Huijue smiled faintly and said, "Little Donor Lin, you once said that you should keep me, but you did not break your promise! I am so grateful, Amitabha." Lin Miao gritted his teeth and said, "But the monk, your martial arts are gone! What should I do?" Huijue shook his head and smiled: "The little donor is wrong. I have already memorized thousands of Buddhist scriptures in my heart, and it doesn't matter if I lose my eyes. Since I lost my martial arts, I can concentrate on Buddhism and recite the scriptures to save people in the future. In the future, my merits will be fulfilled, and my income will be more than today. What's the regret of the little donor? Besides, the two little donors are already superb martial arts and are born chivalrous. I will no longer be concerned about the affairs in the world. If I end up being free and leisurely, why not do it! Amitabha."

Mu Wushuang knelt on one knee and said, "The monk has achieved great enlightenment, and I admire him very much. My brother is entrusted by the two monks today, so he will definitely keep it in mind. Please rest assured by the monk!" Lin Miao also nodded and knelt down: "Don't worry, the monk, I will help Shaolin clean up the portal! Prajna, the Five Poisons True Lord!" Huijue trembled with his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.

Mu Wushuang and Lin Miao looked at Huijue's coarse cloth clothes, and knew that he had lost all his martial arts skills, he could no longer withstand the cold rain of the first month. The two tacitly input the internal energy of the Tianyang True Classic to Huijue at the same time. Lin Miao suddenly felt that the inner breath was a little blocked. Mu Wushuang looked at Lin Miao and said, "Mouse, I'd better give the inner energy to the monk." Lin Miao closed his eyes, slowly conditioned his inner breath back, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm fine. Monk, let's go back to the inn to rest."

Huijue nodded and stood up. Lin Miao pressed Huijue's back with one hand and slowly helped Huijue up with the other. Huijue whispered: "My younger brother Huikong's golden body, I hope that the donor Mu can take back to the inn. I want to recite scriptures for my junior brother to save me. Alas, good, good!" Mu Wushuang nodded and put away the fallen sword: "Even if the monk doesn't say it, I will bring back the body of the monk Huikong." Huijue nodded and walked slowly back to the inn with Lin Miao.

When Lin Miao helped Huijue to the entrance door, Long Yubing and Su Xiaoyu and Zhang Xi hurriedly met Lin Miao. Long Yubing asked anxiously: "What's going on when it was so chaotic just now? This master is... it's actually Huijue monk! What's wrong with him?!" Lin Miao whispered: "Uncle Master, Sister Xiaoyu, Brother Zhang, Huijue monk... The monk just fought with the Dragon Demon, so his martial arts eyes were all destroyed..."

Zhang Xi exclaimed and asked, "The Divine Monk Huijue was actually killed by this poisonous attack! Brother Lin, what's going on? You said! Brother Mu and Master Huikong? Where are they?" Su Xiaoyu hurried to the door, and saw Mu Wushuang holding Huikong and walking slowly step by step. He shouted happily at Long Yubing: "Sister Long, Brother Zhang Xi, Brother Wushuang and others are fine, they are already back."

Long Yubing and Zhang Xigang were relieved, and Lin Miao continued to whisper: "I'll send the monk Huijue back to his room to rest first. He is very weak now and needs rest." Huijue shook his head and said: "Thank you for your kindness to the donor Lin. I just want to recite scriptures to be a disciple of Huikong to save you. I just heard the sound and distinguished people. The three people in the hall should be the female donor of Long Yubing, the female donor of Su Xiaoyu, and the Zhang Xi, the donor of Jiujian Pavilion? I met here today, and I am really lucky to have three lives. I dare to ask which donor to help me ask for a cushion? Amitabha."

Long Yubing, Su Xiaoyu and Zhang Xi looked at Huijue with different expressions. Long Yubing said to himself in disbelief: "Is Master Huikong already passed away? How could this happen..." Zhang Xi thought with some joy: "I didn't expect that the monk Huijue still remembers me!" Su Xiaoyu said in surprise when he heard Long Yubing's self-talk, "Sister Long, passed away... Has Master Huikong already passed away?"

At this time, Mu Wushuang whispered from behind Su Xiaoyu: "Yes, in order to save the people here, the Divine Monk Huikong used Buddhism to enlighten the poison king. He had passed away for a long time." Long Yubing and the other two looked at Huikong's body in Mu Wushuang's arms, and knelt down and kowtowed a few times. Long Yubing silently moved two tables together and said to Mu Wushuang: "It's a little simpler, let's put down Master Huikong first."

Mu Wushuang put Huikong respectfully on the table. At this time, the inn owner hurriedly brought a somewhat worn cushion and said stutteringly: "Little man... I heard that... this living Buddha wants a cushion..." Huijue hurriedly folded his head and said, "Good, good, good, donor can't do it! I am just a disciple of Buddhism. I can never afford to be the word "living Buddha". Amitabha, sin."

The inn owner hurriedly put the cushion on the ground, then kowtowed and said, "The villain is clumsy, I don't know how many living... living gods... I'm so rude to the shop. I hope... I hope the gods don't... don't... blame the villain!" Lin Miao whispered: "Boss Chen, we are really not gods, you are too careful."

Boss Chen shook his head and said, "A few of them are extraordinary in appearance. They have just used their magical powers to subdue the dragon demon. What are they not gods?" Mu Wushuang sighed and shook his head, looking at Huijue with a tired face and said, "Does the monk want to recite scriptures and pray for blessings now?" Huijue nodded, and Boss Chen hurriedly stood up, dusted the dust on the cushion, and then came to Huijue respectfully, and helped Huijue onto the cushion with Lin Miao. Huijue whispered: "Thank you, Amitabha."

Boss Chen asked Lin Miao in a little panic and said, "You are really not gods?" Lin Miao lowered his eyelids: "This monk Huijue is a monk from Shaolin. We are disciples of the Nine Sword Pavilion in Lingzhou. Boss Chen, please make a basin of charcoal fire in the living room and then take a cotton coat to put on the monk Huijue." Long Yubing was about to ask why Lin Miao was why, but suddenly remembered that Huijue had lost all his martial arts skills, and couldn't help but sigh heavily.

Long Yubing slowly walked to Mu Wushuang and whispered, "Where is that Prajna of the Slaughter Hand? Has it been removed?" Mu Wushuang shook his head and slowly told the story of tonight. Zhang Xi frowned and said, "In that case, there may be a fierce battle tomorrow! Second Senior Brother, Brother Lin, you go back and rest first, I will accompany the monk Huijue to watch the night away."
Chapter completed!