"Master Sanqing, Jade Emperor, if the Buddha doesn't have it, but do you want to have an ugly old Taoist?" The lazy voice came from behind Ma Rulong, making Ma Rulong's face appear happy to hear the sound of nature, and the change in his face made the professional artists of Shuzhong Sichuan Opera feel a little ashamed.

"No, no, no, you are my Sanqing Ancestor and Jade Emperor. "Ma Rulong was about to jump up happily, and for a while, he was very sad and was entangled with a few "vines", and his smiling face became a weeping and frightened appearance again, coupled with the sludge on his face that was contaminated at some point, he was like a monkey crying and laughing.

"Help, Pure Altar Daoist, Master Zu, Jade Emperor, help me!" Ma Rulong's hoarse scream resounded in this space.

"Stinky boy!" The old Taoist priest of Jingtan came out of the jungle, looked at Ma Rulong's embarrassed appearance, muttered and cursed in his mouth, picked up the tattered cloth shoes under his feet, waved the tattered cloth shoes like swatting flies, and slapped towards the snakes, including Ma Rulong in Ma Rulong's horrified eyes.

"Let's go!" Ma Rulong watched a huge shadow exactly like the tattered cloth shoe change towards him, and then heard a series of tooth-souring flesh and blood popping sounds, and all the "vines" wrapped around his body were scattered on the ground.

"Hey, hey. The old Taoist priest of Jingtan smiled lewdly, put the tattered cloth shoes on his hands and put them on his feet, and scratched the two toes that showed out of the front of the cloth shoes, "Stinky boy, old Taoist, I saved your life, don't you invite me to drink two cups?" Ma Rulong, who was full of yellow teeth, was dizzy for a while.

"Let's not talk about this yet, we want to say something else. Ma Rulong ignored the words hinted by the old Taoist priest of Jingtan, pointed to an obvious blood stain on his thigh and asked, "Do you have an antidote, the antidote to snake venom, I feel a little dizzy now." ”

After Ma Rulong finished speaking, his face showed an abnormal flush, and he rolled his eyes and swayed.

"Hey, poisoned?" The old Taoist priest of Jingtan tore Ma Rulong's pants regardless of it, looking so hungry and thirsty, but Ma Rulong under him was like a cowardly chicken at the moment, unable to struggle and resist, and could only watch his pants being torn to pieces by the old Taoist priest of Jingtan.

The cloth flew horizontally, revealing Ma Rulong's white and tender thighs, and a black-purple pustule appeared on it at this moment, and this pustule was slowly expanding, and a black line slowly moved along Ma Rulong's thighs like an ant column returning to the nest.

"Uncle, is there a cure?" Ma Rulong looked at the old Taoist priest of Jingtan with a pair of eager eyes, this was his only hope.

"Yes!" Under Ma Rulong's happy eyes, the old Taoist priest of Jingtan said another sentence, "You wait for me for a quarter of an hour, I will go and find the two mothers and daughters, you can still be saved!"

"A quarter of an hour!" As if to return to the light, Ma Rulong roared out his anger, "A quarter of an hour, are you joking with me? It's better to dig a pit for you for half an hour and bury me faster!"

This sentence seemed to be not only Ma Rulong's anger, but also the oxygen in his chest was released, and now Ma Rulong's state was as if he was drunk and deprived of oxygen, but he still knew that his life was on the line.

"What you said is not unreasonable, by the way, I can also help you with the bald donkey on the passenger ship. Unexpectedly, the old Taoist priest of Jingtan touched his chin with the hand that picked out his toes, and said in a pondering way, his eyes drifting around, as if it was easier to dig a pit in that position.

The follow-up situation, Ma Rulong is not very clear, because he has simply fallen to the ground and does not know what to do.

However, Ma Rulong fainted quickly, woke up faster, and when he opened his eyes, Ma Rulong himself was still lying in place, and before he had time to confirm whether he was in the yang or the underworld, Ma Rulong saw the old Taoist priest of Jingtan smiling fiercely, holding a black mud pill in his hand and putting it in his mouth.

Ma Rulong didn't have time to ask what was going on, and his subconscious reaction was to slap the hand of the old Taoist priest of the Pure Altar away!

"What are you doing, do you think you are the beggar monk with broken shoes and hats?" Ma Rulong said in a panic, the more he looked at the jet-black mud pill, the more it looked like this guy had rubbed it off his body that had not bathed for several years.

Thinking of this, Ma Rulong wanted to vomit like a pregnant woman's pregnancy reaction, tilted his head, and unexpectedly found that he had a few silver needles in his chest, desperately guarding the last line of defense of the heart, preventing the black line from rushing into his heart.

"See, understood, not a bad stinky boy. The old Taoist priest of Jingtan didn't care about Ma Rulong's unreasonableness towards him, and waved his finger and pointed to a few silver needles on Ma Rulong's chest, "If you don't have these silver needles of Daoye, you kid can still see Daoye's face?

Ma Rulong scratched his head, and supported his right hand to flick the silver needle on his chest a few times, and there was always an unbearable itch in this position.

This time, it was the turn of the old Taoist priest of Jingtan to slap Ma Rulong's hand away, and almost didn't break Ma Rulong's cheap right hand, "What are you touching, it's not looking for death, if you want to die, run to another place to die, don't hang and jump into the river or something on the land in southern Xinjiang, it's unlucky." ”

Ma Rulong trembled his lips and didn't dare to speak anymore, he clearly heard a crisp sound of broken bones on his right wrist just now, and then now he felt as if he had become a one-armed hero, and that position had no response.

Ma Rulong cautiously raised his eyelids and looked at the old Taoist priest of Jingtan who was sitting on the ground with him, only to find that the old Taoist priest of Jingtan had lost his rare hippie smile at the moment.

At this moment, the smile on the face of the old Taoist priest of Jingtan instantly turned into a stern anger, and the obscene mustache on his chin stood up like a morning erection at this moment, like a black needle, exuding endless deterrence and anger.

This is really the appearance of the Buddha's angry King Kong, at this moment, Ma Rulong seemed to see the age spots on the face of this old Taoist priest dissipate past, the muscles of the cheekbones erupted, and the body bent like a shrimp was like a strong bow that was pulled to the full string, accumulating terrifying power, and the next moment it seemed to be about to explode.

It's a pity that the old Taoist priest of the Pure Altar still couldn't break out, and the reason was naturally the white line that cut horizontally on the horizon. After the line of heaven passed, the face of the old Taoist priest of Jingtan was even more mellow than Ma Rulong's previous face-changing technique, and his round angry eyes changed back to the muddy and obscene appearance before.

Ma Rulong was suddenly like a dream, and was stimulated by the sudden pain in his wrist, this time it was really snot and tears that hurt together, and his face turned from white to red and then purple and then continued to change, enough to become a rainbow.

"You, you, what are you doing, it's not me who wants to kill your apprentice..."Ma Rulong looked at the old Taoist priest of Jingtan with a crying voice, holding his right hand that was broken bones, as if kneading mud balls, rubbing them indiscriminately, like a child has found a novel toy.

"It hurts. The old Taoist priest of Jingtan asked kindly with half-open eyes and a kind smile on his obscene face.

"It hurts, it hurts a lot. In order to strengthen his tone, Ma Rulong nodded and said, "It hurts very much." ”

"That's easy, look at me. The old Taoist priest of Jingtan turned into a healer's pity for the world on his face, his big sleeves fluttered, and he pulled out a silver needle from his chest and pierced Ma Rulong's right arm at a speed that Ma Rulong couldn't see with the naked eye, "Isn't it better now?"

Before Ma Rulong could react, he subconsciously felt a little more comfortable and nodded.

"Do you want to be more comfortable?" the old Taoist priest of Jingtan continued to ask amiably.

"Hmm..." Ma Rulong's chin just lifted up and he realized that something was wrong, his hands were comfortable, and his chest seemed to be a little stuffy, "No..."

It's a pity that the hand speed of a person who practices martial arts is no less than that of an otaku, not to mention the old Taoist priest of Jingtan who has been single for decades. Ma Rulong only felt a slight itch in his chest, and the pain in his hands was relieved a little, but he wanted to vomit very much.

"Does it still hurt?" The old Taoist priest of Jingtan seemed to be possessed by Ma Rulong's parents at this moment, and looked at Ma Rulong with concern and asked carefully, the scene was touching, if it weren't for Ma Rulong's face that was soaked in poisonous gas and turned green.

"No, it doesn't hurt anymore, it's better to stick the needle back in my chest. "Ma Rulong is really going to cry this time, there was originally no needle on his chest to show the appearance of a pentagonal appearance to protect his heart, but now the bottom is protected, but the top is lost.

"It really doesn't hurt anymore?" the old Taoist priest of Jingtan continued to ask with concern, his right hand was once again placed on the silver needle on Ma Rulong's chest, and his eyes were deep.

"Really, it really doesn't hurt anymore, Dao Master, Dao Ancestor. If Ma Rulong can do it now, he must kneel down for the unscrupulous old Taoist priest of Jingtan, and he has once again found the feeling of being fluttering and out of his body.

"Alas, I said it earlier, it's a shame that I care about you so much. Seeing that Ma Rulong was finally completely convinced, the old Taoist priest of Jingtan took out a handful of silver needles from his arms, ignoring Ma Rulong's resentful eyes and making up the five needles on his chest.

"Let's go. After doing all this, the old Taoist priest of Jingtan patted his ass and stood up and said to Ma Rulong, "Let's go, go find an antidote for you." ”

"Hmm. Ma Rulong stood up with a cower like a little daughter-in-law, and fell to the ground again.

"Ahh

"I'm sorry. The old Taoist priest of Jingtan shrunk and smiled, and re-pierced Ma Rulong, but the position was slightly different.

In this way, Jingtan walked in front, Ma Rulong followed behind his buttocks, his legs trembled, and his voice was like nothing.

"Master Dao, I've heard that there is a needle prick method that stimulates the potential with extreme pain, and I think I may not need it very much. ”

"Ah, yes, hahaha..."