Then he struggled to get up from the ground and walked to Ye Qingcheng. Ye Qingcheng saw that he was in such a mess and the blood on his forehead kept dripping. He didn't care at all and said to Ye Qingcheng: "Girl, please forgive me."

You have to spare others. You have taught them a lesson, so you should let them go. Although they did something wrong, your current behavior is so different from theirs!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Ye Qingcheng didn't expect it, the young prince didn't expect it, and even the thugs didn't expect it. The scholar tried his best to get up. It turned out that he wanted Ye Qingcheng to let them go. Ye Qingcheng was speechless when he heard his words. She

For the first time, he said: "Is there something wrong with you? They beat you like this and you still want to let them go?"

The scholar wiped the blood on his body with his clothes, then stood firm and said righteously: "It's their fault that they hit me. It's your fault that you hit them. I read the books of sages and learned from them.

The way of loyalty and forgiveness, girl, is it time to retaliate? You shouldn't do this, let them go."

It was the first time that Ye Qingcheng met such a stupid scholar. She felt that this person was a bit unreasonable, but she didn't know why after thinking about it, she still felt that what he said made sense. Then she said in a strange way: "If you don't take revenge, then what happened just now?"

Where are the two escorts?"

The scholar looked back at the two bodyguards. Seeing everyone looking at him, the bodyguard hurriedly waved his hands and said, "We won't pursue the case any further."

When the scholar heard the escort's answer, he immediately felt emboldened. He turned around and said to Ye Qingcheng: "Girl, look, no one is pursuing the case now."

Ye Qingcheng laughed angrily, put Taiyin back into its scabbard, and said to these villains: "Get out!"

The young prince was so frightened that he could no longer walk. The second brother hurriedly ran up to him, helped him up, pulled a piece of cloth from the side and bandaged the young prince, and then left the ruined temple without looking back.

The two bodyguards stood up and said to Ye Qingcheng: "Thank you very much, young lady, for your help. We are members of the Qingmu Hall of the bodyguard alliance. If there is any need in the future, if you come to the bodyguard alliance to find us, we will not hesitate to come to the bodyguard alliance!"

Ye Qingcheng nodded and turned to look at the scholar. The scholar didn't say thank you at this time. He looked at her coldly, then his face became ferocious, and he turned over and fell to the ground.

"Ouch... Ouch... it hurts... it hurts." At this time, the people who hit him were gone, and he realized the pain.

Ye Qingcheng had never seen such an interesting person. She walked forward, squatted down and looked at the scholar and asked: "I saved your life, why don't you even say thank you?"

When the scholar heard Ye Qingcheng's words, Ninja turned over in pain and said to her: "It is not the behavior of a gentleman to fight violence with violence. Although you saved me, the sage said: You can't take away anger, and you can't give out joy. I didn't ask you to save me.

So no need to say thank you."

Is this person stupid because of reading? What is the truth behind this? Ye Qingcheng laughed angrily at the scholar's words. The scholar originally thought that this woman was too beautiful, but he was a scholar and said "don't look at anything inappropriate", so he didn't dare

Looking at her secretly, he didn't expect that the woman's smile became more attractive. The scholar was stunned for a moment and even forgot about the pain in his body.

Seeing him like this, Ye Qingcheng snorted and said, "You look at a woman like this, is this what a saint taught you?"

Only then did the scholar realize that he was wrong. He hurriedly lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "The sage said, food and sex are the same. Saints are not immune to the vulgarity, how can I..."

I don't know why, but Ye Qingcheng thinks this scholar is a bit cute. Although he is not strong enough, he has the courage to face it. Although his strength is very small, he has the courage to stick to his own principles. Such a small scholar makes his own life.

It is of extraordinary significance.

Ye Qingcheng took out the Jinchuang Medicine from his body, threw it to the scholar, and said: "One bottle is for internal use and one bottle is for external application."

The scholar took the medicine bottle in a panic, and then said quickly: "Wait!"

"What happened again?"

The scholar asked a little embarrassedly: "Which bottle is for external use and which one is for internal use?"

From the beginning to the end, the young monk who was sitting beside the ruined temple kept his head lowered and meditating, as if the scene in front of him was nothing more than a mirror and could not disturb his mind at all.

At this time, the others returned to their original places. The group of beggars who had been driven out saw that the criminals had left, observed the situation in the temple, and then walked in one after another.

The scholar applied the medicine according to the method Ye Qingcheng gave him. He grinned and screamed. Ye Qingcheng glared at him. He was not afraid. After applying the medicine, he tore a piece of cloth from under his robe and wiped his own

The head was wrapped up.

The scholar's head was not big at first, but after it was bandaged, it looked extra big. Ye Qingcheng didn't watch him bandage his head at first, maybe because it was not convenient to do it by himself. After the scholar finished bandaging, he tied a knot on the top of his head and looked at it from a distance.

It looked like he had two horns on his head. Seeing the scholar wearing such a funny shape, Ye Qingcheng burst into laughter.

The scholar was a little embarrassed. He turned his back. Just as he was about to tidy up again, the young monk next to him stood up and came over to salute and said: "Amitabha, donor, let me help you."

The scholar hurriedly stood up and returned the courtesy: "Master, I can do it myself."

"You're welcome, donor. It's just a little effort for me, little monk." After saying that, the little monk untied the bandage on the scholar's head, and then wiped away the blood bit by bit.

"Donor, are you going to Beijing to take the exam at this time?" The young monk chatted while doing this.

"Exactly."

"It's a long and mountainous road here, so the donor must be careful."

The scholar laughed loudly and said: "The bamboo stick and mango shoes can beat the horse easily. Who is afraid? You can live your whole life in the misty rain."

The young monk also smiled and replied: "The donor is outspoken and free-spirited, and does not stick to trivial matters. However, the young monk still wants to persuade the donor. The so-called ants are still living in vain, so the donor must not show off in the future."

The scholar also knew that the young monk had good intentions. Just now he chose to protect himself wisely, which showed that he believed that he was not strong enough and would not wade into this muddy water. But the scholar did not agree with what he said. He faced the young monk and said: "Master, how can you

Saying this, it is said that people in the world are in charge of the affairs of the world. If everyone behaves like you, how can there be a bright and prosperous world in this world? The so-called life between heaven and earth..."

The scholar continued to preach to the young monk. The young monk was not annoyed and faced the scholar with a calm expression. After the scholar finished speaking, the young monk nodded and said: "Donor, you have a heart like gold. I wish you to beg for help."

Fame comes from fame. But..."

"But what?"

"But can a cult member really have such a sincere heart as you?"

After the young monk finished speaking, his cassocks flew up without any wind, knocking the two bodyguards who were preparing to attack behind him to the ground. Then the beggars around him suddenly rose up and attacked in groups. The young monk silently recited the Heart Sutra, and his cassocks knocked all of them to the ground.

Bounce.

From beginning to end, neither the scholar nor the young monk moved a step.

Ye Qingcheng was watching the conversation between the young monk and the scholar with great interest just now. He thought to himself that the scholar was probably really stupid at reading. This might be his first time going out. If he had been out a few more times, he might have been beaten.

They were very obedient, but unexpectedly, the two of them were fine just now, and suddenly the people around them killed the young monk as promised.

Ye Qingcheng stood up abruptly, holding the sword in his hand, ready to observe the form first, and then say anything else.

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the scholar shook his head with a grimace and said: "Let me just say, the master has wisdom, and you guys are useless at all. Not only are you useless now, you have also exposed yourself. Alas..."

The young monk raised his head, and then the cassock was quickly draped on him. He said with a smile: "Donor, you have been with me for more than two months. Do we have any deep hatred?"

The scholar tilted his head and said: "There is no deep grudge. It's just that you have wisdom, little monk. I want to draw you into my religion. I don't know if you will appreciate it or not."

The young monk's eyes slowly turned cold. He looked at the scholar and said: "Donor, it is rumored that there are two sects in the Three Tribulations Sect: the ghost way and the devil way. The ghost sect likes to refine the living dead and is good at raising all kinds of birds and beasts. And the people of the devil way

They like to practice themselves. They have

The unique technique can reverse the tendons and deprive others of the magical effect of humanization. If I guessed correctly, the donor is a member of the devil's path, and even has a high status in the devil's path. And I think the donor took a fancy to me because of me.

Bearing the Vajra Art."

The scholar chuckled and said, "Master, you are really discerning."

"I am a disciple of the Buddhist heretics. Although it is difficult to practice the Vajra Art, it is actually a very basic skill. Donor, since you want to practice the Vajra Art, I have a copy in my hand that I can give to the donor."

"I've seen the Vajra Art, and it's too ordinary. The ordinary ones make me not interested in it at all. But you are different. When you were thirteen years old, you actually practiced the Vajra Art to perfection. This is simply unbelievable. You can master the Vajra Art.

The only person who has achieved great success in cultivation is the Supreme Monk who wrote this book on martial arts. Since then, no one has achieved great success in cultivation. But little monk, you have achieved great success in cultivation at such a young age. Is there any secret?"

Vajra Jue is an extremely common method in Buddhism. As you can tell from the name, it is a method for practicing external kung fu. Basically, it is a basic course for entry-level disciples of Buddhism, and everyone will practice one and a half moves. But

After practicing to the depths, many people begin to be unable to bear it and give up. Because in addition to hard training, Qi training, paulownia oil, and broken stones are basically required courses every day. And when the practice is extremely deep, internal injuries will occur.

The human body simply cannot bear it if it backfires on itself.

But the scholar actually said that this young monk had mastered the Vajra Art to great perfection. This was simply unbelievable.

"Vajra Jue, the young monk was completely forced by the master when he first practiced. As for why he was able to practice to great success. The young monk has some tricks, but donor, you are not a good person. I can't tell you that the Taoist who taught the devil's way was also a Taoist at the beginning.
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