The rivers and lakes have the rules of the rivers and lakes.

There is no sect in the martial arts in the world, anyone can practice whose kung fu, and the emperor takes turns to sit on the pile, so isn't it chaotic?

Emptiness has lived for a while, and it is the first time to hear such grotesque remarks, and these martial arts people behind the monk also feel absurd, this person will be born quite beautifully, why is his speech out of tune?

Even these soldiers of the Ming army and the martial arts people of the Chongzhen faction heard such fresh remarks for the first time.

"Donor, this is a strong word...... I'm afraid the donor is not an ordinary little general, you should be Chongzhen!"

The great monk finally recognized it, the young general in front of him has an extraordinary bearing, his eyes are deep, bright and unfathomable, and his internal cultivation is actually the realm of innate Dacheng, who else can there be if it is not Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty?

"Now that you recognize it, I'm here to learn your tricks."

Chongzhen said and threw the sword to Wang Chengen behind him.

Chongzhen knew that against a master like Emptiness, only a three-layer evil sword technique would not be useful, and he didn't plan to use the seven-star sword technique.

Since the monk was bare-handed, he didn't use weapons, so he used the superior eighteen palms of the dragon descending and the golden bell jar to deal with him, lest some people say that he is invincible.

At this time, Wang Jiantong of the Beggar Gang, Wang Shouyi, Mi Heng of the Wild Wolf Gang, Chen Hualong of the Heaven and Earth Sect and Lu Qing of Lujiazhuang also recognized Chongzhen.

This dog emperor is really mixed in the team, I hope the Shaolin monk can kill him, take out the evil anger in our chest, and avenge us for the hatred.

These villains' martial arts people stared at Chongzhen and couldn't help but grit their teeth.

"According to what this temple said, Your Majesty is noble, and his love for soldiers and people is exemplary, and the poor monks still have something to ask for before they start."

"Master has something to say, please tell me in person."

Chongzhen saw that the monk had lifted the Shaolin monk out of the house, and felt that the Zen master of the Shaolin Temple Luohan Temple was indeed a good monk.

"The Kunlun faction's lantern burning Taoist has been poisoned by this woman, and he can be cured and killed, can the emperor send a decree to save his life, so that the disciples of the Kunlun faction can thank His Majesty for his kindness."

"This evil way is vicious, and he is innocent of death. But since the master has opened Chrysostom, and the master of your temple has done something for me, I will save his life."

Chongzhen remembered that a few days ago in the capital, he had been upheld justice for both sides, knocked Li Zicheng's bamboo pole of 20 million taels of silver and 2,000 loads of grain, and gave the monk in front of him a few thin noodles.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."

The empty monk waited for Chongzhen's decree and asked Li Miniang to come up with the antidote.

But Chongzhen didn't do this, but called Wang Chengen closer and whispered a few words.

Wang Chengen was submissive, his fat face was tight, and he almost didn't laugh out loud, and after obeying the order, he hurriedly ordered someone to take a bag and find a horse manure for livestock.

This thing is wet and smells bad.

Then Chongzhen grabbed a handful of soil from the ground, sprinkled it on the dung ball, and then waved his palm, and after a gust of wind, the dung ball was condensed into a pill like a date.

Chongzhen waved his hand and said, "Take it and let the evil way be subdued."

Chongzhen's set of pharmaceutical techniques stunned everyone. Many people beat the drum in their hearts, can this thing work?

There are also people who can't help laughing.

At this time, Tang Wancai was also rescued.

Li Miniang still had blood marks on the corners of her mouth, but at this time, she laughed like a silver bell, thinking that the emperor was playing with the monks and Lao Dao.

The husband and wife think that the emperor is bad enough, and if you eat this thing, you can save this stinky Taoist, and the ghost will believe it!

Without the antidote of the old lady, if the stinky Taoist priest can live for half an hour, the nickname of the golden hook scorpion will be canceled!

Yang Wanli, the master of the inner hall who was standing with Wang Chengen, also looked at his teeth, and at that time he was injured by this mother-in-law's five-poisoned plum blossom needle, which was the antidote that Tang Xiandi got from her.

Otherwise, if the emperor let himself eat dung balls to heal his injuries like this, it would be really disgusting to death, the key is that can this detoxify?

"Your Majesty doesn't play tricks, does he?" The Void Monk was also a little incredulous.

Chongzhen sneered: "This is my home remedies, you can get good if you eat it, if you don't eat it, you will wait for death, and if you delay the poisonous gas to return to your heart, the gods will not be able to save him."

The monk couldn't hold the medicine, someone pried open the mouth of the person who lit the lamp, put the pill in his mouth, and he put it into his mouth, and then poured a few mouthfuls of water into him.

That is, after a dozen breaths, the person who burned the lamp opened his eyes, as if he had slept for a while, his complexion gradually returned to ruddy, and his pale color gradually receded.

It's just that his body is still very weak, and he can't use kung fu, and he can't shake out the poisonous needles in his body.

At this time, both decent villains regard Chongzhen as a demon-like existence.

Especially the Golden Hook Scorpion and Tang Wancai, Yang Wanli They know that this poisonous needle is very toxic, and the dung ball and loess can be cured?

It's simply unheard of.

There are even disciples of the Beggar Gang, the Wild Wolf Gang and the Heaven and Earth Sect, who are thinking in their hearts that they will pick up more dung balls when they go back, so as to prevent being injured by this golden hook scorpion and there is no medicine to save them.

The empty monk looked admiring, "Amitabha, Your Majesty is a true god, and the poor monk has thanked His Majesty for his life-saving grace."

"I don't care if I don't thank you or not, it's just that you tell the evil way, just don't help the abuse in the future."

"The poor monk has written it down, please ask Your Majesty to make a move. If the poor monk loses, he will return to Shaolin, and the Ming Dynasty and Dashun have nothing to do with the poor monk."

Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty Chongzhen