Guanyin stopped Tang Sanzang, who looked stunned, and waved his hand leisurely: "Don't get in the way, Wukong has been fighting hard for a long time, his body and mind have been tormented, and he has suffered extremely serious internal injuries, even if he is as strong as others, he should exceed the limit of what he can bear, and it is normal to faint." ”

Ao Bai asked Guanyin very strangely: "Bodhisattva, Bajie and Wujing went to look for you, why did you come alone?"

Guanyin narrowed his eyes, and explained with a smile: "Bajie is too tired, flying too slowly, Wujing is helping him to rest, my sitting lotus flies fast, so I came first." ”

Tang Sanzang touched his nose and said with disdain: "Bodhisattva, if you give Bajie a small pill, you can't get it, it's really picky." ”

Guanyin stretched his face, and snorted coldly with displeasure: "Cut, what do you know, you are too tired to eat Xiao Huandan, and you will not be able to make up for it." This method was repeatedly used during the wars of antiquity, and as a result, a large number of talents withered, which was really undesirable. ”

"Besides, my little Dan is not easy to come by, I need to pick a lot of herbs, and I have to wait for Taishang Laojun's Bagua Dan Furnace to be free before I can refine it. Bajie is not sick again, and it is a waste to eat. Come here, let me see if your broken arm is still cured. ”

Tang Sanzang touched his nose and was depressed, and when he heard that he was going to treat his hands, he hurriedly came over and let Guanyin check it. Guanyin leisurely looked at his smooth and slippery arm face, and teased with a smile: "Tang Sanzang, you are really not poisonous and not a husband, you can cut your arm like this, you are strong enough." ”

Tang Sanzang endured the pain and replied with a hippie smile: "Of course, this is not for the needs of the plot, no matter how painful it is, you have to cut it, so what, man, you have to be ruthless to yourself." ”

Guanyin said with a smile: "That's a good point, it's just that the cut is too smooth, and it will be troublesome to pick it up, and if you don't want to cut a few pieces of meat to make grooves, it won't look good." ”

Tang Sanzang was frightened, and immediately showed the little man's face, shook his head and said: "Don't, woo, Bodhisattva, you can't be like this, think of a way for me, if you want to make a mutilated one, how can I live?" Damn, it would have been good if I had known the skew point, it's all because Xiuning's Qingshuang Sword is too sharp, woo, Bodhisattva, you have to help me think of a way." ”

Seeing him look like a little man, Guanyin was so happy in his heart that he couldn't help laughing: "I didn't say that there is no way, do you need to be so excited? This Bodhisattva can put an iron ring on your broken hand to make a groove, connect the two severed hands, and then remove the iron ring after the hand is connected." Really, you underestimate the ability of this Bodhisattva, as long as your arm is not blown into powder, a small pick is not a piece of cake for this Bodhisattva. ”

"Alas, you don't have to stare at me like that, don't go, I'm kidding you, as for being so angry, if you go again, you won't be cured. As soon as the killer plan came out, Tang Sanzang, who had walked away, immediately ran back to Guanyin alive and looked at her with a flattering expression.

Soon, Guanyin applied Sanzang with ointment to rejuvenate muscles and bones, made an iron ring that matched the size of his arm, and connected Sanzang and the broken arm without deviation through the iron ring, making people seem to feel that there was only an iron ring on his arm, and nothing else.

Sanzang watched Guanyin skillfully butt the broken arm, and used a wireless magic needle to quickly connect the meridians at the cut point. During this time, he only felt the slightest coolness from the ointment applied to the affected area, and he didn't feel any pain, which made Tang Sanzang can't help but feel that Guanyin has been a nurse, hehe, this idea is really evil.

However, Sanzang didn't be happy for too long, and soon Guanyin was about to bleed the severed hand, and the belated pain was really like thousands of ants biting the gap in the broken arm, haunting and lingering like a nightmare, which made Tang Sanzang unexpected. The mountain wind hunted, on the empty White Tiger Ridge, there was a terrible scream intermittently, and its sound was majestic like a bell, which was enough to shock the world and cry ghosts and gods. Among them, there are still interruptions, probably because Tang Sanzang kept fainting in pain, and kept waking up in pain.

Ao Bai, who was guarding Sanzang's side, thought that he was not a timid person, but at this moment, listening to the master's miserable howl, he couldn't help but turn pale. Ao Bai was secretly glad that all he had suffered before was skin injuries, if he was like his master, even if the prince was not hurt to death, he would be scared to death.

However, Guanyin's explanation is that because Sanzang's arm has been broken for too long, the blood in it has clotted, so it needs to be bled out, otherwise as long as the blood in the arm is not bad, there is no problem with connecting it immediately.

Hearing this, Tang Sanzang was full of tears and condemned Guanyin for coming too late, otherwise he would not have suffered so much. Guanyin laughed when she heard this, no longer paying attention to his nonsense, and stretched her body, ready to bleed.

The process of bloodletting is fairly simple: Guanyin first makes five slightly larger openings on the five fingers of the severed hand, so that the coagulated blood clots can flow through these openings. Then Guanyin fed Sanzang a small pill, plus some pills to enhance the toughness of the meridians. After doing this, Guanyin pressed Sanzang's back and slowly urged the power to channel the blood on his body into the broken arm.

A steady stream of blood flowed through the meridians at the broken joint, slowly sending the coagulated blood clots in the severed hands to the gaps in the three Tibetan and five fingers, squeezing them out of the body. In the meantime, a large amount of blood was instantly passed through the meridians at the junction of the arm, causing these meridians to pulsate strongly, and with severe pain, they could not be slowed down towards Sanzang.

Guanyin pressed Sanzang's back, attracting him tightly like true qi, so that he could never escape. The pain was piercing, and it touched his heart, and Sanzang screamed loudly in pain, tears and cold sweat flowed down, and soon, his white single clothes were as wet as if they had been washed. Due to the extreme pain, Sanzang stomped on the ground with his feet to distract himself, and it was not long before the ground where he was trampled out of two deep pits, which showed how tragic the process of pushing blood was.

Because the pain was really unbearable, Tang Sanzang tried his best to pick on the problem in the treatment process of Guanyin: "Dead Guanyin, why are you pushing blood so slowly, why are you only opening such a small eye on my finger, the blood flows like squeezing toothpaste, when will it be finished?" I know, you are doing this to reduce blood flow, so that I can suffer a little more, you are so vicious." You, like Manjushri, are not a good thing, and you know that bullying an honest person like me is so hateful, woo woo, it hurts, it hurts me to death. ”

In the face of Sanzang's personal attack, Guanyin showed great tolerance, laughing and explaining: "Fool, the blood flow of your heart is so large, if you rashly speed up, the blood supply to the heart will not be able to keep up, resulting in an imbalance in the amount of blood in the body, and the sequelae of paralysis and hemiplegia will outweigh the losses." The finger is the very end of the arm, and of course it has to be bled there to be clean. You are really not kind, saying that Manjushri bullied you, I have no opinion, but this Bodhisattva helps you like this every time, and you blame me in turn, you really have no conscience. And there are no good things in your Sanzang Army, but the bad things are continuous, only a few months of work, this Bodhisattva has run back and forth several times, and I have to listen to your complaints, alas, it's sad to think about. ”

As soon as the words came out, Tang Sanzang was speechless, thinking about what Guanyin said seemed to be true, she did help the Sanzang Legion a lot, and I scolded her like this, which is indeed quite unkind. Thinking of this, Sanzang felt embarrassed to scold Guanyin again. Probably due to the pain and fatigue, his cry gradually turned into a hum, and finally there was no sound at all.

Guanyin shook his head and shouted anxiously: "Hey, Sanzang, why don't you scold, it's very cool to scold, it can distract your attention and reduce your pain." Well, this guy probably fainted, and it seems that this Bodhisattva is going to work harder. ”

So, poor Tang Sanzang woke up with a miserable howl again, and complained weakly: "Death Guanyin, aunt, you just let me faint, why do you have to toss me so much? Or you can give me some anesthetic, so that I don't feel pain." ”

Guanyin listened, shook his head and explained: "No, my anesthetic is too strong, your severed hand is no longer conscious, if you want to use anesthesia again, you may leave any sequelae, you better endure it." ”

The archmage had nothing to say, and he really had no choice but to faint again. In this way, Sanzang was "tortured" by Guanyin for half an hour before finally hearing Guanyin shout to stop.

Tang Sanzang let out a long sigh of relief, sighing his pain and misfortune with tears in his eyes. Guanyin laughed and reminded: "Don't be too complacent, like this, you have to change your blood seven times to get it." ”

As soon as he heard this, Tang Sanzang's eyes suddenly rolled and he fainted, so anxious that Ao Bai hurriedly came over to help, and looked at Guanyin with a sweaty face. Guanyin waved his hand again and again, and chuckled: "It's okay, it's okay, it's probably scared, good guy, it's really getting more and more intimidating." Ao Bai looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva with an unserious face speechlessly, and he couldn't laugh or cry.