Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 24
Fire, fire.

The monstrous flames were burning, burning the ancient temple of Tenryuji Temple, and the night sky reflected was as bright as day.

The camellia next to the stone ladder into the temple has bloomed at some time, and it is fragrant and fragrant.

The officers and soldiers of the people nearby rushed to tell each other to fetch water to put out the fire, but the fire was already full, so it was futile after all.

Outside the temple, stone stairs.

Long Peng's face was scorched black, with faint traces of blood leaking out, his sword eyebrows were tightly frowned, his clothes had been burned by the flames, there were smoky marks all over his body, and there was a faint smell of burning.

But Ku Rong was seen coming down to Long Peng's side with the support of several monks.

"Amitabha."

Long Peng pursed his lips, his voice hoarse, "Master, I'm sorry, I'm late."

"It's God's will, the benefactor doesn't have to blame himself, and... the old monk and the monks of my Tianlong Temple would like to thank the benefactor for his life-saving grace. If it wasn't for the benefactor, I'm afraid we would be buried in a sea of ​​fire, and Tianlong Temple would also be removed from the rivers and lakes."

"Amitabha, thank you benefactor."

"Thank you sir."

……

The surviving Tianlong monks put their palms together and performed a Buddhist salute.

"Masters, please stand up, I can't bear it."

"I promised that Abbot Benyin would come to Tianlong Temple to help, but he broke his promise. It is really embarrassing to face you."

Ku Rong was neither sad nor happy, he just said, "Because my nephew told me about this before, and now there are three days before the end of the month, how can the benefactor break his promise, the benefactor really doesn't have to blame himself."

Long Peng sighed, and asked in a deep voice, "Master, please tell me who set fire to Tianlong Temple, and who injured Master?"

Looking at the ancient temple gradually collapsing in the sea of ​​flames, Ku Rong's eyes were slightly moist.

"During the day, the 'Great Wheel Ming King' Jiumozhi once came to ask for the "Six Meridians Excalibur Sword Manual".

The old monk and several nephews fought with Jiumozhi for hundreds of rounds, and then he led the people away.

I thought that Jiumo Zhi knew the difficulty and retreated, but I never thought that just after nightfall, a group of masters broke into the temple.

It was not their opponent that the old monk resisted desperately, so they took away three sword manuals.

Several nephews also died at the hands of those people, their crimes..."

Long Peng frowned, and asked doubtfully, "Master, do you know the identity of that group?"

Ku Rong was silent for a while, then said slowly, "There are two people whose martial art is "Xuan Ming Shen Palm", they should be the 'Xuan Ming Er Lao' of Ruyang Palace.

There is another person who used several Shaolin unique skills, I don't know if he is Jiumozhi, as for the remaining one, he should be using Tantric martial arts, I don't know who it is... Sigh..."

"Nephew..."

A shout sounded.

I saw the "Southern Emperor" running from a distance with a lamp of kindness, and he had come before everyone in an instant.

Ku Rong froze for a moment, and said with a hesitant tone, "Master, you... are here."

Yideng nodded slightly, looking at the ruined Tianlong Temple, silent for a long time.

"Uncle, are you injured?"

Yideng nodded, "I was supposed to be able to arrive yesterday, but I met a strong enemy on the way, which delayed me."

"In the temple... but there are others who survived."

Ku Rong's eyes trembled slightly, and he wiped away tears, "Except for us, the other disciples are... all dead. We can survive because of this benefactor who sacrificed his life to save us."

Yideng had noticed Long Peng a long time ago, and bent over to salute upon hearing this,
"The almsgiver is merciful, I am grateful."

"Master Yideng has spoken seriously, please hurry up."

"Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The benefactor can afford this gift. I will always remember the benefactor's great kindness."

Yideng insisted on finishing the salute, then turned his eyes to Kurong, "Does my nephew know who did these evil things?"

Ku Rong opened his mouth slowly and repeated it, but his whole body began to shiver as he spoke.

Seeing this, Yideng hurriedly removed his monk robe, and was a little surprised to see the cold palm print on his chest.

"Nephew, you have the "Xuanming God's Palm", close your eyes and adjust your breath quickly, and this old monk will help you."

Ku Rong's teeth creaked from the cold, and his face was covered with frost. Hearing this, he nodded repeatedly and sat cross-legged.

Yideng took a deep breath, using the pure Yang Qi to heal him.

The rest of the Tianlong monks guarded the Dharma from the side.

Long Peng had nothing to do, but he also felt burning pain in his body, so he sat on the ground and used the "Nine Yin Healing Chapter" to heal internal and external injuries.

In the previous battle with the blood knife ancestor, although Long Peng was injured a lot, it was not all bad.

One is to expel the excess infuriating energy of different species in the dantian, so that the dantian is no longer painful, and can start to open up the strange scriptures soon.

Secondly, he was able to fight against innate masters like the Blood Knife Patriarch and get away with it, and gained a lot of experience during this period.

The few Tianlong monks saw Long Peng closing his eyes to heal his wounds, and stood silently around him to guard him.

About half an hour past.

The three of Duan Yu rushed over, and saw the Tianlong Temple that had been turned into ruins, their faces were full of shock.

Duan Yu felt uneasy in his heart, he opened his voice and shouted, "Lin Shaoxia, Lin Shaoxia?"

"Yu'er, why are you here?"

But he saw a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance and a dignified expression approaching Duan Yu's side.

"Father, have you seen Lin Shaoxia?"

"Shaoxia Lin?"

Duan Zhengchun frowned slightly, "Who is this person? I don't know my father, but you don't want to be yelling. Several eminent monks from Tianlong Temple are healing their wounds over there. Don't blame them if you disturb them." I will punish you for my father."

Duan Yu shrank his neck, looked around, saw Mu Wanqing walking towards Tianlong Monk's position, hurriedly tried to stop him, but saw a familiar figure among the people surrounded by several Tianlong Monks, he was very pleasantly surprised.

"That person is... Mr. Lin?"

With doubts in his heart, Duan Yu avoided his father's gaze, and walked quickly with Zhong Ling, only to see Mu Wanqing stopped by a handsome young monk.

"Female benefactor, please stay still, Lin Shaoxia is recovering from injuries, please don't disturb."

Mu Wanqing's cuffed fist turned white slightly, she gritted her teeth, and asked in a deep voice, "He... how did he get hurt like this?"

"The benefactor knows Lin Shaoxia?"

Ming Kong was stunned for a moment, then looked Mu Wanqing up and down, seeing that she was dressed in black, not showing her true face, he was secretly on guard.

"Benefactor Lin, in order to save the little monk and others, risked his life and entered the sea of ​​flames, so he suffered burns all over his body."

"Burn, how is his injury?"

Ming Kong touched his dusty little head, "This little monk doesn't know. When Donor Lin wakes up, benefactor Lin, you can ask him yourself."

Mu Wanqing leaned forward, hesitated to speak, but did not take any action after all.

"Ms. Mu, don't worry, Lin Shaoxia is very skilled in martial arts, so nothing will happen." Duan Yu comforted.

Mu Wanqing nodded, did not speak, just sat on the bluestone under a big tree, waiting quietly.

"Yu'er, what's the matter with your hand?"

A concerned and anxious soft voice sounded.

Duan Yu's body froze slightly, he turned around and saw a noble and beautiful Taoist nun in white robe walking towards him, he was both happy and afraid.

"Mother, aren't you in the Taoist temple? Why are you here?"

"Such a big event has happened in this city, can my mother not know about it?"

Dao Baifeng nodded Duan Yu's forehead, and looked at his broken arm with distress, tears in his eyes, "What's wrong with your hand? Tell me quickly, don't beat around the bush here with your mother."

(End of this chapter)