From the name of "Immortal Pour", you can know how powerful this sweat medicine is, but the effect is still not as good as that of the two things.

It took most of the day for these gangsters to find these two things in the neighborhood and use them on the monk.

White Cliff's heart was full of anger now, he vaguely understood why the horse thief had done such a troublesome thing, and he was also angry with himself.

Immortal milk and black spotted scorpion will not let people die directly, and the horse thief wants to capture and humiliate the monk alive, and it is even possible that he deliberately did it in public to show everyone at the Gu Lin Inn.

"It's all my fault!" Bai Ya was angry with himself because of what happened to the monk now, and he was very responsible.

After all, Xiaoxin was young, and she couldn't see through that they could be rescued mainly because of the existence of monks, and she only thought that Bai Ya scared those gangsters. And Bai Ya himself continued to pretend to be crazy and stupid in front of everyone in the inn, so Lin Qigu and Lame San naturally didn't understand the key to it.

If he had known this result earlier, even if it would arouse the suspicion of the innkeepers, Bai Ya would have made it clear what had happened during the day.

Compared with the monk's life, he would leave the Gu Lin Inn in advance at most, so that all this could be avoided, and Lin Qigu would definitely find a way to let the monk live near the inn, and they would be able to take care of it.

Bai Ya's heart sank, and now it was too late to go back to the inn for help. Even if the great monk broke out of the encirclement at this time, he couldn't escape far from the poisonous wounds, and he should still be hiding in the Shiyang Collection.

Shiyangji is a chaotic place, most of the people sweep the snow in front of the door, and no one will take in the monks. And there are so many gangsters, they will definitely find the monk before them.

"By the way, the dark shadow...... Could he be the Great Monk!" Bai Ya suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he remembered the dark shadow he had seen at the end of the street not long after he went out.

In retrospect, that strangely shaped black shadow is obviously a person, and it is a great monk.

After all, this is the edge of the Shiyang Collection, the place is empty, and there is nowhere to hide. If the monk breaks through the encirclement and wants to hide again, he can only run towards the Shiyang Market, and the direction and time are right.

Thinking of this, Baiya didn't delay any longer, and when he got out of the cave and saw that there was no one around, he immediately rushed to the dirt road where he came. He had to find the battered Great Monk before the thugs came to their senses.

When he came to find the monk, it took him a long time, but now it only took him about ten minutes to run back to the original street.

Bai Ya didn't care about calming down his heart, which was almost jumping out of his chest, and followed his memory into the dirt road where the black shadow escaped.

"Sure enough, it's him......" By the bright moonlight tonight, Bai Ya saw a pool of blood that had not dried up in the middle of this dirt road.

Following the intermittent bloodstains, Bai Ya soon saw the big monk sitting against the mound of dirt with his head hanging on his chest and motionless behind a dirt slope.

"Master~" Bai Ya was overjoyed, and hurriedly ran forward, squatting down to check the monk's injuries.

"Who?" the motionless monk suddenly raised his head, shouted, and slapped his big hand towards the door of the white cliff.

"Whew~" The fierce wind blew Bai Ya's face painfully, and the monk's iron palm instantly enlarged in his eyes, like a mountain peak collapsing head-on.

"Master, it's me!" Bai Ya leaned back and sat down on the ground.

The monk's palm almost scratched the tip of his nose by a fraction of a second, startling him into a cold sweat. Looking at the strong wind of this palm, Bai Ya had no doubt that if he shot it well, his head would explode like a watermelon.

"Are you...... The little benefactor in the day?!" The monk turned his face to him, a hint of weakness in his voice.

"It's me, master!" Seeing that the monk could still recognize him, Bai Ya couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the monk's consciousness seemed to be still sober.

Just getting closer, seeing the monk's face clearly by the moonlight, Bai Ya couldn't help but tremble in his heart. The great monk's face was originally the part of the eyes, but now there are only two blood holes left, and a trace of blood keeps oozing out of it, flowing down his cheeks.

"Master, your eyes ......" Bai Ya only said half a sentence before he could not speak, and his throat seemed to be choked by something.

"Little donor, don't be sad! Before leaving the temple, my master once said that the poor monk should have a catastrophe in his life. This trip requires a great precept, abstaining from desire, and not entering the house of tiles. If you return to the temple safely, you will have no disasters and no difficulties in the second half of your life, and if you break the precepts, you will definitely die. ”

When the monk said this, his bloodstained face showed a hint of self-deprecation, "I didn't expect the poor monk to see that Shiyangji was close to Shenzhou, and his heart was a little relaxed, even if he committed two precepts in a row, it should be fate to suffer this catastrophe!"

"How can the master commit a ......crime" Bai Ya was about to refute, but suddenly remembered something, and suddenly his heart sank, and he stopped talking.

The monk said that he had committed two precepts in a row, one of which should be fairy milk. Although this thing is not really goat's milk, and the great monk only drank it because he had no other food, but seriously speaking, what the monk thinks in his heart is cause and effect, and he is indeed guilty of the verbal precept.

In addition, although the cave is not a house of tiles, those horse thieves threw a pot of black spotted scorpions into it in order to harm the monk. After the clay pot was broken, there were broken tiles everywhere, but it cannot be said that there were no tiles in the cave.

It is too far-fetched for a monk to commit these two precepts, if you say that there is something, then there is nothing, and if you say nothing, then there is nothing, just look at what the monk himself thinks. In normal times, the ring ruler doesn't need to be hit, but the monk is fated, and the ants are magnified into whales, what else can Bai Ya say.

"The master is blessed with a great life, and he will be able to survive this catastrophe, otherwise how could God let me find the master before those horse thieves!" Bai Ya reluctantly smiled, and pulled one of the great monk's arms and let him lean on him, wanting to support the monk.

"Little benefactor, slow down!" Feeling that Bai Ya wanted to pull himself up, the big monk pushed him away with a smile, and looked at him with eyes that had become two blood holes, "The poor monk has been deeply poisoned, and he can't go far only by suppressing the poisonous wound with internal qi." What's more, you can't even burden the little donor for this stinky skin. ”

"What did the master say, if the master was not present during the day, I am afraid that Xiaoxin and I have become two dead corpses. Bai Ya shook his head and said, "Master, bear with me for the time being, when we get to the inn, someone will help you detoxify." ”

"Little donor, listen to the poor monk...... Little donor, little donor!" The monk shouted a few times, and seeing that Bai Ya still didn't care about trying to pull him away, he finally shook it off, and the two fell to the ground at the same time.

The poor monk is by no means greedy for life and afraid of death, but he can't let go of one thing and wants to entrust it to the little benefactor. The monk took two quick breaths, struggled to sit up, and untied his little burden from behind.

"Master, please speak!" Bai Ya looked at the monk's square face that was covered with blood stains, but was still as calm as ever, and sighed sadly in his heart. He can see that this monk is determined to die, and it is useless to persuade him.

Seeing that Bai Ya no longer persuaded him to leave, the great monk finally grinned, groped through the baggage, took out a small porcelain vase and a small yellow silk cloth bag inside and handed them to Bai Ya.

"The poor monk is called Huikong, practicing in the King Kong Temple in Hanzhong County, Yizhou, this time the westward crossing is not only for asceticism to avoid robbery, but also for the worldly affairs. Monk Huikong paused as he spoke, and continued, "My master asked the poor monk to go to the Western Regions Tantra to retrieve a copy of the Lengyan Sutra hand-translated by Master Fan Tantra, and escort him all the way back to Vajra Temple. ”

"What the master can't let go of is a Buddhist scripture?" Bai Ya couldn't help but glance at the yellow cloth bag in his hand.

Huikong seemed to sense what Bai Ya was thinking, but he just smiled slightly and didn't explain much. Bai Ya is not a Buddhist disciple, so he naturally does not understand the value of this manuscript.

In addition to this "Lengyan Sutra", there is also a Jialan Neijing copied by a poor monk in the bag. Huikong said for another pause, and after thinking about it, he said with some caution, "The second half of this sutra records a mudra and a nameless mental method, and the mudra is a poor monk and a tantric master who learned from each other and developed it on their own. The heart method is the original scripture, I don't know who left it, so it was sent to the little donor, but the cause and effect of this matter. ”

"The master's difficulty is caused by me, and I should serve myself, but what the master wants me to do is ......" Bai Ya felt a little uncomfortable, and asked tentatively.

"Naturally, I asked the little benefactor to send the "Lengyan Sutra" to the King Kong Temple for the poor monks, and remember to hand it over to my master, the Yuan Ming Zen Master presided over by the King Kong Temple!"

"Master doesn't have to be like this!" Bai Ya smiled bitterly, asking him to send a Buddhist scripture from Saibei to Hanzhong, which was really difficult.

It is no wonder that the great monk gave him all the mudra palm methods he created, instead of leaving them to his own Vajra Temple. However, looking at the pair of blood holes on Huikong's face, he couldn't say anything to refuse. After all, the great monk became in this tragic situation in order to save him and Xiaoxin.

"Another vial contains the temple's healing elixir - Little Vajra Pill, and there are five pills left. This pill is masculine to strong, and it has miraculous effects on external injuries and yin poison internal injuries, but the medicine is too strong, remember not to take more, so it will be used by the little donor for this trip. ”

Unloaded the responsibilities on his body, Huikong's mood was relieved, and there was a peaceful smile on his face.

"Healing Elixir, why doesn't the master use it now?" Bai Ya was startled and hurriedly asked.

"This pill is masculine and strong, and it will accelerate the circulation of qi and blood, if the poor monk uses this medicine, he is afraid that the poisonous wounds on his body will not be suppressed!" Huikong smiled bitterly and said helplessly, "Although I don't know what poison those gangsters have made, the poor monk knows that he can't use the little King Kong pill to resolve it!"

Bai Ya thought about it, it was really like this.

Neither cactus nor black spotted scorpion is considered lethal and highly toxic, one is a hallucinogen, and the other is an anesthetic. Huikong now relies purely on internal air pressure to make medicines, if he uses the little Vajra Pill that accelerates the circulation of qi and blood, I am afraid that he will immediately become delirious and be slaughtered by others.

"In addition, if the little benefactor wants to cultivate this mudra created by the poor monk himself, there is no problem, but if he wants to practice the nameless mental method, it is best to be cautious. Huikong cautiously instructed, "The poor monk's meditation method should only be used to calm the mind and concentrate the mind, or it may not be a big problem, but the poor monk has never been able to completely sort out the mystery, so it is better to be careful." ”

"Thank you, Master, for your advice......" Bai Ya stuffed the porcelain vase and yellow cloth bag into his arms.

"Time is running out, come with your ears!" Huikong's face suddenly changed, he grabbed Bai Ya's neckline, pulled him over, leaned into his ear and whispered a sixty-four-character mantra.

"This is the luck of the poor monk's mudra, and the mudra must be practiced in conjunction with the method. After reading it a few times, he didn't care if Bai Ya remembered it, and suddenly pushed him, "Hurry up, those gangsters are nearby!"

Bai Ya was startled, listened attentively, and sure enough, he heard chaotic footsteps in the distance.

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