The terrible thing about zombies is that three points are infinitely powerful, three points are not bad in King Kong, and four points are in corpse poison.

The more powerful the zombie, the stronger the effect of the corpse poison, Wang Xu kneaded the wound on his shoulder, and found that the corpse poison had infected half of his arm, if he didn't deal with it, it wouldn't take him a few hours to attack the corpse poison, turn into a half-human half-corpse like Jiang Tianchen, and finally turn into a real zombie.

This is still because of his strong physical fitness, and his true qi spreads all over his body, blocking the transmission speed of corpse poison, and if he is an ordinary person, with the explosiveness of this corpse poison, I am afraid that he will not be able to withstand even a stick of incense.

"To deal with corpse poison, it should be glutinous rice, lotus seeds, and other things, Uncle Ying of the zombie plane is very good at it. However, Uncle Ying's cultivation is lower, and the corpse poison in me is so powerful, I don't know if it's useful to look for him. "Checking the injury, Wang Xu is a little uncertain, and he doesn't know whether to go to Uncle Ying for help or go to the Qingjing Temple in the north of the city.

He has a good relationship with Uncle Ying, and if he can be treated, Uncle Ying will definitely do his best.

Qingjing Temple is a branch of Xiangguo Temple, by Xiangguo Temple monk Moyun Zen Master, this is a cultivator of relics, only the merit is complete to be able to obtain the Arhat fruit position of the monk, to say that there is no way to deal with the corpse poison is impossible.

After thinking for a while, Wang Xu decided to go to Qingliang Temple to have a look, after all, Uncle Ying was going to go south and north to conquer demons and eliminate demons, and he didn't necessarily stay in Yizhuang, and it would be troublesome if he couldn't find anyone.

Zen Master Moyun is different, he is presiding over the soup soup in Qingliang Temple, making good connections, and he can find people when he arrives at the temple.

Half an hour later...

Qingliang Temple is located in the north of Fuzhou, and unlike ordinary temples, it is not close to the mountains and water, and it is hidden in a large number of dwellings.

When Wang Xu arrived at Qingliang Temple, the porridge shed at the entrance of the temple had been removed, and only some small novices were cleaning the streets.

Far away, seeing Wang Xu in rags and running straight to the temple, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old novice put down the broom and took the initiative to greet him: "Donor, today's soup kitchen is over, you can come again tomorrow morning." ”

"Do you think I'm asking for food?"

Wang Xu glanced at the little novice angrily, and while walking towards the temple, he spoke: "I am Wang Xu of the Thousand Households of Jinyi Wei, I have something important to do with your abbot, so let the abbot come to see me immediately." ”

If it was Moyun Zen Master standing in front of him, Wang Xu would be very polite, but a little novice, he didn't need to pay too much attention to it.

Moreover, Wang Xu was born in Shaolin Temple with martial arts, and he is also half a monk, so he knows very well that monks like to watch people put on dishes. If you are polite to them, they will play tricks with you, and if you are fierce, they will be honest immediately, and you must not be polite to this group of people.

"Yes, yes, I'll report it." Hearing that Wang Xu was a person from Jinyiwei, Xiao Shami was directly frightened and trotted towards the temple.

Wang Xu didn't need to be invited, he followed him into the temple gate, and the monks who stood at the door to clean up the porridge shed looked at each other, but no one dared to stop him.

When you walk into the temple gate, you will be greeted by the Heavenly King Hall.

Wang Xu pressed the wound on his shoulder, he had lost consciousness without pain or itching, even if he sealed the acupoint with his true qi, the corpse poison was still spreading slowly.

Sighing, Wang Xu walked into the Heavenly King Palace, intending to wait for Zen Master Moyun here.

In the Tianwang Palace, the building pattern is semicircular, with Maitreya Buddha enshrined in the middle, and the four heavenly kings on both sides.

Wang Xu looked at the futon on the ground, ignored it, but walked to the merit box under the statue of Maitreya Buddha, took out three gold bars from the space ring, and placed them on the merit box.

"Amitabha, the merit of the donor is immeasurable."

Not long after putting down the gold, with a Buddha horn, Zen Master Moyun came in with a tin staff.

Different from the shape he saw before, Zen Master Moyun who returned to the temple was not wearing a hundred clothes and rotten straw sandals on his feet, and he was dressed in a miserable manner.

The bright red robe, the yellow lining, the white jade Buddha beads wrapped in the left hand, and the six-ring magic wand on the right hand, are really solemn.

"Huh!" Zen Master Moyun sighed lightly, glanced at Wang Xu's shoulder, and whispered, "This injury..."

"It's corpse poison!"

Wang Xu didn't hide it, and said bluntly: "Fuzhou Jinyi Wei calmed Jiang Tianchen, who was injured by zombies, turned into a half-human and half-corpse, and was knocked out by me and wanted to kill me, but unfortunately I was a step higher, and sent him to the West Heaven Bliss." The injuries on my body were left by him, I wonder if the Zen master can cure them? ”

"Follow me..."As soon as he heard that it was a matter in the imperial court, Zen Master Moyun didn't ask any more.

Although they are outsiders, although they are one and two with the imperial court, there are some things that must not be involved.

Wang Xu's words involved the Jinyi Guard's pacification envoys, and even the face of the imperial court, and Zen Master Moyun didn't want to ask more at all, and he was well aware of the way to protect himself.

Zen Master Moyun didn't ask much, and Wang Xu stopped at the point and followed the old monk to the back hall.

Qingliang Temple is not big, there are only five or six Buddha halls, and there are more than ten monks.

Following Zen Master Moyun, Wang Xu walked all the way to the back of the temple, a place that looked like the abbot's room.

"Wenfa, you go to the lotus pond to pick twelve lotus roots. Smell sex, you go to the Baoguang Pavilion to get the enshrined gold lacquer. Smell the light, you go to the Daxiong Treasure Hall to grab two handfuls of incense ashes. Wen Zhi, you go to the Heavenly King's Palace to get half a gourd of cinnabar. ”

As soon as he entered the abbot's room, Zen Master Moyun opened his mouth and sent out the four monks who were with him.

After instructing the monks, Zen Master Moyun asked Wang Xu to sit on a chair, and then pressed his hand on his wound and asked, "Do you feel it?" ”

Wang Xu shook his head slightly, the wound was very painful and a little itchy at the beginning, but now he is completely unconscious.

Zen Master Moyun pondered for a moment, took off the Buddha beads on his left hand, and said: "This string of Buddha beads was brought by me from Xiangguo Temple, and it has been with me for 70 years, and it is quite spiritual. You put this bead on, it will help you suppress the corpse poison,"

After taking the Buddha beads and wearing them on his right hand, Wang Xu only felt that his right arm was cool and very comfortable.

Looking closely, the white jade Buddha beads are emitting a faint light, as if the Buddha beads are glowing, and as if the surrounding candlelight shines over, shining on the reflection caused by the white jade.

"Good baby!" Wang Xu didn't need to ask much to know that this should be the magic weapon of Zen Master Moyun.

Buddhism pays attention to compassion and is known for living in the world, and Buddhism has a strong restraint effect on evil demons.

This string of Buddhist beads has followed Zen Master Moyun for many years, and has been influenced by Buddhism sooner or later, even everything will not be simple, not to mention, this is made of fine white jade, supplemented by gold lacquer inscriptions, carved into Buddhist instruments.

"With this string of Buddha beads, for a moment, the corpse poison does not dare to make a mistake. When I get lotus seeds, incense ash, cinnabar, and gold lacquer, I will make a medicinal bath for you and cure the corpse poison for you. ”

Zen Master Moyun said this, and the little apprentice who went to fetch things came back.

Putting things on the seat, Zen Master Moyun didn't say much, grabbed the incense ash and smeared it on Wang Xu's wound.

While smearing, Zen Master Moyun explained: "This is the incense ash enshrined in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, which is left by countless good men and women, who listen to the monks all day long, and coupled with their own incense wishes, they can restrain all the filth in the world. ”

"Hey, it's hot!" As soon as the incense ash touched the wound, Wang Xu suddenly felt a hot pain, as if he was smeared not with incense ash but on chili noodles.

"Heat means it works, and not feeling it is troublesome."

Zen Master Moyun put down the incense burner, picked up the lotus seeds and cinnabar again, and said to the little apprentice: "Hearing the law, you will bring lotus seeds, cinnabar, wolfberry, cassia seeds, honeysuckle, snake gall bladder, and boil a pot of medicinal baths." ”

"Yes, master." Wenfa went down with his things, and after a while, there was the sound of chopping wood.

After finishing the order, Zen Master Moyun picked up the brush from the desk, put it in the gold lacquer box, dipped it, and said: "Hold your hands on the wall, bend down and lie down, I will draw a light spell on your back, and fight the poison with the truth." ”

Wang Xu stood up and was just about to act, when he suddenly felt the chrysanthemum tighten, shook his head and said: "Zen master, I can't sit on a chair, hold the wall with both hands, bend over and lie down, this posture is not suitable for me!" ”

Zen Master Moyun: "..."