Old Liu nodded politely, moved his body, leaning closer to Wu Feng. A dry palm touched Wu Feng's shoulder. His tentacles were cold, his whole body was covered in sweat, and he was trembling slightly. He couldn't help but be surprised. He quickly reached out to touch his pulse and found that it was caused by the exhaustion of true energy. In addition to internal and external injuries, his whole body was cold at this moment, as if it had been washed away by water.

Seeing this, Old Liu frowned, groped in his chest for a while, took out a small bottle, called the little monk named Chanxin for help, helped Wu Feng up, then pinched his mouth, poured out the only pill from the bottle, stuffed it into Wu Feng's mouth, and patted Wu Feng's back, asking him to swallow the pill into his belly.

While feeding the medicine, he also said to Wu Feng: "Boy, this pill is still the pill made by your master when he went to the Broken Soul Cliff. He picked a pill made by a thousand-year-old red Ganoderma lucidum from the cliff. At that time, I was bitten by the two red blood snakes from the Qingxu Demon Dao. My life was in full swing. It was your master who used the thousand-year-old red Ganoderma lucidum to regain my life. The thousand-year-old red Ganoderma lucidum was not eaten up, and a small half of it was left, so I refined this pill. I have never been willing to eat it. It has been left to the present and it has been used.

As he spoke, the effect of the medicine quickly took effect. Wu Feng stopped shaking like a sieve, and a warm current gradually rose from his dantian. This feeling was very wonderful, as if a little flame was ignited in the dantian. The flame burned little by little, and gradually felt a little warm. He no longer had cold sweat on his body, but it still felt a little tingling, making Wu Feng unable to speak.

Seeing that Wu Feng was getting better, Old Liu let out a long sigh, then turned to look at the little monk Zenxin beside him, and said politely: This little master, you are really a blessing. If you hadn't come in time, I would have died of life.

The donor is polite. Monks are compassionate and will not refuse to save them. But the little monk has a question in his heart. How did you know that the Dakong Temple in our Dakong Temple is located in the wilderness outside Kaihua City. Few people know that there are very few people who go to worship Buddha. The Zen-sin monk said in confusion.

I used to live in the charity village of Shuangqiao Village. I have lived there for decades, less than a hundred miles away from your Dakong Temple. I have long heard that Abbot Huikong of Dakong Temple is profound in Buddhism and is a rare monk. This time, at the critical moment, I really had no choice but to send someone to ask Abbot Huikong of your temple to come out to eliminate the monsters. I never thought that although the monster was eliminated, another demon with great power appeared. It is really

Having said this, there was only a muffled sound that interrupted Old Liu's head. Several people couldn't help but look up, but saw Monk Huicong hit the masked old Taoist's chest with a palm, knocking the masked old Taoist away, and the little ghost baby in his hand fell to the ground.

Monk Huiming was hit by the masked old Taoist with a whisk several times, and his body was covered in blood. He was already angry and cruel. Seeing that Monk Huicong succeeded with one move, he shouted without waiting for the masked old Taoist to get up, holding a thick Zen stick in his hand and was about to smash it at him.

Junior Brother Huiming, don't hurt his life
Chapter completed!