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"Donor, the little monk really doesn't have the Yijin Sutra." A murmuring sound came from the mound.

Wang Sheng's eyes were strange, this was a monk, he temporarily let go of Nie Xiaoqian, picked up the knife of the dead middle-aged man and cut the mound open, and a figure slowly appeared, a yellow monk's robe stained with mud and blood.

"The little monk really doesn't have the Yijin Sutra." As if seeing the light, he slowly raised his head.

Seeing Wang Sheng, who was also wearing a bald head, the monk was stunned, blinked in disbelief, two lines of tears suddenly came out of his eyes, he opened his mouth to speak but suddenly choked up and couldn't speak.

Wang Sheng pushed aside the rest of the soil around him, and the monk's body was completely exposed, seeing that the monk was still choking, he coughed dryly, "Dare to ask where is the senior brother, what happened." ”

"Little, little monk, little monk is not a senior brother." The monk tried to suppress his tears, wiping his face with his hands indiscriminately, "The little monk Zhengjue Temple Zhishan has seen the senior brother, thank you for the grace of the senior brother to save his life." As he spoke, he kept wiping tears from his face.

Jeongkakuji Temple! Wang Sheng was stunned, he looked down at the monk, his body was short, his voice was immature, and the monk's clothes on his body were a little big, although his face turned into a flower face because of tears, he could still see the greenness on it.

"The Zhengjue Temple you are talking about is the Zhengjue Temple where the Four Ancestors Daoxin are located." Wang Sheng felt a little weird.

The monk was stunned for a moment, he looked up at Wang Sheng, "Senior brother knows that we are in Zhengjue Temple. Then he choked up and said, "Senior Brother is right, it is the Zhengjue Temple founded by Patriarch Daoxin back then. ”

It was really the Zhengjue Temple founded by Master Daoxin, which was also too coincidental.

Although he knew that this was the Zhengjue Temple in another time and space, and it had nothing to do with the Journey to the West, Wang Sheng still felt a little strange.

"Teacher, senior brother, what about the villain." The monk remembered the man who wrapped himself up and threatened him to hand over the Yijin Sutra, and then before he could answer, he saw a middle-aged man who was cut in two on one side, he opened his mouth wide, and stammered: "Master, senior brother, did you kill him?" He looked at Wang Sheng's eyes and suddenly winced a little.

Wang Sheng now saw that this was just a little monk who had not been deeply involved in the world, he shook his head and stood up, "No. Pressed by the strange feeling that the other party was also Zhengjue Temple, Wang Sheng calmed down, he looked around, there was no one around, and this area was still in the wild.

He frowned slightly, "Senior brother, are you alone?" Why did the man arrest you before? ”

The little monk had not yet recovered from the image of seeing the cruel corpse, and he instinctively felt that it was the middle-aged man killed by Wang Sheng, and he was still a little frightened in his heart.

"Little, the little monk and the master and brothers were separated because of the attack, and the little monk was caught by that person and wanted to Yijin Jing, but I, I don't have Yijin Jing at all." Saying that, the little monk had a tendency to choke again.

Sure enough, he was alone, and it was in this wilderness.

"Senior brother and brother have a place to go."

The little monk said with a little hesitation: "Maybe the master will come to look for the little monk, if the senior brother is in a hurry, don't worry about the little monk, the little monk can be alone." The little monk was very smart and heard what Wang Sheng meant.

Wang Sheng really didn't want to take the little monk on the road, he didn't have much time left, even if he found the old demon of Montenegro in Shaolin, he didn't know how to rescue the locust tree demon grandmother from him, and now he was just taking one step at a time.

But the little monk was left alone in this wilderness, especially the crimson pincers that he had just seen that killed the middle-aged man, and there was no trace of it, and this place seemed to be very dangerous.

Moreover, his master and brother were also attacked, and they may not have survived.

After thinking about it, he looked at the little monk, "There is an official road three hundred miles away, where can I send you, your master and they may also be there." "After all, with the name of Zhengjue Temple, it still feels different, and it is nothing if you take this little monk along the way.

"Thank you, brother." The little monk didn't have much gratitude and excitement, he unconsciously glanced at the corpse that had been divided into two sections, and said a little scared: "But Master, if they can't find the little monk when they come back, they will be anxious." ”

It seems that because of that corpse, he became wary of Wang Sheng, a disciple of Buddhism.

Wang Sheng felt a little helpless.

And at this time, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Nie Xiaoqian staring at the little monk with a strange expression, as if he had noticed something, seeing that he was paying attention, Nie Xiaoqian smiled at him and didn't say anything.

Wang Sheng frowned and released his divine sense to scan the little monk from top to bottom, but he still couldn't see the slightest problem.

"You really have to wait here for your master." He asked.

The little monk nodded hesitantly.

Wang Sheng shook his head, others blindly refused, he couldn't force the little monk to take away.

But at this moment, the little monk suddenly shook his head vigorously, blinking his eyes as if he was about to fall asleep, and then he fell directly to the ground with a soft foot.

Wang Sheng stretched out his hand to help him, and found that the little monk's face was pale, and his eyes were closed and he had passed out.

He was frightened, and now he was slightly relieved and the exhaustion of his body was too much for him to resist. Nie Xiaoqian said softly.

Wang Sheng didn't reply, he helped the little monk up, and now it seems that he has to take the little monk with him.

He turned around and glanced at Nie Xiaoqian, Nie Xiaoqian sighed slightly, and consciously stepped forward.

Holding the little monk in his arms and Nie Xiaoqian in one hand, he disappeared in place.

With the two of them, he obviously felt a lot of difficulty, and it would take more True Qi to maintain the original speed of the Divine Foot Pass, but in order to save time, he still had no intention of reducing the speed.

And at the same time, he also kept scanning the little monk's whole body with his divine sense, he didn't forget Nie Xiaoqian's strange expression before, but after a few scans, he really couldn't see anything wrong with the little monk.

Could it be that he really thought too much, he brought the little monk not only because he was a disciple of Zhengjue Temple, but also wanted to see what secrets this little monk had.

He looked at Nie Xiaoqian and found that Nie Xiaoqian seemed to be used to being carried by him like this, with his eyes closed and his face calm.

After so many hours, Wang Sheng suddenly stopped, and a pergola appeared not far in front of him, with a few horses parked by the pergola, and several figures under the pergola drinking tea.

Wang Sheng squinted, it seemed that the official road was about to arrive, and the number of pedestrians was increasing, and this place no longer belonged to the wilderness.

"How about stopping and resting for a while, just in time to inquire about some news." Nie Xiaoqian opened her eyes and said suddenly.

Before he could reply, a neutral voice could already be heard from the pergola in the distance.

"Master who dares to ask where it is, it is better to rest here."

Wang Sheng's divine sense saw that it was a brocade-clothed boy who was talking, holding a folding fan in his hand, and at this time he stood up and arched his hands at him from afar.

Wang Sheng let go of Nie Xiaoqian's collar, clasped his hands together and said loudly: "The donor is very polite." With that, he walked to the pergola with Nie Xiaoqian.