When they saw Puhang's slowly recovering face, they were all stunned and speechless.

"It's... Is there really such a miraculous medical skill in this world? ”

"Yes, in just a few moments, you can save a dying person, this is no longer a medical skill, it is a miracle!"

Among the monks, the most exaggerated performance is the old monk named Fuxian.

The old monk was holding his already few white beards, and his two eyes seemed to be protruding.

"Incredible, incredible!"

He kept babbling.

Then, looking at Lin Fan's gaze, there was a touch of fanaticism.

The old monk Fuxian is different from Pudu, he does not have any desire to compete for fame and fortune, and has spent half his life studying healing and saving people.

It can be said that the reason why Lanruo Temple can have such a good reputation among the people within a radius of 100 miles.

Most of them are because of Fuxian.

Moreover, because he didn't pay attention to the mundane world, he didn't participate in the trial of Lanruo Temple this time.

Before the trial, he also tried to persuade the monks in the temple not to act rashly.

It's just that he is an elder who doesn't take care of things on weekdays, and naturally no one in the monks listens to him.

As he spoke, Fuxian walked directly to Lin Fan and made a move that no one expected.

He knelt down directly towards Lin Fan, and shouted in his mouth: "Master is above, please accept the disciple's worship!" ”

What?!

The monks of Lanruo Temple looked at each other, almost unable to believe their eyes.

As an elder of the highly respected ordinary generation in the temple, he actually wants to worship a milky hairy boy as a master?

Seeing this scene, many monks behind Fuxian all changed their complexions, and stepped forward to dissuade them: "Uncle Fuxian, you have to think twice!" ”

Unexpectedly, Fuxian ignored the dissuasion of the monks at all, but looked fanatical.

"There is a precedence in hearing the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art industry. This benefactor's attainments in medical skills are far better than mine, so why can't I worship him as a teacher?! ”

Speaking of this, Fuxian sighed lightly, as if he was laughing at himself and as if he was sighing.

"I think I have devoted myself to studying medicine for decades, and even my younger life is not as good as me, and my medical skills are far superior to me, so I should humbly ask for advice!"

Speaking of this, Fuxian directly kowtowed three times respectfully to Lin Fan, and shouted in his mouth: "Please accept the disciple from the master!" ”

When Lin Fan heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, his eyes fell on Fuxian's face, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Old monk, this son is walking the path of Taoism and inaction, pure and comfortable, are you willing to give up the position of the elder of Lanruo Temple and take refuge in Taoism with this son?"

This!

Hearing this, not only the monks in Lanruo Temple changed their faces.

Even Fugen himself had a hesitation on his face.

Indeed, he grew up in Lanruo Temple since he was a child, how could he abandon this place where he was raised.

However, just when Fuxian was entangled, the Puhang host on the bed suddenly coughed lightly, and then slowly opened his eyes.

This scene changed so that none of the monks in the room expected it.

Among them, it also includes the deputy host Purdue.

Pudu looked at the abbot who woke up, and his face immediately turned the color of pork liver.

There was a monstrous wave in his heart, and almost subconsciously, he wanted to slip out.

Not to mention, everyone is paying attention to Abbot Puhang right now, and there are really few people around who notice that he wants to slip away.

The only thing I noticed was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy.

"Stop, where do you want to go!"

Just as Purdue stepped out of the door, about to slip away, a young man's soft drink rang out behind him.

Pudu's face changed abruptly, and he couldn't care about it so much.

He knew that if the abbot Puhang woke up, it would be all over.

At that time, even if he wanted to escape, he would not be able to do so.

Thinking of this, his heart was crossed, and he smashed a vicious punch into the young man's head.

He thought to himself that his martial arts were low.

Even, when it comes to real skills, he can't even beat a single worry.

can grasp Yiwu to judge, or rely on Yiwu to have no heart to resist at all, and can't bear to hurt his peers.

But in front of him, this little point, can he still beat it?

Just kidding, if he really can't beat it, he will live to be a dog for most of his life.

However, to Purdue's horror, in fact, he really couldn't beat the half-sized kid in front of him.

When Long Er showed his intention to slip away from Pudu's face, he was secretly on guard.

Seeing the other party punch over, he didn't think about it, and also punched over.

Click!

Suddenly.

A clear sound of bones shattering could be heard in the room.

Purdue, on the other hand, hugged his wrist and lay directly on the ground, wailing.

Xiao Long'er raised his head disdainfully, stepped forward and said to Lin Fan: "Uncle Lin, this old monk is not honest, he wants to run, but he has been caught by me." ”

Lin Fan nodded lightly, feeling in his heart that Long Er really deserved to be a person with luck.

After the storm world passed, he was the protagonist who inherited the fortune of the world.

At the moment, he is only a teenager, and his strength is faintly catching up with his father Tengenil.

I believe that it won't be long before he will surpass the previous Dugu Sword and become a new generation of Sword Saints.

Lin Fan also watched Long'er grow up, praised him a few words, and asked him to bring Pudu over.

"Monk Puhang, I healed your injuries, and I also arrested the traitor for you, you owe me a lot of favors this time!"

Leaning on the bed, Pu Hang, who couldn't move yet, smiled bitterly.

"City Lord Lin doesn't want to make fun of the old man, after this experience, the old man can be regarded as having figured out that the human heart is the most unpredictable thing in this world."

Speaking of this, Puhang couldn't stand the injuries in his body, and couldn't help but cough violently again.

Beside him, Yi Yu hurriedly stepped forward and patted him on the back, and persuaded with a sad face: "Master, you don't have to pay attention to these troubles, just take a good rest and recuperate." ”

Pu Hang waved his hand, and his eyes fell on Pu Du, who was rolling on the ground.

"Senior Brother Pudu, Senior Brother only asks you, why did you do this?"

When Pudu heard this, he endured the pain of broken bones in his hands, looked at the monk with hatred, and scolded:

"Why? You still ask me why? I asked myself that for more than 20 years, I have been fighting diligently, not daring to slack off in the slightest, and I have also taken care of this huge Lanruo Temple in an orderly manner. ”

"But at the end of the day? You still have to pass on the position of host to Yiwu, you haven't considered me at all! ”

When Pu Hang heard this, he couldn't help but feel a sweet throat, and another mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the monks present all changed greatly.

At the same time, they finally understood.

Pudu is the inner ghost in the Lanruo Temple, colluding with outsiders to harm their abbot.