Master Xiuxian in the City

"master!"

Ye Zixi turned around, lamenting for a while.

"Okay! Okay! The master will not say it!"

The aunt smiled lovingly and looked at Lin Mudao: "Since this time, Zi Xi must have caused a lot of trouble for the little friend?"

"While it's usually a bit naughty, it's generally good."

Lin Mu smiled slightly.

"Amu!"

Ye Zixi was immediately ashamed and angry, and actually said this to her in front of the master, and provoked her again.

"The poor Buddha, Qinghe, usually cultivates in Emei. I don't know where the young teacher is?"

Dao Gu announced a Buddhist title and looked at Lin Mu and asked.

"I'm Zi Mu's friend Lin Mu. I haven't paid a teacher yet.

Lin Mu also arched his hands. Those who live in the mountains are still observing the etiquette of ancient times. To them, the red tape is a kind of etiquette and a kind of inheritance.

"Lin Xiaoyou's qualifications are extraordinary. It seems that Zi Xi hasn't seized this opportunity and followed you, and the cultivation is so slack."

Master Qinghe sighed too slightly.

"Master, I suddenly remembered that Amu's medical skills are very good! Maybe I can save the life of my sister!"

Ye Zixi just wanted to be coquettish, and suddenly remembered that Lin Mu had given her a needle to treat her wound on her shoulder some time ago, and she immediately looked happy and said cheerfully.

"Oh? Lin Xiaoyou is also proficient in medicine?"

The Qinghe Master was a little surprised at a sudden. He did not expect that Lin Mu's martial arts were so high that he also practiced medicine.

Before Lin Mu answered, Ye Zixi usually poured the beans out of the bamboo tube and said the last thing in a brain. The more the Qinghe Master listened, the brighter her eyes became, and her eyes looking at Lin Mu became a little strange.

"If the poor Nepalese didn't guess wrong, the little friends should practice the secret method to get the sun out of the sun, right?"

Qing He said too slowly.

"The teacher has great eyesight, and now there are not many people who know this secret method."

Lin Mu was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that this aunt could accurately guess what kind of secret method he was practicing based on Ye Zixi's description.

"This is not how powerful the poor Nepali is, but that I have seen the power of this mystery in the past, and indeed it has the magical effect of living dead human bones and bones. If I remember correctly, the last person to practice this mystery, It should be the divine doctor Mu Renqing. Where did the little friend learn from? "

Qinghe asked too strangely.

"I got this mystery from elsewhere, and as far as I know, the theologian is now dead."

Lin Mu didn't fully say it. After all, he didn't know what this Master Qinghe was about. All he knew now was that she was a simple message from Master Ye Zixi.

"Passed, no wonder, for so many years, many people have been investigating his whereabouts, but one by one has returned without success. It turns out that the magician has long since died."

The Qinghe Master suddenly announced a Buddhist title, and sighed deeply.

"As soon as a person dies, even a divine doctor is no exception."

Lin Mu also sighed softly.

"I heard Zi Xi's description just now. It seems that Xiaoyou's secrets to capture the sun has reached a relatively high level. I wonder if I can heal the apprentice?"

With emotion, Master Qinghe returned to reality, and her eyes were full of hope.

"Of course I can, but I don't know exactly how far the apostle's injuries have come, and I don't have the absolute certainty to cure her."

Lin Mu nodded, and Ye Zixi next to him smiled happily. Lin Mu was able to agree so clearly, naturally it was in her face.

"It doesn't matter, the little friend is willing to go and take a look. The poor Nepali is very satisfied. As to whether it can be cured, it can only be left to fate. If it can't be sustained, it can only be said that the disciples are hit by this. Way of doing things. "

The Qinghe teacher smiled gratefully.

"Zixi, please go and pack up. I'll tell Yu Ru and Xuan Rong. Let's go tonight to avoid any unexpected changes in your master's injury."

Laughing slightly at Qing He, Lin Mu and Ye Zixi said, then turned into the door.

"This young man is very nice. It seems that the little girl of that year has finally grown up now."

Master Qinghe looked at Lin Mu's back with satisfaction, touched Ye Zixi's hair, and smiled slightly.

"Master! What are you talking about? I'm going to pack my clothes!"

Ye Zixi turned her head shyly, ran into the villa swiftly, and in the large courtyard, Mrs. Qing He, who was wearing a robe, was still standing there, and she was covered with bright moonlight.

In Song Yuru's room, Lin Mu twisted the door **** lightly, and the person had entered the room. At this time, Song Yuru was still asleep and he didn't know what was happening outside.

"Yu Ru, Yu Ru."

Gently patted Song Yuru's cheek, Lin Mu whispered.

"Well, Mu Mu? Why don't you sleep so late?"

Song Yuru opened his sleepy eyes and looked at Lin Mu who was squatting beside the bed in front of him for a moment.

"Master Zixi is here. I'll go with them and come back in two days."

Lin Mu managed the messy hair of Song Yuru and said with a smile.

"Master of Xixi is here?"

Song Yuru quickly wanted to support her upper body, but was pushed back to bed by Lin Mu.

"Don't need to get up. We'll leave after a while. Something over there is more urgent. Zixi's master was seriously injured. I'll see what happens."

Lin Mu shook his head and said.

"Leave now? What time is it?"

Song Yuru picked up the phone and looked at it, his eyes were slightly stunned by the dazzling screen, "It's only two o'clock now?"

"Well, the injuries are serious there, I'm afraid it won't take long, so it's better to rush as soon as possible."

Lin Mu said something about it, and then told him: "When I'm not home, you don't have to run around. It's safer to stay home after work."

"Well, I see. You have to be careful, too, those who investigate you secretly haven't caught them yet!"

Song Yuru also said with concern.

"Rest assured, I will pay attention, you continue to sleep, you have to work tomorrow!"

Lin Mu smiled slightly and kissed Song Yuru's forehead gently, then left the room and brought the door in hand.

Ling Xuanrong had originally told him in the past, and walked to the door of the room to find out that the door had been opened. It turned out that Ye Zixi had already entered.

"Xuan Rong, go ahead and sleep. We're going to leave overnight, and we'll be back in two days."

Lin Mu walked in and said with a smile.

"Well, stay safe on the road."

After Ling Xuanrong fell asleep, Lin Mu took Ye Zixi's luggage and locked the door to the yard.

"Let's go by plane. I'll have someone take us to the airport. It should be able to catch the earliest flight."

Putting down his luggage, Lin Mu took out the phone and called to another villa not far away. Within a short time, Rongsan rushed over and drove out the Maybach from the garage. The four immediately rushed to the Donghai Airport.

After sending the four people, Long San went to buy a ticket, but at this time, he encountered a problem, that is, Mrs. Qinghe did not carry her ID card.

"How did the teacher get to the East China Sea before?"

Sitting in Maybach, Lin Mu asked strangely.

"I do have an ID card, but this time I came to the East China Sea without a plane, but a disciple who trained in the world sent me a car."

Master Qinghe smiled slightly.

For ordinary people, it is definitely impossible to board a plane without an identity card, even plane tickets are not available, but this is not to stump Lin Mu, winked at Long San, and Long San understood immediately. Using the Baolong regiment, three air tickets were booked within a few minutes.

It was the earliest flight at five o'clock. After giving three tickets to three people, Long San left Maybach.

The three sat in the terminal for a while, chatting casually, the time passed quickly, and they got on the plane at five, just two hours of work, and they arrived at Chengdu airport at seven.

There is no direct flight from the East China Sea to Mount Emei. They can only take the nearest Chengdu and then rush from Chengdu to Mount Emei. The three people took a taxi directly from the airport and went straight to Emei without wasting any time. .

At about half past eight, the three had arrived at the tourist service area of ​​Mount Emei. After paying the fare, they disappeared quickly into the service area while there were not many people in the morning.

With the effort of three people, naturally, he would not follow the path of ordinary people going up the mountain. Lin Mu was carrying Ye Zixi's box, followed closely by Qing Heshi's elegant figure, and moved quickly in the mountains and forests, all the way Constantly rushed to the depths of Mount Emei.

"This is the place where the poor and the poor are cultivating. It's a bit humble, and I hope my friends won't mind."

In front of an old nun, Mrs. Qing He stopped and smiled back at Lin Mu slightly.

"The environment here is very good. If it were not for a bunch of things in the mundane world, I would also like to come here to practice for a while, it is really a clean place."

Lin Mu glanced around with satisfaction. The plaque in front of the frame had some mottled marks, but the writing on it was still very clear. The three words written by Jing Chen were the three points into the wood, which showed that the inscription was profound. Skill.

The whole clean dust is not big. After entering, there are only a dozen rooms except the front yard. In this old forest in the deep mountains, all the food is planted by them or picked in the mountains. It is a pair. Isolated from the world.

As soon as Mrs. Qinghe returned, a few handsome little nuns were immediately greeted. They were different from Ye Zixi's practice, they were shaved monks, and they were monks who truly obeyed the Buddhist monastic rules.

The little nuns first asked hello respectfully with Master Qinghe, and then a swarm of bees gathered around Ye Zixi, who was behind them. They screamed affectionately. Some called Ye Sister Ye, and some called Ye Sister. Generations are not the same.

"Well, don't bother now, what is Nianchen's injury?"

Master Qinghe interrupted the apprentices' jokes and asked with a serious look.

"Master, there is no change in Sister's injuries. She is still lying unconscious on the bed."

A little nun gave a glance at Lin Mu secretly before returning to the words of Master Qinghe.

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