Xiao Lingjue quickly walked to the dozens of people, and those villagers were also terrified, the old monk touched their people just now, but they didn't even leave any bones, which was really harmful.

Xiao Lingjue worked hard to adjust the aura in his body, and said to the nearest person with a smile: "Amitabha, the poor monk is a doctor, and he won't harm you, let me see how you are doing?" ”

The little monk who looked at the harmlessness of humans and animals in horror finally nodded with difficulty.

Xiao Lingjue said softly: "Give me your hand, and I'll give you a pulse!" He didn't dare to raise his voice too loudly for fear of frightening them.

Leaning less, the man finally stretched out his hand with a slight tremble, and the little monk gently pinched the man's arm, quietly feeling the man's heart.

Life? He actually felt that there was a huge vitality in this person's body, not only was it not that kind of sick feeling, but his body was full of that kind of surging vitality.

In the end, a trace of cold sweat appeared on the little monk's forehead, and his eyebrows were wrinkled. There was even a feeling that it was going to break his blood.

No wonder they're so uncomfortable, it's not a disease at all!

The little monk stood up and looked at the dozens of people beside him, with a speechless look on his face.

The man lying on the ground said in horror: "Master! Master, am I hopeless? You have to save me, aren't the monks merciful? ”

The old monk next to him also let out a long sigh and said: "I can't save it, I don't know what kind of viciousness you have fallen into, the poor monk's pure Buddhist essence is difficult to save people, I don't know how to be good, you can only sigh." ”

Xiao Lingjue closed his eyes, thinking about how to solve this "strange disease" in his heart.

At this time, a large number of highly respected elders in the temple walked out one after another, and the old monk at the front was the abbot of Puzhen Temple, Master Duci.

He glanced at the people present with an endless sad gaze, and said lightly: "Amitabha, there is such a big mess in this Buddha bathing conference, and the sins are all in my Puzhen Temple, and the benefactors of the poor monks will make amends." ”

At the foot of Puzhen Temple Mountain, a group of people and horses rushed to the mountain, hundreds of people and horses in this group of people and horses, as if there was an invisible shield on their bodies without wind and rain slowly rose into the air, and the rest of the sergeants with crossbows and swords and leather armor were extremely agile in less than half a cup of tea, silently listing the battle array.

The leader at the front of the army was a general wearing unicorn black and gold armor, holding a seven-foot tiger slashing sword, with five locks of long hair on his chin, and his momentum was not angry and arrogant.

In the storm, I saw him look up at the monks in the sky, and then at his subordinates who were ready to go, and said with the power of the Mandate of Heaven: "Qingyunzi Immortal Chief, the military array has been lined up, and you can cast a spell." ”

"In that case, please wait a moment, General." When the Taoist priest with a face like a crown of jade and a graceful eyebrow among the cultivators in the air heard this, he smiled slightly, and condescendingly made a mockery of the general.

After that, he turned his head and looked at several of his fellow disciples with advanced skills, and said loudly: "Senior brothers, the monks of Puzhen Temple have done a lot of evil and killed the people, and we have received a tip-off that hundreds of ordinary people have been brutally poisoned by bald donkeys, and they have killed the Taoist thief system, and the prestige of my mountain gate is at this moment, please help me." ”

When the words landed, Qing Yunzi stretched out his index finger and pressed his eyebrows, and instantly saw a picture scroll of plains, hills, and rivers that looked as small as rice grain carvings, but gave people a feeling of being vast and thousands of miles, appeared on his exposed face and neck.

At the same time, the virtual image of the table seal with the words 'Heavenly Master Celestial Seal Patrol' written on the bottom of one side erupted from the top of Qingxu's head, and after it was truly condensed into a green gold seal in the wind and rain, he caught it in his hand.

Such an eye-catching method, even if the power has not yet been shown, it is already very mysterious in terms of appearance, and several young Taoist priests who are at the end of the monk team behind Qingxu can't help but show their proud expressions one by one when they see the profound Taoism of the seniors of the master's family.

One of them looked the youngest, with red lips and white teeth, and the juniors of Qingxiu Swen pointed excitedly, and the golden seal in Qingxu's hand in the distance said: "This 'Heavenly Master Seal Patrol Seal' is really worthy of my Qingfeng View, the name of the Ten Inheritance Treasures." ”

When the surrounding people heard this, they all showed their expressions of approval, and they didn't care that it was on the battlefield, and they said: "That's right, the fertile land of Qingning is thousands of miles away, and it has the dangers of mountains and rivers, and the benefits of rivers and rivers. ”；

"My Qingfeng Concept has lasted 18,000 years since the opening of the mountain gate by the great sage Qingfengzi in the Middle Ages, and how many talented people have been in the crosshairs, but they have left ten treasures of inheritance, how can it be a waste of fame.";

"Although the treasure is good, but it also requires the master's mana to show its brilliance, in addition to the ancestor who lives in seclusion in the mountain gate, I am afraid that it is the ancestor of Qingyunzi, so that this treasure seal can see the true color."

The more they talked, the happier they became, and suddenly they heard a short and fat man on the side, with a messy beard, and eyes as round as copper bells, like a pig slaughterer and a passer, and objected disapprovingly: "Although the Heavenly Master Feng Ce patrols the seal, it is always the legacy of the ancestors of the mountain gate.

It's not as good as the natural longevity of the ancestor of the Qing Leaving Master, and the treasure of the destiny that becomes naturally has unlimited potential. ”

This sentence implicitly involved the battle for the inheritance of the Qingfeng Guan Law System, which suddenly made the surroundings become dumb, and the Qingli that the fat Taoist was referring to was a tall and burly Taoist priest, who was drawing a talisman in the air with his left hand at the moment, reciting a mantra in his mouth, and blessing a method seal held in the palm of his right hand.

His ink pad is different, the texture is not gold, not stone, not wood, not jade, there are wind and clouds, the sun and the moon are dark and dark, and the color of mountains, rivers, lakes and seas is densely spread all around.

On the outside, it is neither square nor round like a column, but a round shape at the top and square at the bottom, which is in line with the rationality of the round sky and the place where the sky is round at the beginning of Pangu's opening of the sky.

After receiving the blessing of the master, a puff of black and white green smoke gradually appeared on the law seal, and with Qing Gangyun's low shout, "Town." Together with the Dharma seals of the other Qingfeng Guan predecessors around them, with the pouring rain, they fell straight on the mountain gate of Puzhen Temple and melted into the land.

After that, an invisible wave rippled from the place where those methods had landed, and it did not dissipate until it was a hundred miles away.

Qingxu, who was suspended in the air, sensed the power of the seal, smiled smugly, and the general on the ground bowed again, pointed to the beach under his feet, and said: "General, the general trend is also successful."