Old Liu nodded politely, moved his body, leaned on Wu Feng a little closer, a dry palm touched Wu Feng's shoulder, the tentacles were cold, covered in sweat, and trembling slightly, I couldn't help but be taken aback, and hurriedly reached out to probe his pulse, only to find that it was caused by the exhaustion of true qi, coupled with internal and external injuries, the whole body was cold at the moment, as if it had been washed with water.

Seeing this, Lao Liu Tou frowned, groped in his chest for a while, took out a small bottle and came out, called the little monk called Zen Xin to help, helped Wu Feng's body up, and then pinched his mouth open, poured out the only pill from the small bottle, stuffed it into Wu Feng's mouth, and helped pat Wu Feng's back, asking him to swallow this pill into his stomach.

While feeding the medicine, he also said to Wu Feng in his mouth: "Stinky boy, this pill is still when your master went to the Soul Breaking Cliff, he picked a thousand-year-old red lingzhi refining pill from the cliff wall, at that time, the old man was bitten by the two red blood snakes of the Qingxu Demon Dao, and his life was on the verge of death, it was your master who used the thousand-year-old red lingzhi to hook back the old man's life, the thousand-year-old red lingzhi was not eaten up, and a small half was left, so he refined this pill, and the old man was not willing to eat it, and he kept it until now, which can be regarded as handy." ”

As he spoke, the medicinal effect quickly took effect, Wu Feng stopped shaking like chaff, and a warm current gradually rose in the dantian, this feeling was very wonderful, as if a little fire was ignited in the dantian, this flame burned little by little, and there was gradually some warmth on his body, and there was no longer a cold sweat on his body, but there was still some stinging, so that Wu Feng was unable to speak.

Seeing that Wu Feng was gradually improving, Lao Liu Tou breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned his head to look at the little Zen monk on the side, and said politely: "This little master, I really have a lot of work for you, if you didn't come in time, the old man and this kid might have died." ”

"The donor is polite, the monks are merciful, and they will not see death without help, but the little monk has a question in his heart, how did you know about our Dakong Temple? Dakong Temple is located in the barren mountains and wilderness outside the city of Kaihua, few people know about it, and there are very few people who go to worship the Buddha. The little Zen monk wondered.

"The old man used to live in the Yizhuang of Shuangqiao Village, a life is decades, less than a hundred miles away from your Dakong Temple, I have long heard that the abbot of Dakong Temple is profound, Pudu world, is a rare monk, this time in the crisis, the old man really has no choice, so he took the liberty to send someone to ask the abbot of your temple to go out of the mountain, eradicate the demon, never thought, although the demon was eradicated, and a strong demon Dao emerged, it was really ......"

Having said this, only a muffled sound of "bang" was heard, interrupting Lao Liu's words, and several people couldn't help but look up, but saw that the monk Huicong slapped the masked old man in the chest, knocking the masked old man away, and the little ghost baby in his hand also fell to the ground.

Huiming monk was struck several times by the masked old Taoist with a whisk, his body was full of bloodstains, and he was already angry and ruthless, seeing that Huicong monk made a move, he didn't wait for the masked old Taoist to get up, so he shouted, and he was about to smash it at him with a heavy Zen staff in his hand.

"Senior Brother Huiming, don't hurt his life!"

As soon as Monk Huikong stretched out his hand, he blocked Monk Huiming's way.