With a terrible scream, Hui Gang let out a long breath and pulled the wooden stick out of the body of the horned, wind-spitting boar beast in front of him.

Ever since he killed the giant rabbit, he has been attacked by various creatures called "Monsters" in his memory, from giant squirrels that spit out ice to heavily armored man-bears.

At first, Hui Gang also wanted to dodge, because in Fleet's memory, these monsters were invincible, and they were usually killed by a combination of samurai, priests and magicians, and ordinary people were basically dead and alive when they encountered these magical beasts. But the current light skills are much worse than when he was at his peak, it is very troublesome to be constantly entangled by these beasts, and a few times down has also stimulated the monk's temperament, although Huigang said that Zen is firm, but Wu Yong is still the same, simply encounter it after being awe-inspiring, to attack against attack.

In addition to a few times of effort, I found that it was not so difficult to deal with. After dodging those fireball ice cubes, they were no different from those beasts in their previous lives, that is, those fireball ice cubes were sometimes scattered by the wooden stick in the monk's hand. But he couldn't control his strength, and often those who wanted to be knocked unconscious were beaten to death, and those who wanted to be killed were often beaten, causing him to recite many Buddhist scriptures that had passed away, and secretly repented in his heart.

More than ten days have passed, and it is strange to say that when the monk was performing the exercises, he found that his internal qi had grown, and the electric light around him had also become stronger, and the power of thunder and lightning in the martial arts moves had also become stronger inexplicably.

When fighting with the human bear he met, he was going to slap it unconscious with his Prajna palm, but he didn't expect that palm to carry thunderbolts. Slashed the thickly armored man-bear to death with one palm, and his whole body was charred black.

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After fifteen days of trekking in the forest, Hui Gang finally saw the traces of people in a pile of extinguished ashes, and searched for them according to his ability to track down the villains in the rivers and lakes in the past.

When he saw the town in front of him, Hui Gang knew that he had gone to the wrong place, and this was not the Sur City in his memory. It's a place where the Follett bush has never been.

Standing on the hill and looking at this town, the monk's heart was suddenly filled with peace and tranquility.

"Let's live here for the rest of your life," Hui Gang told himself

According to Fleet's memory of the ascetic, the monk tore off his tattered aristocratic garment, leaving only the skin of a giant rabbit. Twisting the strips of cloth into a rope and tying it around his waist, he strode into the town with the thick wooden stick in his hand, which had been stained red with the blood of wild beasts.

Gravel recently arrives with a strange man who claims to be an ascetic monk from afar. But no matter how you look at it, it's more like a druid. But druids don't wrap hides around their bodies like this, and they don't always fold their hands to beg for some food.

With the permission of the mayor, the strange man built a hut on the edge of the town, and he rarely went out except to beg every day, and in the tavern in the center of the town, the strange man became a hot topic of conversation.

Someone swore that the monk meditated there every day. Presumably a church magician or pastor. There were also objections, saying that the monk was often seen at night doing strange things in the open space of the hut, or dancing with a stick, or making some strange gestures, presumably to perform some mysterious ritual there, perhaps an evil mage or something.

Hui Gang has never been so quiet as this time since he was born in his previous life, and he knows that his character has to be peaceful, so although he knew that he should not kill in his previous life, he still killed many people who committed the most heinous crimes. But in this quiet town, there are either hunters or farmers, and everyone lives a self-sufficient life.

Practicing Buddhism, practicing martial arts, life only needs to turn into fate, a little simple thing can maintain a simple life, and the monk has some meaning of life.

After two months of living quietly, the people of the town gradually accepted this strange man, and Hui Gang was no longer the topic of conversation in taverns and women's parties, and he didn't affect everyone's lives anyway.

The sky was getting cooler, and Hui Gang was walking through the streets of Gravel Town with the freshly turned bread in his hand, and everyone was familiar with this strange man with long beard and long hair. Some friendly people said hello in the past, and the monk smiled and returned the salute.

At this time, suddenly, there was a commotion in the town, and several people ran in from the outside carrying a stretcher, and these people were all looking anxious, and the one who ran in front was a bearded man, who shouted to others as soon as he entered the town:

"Go find Old Jack, Darrow is poisoned, let him go to the town square, hurry. ”

Immediately someone rushed to find Old Jack, Hui Gang knew that Old Jack was a doctor in the town, and the people in the town went to him if they had a cold and stomach ache, and the monk couldn't judge how the doctor was.

When the stretcher passed by him, the monk saw that the young man lying on the stretcher already had blue lips and a little black on his face, which showed that the poison had penetrated deep into his internal organs. According to Fleet's memory, there seems to be no cure in this world, and of course, the current monks do not regard some of Fleet's memories as standards at all, because the knowledge of this gentleman is too shallow.

Huigang hesitated for a moment, but still followed the lively flow of people to the square in the center of the town, old Jack had already rushed from home with his medical kit, and several people carrying stretchers cleared the scene out of an open space.

When Old Jack arrived, he was stunned for a moment when he saw Daro's face, then took out a white cloth from the box and padd his hand, gently opened Daro's eyelids, and leaned over to take a closer look. Old Jack shook his head, threw away the white cloth, stood up and sighed, and said to Darro's mother, who was watching him heal, intently behind him:

"It's a pity that he's poisoned too much, and I can't do anything about it. ”

When Darro's mother heard this, she was about to pounce on her son, and old Jack hurriedly shouted to the bearded man:

"Terry, hold her down, she'll be poisoned. ”

Several people desperately grabbed Daro's mother, and the scene became a mess for a while.

"This benefactor can still help, and the poor monk is willing to try. ”

The square was quiet for a while, and although the scene was noisy, the monk's words clearly reached everyone's ears, and although everyone did not understand the strange terms in his words, he said that it could be cured.

Old Jack was visibly angry, everyone knew that the monk was just a quiet and somewhat mysterious wanderer (because he was very quiet, no one regarded him as a beggar, and he didn't even know his name), and his eyes were full of distrust and incredulity at this time.

"Young man, are you doubting my years of medical experience, Darrow's poisoning has reached his nervous system, and he is now near-dead.

Hui Gang didn't get angry, just smiled and said:

"The monks are compassionate, and the poor monks do not dare to guarantee the ticket, but they will do their best. ”