The arrows pierced through the rain curtain and hit the monks not far away.
The sound of swords clashing between teams of soldiers on the wall spread to the inner city. When the assembled troops opened the city gates, the black masses of victims outside protected the charred scholar on the ground, forming a human wall to block the way, their teeth chattering incessantly, stubbornly refusing to move an even an inch.
"Don't come near sir!"
The five monks on the opposite side held their red-headed short staffs, not knowing whether to go forward or retreat, and just stood there in a stalemate.
"You...you..."
Zhu Ziyi covered his face with his hands covered by blood flowing from his fingers. He walked over in a panic, looking at these disaster victims who were scared but refused to leave. He felt indescribably complicated in his heart.
"Mr. Ying—"
The city gate slowly opened, and the fat prefect and his soldiers rushed out. Amidst the shouting, Monk Fajing, who was far away in the southwest of the city, broke free from the circle of fire in the heavy rain and ran towards this side.
"Friend Lu!!!"
The fat on his face was shaking and his narrow eyes were wide open, as if King Kong was alive.
Zhu Ziyi gritted his teeth and glanced over there, his mind weighing the options over and over again like lightning, before he managed to squeeze out a sentence with difficulty.
"Let's go."
He swung his magic sword, led his monks who had retreated, and using the magic of lightness, quickly disappeared into the night. The dozen or so monks who followed him sighed unwillingly, followed him and fled in panic.
soon.
Outside the victims, teams of soldiers cleared the way and separated the crowd, with the fat prefect in the lead bowing.
"My fellow villagers, it has rained, the drought is over, and food will soon be available. Please do not attack the city again."
Beside him, there were generals from the city holding down the hilts of their swords, carefully guarding their surroundings.
Among the victims, an old man walked out slowly with a stick, raised his hands and whispered to the prefect in front of him:
"Sir, let's not talk about whether there is food in the city for now. You should take the gentleman back to the city and ask the doctor to take a look."
When people around heard this, many nodded, and some even cried.
"Yes, take this gentleman to the city!" "Yes, stop making polite remarks."
"The gentleman was struck by lightning, he is a good man... Prefect, please take him to the city and find the best doctor in the city..."
The fat prefect wiped the water stains off his face, pursed his thick lips, and bowed to thank the victims around him.
"I congratulate the people of Liangzhou, they are all grateful people."
After saying that, he ordered the soldiers to lift the figure on the ground in front. Sun Yingxian, who had already come over, did not let the soldiers touch him. He quickly pressed several acupoints on the charred body with his fingers, picked up Lu Liangsheng, and ran towards the city gate.
"Quick, clear the way ahead!"
Upon seeing this, the fat prefect waved to the soldiers, held up a paper umbrella to cover the scholar and the Taoist's heads, and ran behind them, panting.
Nie Honglian led the old donkey, picked up the drowsy Master Toad on the ground, and hurried into the city together.
The rain line connects heaven and earth.
The fat monk stood in the rain, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, looked at the team entering the city, and bowed to the Buddha from afar.
He still has a lot of things to do in the northwest.
…
The water on the street splashed away, and Sun Yingxian, who had been running all the way, was led to the government office by a mounted soldier. After entering the backyard, he hurriedly put the scholar on his back on the bed. The fat prefect came in breathlessly and was driven out by him.
"The doctor can't cure it, so don't come in and make trouble."
“Yes, yes.”
When the fat magistrate saw the door closed, he ran to the window and shouted on tiptoe.
"Master, please make sure to cure the gentleman."
Inside the house, the light was warm yellow. Lu Liangsheng lay motionless on the bed with his eyes closed. His clothes were charred and turned to ashes at the touch of a finger.
Hong Lian sat at the head of the bed, covering her mouth and sobbing quietly.
The scholar's naked skin was burnt black, several fingers on his right hand were fused together, and most of his body was charcoal-like. Only a trace of breath remained in his chest. Sun Yingxian used Taoist magic to light the Seven-Star Life-Extending Lamp and connected herself to the scholar.
"There must be salvation, there must be salvation..."
The Taoist's cultivation was low, and he was not in a position to repair injuries of this severity. He took out a Taoist book and flipped through it frantically by candlelight, turning his head from time to time to look at the flickering light.
"Don't destroy it..."
He stopped and shouted at the Toad Taoist who was sitting on the table, "Old Toad, aren't you very capable? Think of a way, your apprentice is going to die."
The Toad Taoist slowly opened his eyelids.
"This old man... has been thinking about it all the time."
Heavenly thunder is a great calamity, and is even more deadly to demon cultivators. Although he was not the target of that thunder calamity, he was also affected to a certain extent. At this time, the demon power that had been restored to some extent was still moving.
Toad was silent for a moment, slowly stood up from the table, and asked the female ghost to take him to the bed. He looked at his apprentice with a dark face and closed eyes, and sighed.
"If I had known you were like this, I wouldn't have taught you all those words about humanity and conscience."
"What time is it? You are still saying these useless things!" The Taoist was so anxious that he wanted to pinch him with his hands.
The Toad Taoist waved his webbed feet and said, "I know, you don't need to urge me."
After saying this, he looked at the flickering light, and suddenly the toad's mouth opened and the frog's webbed feet stretched out, startling Hong Lian and the Taoist priest next to him.
"What are you doing, old toad?!"
"Master Toad, you..."
The next moment, a gurgling sound came from the Toad Taoist's stomach, and almost the entire arm that had been inserted into his mouth slowly withdrew. In the frog's web was a bright red bead, surrounded by mist.
The Taoist could naturally tell what it was.
"Old Toad, where did you get the demon pill?"
The Toad Taoist held the magic pill and climbed onto Lu Liangsheng's abdomen. He glanced at the Taoist with cold eyes, as if this was the expression he should have.
"Inside one of the two foxes that broke into Zhou's mansion."
He turned his gaze back to look at his disciple who had a very weak breath, slowly raised his frog flippers, and lifted the magic pill into the air.
"If you use normal methods to save someone from being struck by lightning, you can't do anything. Using this demon pill, you may be able to save your life for three to five years, but I'm afraid your cultivation will be wasted."
With a low voice, the demon pill slowly descended to Lu Liangsheng's abdomen. The Toad Taoist rubbed his flippers on it, and the original beads turned into several streams of smoke and entered the scholar's body.
At the head of the bed, the seven-star life-extending lamp that had been flickering suddenly became brighter.
"Well, my life is saved..."
The Toad Taoist priest seemed to have fallen into a water tank. He was covered in sweat and staggered down. He walked weakly to the pillow, lay down and closed his eyes.
“… I just hope this silly disciple can accept the fact that he is half-demon.”
The Taoist looked at Lu Liangsheng, then at the toad, and asked in a low voice:
"Are there any other bad things?"
"Yes, it may have some impact on his original character."
After answering this, Toad Taoist stopped talking and fell into a deep sleep.
The window lattice was dim and the atmosphere was depressing. Sun Yingxian was sitting on the floor leaning against the headboard of the bed. Nie Honglian was still sitting at the headboard, guarding the scholar, never leaving his side, and singing softly, hoping to ease his pain.
Next second.
The toad that was originally sleeping suddenly opened its eyes and jumped up.
"I almost forgot one thing!"
A sudden voice spoke up, and the Taoist who was half asleep was so frightened that he hit his head on the edge of the bed with a bang, and then he saw the Toad Taoist slap his forehead.
"Does this old man's foolish disciple count as having survived a heavenly tribulation?!"
"Old Toad, are you saying that it wasn't a punishment from heaven at all, but a thunderbolt from heaven to help me overcome the tribulation?"
Sun Yingxian opened her mouth slightly, stood there in amazement, her Adam's apple rolling, unable to utter a word.
The foundation-building stage transcends tribulation... Who the hell would believe this? !