Although the two lives were separated by more than twenty years, Meng Xiuyuan still remembers the events of the little Gesang family.

Seeing that Maharaja Maharaja was sweating profusely, his face was pale, and he looked like he could not hold on, Meng Xiuyuan still started from the beginning and told him the story in detail bit by bit.

“When I first met the Gesang family, they were living in very difficult circumstances.

Her father, Tashi, and her mother, Yangjin, were both serfs. They gave birth to a son and a daughter, but they did not have enough to eat every day.

But even so, their family still feels very lucky and respects you Tantric masters very much.

Because they feel that their family can live peacefully because of your protection..."

Jiumozhi heard Meng Xiuyuan's tone and felt that something was going to happen.

As the national master of the Tubo Kingdom, although he spent most of his time quietly practicing Buddhism and martial arts in Dalun Temple, he still knew very well about the lives of ordinary serfs.

Considering Meng Xiuyuan's character of being jealous of evil, Jiumozhi naturally guessed that it was the Kelsang family who had been bullied, which made Meng Xiuyuan want to take revenge.

"Mr. Meng, I already understand what you are talking about.

You only need to explain the simple information about this Galsang girl and her family. After I, the young monk, return to Tibet, I will definitely send someone to provide justice for them and eliminate their suffering.

The young monk is the Tubo State Master, so his words still have some weight.

If I say anything, my family will have no worries and live in peace and contentment in this life..."

Jiumozhi was anxious and spoke much faster than before. He only hoped that Meng Xiuyuan would help quickly.

But after Meng Xiuyuan heard this, he just shook his head and said calmly:

"King Ming, don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet."

When Jiumozhi saw this, although he cursed Meng Xiuyuan in his heart, he did not dare to show any expression on his face. He could only forcefully smile and said, "Young monk, I am rude, Mr. Meng, please speak up," and then continued to try his best to endure.

Meng Xiuyuan smiled slightly and continued:

"When I met little Gesang, she was only thirteen or fourteen years old. She was fair and beautiful, and was very different from ordinary girls on the plateau.

Unfortunately, he has one problem: he was born mute.

When his parents saw that I was good at martial arts, they thought I could cure diseases and begged me to stay and save their daughter.

The family was very kind and the girl was pitiful. I felt it was hard to refuse, so I had to agree.

Who knows, this stay will last for several months..."

Meng Xiuyuan spoke slowly while recalling, with a dull expression. But when Jiumozhi listened, he felt a slight chill inexplicably.

He keenly felt that something was wrong. After all, Meng Xiuyuan was not a talkative person. After talking so much, it was obvious that the matter was not simple.

Sure enough, Meng Xiuyuan quickly changed the subject, and his voice became a bit colder:

"Until one day, when I came back from practicing Qigong, I saw that her house was in a mess.

Not only were the male and female owners of the family beaten with bruises all over their bodies, but the little girl Gesang was also missing.

I asked them where Kelsang was kidnapped, but they didn't dare to say a word.

But when they heard the sound of drums coming from the distant lamasery, they cried even more sadly..."

When Meng Xiuyuan said this, Jiumozhi immediately felt thunder in his heart and his body trembled violently.

As a tantric master, he naturally understands these things. Although he is immersed in Buddhism and martial arts, the Dalun Temple in Daxue Mountain that he is in charge of does not involve these things, but he can guess it after hearing what Meng Xiuyuan said.

The reason why.

"Mr. Meng, this..."

When Jiumozhi raised his head, he saw Meng Xiuyuan looking at him with burning eyes, and for a moment he didn't know how to speak.

Not to mention Mr. Meng in front of him, even he himself couldn't help but frown secretly when he thought about such a thing. It was really difficult for him to explain it in words.

"Okay, Prince Ming, let's finish this.

Farewell..."

Meng Xiuyuan did not hesitate and turned around to leave.

"Wait a moment!

"

When Jiumozhi saw Meng Xiuyuan was about to leave, he immediately jumped up from the couch and landed at the door like a big bird, blocking Meng Xiuyuan's way. He covered his chest with his right hand, his face was painful, and he glared at Meng Xiuyuan with red eyes.

"Mr. Meng, what you said has nothing to do with this young monk.

How can you blame me for other people's wrongdoings and refuse to save them?!"

At the moment of life and death, Jiumozhi no longer cares about the master's demeanor. He knows that as long as Meng Xiuyuan walks out of this door, he may not be able to see the sun tomorrow morning.

When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, he didn't blame Jiumozhi for being rude. He just smiled slightly and asked him:

"King Ming, once I tell you this story, you will understand the reason.

Obviously you have always known about these dirty things in Tantric Buddhism.

If that's the case, what have you done for it?

Why didn't you save me even though you were about to die?"

When Jiumozhi heard what Meng Xiuyuan said, his expression was startled, and he was immediately speechless and could not say another word.

Meng Xiu saw that he was like this, so he didn't say much, walked straight past him, opened the door and wanted to leave.

But unexpectedly, he suddenly heard a loud "bang bang bang" sound. Looking along the sound, he saw Jiumozhi suddenly acting crazy, punching and kicking randomly, hitting the house with such force that the bricks, earth and wood chips were scattered everywhere.

a mess.

"I'm not wrong! What's wrong with me?!

Anyway, I won’t survive today, Meng Xiuyuan, I’m not afraid of you anymore!”

During the roar, Jiumozhi struck out at Meng Xiuyuan, but his fists and kicks obviously had no control. He just kicked and hit randomly. One moment he was extremely powerful, and the next moment he had no strength at all in his fists and feet.

Meng Xiuyuan could tell at a glance that the Great Wheel Ming King had gone crazy, confused and lost his normal state. So he didn't want to argue with him, so he just stretched out his hand to push and push, using the gentle strength of Tai Chi to push Jiumozhi to the ground.

He pushed it back and fell into a pile of broken bricks and wood.

Jiumozhi's mind was already in a state of confusion at this time, and the inner breath that he had tried so hard to control naturally lost its restraints. In an instant, it surged like a tide, conflicting and swirling in various meridians and acupuncture points, making it difficult to control.

He was about to get up and fight Meng Xiuyuan again, but he suddenly felt severe pain all over his body, and his insides couldn't help but swell. It seemed that his head, chest, and belly were all expanding outwards, and his whole body was about to be exploded to pieces.

For a moment, a wave of severe pain hit him, causing the formerly mighty Maharin King to fall to the ground and stretch out his hands to scratch, groaning in pain.

Such a big movement in the house naturally attracted attention, and soon several majestic Tubo warriors rushed in:

"Prince Ming, what's wrong with you?!"

These warriors also knew that Jiumozhi had been in a bad state recently, and they invited Meng Xiuyuan tonight to heal his wounds. So when they saw Jiumozhi in such a miserable state, they did not suspect that Meng Xiuyuan was responsible. They just hurriedly stepped forward to kill Jiumozhi.

Help up.

Unexpectedly, as soon as their hands touched each other, Jiumozhi suddenly let out a painful cry of "Ah!" and waved his fists and palms wildly, forcing all of them away.

"No, don't skin me!"

At this time, Jiumozhi's internal energy was flowing violently, and it was running rampant between the skin tissues. When a few Tubo warriors touched his hands, the energy was stimulated, and he felt a pain as if his skin was being peeled off.

He was deeply possessed, and he was obsessed with the story Meng Xiuyuan just told. He saw several dark figures walking towards him, and his mind was full of illusions. So in an instant, he felt that he had become the man tied to the tree.

People on the rack for slaughter.

"Please, please let me go, let me go..." Jiumozhi cried out sadly, his face full of fear.

These Tibetan warriors had always respected Jiumozhi as gods. Seeing this scene, they all panicked and had to retreat far away. However, there was no good solution for that moment.

Meng Xiuyuan on the side also shook his head repeatedly, saying that it was really disappointing that Dalun Mingwang, who cared about appearance the most, would have such a day.

Considering the reason, Meng Xiuyuan felt that Jiumozhi was so possessed by the madness at this time that perhaps it was the reason why he seriously injured him with a palm in the Shaolin Temple.

Therefore, Meng Xiuyuan did not want to see him looking so miserable, so he immediately stepped forward and touched his acupuncture points with his hand.

"you……"

Jiumozhi only had time to utter one word before Meng Xiuyuan grabbed the "Quchi point" on his arm, and the surging internal energy in his body suddenly collapsed.

This Great Wheel Ming King originally had a very solid foundation of internal strength and condensed his true energy. Unfortunately, he was still much weaker than Meng Xiuyuan. He was sucked in by the "Beiming Divine Art" and had no resistance at all. He didn't wait for a moment, but decades of skill

It was all gone, and he passed out immediately.

…

After a long time, when Jiumozhi woke up again, he saw that the morning light had dimly lit up outside the house, and Meng Xiuyuan was sitting cross-legged on a chair not far from him, closing his eyes and doing his exercises.

After a lot of trouble last night, the tables, chairs, beds, doors, windows and floor tiles in this house were all damaged, and I gradually remembered what happened before.

After a while, he tried to guess his luck again and realized that decades of hard work had been wasted. The emotions in his heart were complicated and unspeakable for a while.

He was originally a man of great wisdom and wisdom. He was taught by an excellent master and had a very profound Buddhist practice. However, because he practiced martial arts, his desire to win became more and more intense and his devotion to the Buddha became less and less, which led to his current disaster.

By this time, all his life's pursuits had come to naught, and there would be no chance of reaching the pinnacle of martial arts. Jiumozhi originally thought that he would be sad and angry, so that he would be as impulsive and crazy as he was last night.

Just outside the broken door, a cold morning breeze came into the house. Jiumozhi lay in the dust, but he only felt peaceful in his heart.

At this moment, Jiumozhi used all his efforts to eliminate it, and the Buddha's heart that had been covered in dust for decades became bright again.
To be continued...