"Abbot Yuanhui, how did the Demon Ring Master get hurt? What is the injury? Zhou Chen was shocked, concerned about the safety of the demon master, and asked eagerly.

"Amitabha, Uncle Shi returned to Shaolin and briefly explained and then retreated, without mentioning who was injured; As for the injury, the old man asked, but the uncle didn't explain. Abbot Yuanhui shook his head helplessly, and continued: "Uncle Shi went down the mountain this time because he and the supreme Taoist of Maoshan specially searched for the junior brother, both of them are martial arts leaders, and it stands to reason that no one in the world will hurt Uncle Shi." What happened in it, the old man couldn't figure it out. ”

This time I went down the mountain to find the wither.

It seems that the demon master rescued himself and Wu Chengtian from Yu Houcun's hands that day, and it was on the way to find green withering. He was injured by Yu Houcun and sent to the hospital, and he was in danger, and the master of demon reception used the supreme Dharma to cure himself, and then found that the blood drink beads could heal the wounds, so he went to look for wilt without taking them out. It's just that what the demon ring master didn't expect was that the blood drinking bead was actually refined into a drop of essence blood and stored in his body, and there was no way to force it out afterwards.

But later in the battle with Miao Yusheng, the demon master appeared again to save himself, and he was not injured at that time?

What happened to the master of demon ringing after that?

It is unbelievable that he was seriously injured.

I ate a fast meal for a long time, and most of the time I talked about things with Abbot Yuanhui, and the things I talked about were very attractive to Zhou Chen, and he even forgot to move his chopsticks during the meal. And Qingwei couldn't hear, so he could only look at the mouth shape of the two intently, and "listen" to the conversation between the two according to the mouth shape, occasionally "interfering" during the period, and Abbot Yuanhui was responsible for "translation". Therefore, I didn't eat much at this meal, and the food was cold.

The things that should be explained were explained, and not long after, Abbot Yuanhui said goodbye and left, and went to Shaolin Temple.

There are only Zhou Chen and Qing Wei left in the meditation room, because the two were close friends in their previous lives, and they both have an inexplicable sense of closeness, so they don't seem embarrassed. Qing Wei smiled shyly at Zhou Chen, Zhou Chen smiled in return, looked at the food on the table, all of them were vegetarian dishes, and they didn't eat much, Zhou Chen said, "Let's go to the restaurant and have another meal." By the way, can you eat meat and drink alcohol? ”

Withering looked up and laughed, and made a gesture that was okay.

The two of them laughed and walked out of the relatively secluded building and walked in the direction of the restaurant. Since it was just two people, they were just chatting, and there was no hidden topic, so they didn't open a private room, so they dined in the hall on the first floor, ordered a few dishes, asked for a bottle of wine, and the two drank.

While drinking and chatting, the two told each other about their life experience, and Zhou Chen learned that Qing Wei was born in a poor village in Suiyun County, Beihai City. Because he was deaf and dumb, he often had spasms, and he was taken to the hospital several times, but the doctors could not find the cause. After exhausting all the money, he could not cure the wilt, and finally his parents were desperate, so they left him on the mountain to fend for himself. Five-year-old Molten was alone in the mountains, enduring not only physical pain but also the sadness of being abandoned, when the disheartened Molten Withered almost died. When he was dying, he met an old man, who took Qing Wei to the mountain, taught him not only sign language, but also some breathing exercises, and gradually suppressed the spasms.

But when he was fourteen years old, the old man also died of illness, and before he died, he told him that the reason why he had experienced hardships in this life was because of the decisions he had made in his previous life. The reason why spasms occur is that they don't know how to control the cultivation in the body, and teaching the art of vomiting is to soothe the cultivation in the body. In the future, if you meet a master, you can soar into the world with just one move.

After the explanation, the old man fell asleep for a long time.

At that time, Qing Wei did not understand the old man's words, and he had nowhere to go when he was young, so he stayed in the mountains to live alone.

A year later, the master of the demon ring appeared in his sight, and as soon as the master appeared, he made Qing Wei worship him as a teacher. After the apprenticeship, the demon master nodded on Qing Ku's forehead, and Qing Wei fell asleep, and when he woke up, he was completely cultivated and ran freely.

What made Qing Ku even more puzzled was that the demon master actually said that Qing Ku was his senior brother in his previous life, and he wanted to take him back to Shaolin, and even explained some things about Zhou Chen.

Hearing Qing Ku's story, Zhou Chen really understood the meaning of Abbot Yuanhui's words before, and sure enough, if he messed up the law, he would definitely suffer great pain. If the reincarnation of the master of the void did not seal the cultivation, perhaps the youth of this life would not need to experience the pain of abandonment, and he would be loved by his parents like an ordinary child.

Zhou Chen felt even more pity for his miserable life experience, and he would definitely take care of him as a brother in the future.

Each told about their life experiences, and the two cherished each other even more, and the pain in their hearts was vented to each other, and they frequently raised their glasses, and a bottle of wine quickly bottomed out, and they asked for another bottle. The two of them were drinking happily, at this time, a group of Huashan faction disciples who had just had lunch were coming down from the upper floor, and it was Jiang Zhikun who walked in the front, and the person who followed Jiang Zhikun was the old man with a snow-white beard and a fairy wind and crane bone temperament, followed by Fan Yuyue, the first rookie of the Huashan faction, Lu You, who would use his luck sword, and a group of Huashan faction disciples.

Noticing the two people in the restaurant, a trace of ruthless murderous intent appeared on Lu You's face.

Whether it was Zhou Chen or the deaf and dumb young man Qing Wei, Lu You felt a sense of frustration, how could he, who had always been named the pride of heaven in the Huashan faction, have been so humiliated, and he couldn't wait to kill these two people immediately. As for Jiang Zhikun, he also stared at the two of them with a gloomy face. On the contrary, the old man with fairy wind and crane bones and Fan Yuyue smiled at Zhou Chen with a smile on their faces and a very friendly attitude.

"Cut, today's monks are too disagreeable, this is at the foot of Shaolin Mountain, and they dare to drink in public, and it looks like they are relying on their noble identity to deliberately not take the Buddhist precepts seriously! That's right, it's no wonder that the master is the first of the Shaolin Temple Discipline Academy. Lu You held back his anger in his heart, looked at the two of them with a sneer, and said coldly.

"Now that you know your status, don't lick your face with cats and dogs, you really think you're a carry, but you don't know that bullshit is not." Zhou Chen had a disdainful sneer on his face, and sneered at each other.

"You ......" Lu You's face was cold, although he was a rookie in the Huashan faction, almost on a par with Fan Yuyue, and had a noble status in the Huashan faction; But no one in the Huashan faction is comparable to the master of demon ringing, and Qing Wei is the apprentice of the master of demon ringing, so he is naturally not comparable. Zhou Chen's words were like a thorn inserted into Lu You's heart, the killing intent on Lu You's face became stronger and stronger, a pair of eyes full of killing intent stared at Zhou Chen, gritted his teeth and said: "I thought that I had attached a powerful master, you are a shrimp at best, Lao Tzu can kill you at any time if he wants to kill you." ”

"Lu You, shut up." The old man with a snow-white goatee on his chin glared at Lu You fiercely and reprimanded coldly.