Facing the question of the wooden fork envoy, the monk did not show a panicked look, but nodded and said with a slight smile: "Sick people can naturally be cured, but those who are not sick cannot be cured by poor monks." ”

The monk glanced at the wooden fork messenger seriously, and then smiled: "Donor, you are refreshed, your steps are vigorous, your words are full of energy, and your body is obviously extremely healthy. The poor monk looks at your weather, and I am afraid that you will not be infected in the next twenty years. ”

Hearing such high praise from the holy monk, the people of Chenjiazhuang unconsciously cast envious eyes.

"It's good to be young, it's really jealous. ”

"That's right, the young man is young, and at first glance he is a tough person. ”

"It's strange, a person who is not sick or in pain, he is so dignified, he has nothing to do when he is full, what is the queue?"

Facing the questions of passers-by, the wooden fork messenger also panicked, and the monk in front of him smiled more and more brightly: "If you are okay, donor, this holy water can not be given to you casually, please move elsewhere." Alright, next!"

Xuanzang stretched out and shouted to the next one, which frightened the wooden fork messenger's face changed greatly, and he became anxious in a panic, and slammed his palm at his right leg.

Only a click was heard, and the thigh bones of the wooden fork messenger made a crisp cracking sound, and the wooden fork messenger grinned in pain.

"Holy monk, I can't hide it, my thigh bone is broken, please help me heal it. The wooden fork messenger looked pained.

Xuanzang took a deep breath, then looked at the wooden fork messenger with a shocked face, and said in his heart, this guy is really ruthless.

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for being a dead persecutor of the wooden fork messenger, rewarding experience points +30!"

Huh?

Xuanzang's face was overjoyed, and then he beckoned to the wooden fork messenger, and said with a slight smile: "Come, show the poor monk." ”

The wooden fork messenger sneered and moved his broken thigh over.

Xuanzang pinched the broken leg of the wooden fork messenger hard, and said with a concerned face: "Donor, the bones of your leg are almost all broken, are you already unconscious?"

"That's right, I don't feel it at all, please ask the holy monk to deal with it!"

The wooden fork messenger was quite proud, and said in his heart, you quack, Lao Tzu is just a broken leg, and he is not paralyzed, how can he be unconscious. I'll just watch you quietly and see how you go on.

"It's embarrassing. Xuanzang sighed, then slowly pulled out a two-hundred-pound hammer from the side, and walked over with a smile on his face.

"Holy Monk, what are you doing?" the wooden fork messenger felt that something was not right, and quickly stood up in shock.

But he was pressed hard by Xuanzang and sat back.

"It's nothing, since there is no consciousness, it is better to treat. ”

Xuanzang smiled at the wooden fork messenger, and then raised the huge hammer and continued to sigh.

Wait, what is this dead demon monk going to do? Could it be that he was going to ...... Just hammer me, right?

The wooden fork messenger gasped and panicked.

"Panic what, close your eyes, and soon get better. Xuanzang's smile was even stronger at this time, and he said: "Young man, break and then stand, if you don't break it, you don't know this?"

Break your uncle, this immortal doesn't want to be hammered by you!

The wooden fork messenger struggled to escape from Tang Sanzang's clutches, but Tang Sanzang was faster than anyone else, only to see him swing his hammer with a roar of anger and smash it into the wooden fork messenger's leg.

There was a click, and the crisper sound was like a thunderclap on the ground, and it suddenly exploded on the spot.

The wooden fork messenger, who had just walked two steps struggling, instantly knelt on the ground, holding his broken leg and crying in pain.

"Look, aren't you regaining consciousness? This is the first step in treatment, and it seems that the effect is very significant. Congratulations!" Xuanzang's smile became even stronger.

"It is worthy of a holy monk, and it is a fairy method to restore consciousness to the patient with a hammer. ”

"Holy monk, I have been feeling in my right shoulder a lot lately, so please come and hammer me quickly. ”

"Holy monk, leave him alone, hammer me first!"

"Hammer me, hammer me!

Many people in Chenjiazhuang shouted at Xuanzang, and after hearing this, the wooden fork messenger wanted to cry even more without tears, and was depressed and didn't know where to say.

Sick, you guys!

Lao Tzu recruited whoever provoked whom, and his leg was broken for no reason!

Are you guys gloating?!

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for being the dog leg of the Death Hammer Broken Wooden Fork Messenger, rewarding experience points +50!"

Xuanzang smiled slightly, then filled a bowl of holy water from the iron pot, and smiled: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, your disease can be prevented and controlled, and it can be cured." As long as you take the bowl of holy water of the poor monk, even if you are infertile, you can ensure that the medicine can cure the disease. ”

The wooden fork messenger rolled his eyes, his heart can be prevented and controlled, your sister, Lao Tzu was broken by you, you are still embarrassed to say cool words!

And what the hell is infertility? Can you have a little bottom line?

However, when the words came to his mouth, the wooden fork messenger smiled and said: "Thank you to the holy monk for the holy water, I will drink it immediately, I believe that the holy monk's wonderful hand rejuvenation will definitely cure my illness!"

The wooden fork messenger sneered in his heart, if it can't be cured later, Lao Tzu will hammer your dog's head!

"Don't worry, when did the poor monk deceive people. Didn't you see that the people before were all going back in high spirits?"

Xuanzang Tian said shamelessly, and the wooden fork messenger rolled his eyes, thinking that it was the stupidity of the people in Chenjiazhuang, and he hadn't reacted yet.

A bowl of soup was under the stomach, and a warm breath was like an elixir, constantly moistening the body of the wooden fork messenger. The thigh, which was already in pain, slowly recovered at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"My feet don't hurt anymore? And they're slowly healing? It's impossible!"

The wooden fork messenger's expression changed slightly, and his eyes widened, looking at the monk in front of him in disbelief.

"What's wrong, isn't it effective?" Xuanzang smiled slightly, showing a kind smile.

The wooden fork envoy drank a bowl of holy water, and his spirit was lifted, and the fatigue of running around for days was swept away, and even his cultivation began to slowly improve.

This holy water is too godly, isn't it?!

The wooden fork messenger looked shocked, and slurped, feeling that he had never drunk such a delicious soup in his life, but it only had a slight fishy smell.

"It's a little effective, but ......" As soon as the wooden fork messenger was halfway through speaking, Xuanzang nodded and said, "Is the effect not obvious? No problem, let's do it again." ”

The wooden fork messenger was overjoyed, hurriedly thanked him, and raised the big bowl to prepare for another bowl.

At this time, Xuanzang silently pulled out the hammer weighing hundreds of catties and looked at the wooden fork messenger with a smile.

"You grit your teeth and bear with me. It should be that the poor monk missed his hand before, and he didn't all break it all at once......"

Slow, slow, what Lao Tzu wants is to drink another bowl of holy water!

It's not like you're hammering it again!

The wooden fork messenger panicked and wanted to stand up, but was held down by Xuanzang again.