Seeing Zong Ru's cautious appearance, Zhou Daoran was aroused with a trace of curiosity, and saw him staring intently at the black cloth bag.

At the moment when Monk Zongru was about to open his pocket, he was a little uneasy, and then his eyes widened, opened his heavenly eyes, and looked around.

Seeing Monk Zongru procrastinating like this, Zhou Daoran was really a little impatient, so he complained: "Oh, monk, are you finished?" Take something and be so mother-in-law! ”

Zhou Daoran's words seemed to have an effect, and he saw that the movements of Monk Zongru's hands suddenly accelerated, and the rope that sealed the black cloth bag was immediately untied by him.

Immediately afterwards, a dark mud pill rolled out of the cloth bag and slid onto the palm of Monk Zongru's hand.

However, it was this inconspicuous black mud pill, and the moment it appeared, a strange fragrance immediately filled Zhou Daoran's room.

For a while, Zhou Daoran couldn't help but feel straight about that black mud pill, just when he was about to ask Monk Zongru what that black mud pill was.

Monk Zongru actually grabbed the boy who Zhou Daoran put next to the bed, and before Zhou Daoran could blurt out the word "don't", Monk Zongru had already slashed a knife in his palm.

Although Monk Zongru looked at the boy Che Angang and frowned the moment he slashed his palm with the blade, he still resolutely cut it.

For a while, the blood in Monk Zongru's hands seemed to have found the mouth of the dam that broke the embankment in an instant, and it flowed out of the wound endlessly.

Seeing this, Zhou Daoran's heart tightened, and he hurriedly took out the magic pen in his arms, and was about to wipe the wound on Monk Zongru's hand.

It's just that Monk Zongru didn't appreciate this at all, and took a step back, and at the same time raised the injured palm and lowered the nature of the mud pill.

Letting the blood in his palm drip onto the mud pill, at the same time, Monk Zongru's mouth kept opening and closing, as if he was muttering something.

After seeing three or two drops of Monk Zongru's blood fall, he saw that a trace of crack began to appear on the mud pill, and with the appearance of the first crack, followed by the second, third, and even fourth cracks.

As the cracks accumulated, the black skin that wrapped the mud pill gradually peeled off, and finally a pure white bead was revealed, and on this bead, there was also a petal that was almost the same as the lotus flower in the heart of Monk Zongru's eyebrows.

It's just that the lotus flower in the heart of Monk Zongru's eyebrows is a three-petaled flower, while the lotus flower on the pure white bead is a nine-petal flower.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Daoran immediately opened his mouth wide and stayed in place, as if he was surprised, so when he pointed at the pure white bead in Monk Zongru's hand, he looked a little trembling.

I only heard Zhou Daoran stumble and say: "She, relics? Your relics at Liansheng Temple? ”

"Yes, this is the true body relics left behind by my master Master Guangxian after his death." Although Monk Zongru was not shocked when he said it, there was sadness in his eyes, which made people empathize.

At this point, Zhou Daoran understood why Monk Zongru was so nervous at the beginning, asking himself to set up a few more layers of enchantments, after all, relics are too rare, and each relic is a monk's lifelong cultivation.

Generally speaking, once there are relics in the world, they will be closely protected by the temple, because relics are not only good for people, but also have the effect of improving the cultivation of demons, demons, and ghosts.

In particular, the true body relics held in the hands of Monk Zongru are pure white relics that can only be revealed by cultivating great wisdom and opening up the Dharma realm.

Therefore, when Monk Zongru was afraid of taking out his true body relics, a vision would occur, so he would be so cautious in order to avoid causing changes in the Quartet.

Immediately afterwards, Monk Zongru said: "Amitabha, Daoran, the blind man said that you were a little injured this time, I don't see that not only the flesh and skin, but also the muscles and bones are a little traumatic, right?"

Now I lend you this relic, you will carry it close to you during this period of time, and put it close to the wound, it cannot be said that it can cure all diseases, but at least it can speed up the healing time of your wound. ”

After saying this, Monk Zongru poured his hand down and put the pure white relic into the palm of his scratched and bleeding hand, and saw that the flow of blood suddenly slowed down.

By the time Monk Zongru spread his palm again, the wound on his hand had already stopped bleeding, although the wound had not healed for the time being, but the effect of the evil qi carried by the boy Qi'an Gang had already been eliminated.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Daoran couldn't help but be amazed, the relics of the Buddhist family really had a miraculous effect.

However, when Monk Zongru handed over the pure white relic in his hand to Zhou Daoran, Zhou Daoran suddenly found that there was a trace of turbidity in this pure white relic, and even the nine-petal flower leaf also fell off one petal at the same time.

After Zhou Daoran found out about this situation, he immediately held the bead in front of Monk Zongru and asked, "Monk, what's going on?" ”

"Although the relics from heaven are sacred, it is still a consumable after all, and when the nine petals and leaves on the relics are withered, it is the day when this relic returns to the yuan, Amitabha, you must use it well." Monk Zongru folded his hands and looked at the pure white relics reverently and said.

Hearing this, Zhou Daoran's heart was also tight, thinking that Monk Zongru was willing to give up such an important thing for himself to recover from his injuries, Zhou Daoran was also full of emotion in his heart.

I saw Zhou Daoran nodding at Monk Zongru very solemnly, and then thanked Monk Zongru in response, indicating that he would definitely not disappoint Monk Zongru, and he would definitely recover as soon as possible and fulfill the trip to Fujiyama Hospital as soon as possible.

In this regard, Monk Zongru didn't care much, just nodded slightly and stopped talking.

Subsequently, without Zhou Daoran's own effort, Monk Zongru personally went into battle, picked up Zhou Daoran who was in a wheelchair, put him on the bed, and at the same time stuffed the real body relics into Zhou Daoran's injured chest, and covered it with clothes.

After doing all this, Monk Zongru exited the room, and when he left, he didn't forget to comfort Zhou Daoran and let him rest.

For the next ten days, except for someone who delivered meals on time to ensure Zhou Daoran's daily necessary nutrition, and Dr. Li regularly came to change Zhou Daoran's dressing and redress his wounds, Zhou Daoran almost lived an isolated life.

On the one hand, it is the result of Zhou Daoran meditating in the room in order to allow the wound to heal as soon as possible, and on the other hand, Wang Blind and Monk Zongru and others also have their own things to deal with, and they will not come out and walk around casually if they have nothing to do.

In this way, after more than ten days, Zhou Daoran still couldn't bear the loneliness after all, and took the lead in walking out of the door and finding Wang Blind and others.