As Tang Sanzang approached the place where the cry for help sounded, he saw an old Taoist priest who had broken his leg and was bloody from the wound in a remote place, humming and shouting "help", looking like he was about to run out of oil.

Seeing that Tang Sanzang was really attracted to him, the Silver Horn King's face turned pale again, and he shouted weakly. "That elder, that elder, please save Lao Dao and save ......"

Tang Sanzang felt that the Taoist priest in front of him must be an extraordinary person, afraid that it was a monster, or it was the demon king of Pingding Mountain.

Therefore, Tang Sanzang did not get too close, but stood still beside the monkey after a certain distance from the Silver Horn King, and asked with a cautious attitude. "Amitabha, why is this gentleman here, and he still hurts his feet?"

(Originally, it's "sir.") ）

Seeing Tang Sanzang's appearance as if he was wary, the Silver Horn King wailed miserably, as if he was in unbearable pain, and replied weakly.

"This elder, I am the Taoist priest who went to the quiet view of the universe in Shanxi, the old Taoist and the apprentice went to a donor's house to do things, but when I returned to the road, I was unfortunately encountered by colorful tigers, I and the apprentice separated from the escape, but unfortunately fell in the rocky slope, injured the leg and foot can not move, has been several days long. In the midst of despair, the elder appeared like nectar, and hoped that the elder would save me. ”

"That's exactly what happened." Tang Sanzang's expression seemed to be a little surprised, he looked at the Silver Horn King, and said. "But this gentleman, it seems that your wound is indeed not simple, it has been injured for several days, and it is still dripping with blood, and the bleeding does not stop."

"Ugh." The Silver Horn King's expression froze, but he forgot about such a stubble, and after a pause, he had to follow Tang Sanzang's words and continue. "Yes, I don't know if it's because I injured some bone meridians, and the blood doesn't stop."

Tang Sanzang nodded slightly and asked. "The gentleman may have symptoms such as cold extremities, drowsiness, and dizziness."

In order to avoid flaws, the Silver Horn King, who was already a little confused, immediately nodded again and again. "Exactly."

Hearing this, Tang Sanzang clasped his palms together, showed a sad look on his face, and said. "Alas, Mr. Bu Lie said that although the poor monk is a monk, he also knows a little bit of medical knowledge, there is a limit to human blood, and if you lose more than a certain percentage of blood, you will definitely die, unless there is some medical hand or panacea to save you."

"And Mr. has been bleeding from the wound for several days now, and the symptoms such as cold limbs, sleepiness and dizziness are just the signs of excessive blood loss, and the poor monk and his party are not the kind of medical saints who can exchange blood for Mr., and there is no such immortal medicine on his body, but there is nothing to be done."

In the end, Tang Sanzang's face was full of compassion and grief. "Alas, the monks are compassionate, but the poor monks can only watch a gentleman die in agony due to excessive blood loss, sad and sad, all beings are suffering!"

“……”

The Silver Horn King looked at this expression full of grief, as if a relative had passed away, but he didn't take any action, just stood and stared at his Tang Sanzang from a distance, and the Silver Horn King wanted to say, "The old man thinks that he can still be rescued, go back to the old way, and send it back to Guanyu." ”

However, the Silver Horn King was proficient in the alchemy of the Immortal Family, but he didn't know much about the first-class medical knowledge of the mortal family, and after being so sure that he would die by Tang Sanzang for a while, he couldn't jump around alive, right?

"Could it be that I want to use the excuse to let Sun Wukong carry him, and then carry the three mountains and five mountains to suppress Sun Wukong, and if I can't do it, I have to pretend to be dead in front of Tang Sanzang and others?"

The Silver Horn King is entangled in his heart at the moment, and he doesn't know what to do.

And Tang Sanzang was not anxious, his eyebrows were full of grief, and he looked at the Silver Horn King with a look of compassion, and said slowly. "I don't know if this gentleman has any last words that the poor monk needs to inform Gui Guanyu, and the poor monk is willing to convey them on his behalf."

Words?!

Even the last words came out, it seems that this Tang Seng really judged that his injuries were certain to die in a mortal state.

Could it be that I'm really overguising, shouldn't I, obviously I just hurt a leg, why am I going to die?

At the same time, the Silver Horn King felt the fragility of mortals, and at the same time, his heart turned sharply and said. "Alas, life and death are fate, Lao Dao is also a monk, but he is quite reluctant to give up the quiet place to view the universe, and ask the elders to send Lao Dao's body back to the temple for burial?"

"Sir, the world is so big, where can't the monks settle down? As for the afterlife, Mr. does not need to worry, the poor monk is also quite proficient in Buddhism, and he will definitely be able to surpass Mr. and let Mr. be reincarnated as soon as possible. Tang Sanzang looked like he was thinking about the Silver Horn King and arranged the affairs after his death properly.

However, these words were quite tricky to hear in the ears of the Silver Horn King.

"The elder doesn't need to be so polite, the so-called Buddhism and Taoism are different, the elder will send the stinky skin of the old Tao back to the quiet Guanyu, and there will be senior brothers who will deal with the aftermath of the old way."

"I wonder if you have ever heard that 'Buddha is the Tao'?"

Tang Sanzang smiled, following the words of the Silver Horn King. "Buddhism and Taoism are a family, what is the difference between you, me and him? Sir doesn't need to worry that the poor monk will have a dirty mentality, and leave no trace of power in matters of excess......"

It's just that in the ears of the Silver Horn King, when he heard the words "Buddha is the Tao", he felt a thunder in his mind, as if he heard some unknowable secret, and the whole person was in a trance, but his face was really white, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and then passed out.

"Huh?"

The Silver Horn King's face turned pale and his mouth was spitting blood, which surprised Tang Sanzang a little.

"This gesture doesn't look like a fake! Could it be that the poor monk really remembered it wrongly? ”

Tang Sanzang's brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't have the intention of joking, and went straight forward to check the condition of the Silver Horn King, confirming that he was indeed unconscious, and his physical condition also symbolized the injured state of mortals.

"Wukong, what is the problem with this old gentleman you see?"

However, the mysteries of this Taishang Laojun can be called the first-rate between heaven and earth, even a monkey can only see that this silver horn king has Taoist power, but there is no way to see what his true appearance is.

Tang Sanzang hesitated for a moment, but still planned to take this old Taoist priest on a ride.

Although Tang Sanzang had great doubts about this old Taoist priest in his heart, the vomiting of blood in the end was extremely real, which was completely in line with the state of shaking his internal organs between falls.

Don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case.

What if this is really an innocent creature? You can't let him die because of a little suspicion.