Chapter 4: The Art of Light

Old Jack was a little angry when he heard this, could it be that this wanderer was sarcastic that he didn't help to rescue, this he misunderstood the monk, Hui Gang, who grew up in Shaolin Temple since he was a child in his previous life, didn't understand the accident at all, and he didn't understand how to concentrate on chivalry after walking the rivers and lakes.

But Daro, who is Daro's mother, refused to give up any hope of saving her son, and she cried to Hui Gang:

"Please save my son's life, I only have this to rely on, please save him. ”

Hui Gang pronounced the Buddha horn in his mouth, and was about to shake Daro's hand, although Old Jack was angry, but when he saw Hui Gang like this, he still reminded him:

"Young man, beware of poisoning, Darrow's poison has reached the skin. ”

He saw that Huigang did not listen to his advice, and still held Daro's hand without any covering, and couldn't help but close his mouth in anger.

Hui Gang paid full attention to Daro's pulse diagnosis at this time, he felt that the body he possessed was far less sensitive than the one in his previous life, so he had to work hard to judge the invasion of the toxin, and now all the voices in the outside world were cut off, and of course he couldn't hear any advice.

Shaolin martial arts are famous all over the world, few people know that the medicine of Shaolin Temple is also the best in the world, and many Shaolin monks who walk the rivers and lakes are often a good doctor, and they must be able to save people or save themselves when they walk the rivers and lakes. This is also common sense

The toxin is only eroding, and it has not yet rotted the patient's organs, and the symptoms are determined, and this symptom cannot be cured with medicine, and the only way to force the poison is to use internal strength.

Although the monk has recovered for three months, because the original body is too weak, although the Yi Jin Jing has been practiced diligently, the internal strength has only recovered more than one percent.

The onlookers in the square were very disappointed to see that the monk first held Daro's hand and then stood still. Darro's mother rolled her eyes and fainted in grief.

Just when everyone was about to disperse, someone suddenly screamed in surprise, and Hui Gang, who had been stationary, suddenly emitted a faint white light, and the bearded Terry, who had not left, saw that Daro's originally dead black face gradually returned to normal.

Just now, Old Jack was already preparing to rescue Huigang, who he thought was poisoned, but at this time, he was so shocked by this scene that his mouth grew up.

There was silence in the square, and everyone who approached could see that Daro's face was becoming more and more normal, and his chest began to rise and fall rhythmically, and in contrast, the white light on the wanderer's body became more and more abundant, and his mouth began to chant some syllables that no one could understand, although it was a foreign language, but it sounded so sacred, and everyone felt that their hearts became quiet.

With an awkward cry, Darrow woke up, still vaguely remembering what he had been bitten and then losing consciousness.

When he woke up, he saw the wanderer from outside the town in front of him, smiling at him. Before Darrow could react to what was going on, his mother hugged him crying.

Everyone in the central square froze, except for the joyful cries of Darrow's mother

"This is a divine healing technique," I don't know who shouted, but this speculation that was far from the answer to the truth was in line with the doubts in the hearts of the townspeople, it turned out that this mysterious wanderer was an ascetic priest of the Holy Church, and he had just shown divine grace to heal Daro, who was about to die.

Although the town is small, there are many devout believers who come to pay homage to Hui Gang.

Hui Gang was sweating profusely, and he was already tired and didn't even have the strength to explain, so he could only respond to the townspeople's etiquette with an embarrassed smile.

In the past few months of practice, Hui Gang felt that the electric rays that were entangled in the internal force were getting stronger and stronger with the recovery of his strength, and sometimes the internal force ran to the extreme, not only when he made a move, there would be thunderbolts, but also a faint light.

The monk knew from the previous memories of this body that this change in his internal strength might be related to magic. But Fleet, who doesn't know anything about magic, doesn't know much more about magic than Hui Gang, who came from another world.

This time, the internal strength is poisonous, and the monk's state is much worse than when he was in the heyday of his previous life, and he can only fight with all his strength in order to save people, and the internal force exerted with all his strength naturally stimulates the electric light that entangles the true qi, and involuntarily emits that white light from his body.

As for the chanting voice, it was a habit that Hui Gang developed when he was in Shaolin, because all the martial arts he learned were fierce all the way, and if he practiced for a long time, his personality would become more and more violent, so when Hui Gang was fighting with all his strength, in order to keep himself from losing his divine sense, he recited the "Diamond Sutra" to control his spirit.

I didn't expect all this to be misunderstood by mistake that it was the ascetic priest of the Holy Church who used divine magic to save people, you must know that it is not so simple to ask the people in the church to save people, and the divine healing technique needs to consume the huge vitality of the caster. Although no one in this remote place has ever seen what it is like to perform divine healing, there are endless legends and myths of bridges that sacrifice their lives to use divine healing.

Daro, who was hugged by his mother and wept bitterly, was lightly touched by the bearded Terry, who pointed at him and pointed to Huigang, who was barely standing up. Whisper:

"Daro, don't cry, don't go and thank the master who saved you with Auntie."

Daro comforted his excited mother, and the two of them walked up to Hui Gang together and knelt down respectfully.

Hui Gang hurriedly helped the mother and son in front of him up, and was stumbled because of his weak body

"Saving people's lives, winning the seventh-level floating slaughter, this is also what a poor monk should do, and he deserves such a great gift. ”

After speaking, he slowly walked out of the square, and all the onlookers spontaneously made way for him, and the townspeople looked at the modest monk, and their hearts were filled with reverence. When Hui Gang passed by, many people saluted the monk respectfully by the name of the supreme god.

The monk had no strength left, so he had to smile bitterly and return the salute to the people around him. Perhaps it was the aristocratic education that played a role in Fleet's education, and Hui Gang's graceful and measured movements added to his divine flavor.

Hui Gang dragged his tired body back to his straw hut, sat cross-legged and recuperated his internal strength, this kind of thief to the empty building consumption has not been encountered for many years, but when he entered the fixed luck exercise, he suddenly found that the speed of the true qi in the body was actually faster, in the rapid operation of the true qi, the monk gradually entered the realm of forgetting things and me.

By the time he woke up from his steady, it was already late at night.

The hungry monk habitually wanted to go out to practice boxing, but as soon as he went out, he saw all kinds of food around the grass hut, perhaps from his daily habit of turning into a fortune, he did not eat meat, and it was full of all kinds of bread, dried fruits, pickled vegetables, and so on.

He knew that there were no particularly rich products in this town, and these things were already a great idea, and the ascetic priests in this world had some habits, which were quite similar to the monks who traveled the world in Huigang's world. Devout believers also have the habit of making offerings to these ascetics, but most of them do not follow them.

The next day, Daro's mother and son, who had not had time to express their gratitude last night, came to the door of the straw hut, followed by many spectators who were watching the excitement and watching the freshness.

The monk was much better this time, and he repeatedly said that this was what he should do, and at the same time politely refused to see patients with stomach aches and sore arms, and politely sent them to see Old Jack.

It's just that when Daro's mother and son invited Hui Gang to live in their empty house on the edge of town, the monk hesitated and agreed.

When the monk settled down in the small room, Darrow politely asked the monk if he had any other requirements, and the monk hesitated. Daro, who is usually a little clever, was stunned, according to his little experience, those clergy in the church have an indescribable love for money, although it is also appropriate to give money to the life-saving benefactor, but the family's savings are really not much.

Just as Daro was thinking nonsense, the monk opened his mouth with some embarrassment:

"Can Lord Daroshi find a place for the poor monk to shave his hair? "The five aggregates of the monks are empty, and the monk is very unaccustomed to his current long beard and long hair.