Watson was about to reply, but he accidentally pulled the wound. He had to suppress the pain and replied respectfully: "Master has taken care of his disciple for many years, and this is what he should do."

After saying that, he poured the spiritual tea into the pot, and when the two of them were holding a cup of spiritual tea, they sighed secretly.

Then he said: "Uncle, my disciple originally planned to go to the abyss to continue practicing in three days. It seems that I was delayed by a few days."

The old monk with a white beard stretched out his hand to hold his heart, and explored it quietly. He was stunned and speechless for a moment.

I thought to myself that you are just a young man who has just broken through to the Golden Core Realm. How can you find the courage to fight against a group of Nascent Soul Realm killers?

"You are injured so badly. Don't think about anything else next. Have a good rest and take good care of your body. Then think about going to the abyss. It doesn't happen overnight."

Thinking about the scene that happened last night, the white-bearded old monk finally did not tell Watson the reason.

Instead, he said calmly: "Someone in the temple leaked the news about your coming down the mountain. Your master and I have already dealt with this matter. You don't need to ask any more questions. Just pretend that nothing happened."

Watson opened his mouth wide, but could not speak. He thought, I almost fell down on that long road, and you actually asked me to pretend that nothing happened?

Although I was thinking this in my heart, looking at the untroubled expression of the white-bearded old monk, I thought to myself, what could I do even if I knew it? Could it be possible that I could still stab someone with a knife?

This is Yunqi Temple after all. If you leave any matter to your master, it would be the best outcome.

So he sighed and said, "I originally wanted to come back from the mountain and practice sword practice in the canyon. Now it's better."

When Watson said that he wanted to practice swordsmanship, the white-bearded old monk suddenly became energetic. He gently stroked his long beard on his chin and said, "Why are you so anxious? I'll wait until you come back from the abyss next time before going."

Watson sighed helplessly, thinking that you are not in a hurry, but there are people under the abyss who are.

The white-bearded old monk took his arm, looked at it carefully and asked: "Does it still hurt? Do you want me to prepare some more elixir for you? Fortunately, your master found it early, otherwise I don't know what would have happened."

Watson shook his head and said: "My life is hard by nature, I just need to rest for a few days."

It was freezing outside, and the two of them stood by a fire and held a cup of hot tea, but they didn't feel the slightest bit of chill.

"I think it will continue to snow today. Do you want to ask the senior brother from the Zhaitang to bring you food tomorrow? I think it's best not to go out with you like this."

The white-bearded old monk lowered his head and took a sip of tea and said quietly.

Watson pointed at the sky outside the living room, shook his head and said, "No, I bought food from the mountain. In a few days, I might even move to the abyss."

"Everywhere is full of zombies and demons, aren't you afraid?" The white-bearded old monk thought about what Liao Chen said to him, and couldn't help but feel happy for Watson's courage.

"Don't be afraid. There are not always demonic zombies under the abyss. There is always a place for disciples to stay."

Watson thought about the valley at the bottom of the cliff where no sunlight could be seen, and couldn't help but sigh softly. He wondered if it would snow under the abyss on this windy and snowy day?

The white-bearded old monk drank three cups of spiritual tea and understood some of Watson's thoughts, but he was worried about what would happen next.

Looking at him, he asked quietly: "Now that you know who is behind these killers, how will you face them next? How will you navigate the world in the future?"

Watson smiled faintly when he heard this, touched the wound on his arm and said quietly: "Disciple, I am sitting at home. Misfortune comes from heaven. There are some things that don't belong to me, so I don't mind if I don't want them."

The white-bearded old monk did not expect Watson to be so decisive. He was stunned for a moment. After a while, he murmured to himself: "I'm afraid some things are not as good as you think."

"So what?"

Watson thought about the zombies under the abyss, and thought that if he didn't go, wouldn't the sub-demon under the abyss break out of the abyss and reappear in the world?

The wound on his left hand is probably not going to heal in ten and a half months, and there are other wounds on his body. It is obvious that he is now unable to face the wind and rain from this world.

Compared with the dangerous people in the world, he would rather face the devil under the abyss alone.

Thinking of this, Watson suddenly no longer wanted to stay in the small courtyard. Who knew if there was someone inside the temple? Now that he had bought enough food, he wanted to go see the young monk.

Seeing the old monk's frown, Watson smiled bitterly and said: "The good and the bad, I will deal with them one by one later and solve the immediate trouble first."

The white-bearded old monk shook his head and said in a solemn voice: "Before you enter the Nascent Soul, and before your formless Dharma Body enters the fifth level, don't go down the mountain again."

Watson laughed lightly. He was naturally afraid of death. Before his wings grew hard, he would not be able to lightly touch the ups and downs of the world.

He didn't dare to risk his own life, so he could only think of going back into the abyss.

Thinking of this, Watson thought for a while and replied: "The battlefield at the moment is under the abyss. The disciple will not leave the temple without solving the danger below."

"In this way, your master and I will feel relieved."

The white-bearded old monk clapped his hands, stood up and walked out. After thinking for a while, he said, "I guess your master will be very happy if he knows that you are going to make clothes for him."

After saying this, Hahaha grew louder, and pushed the door open and left without waiting for Watson to go out to see him off.

Watson did not expect that his uncle would leave just as soon as he said so, and really raise the internal troubles of Yunqi Temple, and then put them down gently, and he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

However, if he had seen the scene that happened outside the courtyard gate last night, he would not have such wild thoughts.

As the old monk with white beard said, the past is past, just treat it as if it never happened.

Just forget it.

When he was bored, he took out the spatial rings of yesterday's killers and piled them on the table and cleaned them one by one.

He has already thought about it, except for the elixir and gold and silver coins, he doesn't want anything else, not even these space rings. After cleaning them up, he throws them into the abyss.

He didn't want to be visited by the killer's companions one day because of the aura on a few space rings.

Although he did not go under the abyss during the days of recuperation, he was not idle either. He found a clump of purple bamboo on the back mountain and dug a few back. I planned to take it to the valley bottom under the abyss and plant it.

In his opinion, he was afraid that he would have to suffer under the abyss for many years, even decades.

In this case, he had to decorate the bottom of the abyss, and at least fence the stone flat with wooden boards, so that even if it snowed heavily, he would not be frozen.

Otherwise, the valley bottom would be too dead and there would be no scenery at all.

He didn't wait for a few days. On the third day since he came back from the mountain, the monks in the monks took the shopkeeper of the grocery store at the foot of the mountain to find Watson who was sitting in the living room reading.

Watson was stunned, looked at the shopkeeper and asked: "Shopkeeper, didn't you bring the master up to measure my master and uncle?"

The shopkeeper took out a big baggage and put it on a chair nearby. He smiled and said, "These are clothes custom-made by the young master. The master I brought with me went to the Buddhist hall to meet the abbot."

Watson nodded with satisfaction, poured a cup of hot tea to the shopkeeper, and said quietly: "In that case, please trouble yourself and make a few more sets for them according to the needs of the four seasons."

After speaking, he took out ten gold coins and put them on the table. Now that he no longer had to worry about ten cents, he naturally wanted to make some more clothes for his master.

Save yourself from diving into the abyss and not knowing when you will come back.

The shopkeeper silently put away the gold coins on the table, looked at him and said with a smile: "Young master is the most filial person I have ever seen. I must be very happy to be your master."

Watson shook his head and said softly: "You have never seen him worry about me."

Thinking about those days when I couldn't practice, if Master hadn't cared about me, I would have been unable to bear it long ago, so I gave up on practicing and went home to do business.

Looking at the falling snowflakes outside the living room in the distance, a sense of sadness gradually formed in my heart.

He decided to go under the abyss tomorrow because the time agreed with the young monk had already passed two days. Even if he was recovering from his injuries, he could go under the abyss again.

Watson has long lost the happiness that his peers have. Countless sufferings can make him stronger. After being attacked and killed in the mountains, he will only become stronger.

The shopkeeper in the grocery store collected the gold coins, drank two cups of spiritual tea, and left in a hurry. He was going to the Buddhist hall to meet the abbot.

Watson saw the guests off and closed the door of the small courtyard.

Right now, he doesn't want to see anyone except his master and uncle.

When he opened his bag and tried on the custom-made clothes, he realized that the shopkeeper had brought him several boxes of cakes. He thought, are you afraid that I won't bring you the elixir next time?

The clothes made of linen are strong. It seems that even if I fight zombies under the abyss, my clothes will not be ruined easily.

This time, I don't have the energy to fight against demons and zombies, but I can have time to ask the young monk for advice on the magic sword technique.

Except for the little monk under the abyss, I am afraid that no one in this world will know this magical swordsmanship again.

Obviously neither the master nor the uncle could do it. Thinking of this, he decided to pester the little monk to teach him before he left this world.

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Perhaps God sympathized with Watson who was seriously injured.

When he closed the door of the small courtyard and walked alone in the woods, the swirling wind and snow in the sky stopped instantly, and a rare warm winter sun appeared in the sky.

Looking at the sky, Watson sighed softly and said, "Thank you."

If the snow and wind were as strong as usual, it would probably take him two hours to reach the top of Wentian Peak.

In this way, half the time is saved.

Just as Watson was stepping on the thick snow and climbing the three thousand stone steps, Chen's voice came in his mind: "The wounds on your body haven't recovered yet, how can you rush to the abyss?"

Watson sighed after hearing this, and said with a long and bitter smile: "Master's disciples are afraid of death, and are afraid that someone will come to trouble me again. In this case, it is better to hide under the abyss to save worry."

When Liao Chen heard this, his chest felt like a needle pricked him, and he didn't reply for a long time. It wasn't until Watson climbed another 200 stone steps that he sighed heavily.

After thinking for a while, he said: "The secret service in the temple was already there the night you came back... It was my teacher's fault. I was not careful in employing people, and that's why you were attacked on the mountain road."

Li Xiuyuan was even more shocked when he heard this, as if there was a thunder above his head.

He never expected that there really was a killer inside Yunqi Temple, and that these guys had waited patiently for him for a whole autumn.

Until I come back from the abyss, until I quietly go down the mountain.

If someone hadn't been keeping an eye on his whereabouts, how would the killer at the foot of the mountain know his appearance and what day he would go down the mountain to the town?

But at this moment, he had already climbed halfway up the mountain, and he was too lazy to go back down the mountain.

Looking into the void, Watson shook his head and said quietly: "Disciple, go to the abyss and stay for a few more days. Maybe next time you come back, you can clear out the demons on the first level."

Liao Chen also knew that at this time, he was afraid that he would not be able to let Watson go down the mountain, so he had to order: "Have you brought enough food? How long do you plan to stay down there this time?"
Chapter completed!