Li Haoran stood up solemnly and said seriously: "Master Tianming, the heroic reputation is always there, and I have admired it for a long time. Shaolin is truly the Taishan Beidou in the northern part of the martial arts world. He is in the occupied areas, but he does not forget the great shame of the country. He is a model of the martial arts world. People with aspirations in the martial arts world know what you do, but for the safety of Shaolin Temple, everyone has not made any statement. Since I use it, I should do my best to do my best."

Shaolin Temple is located in the Mongolian-occupied area. They dare not help the Song Dynasty as unscrupulously as the Beggars' Sect, but they gave some important information secretly to the Beggars' Sect. [bsp;   Now the Han people in the world are rumored that the Beggars' Sect is chivalrous and kind, but they cursed the thousand-year-old ancient temple of Shaolin. Although the Shaolin monks didn't care about those, they were unhappy when they were misunderstood so much that they felt unhappy.

Li Haoran's words truly talked about the grievances in the hearts of the monks. Now, some people finally understand Shaolin's painstaking efforts. Everyone here recites the Buddha's name lightly, feeling that they are recognized.

Master Tianjie's eyebrows trembled, and his heart was obviously extremely uneasy. He stared at Li Haoran without saying a word. After a long time, he bowed deeply. This was his fair words on behalf of the entire Shaolin Temple for thanking Li Haoran.

Li Haoran did not hide because he knew that Shaolin Temple had been waiting since the fall of the north, waiting for the understanding of his fellow martial arts. Although decades have passed, they finally came to this day.

Master Tianjie said: "Li Daxia, you are not outsiders. All of our Shaolin Temple are strong martial arts men. Many people died in Shaolin Temple, but we dare not come forward, so their bodies were chopped by the brutal Mongolians and used to feed dogs and eagles."

He looked excited and roared, "That's people. They are all heroes of our Han people! So I hate, I hate the incompetence of the Zhao royal family, and I even hate all those who don't understand us. In Shaolin Temple, many disciples are orphans in the war. I believe that in the future, they will continue to join the anti-Mongol team, and we useless old people can only watch them die. We taught one person to send away one and one after another, but they did not care about it even though they knew they were dead. Li Daxia, to be fair, are we Shaolin traitors of the Han people?"

Li Haoran and Yang Guo were stunned at first, and then sighed!

Later, both of them couldn't help but shed tears. Li Haoran knelt in front of the Buddha statue excitedly and shouted loudly: "Heroes, you have suffered. I, Li Haoran, have sinned against you on behalf of the ignorant people. But I hope the heroes will ascend to the Pure Land soon and have peace of mind soon."

Yang Guo was even more full of grief and anger, indescribable anger, confusion and shame, while Duan Susu and other four women, Shi Qing and others were already in tears and extremely sad.

Li Haoran kowtowed a few times. At this moment, his blood was boiling, and a poem appeared repeatedly in his mind. Regardless of the surprised gaze of the Shaolin monk, he pulled off the golden curtain in front of the Buddha statue with force. He felt that he should do something for the deceased.

Li Haoran spread the yellow silk on the ground, cut the blood vessels of his right hand with his left hand, used his hand instead of pen, and replaced ink with blood, and wrote quickly. He wrote in a hurry.

After turning his actions, he shocked all the monks and the Master Tianming who was Wubo of Gujing. He took a few steps forward and whispered: "Good poems, good words!"

The heavenly tribulation took a few steps forward, but I saw the yellow silk and silk characters like falling stones, the paintings like summer clouds, the hooks like crooked gold, the spears like crossbows, and the straits like swords, and the momentum was magnificent. He said loudly: "What is the intention of dying the head today? Starting a business is difficult and many battles. Here I go to Quantai to recruit old subordinates, and the flags are 100,000 flags and killing the Yama. The war smoke in the south has been in ten years, and this head must be hung to the country's gates. After the death, you will work harder and good news will come as paper money."

What Buddhism, what purity and nature, what four elements are empty, are thrown out of the nine night clouds by monks, and everyone is immersed in this passionate and passionate poem.

After a long time, Master Tianming slapped the altar table and was shocked to make the offerings fall down. He ignored them and said excitedly: "Heavenly, hang this book high on the south wall of the first floor of the Sutra Library for Shaolin disciples to admire it, so that this poem can spur future disciples to never forget the shame of destroying the country and losing their territory."

Li Haoran sealed the blood vessels and whispered: "Masters, arrange a quiet room for me. I want to join my wife in detail for healing the wounds. Tomorrow morning, when the sun rises, I will start to drive away poison for the abbot. You can prepare a house that is ventilated and sunny, and a furnace of high-end sandalwood will be completed."

Tianjie said: "I will arrange this matter. Li Daxia, please follow me." After saying that, he led Li Haoran and others to the back hall and arranged their resting place one by one.

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The next morning, the ancient temple Shaolin was heavily guarded, and the quiet and far-reaching Songshan was filled with a murderous aura.

In a quiet room in the Bodhidharma Hall, Li Haoran and Master Tianming sat cross-legged. Several Shaolin monks and Duan Susu and others sat on both sides. They all came to see Li Haoran's treatment method and used it as a protector.

Li Haoran closed his eyes and thought about the healing techniques of "Ying Yang Finger". Although he practiced the "Ying Yang Finger" for a long time, he did not pay much attention to the healing techniques. Yesterday, he and Duan Susu were discussing the mystery. At this moment, he was 90% sure to cure Tianming's cold poison.

The sandalwood was bursting with light blue smoke. Everyone sat silently on both sides, looking from afar, no one dared to disturb Li Haoran's thoughts.

After a moment, Li Haoran suddenly opened his eyes, and his body had already floated flat and slowly flew to Master Tianming's head. When the monks saw this profound light skills, they all cheered in their hearts. It was so difficult to fly like lightning after a flight of more than ten feet, which was equivalent to slow movement in the air but it was several times more difficult to do.

Li Haoran pointed at Master Tianming's Baihui acupoint, and Master Tianming couldn't help but tremble all over.

Baihui acupoint is the most fatal point in the human body. If you hit this point, any finger, palm, and weapon, you will definitely die. If it weren't for the introduction in advance, Tianjie and others would have probably taken action to stop it.

Li Haoran pointed at him without stopping. As soon as he fell, his index finger was pointed at his Yu Pillow, Fengfu, Dazhui, Taodao, Zhiyang, Lingtai, etc., and the long and strong tail bones were the thirty acupoints of the Du meridian.

But he saw his thirty fingers soothing and elegant, and his fingers were soothing and freely, and his arms were sleek and elegant. Each acupoint was a fingering method, and there were thirty wonderful fingering methods. Each move was full of stylized halls and veranda, and each had a look. It was really something that had never been seen or heard of. For a moment, everyone was dazzled and intoxicated.

Master Tianjie, who is good at "Chenghua Finger", was dazzled and speechless. This fingering method was several times more powerful and elegant than Shaolin's "Chenghua Finger". At this time, he seemed to have forgotten the safety of Master Tianming and sank into that wonderful realm, as if he had observed martial arts.

After the Du meridian was touched, Li Haoran did not rest here. He pointed at the twenty-five major acupoints of his Ren meridian like flowing water. This time he used all the quick hands. But he saw his arm trembling, like a dragonfly sifting water. He had not changed his breath yet, and he had already touched the various acupoints of the Ren meridian. Although these twenty-five fingers were as fast as lightning, there was no deviation at all where he pointed.

The Master of Heavenly Tribulation was shocked and thought to himself: "There is such a wonderful skill in this world? The Duan of Dali has been so powerful that it has been so powerful for hundreds of years."

When he reached the fourteen acupoints of the Yin Wei meridian, Li Haoran's techniques were different. He saw that he was walking in a dragon and tiger step, with awesome power, like an emperor who ruled all people, and the emperor had a strict atmosphere.

After the Yin Wei meridian was touched, he still did not rest. He pointed directly at the thirty-two points of the Yang Wei meridian. This time it was a remote point. His body was two feet away from Master Tianming. In a flash, he approached his body and pointed the Fengchi point in his neck. He left it in one stroke, and was quick and incompetent.

Cheng Ying focused his mind, but saw Li Haoran retreating and attacking, although it was magical, the most difficult thing was to retreat in one attack. The fish passed away and the rabbit was extremely agile. He couldn't help but think in his heart: "'Finger-blinking magic power' and 'Ying Finger' are two amazing skills in the world, but I don't know which one is weak or which is stronger. However, 'Ying Finger' can be slow or fast, and it is elegant when slow, and it is as fast as lightning. Although the master's 'Finger-blinking magic power' is powerful, it must be used with the help of stones. Just this item is a bit weaker. However, the elder brother said that any martial arts must be based on strength. People with deep kung fu can defeat the enemy at will. It can be seen that moves are not important, but the important thing is whether a person's internal strength is profound or not."

Li Haoran didn't care about other people's thoughts. He clicked Master Tianming's Yin and Yang meridians in turn, and then clicked the eight points of the Dingmai that were around his navel. These dozens of fingers were suddenly pointed away from each other, and suddenly pointed at the body diameter. However, the eight points of the Dingmai were moving slowly, as if they were flowing water, and waited for the eight meridians to finish the point. He suddenly jumped up, slapped his palm on Master Tianming's Baihui acupoint, and then fell on a cushion, closed his eyes and started to exercise.

Li Haoran was sweating all over and out of breath, and his handsome and handsome face was sweating profusely, as if he was extremely tired. In fact, he did not consume too much effort, but because his mind was too serious, he was mentally exhausted.

After slapping Baihui acupoint with one palm, Master Tianming spit out a few mouthfuls of foul black blood. He stood up, stared at Li Haoran in a daze, and asked Duan Susu anxiously: "Madam Li, is Hero Li bad? If he has any mistakes, Lao Na will never be able to redeem it."

Duan Susu looked at Li Haoran with pity and whispered in a low voice: "Master, don't worry, my husband is not serious. However, I'm afraid you can no longer use the 'Ying Finger' within three years."

The Shaolin monks were sensational. I really didn't expect that Li Haoran was so righteous, but he gave up his skills to save a strange old monk when he first met him.

Master Tianming was energetic and showed no signs of poisoning. The poison attached to the bone was obviously driven away by Li Haoran. He was extremely grateful. He was knowledgeable and could not find any words to comfort him. He looked at Li Haoran who was using his skills to regulate his breathing.
Chapter completed!