The Little Doctor of Springfield

At night, Xiao Yuru began to cook.

With the help of Liu Zhibai, the meal was very enjoyable.

Annie has also run back from Huben base. She is often there these days, but she seldom sees Li Jin. However, Li Jin is familiar with Annie here, especially with Xiaozhu.

This meal was very good. There was wine and meat. Xiao Yuru's craftsmanship was not very good. It was really good. Let alone Li Jin, Liu Zhibai praised it.

Several people talked and laughed and enjoyed themselves.

After eating, they went to wash the dishes, while Annie was playing with Xiaozhu. Li Jin was lying in the yard. Although it was cold, he liked to sit there like this.

In front of the temple in the distance, monk Buyi sits there. In front of him is the boar king who was rescued from Li Jin.

It's like a pious monk lying in front of a boar.

The monk said with a faint smile: "that snake seems to be in good luck. Last time you failed in a duel with it, it has already grown a claw. Now I don't know what expert helped it and it has grown another claw. You, it seems that you can't stop Jackie Chan! "

The boar King growled, obviously a little unconvinced.

"The first story I told Li Jin before is to admit one's fate. Now it seems that I'm also doing things that I don't know my fate. You should have been killed by Li Jin. I shouldn't have helped you at the beginning. "

Boar king looked up at monk Buyi, obviously did not expect that he would say so.

"I want him to make the most difficult decision in his life. If he doesn't go, maybe it's over. The past is not a good thing, especially for me, so he has to go to Wudu. "

The monk sighed, "I thought that he would be awed by so many gods and ghosts on his way, but it seems that he didn't, not only didn't, but his disobedience is getting heavier and heavier. I need him to go, but my relationship with him is getting worse and worse, especially those two stories should have ruined all my good feelings. But I have to do it again. What do you think I should do? "

The boar King shook his head, and there was a ray of hatred in his eyes.

It's Li Jin If it wasn't for Li Jin, it might have killed heixuan by now.

It can be said that it has a deep hatred for Li Jin, but it does not dare to find Li Jin. The difference between the two is too far. As long as Li Jin meets this wild boar, the wild boar will definitely die miserably.

So the boar king had to hide even here. He did not dare to let Li Jin find that he was not dead.

"In fact, you should have been exposed since the Mountain God appeared here..." Monk Buyi seems to know what boar king is thinking, and immediately answers, "but he doesn't care about you, so you can live to now."

The wild boar king was shocked. When Taohua town fell that day, he hid somewhere in Wushan. He watched with his own eyes how the simple mountain god put Taohua town there. For Shishan God, he still had a great fear. It was not human power at all.

"Although he doesn't care about you now, you don't know when he will remember to care about you again. So I think since they want to kill you, it's better for me to kill you now. If I kill you now, Li Jin may think that I have some sincerity towards him, don't you think? "

Master Buyi asked boar king.

The boar king suddenly got up and took several steps back.

It is full of power in an instant, and looks at the cloth monk with covetous eyes.

He had already felt a dangerous breath, which made him distrust the monk in front of him.

The monk laughed, looked at the boar king and said, "if I really want to fight back, what if you fight back with me? You think it's my opponent? "

The boar King stepped back again, his eyes full of resentment.

"Since you lost to the big snake in the last heavy rain, you've done it three times, but you've lost all of them without exception, and you've lost more and more. If I guess right, now I'm afraid you don't even have the courage to fight that big snake. At first, I didn't understand why the big snake wanted to save your life, but now I understand... "

The monk in cloth has a serious face.

The boar King stopped. He wanted to know why.

"He is smarter than you, and he can understand the meaning of cultivation better than you. The reason it keeps you alive is to know that you'll find it again. But it has defeated you once. It is inevitable for it to defeat you. So every time you go to it for a duel, it's a kind of training for it. But you don't have this Huigen. You won't understand it then. "

The boar king was shocked, and then he understood the meaning of the big snake.

"In that case, you really don't have to live any longer." With a change of words, the monk looked at the boar king and laughed, "then go to die!"The boar king felt a strong sense of crisis. He roared and ran out.

But there is an invisible force, but it is firmly locked, let it move.

The boar King's eyes were full of blood, and his heart was obviously full of hate.

But no matter how much it hates, Leng is unable to break free from this bondage.

Master Buyi stood up slowly, came to the boar king, looked at him piteously and said, "you shouldn't hate me. If I hadn't saved you, you would have died. You should thank me for letting you live so long. Whether you are a man or a pig, you should always have a little heart of gratitude, even if I kill you now. Because since the time I saved you, your life has been mine. There is no doubt about it! "

With that, the boar King began to howl. He even knelt down to master Buyi.

This is a pig that has been psychic and knows the value of life.

What's more valuable is that it has the hope to continue to climb the path. If it dies at this time, it's not worth it.

It doesn't want to die, let alone die at this time.

Master Buyi looked at it sarcastically and said, "it's a good thing to die. Why do you want to behave like this?"

With that, the monk raised his hand and dropped it. Although there was no knife in his hand, there was a sharp wind of the sword waving from his hand.

See wild boar king that big pig head falls down from above, rolled to the ground.

The blood spurted from the throat and dyed the green bricks on the ground red.

The master of cloth clothes, however, seemed to have seen nothing, and his face was frightfully cold.