"I'm sorry for the donor, Amitabha, but Master Yixin is in retreat and won't be released until 7,749 days have passed."
The young monk clasped his hands and replied seriously.
The corners of Li Zhige's mouth curved slightly, and there was a bit of dismay on his dark face, "Thank you very much, then I'll go and fulfill your wish."
"Donor please," the young monk said respectfully.
"Mother, Master Yixin is an eminent monk who rarely sees outsiders.
I'm afraid."
Wu Shan looked at Li Zhige, who had a dark face at the moment, and was slightly stunned.
"Why are you afraid that he won't see me?
I can go see him."
Li Zhige groped his way into the Zen courtyard of the temple.
"Wait for me outside.
It will be done soon."
After running briskly for a while, I proudly looked up at the reddish-brown plaque above: "Yixin Zen Temple, it's right here."
That's what the ancients were good at.
They could write clearly without asking for directions.
Slowly pushing open the door of the monastery, a few black figures blocked the way ahead like lightning.
They were all dressed in black, with their faces covered and their hair tied up.
The sharp swords in their hands gave off a terrifying sword shadow under the sunlight.
Leng Su's murderous aura rushed towards his face.
"Who is it?"
The man in black looked up and down at the strange black-faced man who suddenly broke in at this moment, and asked coldly.
"Who are you?"
Li Zhige reacted as quickly as possible and took a few steps back, ready to fight at any time.
Her intuition told her that these people were definitely not ordinary people.
"If nothing happens, leave as soon as possible," the man in black in the lead ordered to Li Zhige, as if he were a high-ranking emperor.
"Stop talking nonsense and get out of the way."
Li Zhige looked around at the men in black with vigilance, and slowly moved his hands forward.
"Ah" a scream pierced the sky, and the heartbreaking pain seemed to spread to everyone. , and then everyone disappeared in front of them like air.
Li Zhige took steps forward full of doubts and slowly approached the monastery.
Through the window, screams could be heard one after another, making people feel breathless.
"Could it be Master Yixin?"
Li Zhige had a bad thought in his mind and suddenly kicked open the closed door and rushed into the room.
Looking around, the ordinary Zen room was filled with a strong fragrance of Dragon Banquet, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly in the silence.
The air around seemed to be frozen, and it was so cold that it was suffocating.
Li Zhige clenched the dagger in his hand and took a slight step forward.
The cold question rang in his ears: "Who are you?"
The magnetic voice was cold and without any warmth, making people feel like they were in the twelfth lunar month of winter.
Li Zhige was shocked.
She didn't realize that there was anyone in the room.
However, the scream just now did come from this room.
She didn't notice it just now, which only means that the person was well hidden.
Quickly looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a young man sitting on a snow-white futon in the center of the room.
His face was carved from white jade, making the scorching sun in the sky eclipse it.
On his snow-white embroidered robe, a corner of Embroidered with exquisite dark flowers, it is majestic.
Her long black hair was gently tied with a white jade hairpin, and her black eyes were bottomless like obsidian.
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Between his handsome brows is a look of righteousness, Tsinghua University, cold and domineering.
Li Zhige's mind flashed, and he couldn't help but sigh, how powerful he was.
Although he was just sitting here quietly, he carried an arrogant demeanor, as if a god had descended, making people dare not look directly at him.
Suddenly, the man's face turned horribly pale, with large beads of cold sweat gathering on his forehead.
He clenched his hands into fists and pulled his hair tightly.
His dark eyes flashed with cold light, as if he was suffering from great pain.
Li Zhige was startled suddenly and regained consciousness.
The inertia of her profession made her take another step closer.
The man suddenly raised his head and looked at Li Zhige, his obsidian eyes flashing with strong alertness and vigilance.
The hands holding his head were clenched into fists, the veins on the back of his hands protruded, and the joints made a crackling sound.
And the men in black who had disappeared in an instant saw the situation inside through the wide open door.
Their sharp and solemn eyes were actually flashing with deep fear, and they ignored Li Zhige in the room, as if leaving a string.
He flew away from the hut in an instant like an arrow "Bata, bata, bah" The sweat on the man's forehead fell on the futon beside him, quickly printing dark yellow circles of different shades, and the vigilance and alertness in the man's deep eyes continued unabated, and he was even a little confused. .
"I am a doctor."
Li Zhige frowned slightly and quietly put away the dagger in his hand.
His clear eyes were like the high sun in autumn.
"If you believe me, I can help you."
The man was slightly startled, his eyebrows suddenly tightened, his expression blurred, and a murderous sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Kill" In an instant, a shadow flew in front of him, attacking Li Zhige who was standing there with a strong murderous intent.
In an instant, a long sword flew out The cold light is like lightning, roaring in The man's confused look suddenly became clear.
The long sword in his hand suddenly changed direction and stabbed the wall on the other side.
The sword fell to the ground with a thud, and the man leaned on the corner of the wall with difficulty, breathing heavily and dripping wet from his head.
The cold sweat was enough to tell how much pain he was in at the moment.
He slowly turned sideways, his eyes were as dark as the sea, his teeth were biting his thin lips tightly, and a slightly hoarse magnetic voice came out: "Let's go quickly."
Li Zhige was slightly startled, then calmly bent down and picked up the long sword that had fallen aside.
The blade of the sword sank into the flesh and blood of his left hand, and the scarlet blood dripped down his snowy wrist and Li Zhige's pure black clothes onto his toes, like blooming red flowers.
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