuanqiao continued: "Master Kongwen, I am here to rescue Master and Miejue Shitai."

Zhang Songxi stepped forward and handed over the real antidote: "Master, this is the antidote, just smell it and it will undo the poison of [Shixiang Ruanjin Powder]."

Abbot Kongwen glanced at Zhang Songxi, did not speak, but moved his nose closer to smell it, and suddenly felt an indescribable pungent smell filled the whole nasal cavity, but it was this smell that made him feel that his There was a sudden shock, and the whole person relaxed a lot.

"Thank you, benefactor." Abbot Kongwen stood up and bowed deeply to everyone in Wudang. Since Sanshengao was captured, he has been living in fear, not for his own safety, but for the whole world. For the safety of Shaolin Temple, two of the four great monks died and one was injured, and I am the only one left. Those Shaolin disciples who participated in the battle of Guangmingding are the mainstay of Shaolin Temple. It is difficult to stand up, and the glory of hundreds of years will be ruined in his own hands. This is the most unacceptable thing for Abbot Kongwen.

But at the moment when everyone in Wudang said that the Shaolin disciples had escaped from their predicament and returned to Shaolin, he could deeply understand the difficulties involved. These days he meditated on his own past, but also thought clearly, deeply felt that he had violated the precept of anger before, and valued things like reputation too much.

Everyone in Wudang saw that the abbot bowed to Kongwen, and they all bowed to him in return. They heard Zhang Songxi say: "Master, it will take some time for the antidote to take effect. You can use your energy with peace of mind, and then we will go to rescue Master Miejue."

Kong Wen nodded, sat cross-legged, and stopped talking.

Song Qingshu looked at the scratch marks on the top of his head, and said, "Master Kongwen, I think these days, I often feel pain all over my body, life would be better than death?"

Abbot Kongwen's complexion changed, his eyes flashed, and he looked at Song Qingshu.

"Don't look at me like that, it has nothing to do with me." Song Qingshu waved his hand, "It's because when you fought against Tianshan Child Elder, he planted [Life and Death Talisman]."

"【Life and Death Talisman】?" Master Kongwen murmured, he always thought that the feeling that life would be worse than death was caused by the poison in his body, but he never thought that it was related to Tianshan Child Elder.

"Amitabha, thank you Song Shaoxia for your reminder." Abbot Kong Wen thanked him.

"When we leave Dadu, I'll help you remove the [Life and Death Talisman]." Song Qingshu said lightly, he didn't have the slightest affection for the people in Shaolin Temple, and the reason why he came to Dadu was purely for Yang Yaoqin's father, to save Kongwen and exterminate, just incidentally of.

"Thank you Song Shaoxia!" Abbot Kongwen felt that he thanked people a little too much today.

Song Yuanqiao clasped his fists at Abbot Kongwen, turned around and walked upstairs, Yang Yaoqin was already at the stairs, seeing everyone turned around, he couldn't wait to go up to the fifth floor.

Sure enough, Miejue Shitai had already waited for the arrival of everyone. After all, the voice downstairs was so loud, even if she was poisoned now, she could still hear it.

"Song Daxia, how about my Emei disciple?"

As soon as everyone went up to the fifth floor, Miejue Shitai was the first to ask.

Before Song Yuanqiao could speak, Yin Liting took the lead and replied: "Master, Emei disciples are all safe and sound. They have returned to Emei at this time, waiting for Master's safe return."

Yin Liting smiled, but Miejue Shitai ignored him. After all, in the eyes of Miejue Shitai, this man was a wild boar who wanted to give his own cabbage.

But hearing Yin Liting say this, like Abbot Kong Wen, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, after all, the current Emei can no longer withstand the casualties of so many disciples.

"Here is the poor nun, thank you Wudang for your help!" Miejue Shi was too rare to lower his posture, Song Yuanqiao and others hurriedly cupped their fists to express their gratitude.

At this time Yang Yaoqin pulled Song Qingshu suddenly, Song Qingshu turned his head to look, only to find that she was standing at the stairs on the sixth floor, the anxious look in her eyes could be seen by the blind.

Song Qingshu nodded, walked over and prepared to go up to the sixth floor, but at this moment, Yang Yaoqin hesitated instead.

Seeing this, Song Qingshu took her hand and led her up to the sixth floor.

The two went up the stairs step by step, but what they saw was empty, there was no one on this floor.

Yang Yaoqin's face changed, and suddenly thought of a possibility, she walked towards the stairs on the seventh floor in three steps at a time, followed by Song Qingshu.

On the seventh floor, there was still no one there.

On the eighth floor, there was still no one there.

It should be known that the entire tower only has nine floors, if there is no one on the last floor, then it would be the most desperate thing for Yang Yaoqin.

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a little distressed. It's been ten years, and Yang Yaoqin has already given up hope, but Lu Zhangke suddenly gave her hope. If there is really no one on the ninth floor at this moment, I'm afraid this hope will turn into despair in an instant. And that despair will swallow Yang Yaoqin like a tide.

He held Yang Yaoqin's hand tightly, and started to step up the stairs to the ninth floor.

At this moment, he suddenly found that Yang Yaoqin was standing there, not moving. He only thought that she was afraid, so he was going to comfort her.

But Yang Yaoqin suddenly said: "Papa, is there anyone in Wuli? (Is there anyone at home)"

She spoke the dialect of Qindi. Song Qingshu didn't understand what she was saying at first. He was about to ask, but he saw Yang Yaoqin closed his eyes, holding his palm tightly with both hands, nervously What are you waiting for.

Song Qingshu didn't speak, but quietly waited with her.

But after a few breaths, there was no sound from upstairs, and Song Qingshu's heart sank involuntarily.

He could feel Yang Yaoqin's body trembling more and more, as if she would collapse to the ground in the next moment.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the ninth floor above their heads.

"Is there anyone in Wuli (no one at home)."

The voice was a little old and trembling, as if the speaker was very excited at the moment.

At this moment, Yang Yaoqin said again: "There is no one in Wuli, so what about Sarenshe (there is no one at home, so who is talking)?"

"You are big (your father and me)!"

The next moment, Yang Yaoqin couldn't control herself anymore, and rushed towards the stairs on the ninth floor.

He stepped up the stairs in two steps, and the man who greeted his eyes was a burly man. The man looked only in his 40s, but looking at his hair, he felt instantly aged by decades, like an old man.

That man has white beard and hair!

The moment he saw Yang Yaoqin, he suddenly looked like a frightened wild animal, shaking the iron railing desperately, roaring continuously, as if venting the anger in his heart.

Yang Yaoqin was about to rush over, but was grabbed by Song Qingshu. He blocked Yang Yaoqin behind him and stared straight at the white-haired man.

He could still vaguely see that the person in front of him was the man who had a fight with the old Taoist on Zhong Nanshan ten years ago, Yang Yaoqin's father——Yang Shaoyou.

But at this moment, he could clearly feel that Yang Shaoyou's expression was wrong, so he stopped Yang Yaoqin from passing.

The two heard Yang Shaoyou roar.

"Cheng Kun! Cheng Kun!"

"How dare you find someone to pretend to be me, Yao Qin'er!"

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

"Cheng Kun!"

(End of this chapter)