The old monk's heart trembled, his expression was nervous, and he hurriedly stretched out the [Spirit Rhino Buddha Finger] to probe the wound again. The true qi is agitated, the golden light is shining, and the thin and brittle "eggshell" is obviously unable to continue to support the touch of Buddha power, and many fine cracks are broken by "beep beep", and at the bottom of the eggshell, several ablative ice water slowly flows down the outer wall of the "eggshell", converging and condensing, forming a thick, huge water droplet, which is shining and shining, and is extraordinarily transparent, and finally the water droplet is embarrassed, only to hear a few sounds of "pop, pop, pop......, swaying to the ground, splashing into a spread. During this period, the old monk's thick eyebrows have been frowning tightly, entangled together, and he has not relaxed at all. His face was solemn, his eyelids bulged, and his lips were bruised by steel teeth!

After a while, he suddenly felt that the true qi inside was slightly sluggish, and Kanazawa suddenly flashed violently, and then dimmed. The old monk slowly opened his eyes, stared brightly, let out a long breath, and his tense nerves were relaxed, and he secretly said in his heart: "I still have a breath of loss." ”

The old monk then sat cross-legged, and his palms slanted towards the "eggshell". His palms were wide and thick, and the wind in his palms was fierce and agitated, and as soon as the "eggshell" was forced, it turned "boom". Subsequently, I saw that the old monk's Zen clothes were blowing without wind, and he was hunting. The corners of it are vigorously pulled, and they are pulled apart. The strength was so great that the collar of the old monk's robe was torn apart, revealing a purple gold Sanskrit word "10,000", which was dazzling.

With the attraction of the Buddha's power, a purple breath is full of agitation, from the Sanskrit word "10,000" at the slightest emanation, lingering, roundabout and surging, until the old monk's robe is completely wrapped. Then I saw the old monk's left hand suddenly transform, like an orchid, straight to the rotating "eggshell", and then the lion's mouth opened, and shouted: "Go!"

The robe seemed to hear the order, pulled by the purple air, rolled down, slowly poked out from the bottom of the old monk's plate, and then grew in the wind, like a new seedling pulling leaves, growing longer and longer, shooting straight to the "eggshell". As soon as the corner of the robe touched the "eggshell", a cloud of purple gas swarmed up, eating the eggshell like a giant python swallowing an elephant. At the same time, under the huge force of the robe, the old monk actually rose into the air, facing the "eggshell".

The old monk slowly withdrew his right palm, stood flat on his chest, and chanted the Buddhist scriptures and Zen in his mouth. Purple gas surging like a tidal tide breaking through the embankment, rushing towards the eggshell wantonly! Looking at it from afar, I saw a monk and an eggshell, sitting upright on a long carpet-like robe, facing each other, and the purple gas lingering around them! And the surroundings of the "eggshell" gradually cracked and melted, turning into drops of ice water. What the old monk urged was another unique skill of the Ten Thousand Buddha Gate - [Tianyi True Qi] has the effect of resurrecting the dead and regenerating and creating things.

As the icy water faded, a boy with a dead face sat cross-legged across from the old monk. His expression was stiff, his eyes were bloody, his lips were shriveled and purple, and thousands of strands of hair stood upright in the wind, swaying upward.

In the blink of an eye, I suddenly saw two small streams of purple qi swimming out of the thick purple mist and stagnation above the boy's eyes, and then suddenly gathered, turning into a little thicker, like purple sand condensation, hidden between the eyebrows, instantly lighting up the surrounding bloodlines, and the whole body was pale and full of vitality!

Although the boy's face was slightly depressed, and his expression was still lifeless, the blood in his whole body was driven by the old monk's true qi, and he was rushing with vitality.

"This hard-working child! Not only was he badly injured, but he was also disturbed by a strange cold aura, which was quite similar to the true qi left in the body of a hunchbacked man, but if you probed it carefully, you will find that it is slightly different from the "Alien Butterfly Technique", and it is plausible, it is even more powerful than the ordinary "Alien Butterfly Technique", and it is much more domineering! And there is a faint strong internal force in its major bloodlines that is wantonly slamming into each other. These two forces are extremely vicious, refusing to give in to each other, savagely eroding the already dying body. The boy's viscera was scarred everywhere, and the meridians of his whole body were almost broken!" The old monk couldn't help but sigh again and again in his heart, after a stick of incense, the boy was barely rescued, and he had a faint breath, but his chest rose and fell slowly, and his consciousness was sluggish and drowsy, and it didn't seem that the improvement was very great!

The luck lasted for nearly two hours, and the old monk's face was difficult, he put away the [Zen True Qi], and smiled helplessly: "I miss my red-clothed Buddha - Lenga Sanren, known as the 'Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect Venerable', omnipotent, but there is nothing to be done about the boy's strange injury, but for the time being, the spread and deterioration of the injury is temporarily stifled, and the child's life is slightly delayed!"

Suddenly, the corner of his eye squinted, and his gaze landed on Fluttershy's shiny arm. "Huh, what's that?" I saw a milky white little fat bug lying quietly on the boy's arm, flashing and shining, as clear as a vermicelli kneading.

"Hiss......" The old monk took a breath, stroked his white beard, and secretly hesitated in his heart: "This conspicuous butterfly pattern? And that strong weird cold aura? Is it the Butterfly Sect? Is it the [Alien Butterfly Technique]?" he looked at the boy carefully, and the more puzzled he became, "This child should be a member of the Butterfly Sect, right? But why was he injured by his own sect?"

"Also, the two terrifying corpses in the main cave are from the 'Netherworld Ghost Mansion' and the 'Butterfly Sect' respectively, so what's going on?"

"What is this worm on the boy's arm, shiny, cold, and very strange, and why does it lie motionless on the boy's arm?"

The old monk thought about it for a while, but it was like falling into the clouds and deep mist. He had to put aside his chaotic thoughts for a while, and said to himself: "It seems that this matter is not so simple, there must be something wrong with the identity of this boy, I have to take this kid back to the 'Ten Thousand Buddha Gate' to find a way to heal and save him, and then report this matter to the elders." ”

During the night, the Rangasan people urged the boy to heal the boy's wounds several times, and by the time dawn Fluttershy had opened her eyes from her comatose state, her mouth faint enough to make a sound, and her brain had a little light. But his whole body was still weak and weak, and he couldn't even stand up.

The next day, early in the morning, the morning was cold. On the mountain road, the wet mist was left behind after a night of heavy rain, and the cold that seeped into the bones could be clearly felt in the legs, feet and arms. Rangasan pulls out two large monk's robes from his baggage and wraps them around Fluttershy, the robes are a bit oversized, and Fluttershy is dressed as funny as a costume, but also very warm. His eyelids drooped listlessly, and his little hands clasped tightly around the shoulders of the Rangasan and shrunk into a ball on his back.

The forest path is dotted with clusters of wild mushrooms, hanging with clear dew, tender and very cute. From time to time, a few birds were startled by the footsteps of the monks, jumped up, kicked the branches and leaves under their feet, only to hear a sound of "bang-la-la", and a few drops of qiong liquid were sprinkled. The branches and leaves of the forest are bright and green, and the flowers and plants are bright and smiling. The air is mixed with the fragrance of wet mud and grass, and when you smell it, it is refreshing and swaying. The muddy mountain road is winding, several peaks and loops, several willows and flowers, and after a short mile of road, you will come to the crossing of the Milin River.