Chapter 987: Poison Sutra

Chapter 987 Poison Sutra

Under the leadership of Master Chang Geng, everyone came to a pagoda that was several feet high, with a single floor and multiple eaves. At this time, an incense table had been placed in front of the pagoda, with an incense burner and some incense candles on it. Zhang ǎohuā followed Chang Geng. Master, I saluted and lit the incense candle, which was regarded as paying homage to Master Yuantian on behalf of Master Jingyi.

"ǎoDonor, if you have any wishes, you can also pray here. Maybe Master Yuantian can hear your wish in the Western Paradise."

"Oh?" Zhang ǎohuā raised his eyebrows, looked at Meng beside him, clasped his hands together, prayed silently in his heart for a moment, and then stood up.

Zhuzhu Island Novel www.; After paying homage to Master Yuantian, Zhang ǎohuā looked up at the huge Guiyuan Tower in the distance and wanted to take a look, but Master Chang Geng turned a deaf ear to Zhang ǎohuā’s behavior and said with a smile: "ǎo Donor, the official duties of the church are over. If you have some free time, you can stay in my temple for a few days and listen to the Dharma..."

"No, Master, I have no business anymore, but there are still some trivial matters. Thank you for the convenience, Master. I will never forget it."

"Disciple, thank you Master for your grace." Meng also thanked him from the side.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Master Chang Geng waved his hand and said to Meng: "The rules of that temple passed down from ancient times are a bit slow to treat Zixia's benefactor. Even the temple gatekeepers didn't even set foot in the temple. They just lingered outside the temple. I hope the benefactor won't ask for it. "blame"

"How dare you?" Meng replied quickly.

"The poor monk still has some things to do and needs to go to Guiyuan Pagoda, so I'll see him off not too far away." As he said that, Master Chang Geng took out a few yù bottles from his arms and said, "These are the Great Return Pills secretly made by me at Dalin Temple." Huandan has miraculous effects on healing wounds. I promised the donor earlier, so I also ask the donor to accept it."

"Haha" Zhang ǎohuā said with a smile: "Master is indeed a believer. In this case, ǎozi will not be polite."

"Haha, why are you so polite? I know that your Incense Sect also has holy medicine for healing, and the efficacy may not be worse than these..."

Zhang ǎohuā slapped his forehead and said: "Master said so, ǎozi is rude. Senior Sister Zixia..."

The dream suddenly dawned, and he took out a bottle of Yù Huan Dan from his arms, handed it to Master Chang Geng and said: "This is the Yù Huan Dan used in my sect. When this disciple comes out this time, the teacher's gift is limited, so I hope Master will accept it."

Master Chang Geng accepted it politely and said: "Your teaching Yu Huan Dan and our temple's Da Huan Dan are both sacred elixirs for healing. Although they are not the same, they have the same purpose and the same effect. If they are taken together, the effect will be half achieved." Double the work.

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As he said that, he took out a thin booklet from his arms and said: "This is a book I got when I was young and traveling around the world..."The Book of Poison", which contains all the vicious Dharma. , and violent poisons, which are contrary to the compassion of my temple. I have always wanted to destroy them, but the contents contained in them are extremely classic, and if those things are used properly, they can also be life-saving things, so I have never been able to destroy them. A more appropriate method is to see that the benefactor has a kind heart and wants to give this poison sutra to me. I hope that the benefactor will be kind-hearted and never use poison without permission."

With that said, he handed the "Poison Sutra" to Meng, and added: "Please also ask the donor to swear that this Poison Sutra will never be used on my disciples of Dalin Temple in the future."

Meng frowned slightly, just wanting to refuse.

Zhang ǎohuā glared at her and said to himself: "I gave you everything, why should I refuse? Just think of it as the replacement of the yùhuandan."

Seeing Zhang ǎohuā's eyes, Meng accepted the "Poison Sutra" and swore an oath.

"Very good." Master Chang Geng clasped his palms together and said, "I won't send the two benefactors away. Let's meet again at the martial arts conference on Yixiang Peak."

Zhangǎohuā and Meng also gave farewell greetings.

Accompanied by several monks behind him, he returned to the temple gate of Dalin Temple. At this time, Monk Nakong Chan had been waiting for a long time and said with a smile: "The abbot ordered me to send the two donors to the poor monk."

"Very good, very good." Zhang ǎohuā cupped his hands, tidied them up, led Si Xiang and Meng Ye, led the big white horse, and left Dalin Temple with Monk Kong Chan. When they were sent to the front of the mountain, Kong Chan said with a smile: "Send you a thousand miles away. There is a final farewell. Donor, I am very happy to meet an opponent like you. I still need to practice more. I hope I can fight with Donor again in the martial arts competition."

"Goodbye." Zhangǎohuā waved his hand: "The martial arts competition is a matter for the leader of Yixiang Peak. I am just a disciple who protects the law. Even if something happens, Senior Sister Mo Yugong will come forward, but it has nothing to do with me."

"Hehe, of course, if Senior Brother Kongchan has itchy hands, we can still spar for a while."

"Hahaha, let the donor feel happy, that's it."

The two high-fived each other and said goodbye.

"Hey, dear, what are the things recorded in this "Poison Sutra"?"

The rising sun exudes warmth. On a wide official road, Zhangǎohuā rides Si unlike, holding the thin booklet in his hand, shouting and reading, while Meng next to him is riding a white horse, with the corners of his mouth pursed. He smiled and looked at Zhang ǎohuā quietly.

"Really, Meng, don't you take a look? How to use poisonous insects, how to pick poisonous weeds, well, there are also medicines that make people fake death... Tsk tsk, if you don't look, you really can't believe that there are so many magical things. , People can’t live without dying.”

"Huh? There are also poisons that control people's minds? How..." Zhang ǎohuā looked through it, and suddenly felt that this thing was somewhat similar to something he got from Master Jinggang's yù slip.

Meng shook his head and said: "That monk Chang Geng is a little strange. I can't see what he is thinking. Since you can trust me and give me the "Poison Sutra", why do you have to make me swear any poisonous oaths? If I poison the monks of Dalin Temple, then the poisonous What if I swear? Besides, if I poison him, do I have to ask him if he is a monk from Dalin Temple?"

"He didn't say that this Poison Sutra cannot be given to others. I will give you the Poison Sutra without reading a single word. Even if I poison the monks of Dalin Temple, I will not break my oath. You should not rape me." "

"Hehe, no wonder you specifically stated in your oath that you would use the methods in the "Poison Sutra" to poison the monks of Dalin Temple in order to fulfill the oath. It turned out that you had such thoughts. I admire you, I admire you."

"You admire me," Meng scolded, and jumped onto Si Xiang's back. He pinched Zhang ǎohuā's ears with one hand and said, "Anyway, I'm by your side. Whoever poisons me, with your protection, if I want to kill him, Monk of the Lin Temple, you just used the methods in the Poison Sutra. I didn’t take any action, and you didn’t swear an oath, so it doesn’t count as a breach of oath.”

"My wife is smart." Zhang ǎohuā nodded slightly.

Before he could lower his head, "Oh, please be gentler," Zhang ǎohuā shouted again.

I saw Meng exerting force on her hands, blushing and saying, "Who is your mother and son? I...when did I agree?"

"Dizzy, my hand is pulled, who else do you want to marry?" Zhang ǎohuā suddenly turned his head and broke away from Meng's ǎo hand and said, "Is there anyone in the world who is more handsome and powerful than me...? "

Meng blushed at first, and then covered her mouth, almost falling down. She opened her eyes quickly and quickly grabbed Meng's waist with her hands, put her in front of her, and hugged Meng's waist with her hands, a look of happiness on her face.

Meng also closed her eyes slightly, enjoying the tenderness of this moment.

When there was the faint sound of horse hooves in the distance, Meng broke away and whispered: "ǎohuā, I... let's turn around, I... I always have an uneasy feeling... This Yixia Town... we don't It doesn’t matter, as long as you stay with me... Even if I can’t find my relatives and don’t know my life experience... what’s the big deal?”

Looking at Meng's sad and decisive eyes, Zhang ǎohuā felt a pain in his heart. He took Meng's ǎo hand and said, "Everyone has a family, and fallen leaves must return to their roots. If you don't know your life experience, wouldn't you be restless in your life?" ? Besides... if you want to be my wife... don't you have to marry me with a matchmaker? If you still have family in this world, isn't it just to let them know and make them happy? "

"Who said I wanted to marry you?" Meng's earlobes turned red from shyness.

"So, we must go to Yixia Town, and we must go to several places on this list. We must make things clear. This can be considered the first thing I do for you."

"ǎohuā, you... you are so kind," Meng Han said affectionately.

"Hehe, you know I'm well, but... you still don't feel good?" Zhang ǎohuā said with a shy face.

"You..." Meng rolled her eyes at him, and then looked around. There seemed to be no one on the mountain road. She just put her mouth towards Zhangǎohuā's face, and suddenly there was the gentle sound of horse hooves. Meng was shocked. He immediately dodged away, his face seemed to be dripping with blood, and he jumped back to the white horse.

"There are so many annoying people in this world," Zhang ǎohuā sighed, looking at Meng's lips reluctantly, cursing the unseen visitor ten thousand times in his heart.

The person coming from behind the mountain road was still far away, and it took him half a cup of tea to catch up from behind. Zhangǎohuā didn’t bother to look back, he just circled Si unlike and moved the pipe out of the way.

However, there are always annoying things about annoying people, and you can't avoid them even if you want to.

The visitors were a group of seven or eight young men in their early twenties. They were all dressed up and brightly dressed. There were even a few wearing bead-like things on their temples, which was really puzzling. Is this male or female?

Those people passed by on horseback, kicking up a lot of dust, which made Meng frown slightly.

Just as they were passing each other, one of the men turned around occasionally and saw the dream beside the road and the strange appearance of Zhang ǎohuā sitting down. When he saw Zhang ǎohuā’s face, he smiled and shouted Said: "Brothers, let's take a look, these are two young children who have just emerged from the world."

"Eh? Really?" Everyone yelled, reining in the horses they were riding, and shouted: "I haven't had fun for a long time. What a delicious dish to serve."

With that said, everyone circled the horses and dispersed to stop Zhangǎohuā and Meng.

Zhang ǎohuā was impatient at first and felt that these people were ruining his good deeds. Seeing this, he had a look of panic on his face, but he was sneering in his heart.

"Hey, Master ǎo, which sect is from this disciple?" the disciple who saw Zhang ǎohuā earlier shouted.

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