"What do you want, tell me, if the old man can do it, I should go" The old monk looked at Feng Jiu, and said with a serious and serious expression, "You let me think now, I really can't remember, if you owe me for the time being" Feng Jiu said and pressed his hand on the old man's shoulder, quickly turned to the old man's side, and kicked at the old man's feet.

The old man sat down cross-legged, Feng Jiu sat behind the other party, stretched out his hand and quickly pressed a few acupuncture points behind the old man, perhaps in the eyes of others, Feng Jiu just helped the old man press a few times, but the old man obviously felt that every time Feng Jiu pressed, his originally blocked meridians were opened up.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, a layer of sweat appeared on Feng Jiu's forehead, but the old monk seemed to have entered a certain state, his face changed from pale to ruddy before, Mu Chen took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Feng Jiu, Feng Jiu smiled gratefully at the other party, took the handkerchief but did not get up immediately, the ability was overloaded, and she had no strength to stand up now.

The warrior monk took Han Fei and them to find Feng Jiu, but they were about to open their mouths but saw Feng Jiu make a silent gesture, "shhhhhhh

"Damn, you old monk is not worry-free at all, aren't all monks like water, are you really so greedy" Feng Jiu's voice was slightly disgusted, and his hand had quickly pressed on the other party's back.

"As the so-called anxious can't eat hot tofu, at such an old age, what is the condition of your body, don't you know yourself" Feng Jiu's reproachful words inexplicably eased the old monk's face, but Feng Jiu didn't stop there, and suddenly slapped a palm while he was unprepared, "bang" and "poof" The old monk spit out a mouthful of black blood, and the qi stuck in his heart was obviously smooth.

Seeing the black blood clots spit out by himself, the old monk looked grateful "Thank you", the warrior monk on the side obviously didn't understand what was going on at this time, but seeing that the old monk was beaten by the little girl and vomited blood, he immediately summoned all the warrior monks in the courtyard to gather, in the eyes of others, this old man is a sweeping monk, but only they know that this person is a master who taught them martial arts since childhood, only because his body is not as good as a day, he voluntarily came to the door to sweep the floor.

"Just as the so-called sending the Buddha to the west, I will help you once" Feng Jiu said and took out a small porcelain bottle from his bag, poured out a pill from it and put it in the other party's mouth, the pill melted in his mouth, the old monk who took the pill obviously noticed the difference in the pill in Feng Jiu's hand, but before he could ask, the pill had already been dissolved in his mouth.

The heart was nourished, and a trace of incredulity flashed quickly in the old monk's eyes, "Dare to ask the little benefactor, where is the teacher!" "The person who can take out this medicine is by no means an ordinary person, "Poison Doctor" Feng Jiu whispered these three words in the old monk's ear, but he didn't want to directly shock the old monk.

"Girl, you take this, and then Shaolin Temple, there will be someone to receive you with this" The old monk took out a golden sign with a martial character written on it from his body and handed it to Feng Jiu, "Just know you, I still don't want this thing" Seeing the extent to which that thing was treasured by the old man, Feng Jiu waved his hand at the old monk, and at this time the other warrior monks had already arrived.