A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

No matter how powerful Yeats was, she could not beat four hands with her two fists. One person could fight against a group of monks. Gradually, her physical strength was exhausted. The middle-aged monk and the black-clothed coachman were waiting outside like vultures. They seemed to pounce on her as soon as she fell. Eat meat and drink blood.

How to do?
Yeats fought hard while looking for a way to escape.

Looking above her head, she saw that the place where she had just fallen had been sealed. Besides, she was entangled by more than a dozen monks and had no way to find an exit, so...

She looked towards the direction where the middle-aged monk came from. Could the entrance be the exit, over there?
When fighting the monk, Yeats kept fighting toward the entrance. Unfortunately, everyone in the cave saw her intention and blocked her near the stove. Is she going to be defeated here today?

Her physical strength was gradually declining, and her hands and feet were weak. She had fallen twice while avoiding the knife and stick. If she fell again, she wouldn't know if she could get up. What if she couldn't get up?
Yeats looked at the burning alchemy furnace. Instead of being caught by the two vultures, it was better to die simply. Just when she was exhausted and about to be knocked to the ground, a young novice came in from the entrance.

It was the young novice who opened the door to welcome Yeats and others.

The lustful middle-aged monk turned his head.

The little novice gathered together and saluted: "Abbott, there are hundreds of people breaking in outside."

The carriage driver in black was surprised: "Why are there so many?"

The middle-aged monk obviously did not expect this situation, and asked with a stern face, "Who is it?"

The young novice said: "The moon was dark and the wind was high, so I couldn't see clearly."

The little novice's voice was not loud, and Yeats was weak. While dealing with a group of monks, he heard the novice's words. Could it be that Lord Shaoqing is here?
Yeats was overjoyed, and his body seemed to be instantly injected with vitality, and his whole person came to life. His weak hands and feet were instantly full of vitality, and the dagger he stabbed at the monk glowed with light.

Fast and hard.

The middle-aged monk frowned when he saw that he couldn't deal with Yeats after a while and said, "Get her down quickly."

It was so embarrassing that more than a dozen monks couldn't take down a little lady disguised as a man. The middle-aged monk pointed at them and said, "When I come down, if you don't take down this girl, get out of here." "

More than a dozen monks looked back at the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk had no time to respond to their eyes, then turned around and disappeared where Yeats thought he was the entrance.

For refining elixirs, the location of Canghua Temple is actually not good. It can be said that it is a barren mountain. It is difficult to find a young lady to trick her into coming. I didn't expect that I would either not come or a beautiful young lady would come. , who among the dozen or so monks would not be tempted, all of them would be ruthless, just waiting for the prey to die, so that they could enjoy it.

Yeats also sensed the vicious intentions of these bald monks. Although she was exhausted, she did not dare to relax even a little bit. The daggers were retorted and rolled out of their mouths, but the dozen bald heads still refused to let her go.

Suddenly, Yeats's only self-defense weapon, the dagger, was shot down by the monk.

At this moment, she was bare-handed.

Could it be that she could only...

Just when she was attacked by several knives and sticks and fell to the ground, and was about to be stabbed, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, and all the pine oil wall lamps in the cave that were as bright as day were suddenly extinguished.

Yeats took the opportunity to roll to the ground to avoid the group attack, rolled a few more times on the spot, and rolled to the alchemy furnace. He quickly got up and ran towards the entrance. A dozen monks had also adapted to the darkness at this moment, and they He followed Yeats closely with the remaining light of the carbon fire in the alchemy furnace.

"stop……"

"Don't let her get away."

……

The shouts of more than a dozen monks shook Yeats's scalp, and his overloaded body felt weak due to the pause at this moment. He could not stand at all, let alone run away.

Closing his eyes, he could feel the cold chill coming from the knife and stick. Yeats flicked his head to avoid the monk's attack, and the other monks' knives and sticks followed suit.

Even if Yeats is a god, he can't stand up to one against ten!
God, are we going to die here?
There was no broken neck or headache as she imagined. She was pulled away by a huge force at such a speed that she seemed to be flying.The place we passed by was chilly everywhere, and it looked very much like the legendary land.

For about 10 minutes, it seemed as if he was entering from one cave to another. Yeats had no time to think about anything else. He stood firm and asked, "Excuse me, your Excellency..." There was a crash, and Yeats was about to ask, 'What's going on?'
light is on.

Yeats looked at the young monk who was lighting the lamp, "Why is it you?"

After lighting the lamp, the monk turned around, and the monk Bu Ran, who was begging for alms in the capital, stood in front of Yeats.

Wouldn't it be so coincidental!

Bu Ran smiled slightly and put his hands together, "Donor, we meet again."

The monk opposite looked gentle and kind. If he hadn't shaved his head, Yeats would have thought she had met some friends.
"I happened to pass by again this time?" She looked suspicious.

Monk Buran put his hands together and smiled faintly: "It's such a coincidence, Donor Ye."

Yeats: ...

It was obviously Monk Buran who saved Yeats' life, but she couldn't feel grateful from the bottom of her heart. She didn't know why.

Buran didn't mind, and still looked at her gently, "If you need anything, please ask for it. I will definitely take care of it."

Yeats... was still staring at him.

She seemed to have seen the outline of her eyebrows and eyes somewhere, but she couldn't remember it for a moment. However, at this moment, she couldn't care about it anymore and tried to ask: "Master, where is the exit?"

Bu Ran was still smiling, and her peach blossom eyes, as affectionate as those of a dog, were falling on Yeats. She ignored it automatically and asked again, "Master, you didn't save me just to let me go?"

Buran raised his eyebrows, "What do you think?"

The gentle and peaceful monk finally showed his tail.

Yeats's face turned cold, and he looked at Buran with a calm gaze, trying to see something from his suddenly frivolous eyes. Unfortunately, he couldn't see anything except a bit of dissoluteness.

Is he also a lecherous monk?Are these two encounters in the capital just for today?
The little lady's expression was unpredictable and colorful. Bu Ran wanted to laugh when he saw her. If he hadn't been afraid of being found, he would probably have raised his head to the sky with laughter.

Yeats remained cold and motionless.

Buran stopped smiling and looked at the other party lightly.

Both of them wanted to find out something from each other's eyes.

The two confront each other.

Not the light of fire is better than the light of fire.

Buran withdrew his gaze first, then turned around to cut the wick of the oil lamp.

Yeats followed him and looked over, and saw the oil lamp suddenly emitting smoke. She secretly said, "No," but before she could cover her mouth and nose, her legs went weak and she lost consciousness.

Buran looked down at the little lady who fell limply on the ground, lying quietly. Even though she was disguised as a man, she was still extremely soft.

Buran knelt down and reached out to lift up a strand of hair that fell to his cheeks, revealing a fair and small face with a delicate and small nose, a round and delicate nose tip, and red lips that were not dotted.

The feeling of beauty and temperament is really innate.

When Yeats dressed up as a man, he was extremely handsome, and when he wore women's clothes, he was so beautiful that he was so beautiful that his bones were broken.