By the time Lu Feng woke up, the monks had already lit a bonfire, set up a fire pit and a copper stove, and increased the heat in the night to prevent the people who were drenched in the rain from freezing to death in the long cold night.

Lu Feng's ghee lamp slowly emitted light, illuminating the room.

Whether it was Zamaru or Vajra Bell, the conch was emitting a slight sound, protecting and blessing Lu Feng.

On his Gabala rosary, every word exuded a faint rhyme of compassion, and the rhyme had not left a single trace on Lu Feng's body.

There are also people making butter tea in the kitchen next to them, and the smell of medicinal soup comes from not far away, and several yellow-clothed attendant monks are throwing medicinal herbs into a pot to boil, all of which are strong tiger and wolf medicines, and the taste is very choking.

Those medical monks all did this way when they prescribed prescriptions, which made Lu Feng think of a story he had heard before.

This is the origin of the so-called Mongolian doctor.

The title of Mongolian doctor is associated with quack doctors, which is said to have come from the imperial city of the Qing Dynasty, and it is said that Mongolian doctors are quack doctors with second-rate medical skills.

This is the Qing Dynasty at that time the people of the imperial city misunderstood the Mongolian doctor, the Mongolian doctor itself is a must to treat bruises, not only to see people, but also to see horses is a good means. Not to mention that they are treating people on the grassland, and it is impossible to treat people every day, so Mongolian doctors generally give people strong medicine to ensure that one stick is effective.

As for what will happen later, at most it is some sequelae, compared with life and death, the sequelae are trivial, and then the Mongolian doctor came to the imperial city, to see the residents, these residents have no horses and sheep, and they can't run away, the Mongolian doctor also used the old prescription to treat the disease, some of the means are also a little excessive, as a result, some people can't tolerate the medicine, so the title of the Mongolian doctor came out, saying that the Mongolian doctor is a quack.

It's the same in the tantric realm.

First beg to live, and then ask for others, today this patch is under the stomach, to survive is the blessing of the master, if you can't survive, it is naturally your destiny should be like this, there is no reason to force it, those medical monks are so healing and saving people, no one feels inappropriate.

Lu Feng didn't have to struggle to get up, he felt that his whole body was still full of vitality, and he had endless strength, this was the benefit of the consummation of divine power.

He sat down cross-legged in high spirits, and saw that Elder Mingli's monk's clothes had not been wet, and Lu Feng repented to his master, and did not protect the scriptures he gave, nor did he protect the Buddha treasures, so he asked the master to punish him.

Elder Mingli stumbled and sat down, not blaming him, he said that none of this had anything to do with Lu Feng.

Lu Feng saw that they were on the second floor of the watchtower, I don't know where the watchtower is, and I don't know how long it has been, but I don't think it's been too long.

The guide monk also stuffed some medicinal herbs and a group into a dumpling, and I don't know what kind of famous oil items were stuffed into the incense burner in front of him.

Ignite this thing with the flame of simmering mulberry and quickly close the lid of the incense burner!

The smoke from this incense burner is a messenger of communication between man and the gods, and some gods and witches rely on this object so much that they inhale it into their abdomen, and the monks begin to hexagrams.

Lu Feng took his eyes away from the guide monk who was playing hexagrams, and looked at Zhiyuan monk again, Zhiyuan monk's brush was very good, the paper on which he wrote the scriptures was exactly the same as what Lu Feng saw, and the paper that read the secret!

Beside him, there were several attendant monks proofreading for him, and everyone seemed to be very busy, and Elder Mingli said, since Yongzhen had woken up, he would go and distribute the medicinal soup, count the number of people, and take Zhava and the others to inspect the surroundings.

Lu Feng bowed again and again before going down from the watchtower.

Someone was reciting sutras upstairs, sometimes high and sometimes low, and the low voice made it impossible to remember which senior brother it was.

When going down from the watchtower, Lu Feng saw a group of people kneeling in front of the watchtower, it was Zhawa who was waiting for him to pray in front of the sunrise temple, these people were kneeling on the ground at the moment, I don't know how long they knelt for a long time, they kept praying for him, and the mouth was reciting the "six-character mantra".

The clothes on Lu Feng's body are also dry, their clothes are all attached to their bodies, their cold lips are white at the moment, shivering, it looks like they may freeze to death here at any time, the night of the secret law domain is not a joke.

"Get up."

Lu Feng said, he lit a bonfire in the courtyard, and asked Zhava and others to gather around the bonfire, and those people knelt down again, thanking the Bodhisattva for bringing back the master, Lu Feng also folded his hands slightly, waiting for the boiled medicinal soup upstairs to arrive, asked them to drink the medicinal soup, and asked where this was.

Zhava said that this is the abandoned Ula Station, Lu Feng looked out, this is a very common secret law domain building in the Northland, first of all, the watchtower behind him, is a three-story watchtower, the stairs are very steep, the windows are very small, it should have been painted before, but no one has painted on it in recent years, and the original color can no longer be seen clearly.

Lu Feng asked them to dry their clothes first, and he walked around here with a medicine monk, a wooden barrel containing the medicine, and a horse spoon, and told everyone who survived to drink this fierce medicine.

This Ula station is not small, at least Lu Feng saw an abandoned stable behind this watchtower, and the rescued pack horse was also in it at the moment, Lu Feng counted it and found that it was not much less.

However, there are many fewer attendants and monks, but it is much better than the annihilation of the whole army as Lu Feng imagined, and it can even be said cruelly, there have never been many fewer people, turning around from this side, I saw the entrance of an underground warehouse, opened it and took a look, and found that it was very clean and there was nothing.

Then I walked along the front, came to the watchtower, and saw the gate.

The gate has long been rotten and rotten, and the same is true of the small door of the watchtower, after Lu Feng took the spell and circled it, he asked what happened after that.

Zarva said that the Bodhisattva blessed that it was the Guru who led away the "Empty Mother" behind her, and the "Empty Mother" chased the Guru away and soon disappeared.

Nor did they leave them behind.

As for those who turned into "treacherous chapas", they were naturally surrendered by the teachers who stayed behind, and there was no trace of them.

When Lu Feng heard this, he nodded slightly, and prayed for everyone after chanting.

In fact, there is a disturbing conjecture in my heart.

He thought it was a celestial phenomenon—but after Elder Mingli took him away, the last celestial phenomenon that Elder Mingli had to treat solemnly also went with them.

It didn't sound like an accident and more like it was coming to him or Elder Mingli.

And Lu Feng knew very well that what Zhiyuan monk was writing must be a secret text, which was written on the scriptures and passed down from what he saw and heard today.

Then the question is, in this situation today, is Elder Mingli's face bigger, or is his face bigger?

Lu Feng didn't know.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves came from outside, empty and melodious.

When Lu Feng stood up, he saw a figure, hidden in the middle of light and darkness, and the cowhide boots full of dirt under his feet were exposed in the sunlight, revealing the imprint of the Endless White Pagoda Temple.

Lu Feng bowed his head.

The cowhide boots were exactly the same as the ones he was wearing.

Who's outside the door?

Lu Feng immediately thought of the Zhiquan monk who came to explore the road separately from them in the wind and rain in front of him.

Did he arrive?