"Good, good, good."

A sound of Buddha's chant sounded.

The old monk outside the field held a nine-tin Zen Staff and squeezed from the crowd, sealed the little monk's acupoints, took out the elixir and fed it to him.

"If you don't break, you won't establish it, you will understand the Dharma. Now you know how vast the world outside the temple is, right?"

The old monk's voice is old.

"Back to Master, I understand."

The little monk responded.

"Today's exchange, you just broke three fingers, but if you didn't have today, you might lose your life in the future. Now you are not grateful to the donor for saving your life?"

The old monk spoke.

"Thank you, little monk, for your donor's favor for saving you."

The little monk stood up from the ground, his hands and arms were covered in blood, and he clasped his hands towards Ning Chuan, bowed and spoke.

"Master is so polite, it's all because it's too quick to start..."

Ning Chuan spoke quickly.

Why is this Lanke Temple a bit like a cult?

When the old monk saw the young monk giving a gift, he gently looked at his head. Then the old man's eyes fell on Ning Chuan and said, "Little donor, kindness is kindness, fault is wrong. You are hurt to enlightenment today and you are destined to have cause and effect with me, Lanke Temple. In the future, other masters of Lanke Temple will come down the mountain to ask you for advice. I hope the donor will practice well, eat and drink well, Amitabha..."

He recited the Buddha's name again and walked out of the crowd with the little monk.

The little monk's robe was blood-stained, his face was pale, but his mouth was smiling and his steps were calm, as if he was not the one who was hurt.

Ning Chuan felt awe-inspiringly in his heart and looked at the old and the young.

Could this old monk be threatening himself before leaving?

What does it mean to eat and drink well?

Suddenly, he noticed three bloody fingers on the ground.

"Master, do you still want fingers?"

Ning Chuan suddenly spoke.

But no words came from the old and the young.

Ning Chuan was uneasy.

This old monk doesn't seem to be someone who is easy to get along with?

Will he take revenge on himself late at night?

Why don’t you go to find a Golden Bearded Guest?

Ningchuan's heart was surging for a moment.

He slapped his head gently and suddenly clasped his fists at everyone, "Everyone, there is still something important to do today, so I'll say goodbye first."

He walked towards the crowd.

Many tourists from all over the world quickly retreated, showing horror, and making way for him.

It was not until Ningchuan walked far that everyone burst into discussions.

"It's so tragic. What kind of strength is Young Master Ning?"

"The successor of Lanke Temple was defeated, his arms were half-waste, and his fingers were broken..."

"Big event, this is really a big event..."

…

Many people quickly left and began to spread the news.

There is no doubt that the battle here will definitely cause a sensation in the entire Yunxiao City.

Those outstanding experts are probably unable to sit still now.

…

The streets in the distance.

Ning Chuan slowly breathed a breath of turbid air and thought in his heart.

Being in Yunxiao City, that old monk shouldn't do anything randomly, right?

After all, if something happens to him, everyone will easily think of him, and it will be useless no matter how he explains it.

But when she thought so, Ning Chuan was still a little worried and walked towards the distance immediately.

After walking around for several streets in a row, he walked directly into an inconspicuous pharmacy.

The pungent and bitter medicinal smell can be smelled far away.

The shop is temporarily idle and can't see a single guest.

"Shopkeeper, I'll buy seven pounds and seven ounces of red flower leaves."

"The red flower leaves are sold out for the time being. Do you want the Poria cake?"

"Actually, this view is a bit extreme. Watermelon is red, but oranges are yellow, and the famous roasted knife in Hanwu State is actually green. If these three are mixed together, it is said that they can taste the aroma of minced garlic."

"I agree with you and ask, and you can die in the evening."

The shopkeeper's opening.

Then he suddenly got up and walked to Ningchuan, looked carefully, and whispered, "Come in with me first."

He took Ning Chuan directly into the inner hall.

After carefully closing the door.

The shopkeeper frowned slightly and said, "What's wrong?"

"I want to see Elder Xiang, that's it..."

Ning Chuan quickly explained.

After a moment, the shopkeeper showed surprise.

"You have deposed the successor of Lanke Temple?"

"It's not a waste, I just broke his three fingers and grabbed several of his meridians..."

Ningchuan defended.

"You're waiting here."

The shopkeeper turned around and left, but his heart kept surging and shock appeared.

This guy...

Where did it come out?

How many meridians should I catch?
Chapter completed!