When the four of them turned back to the front door, they happened to meet Zen Master Huizhi who had come to heal. The Zen master was dressed in plain Buddha clothes, followed by a little monk Wujing, who carried a medicine box on his body.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" asked Huizhi curiously.

Lai Hela bowed hastily to Hui Zhi: "Zen Master, you are just in time, please come with me!" After speaking, he led the Zen Master into the room.

The three mousses hurried to the bedside and saw a person on the bed covered by a quilt with his head, and the man was lying motionless on the bed. The atmosphere suddenly cooled down, and no one dared to lift the quilt to take a look, they were not afraid of death, but afraid of facing such consequences.

The driver saw that no one reached out at the head of the bed now, gritted his teeth in his heart, and lifted the quilt with his hand, and it was Da Mousse's body lying under the quilt. A group of mousses looked at Da Mousse nervously and cautiously, Da Mousse's face was serene, he lay firmly on the bed quietly, the wound on his forehead was bandaged tightly, and a yellow handkerchief was strangely tied around his neck.

After the driver lifted the quilt, he shrank smartly, swooped behind Huizhi, and then looked at Da Mousse's body from the crack in horror.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little weird, Hui Zhi coughed lightly and asked, "Which of you is Laihela?"

"Oh" Lai Hela was clicked, and suddenly came to his senses: "Zen Master Huizhi, I am!"

"I see that in the list proposed by Da Mousse, you are the team leader?"

"Exactly!"

"You tell me what's going on here?" said Hui Zhi in an irrefutable tone.

"It's... This... I don't know!" Lai Hela dared to talk nonsense, he looked around for the driver, and pulled him out: "He told me, Zen Master, you ask him!"

Hui Zhi didn't speak, he stood straight on the ground, his figure of less than one meter six revealing a kind of majesty, like a nail nailed to the ground. He didn't ask the driver again, just looked at him solemnly.

The driver wiped the sweat from his head and said carelessly, "I... I don't know, but I can see it vaguely..."

"What do you see?" asked Hui Zhi as he looked at the driver with sharp eyes.

"See... I saw that Da Mousse was strangled to death!" the driver said with a slightly trembling voice.

"What?" Huizhi's face changed abruptly, his body shook slightly, and he hurried to the side of the bed, and his probing hand was about to smell the snort of Da Mousse, and was tightly grasped by a sudden pair of hands next to him.

Several mousses, including the driver and the medicine boy, were all frightened and exclaimed, only Huizhi was as steady as Mount Tai.

"You... Are you alright!" Huizhi asked in a calm and concerned voice.

"How can I be fine," Da Mousse on the bed slowly opened his godless eyes, and his eyes were not on Huizhi's body, but scattered in the sky outside the roof: "I was hit with a brick by your Ninth Living Buddha, do you say I should be okay or okay!"

Huizhi detached his arm from Da Musi's hand and said a Buddha name to him: "Mida Buddha, Da Musi is fine, the poor monk has apologized to you on behalf of the family teacher!"

After Da Mousse's hand was broken free, he didn't seem to use any force, and smashed on the bed board with a "bang", Huizhi who listened to it frowned, looked at Da Mousse cautiously and said: "The poor monk is here to take a look at the injury for you, and he has specially prepared a black jade intermittent ointment, and Mingguang Compound Powder will treat your injury!"

There are words in this, what is Huizhi's identity? He is the second person in the Divine Sect today, and he has 'come to heal' his injuries, what a great honor it must be! And the black jade intermittent ointment is a miracle medicine for bone renewal, and Mingguang Compound Powder is a miracle medicine for trauma, and the two medicines have always been only available in Tantra, and this time he brought both medicines together, and the posture was sufficient, just to give Da Mousse a step down!

That's right, Tantra hurts someone, and it has to give the injured person a step for him to accept when he sees it. This is the first tantric sect of the Divine Sect!

But it's not a big mousse on the bed, so he won't take it when he sees it!

"Zen Master Huizhi is such a big shelf! You came here, and you came here! I didn't invite you to come!" Da Mousse's tone was full of disdain and anger.

This kind of scoundrel scene happened between young people in their twenties and thirties, and it is forgivable, but Da Mousse is at least fifty or sixty years old now, but compared to this wisdom, he is only a fraction, if the two old men are here, you sarcastically say a word, I stab a sentence, it is too unusual. In addition, Huizhi is more famous than Da Mousse and has more face, so he doesn't want to quarrel with Da Mousse, but being ridiculed by others and putting it on anyone is uncomfortable, so his old face is more and more difficult to look at!

Wujing next to him saw that Zen Master Taishang didn't speak, only lowered his head, and couldn't help but Da Musi's words became more and more mean, so he scolded: "That old man, it's a blessing that my Zen master can come to treat your injuries in your ninth life, and you don't inquire about when my Zen Master Taishang has seen others sick?"

This is like scolding the street, if it is put in the mouth of a scoundrel and a pungent thug, it is normal, but if it is said by a monk who eats fasting and recites the Buddha's precepts and abstains from anger, the taste is very different!

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

One of these two voices was spoken by Huizhi, and the other was spoken by Rahla.

Huizhi took the lead and said to Wujing: "Have you forgotten the eight precepts of the Buddhist disciples, leave the medicine box behind, and find you to receive a staff twenty from Uncle Yuantong!"

"Taishang Zen Master!" Wujing was so frightened that he cried, after all, he was also a child, how could he not be afraid of beating?

"Get out!" exclaimed Huizhi.

Lai Hela saw that Huizhi had already dealt with the little monk, so it was difficult to say anything more.

At this time, Da Mousse on the bed spoke: "Huizhi Zen Master's strictness of the precepts of his subordinate monks is obvious to everyone, cough cough!" Da Mousse coughed and then said, "Why don't you 'come here' to take the punishment?"

Wujing scolded in his heart, this old grandson!

The meaning of the big mousse is to let Huizhi personally fight the enlightenment, and the severity of the blow is to reflect the looseness of your requirements for the precepts of your disciples, and if you dare to hit lightly, I will dare to say that you are protecting your shortcomings! This is a semi-threatening way of speaking.

Huizhi thought to himself, when did this big mousse become so bold!

Da Musi lay on the bed and couldn't hear Huizhi speak, so he said again: "You leave the medicine box and get busy!"

Zen Master Huizhi's mouth opened and closed, closed and opened, and finally said: "You have a good rest, I will give you an explanation!" After speaking, a determined look appeared on his face, and he took off the medicine box on Wujing's body and put it at the head of the bed with one hand, and then turned his head and walked out without saying a word, and Wujing could only trot behind.

After about ten minutes, the big mousse on the bed beckoned an arm, and asked a little weakly and oldly, "Who said I was strangled to death just now?"

Several Mousses hurriedly grabbed the driver who wanted to escape, pushed him to the head of Da Mousse's bed and said, "It's Lao Liang!"

"You go out first, I have something to ask him, remember, don't peek!"

"It's Big Mousse!" a few mousses stepped back and closed the door.

"You said I was strangled to death?" said Big Mousse's voice was a little hollow.

The driver was already scared and unhuman, "I... I'm talking nonsense, I'm wrong!"

"Who did you see killed me?"

"I see that Zaid strangled you!"

"Oh, look at me!" said the big mousse who was put on, and got up from the bed, and without the process of sitting, he went straight from lying down to standing up.

The driver was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, and pointed to Da Mousse tremblingly and asked, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

"I, hehe!" Although Da Mousse was laughing, his expression was wooden, and he didn't smile at all, and said, "I'm both a human and a ghost!"

"Oh," the driver saw the back of Big Mousse's head and turned around in fright.

The back of Da Mousse's head was originally where the hair was, and there was a human face, and the human face was smiling very weirdly at this time.

"Where are you going?" said Da Mousse's back of the head, Wang Wang's face.