The half bottle of healing medicine entered the abdomen and immediately turned into a warm and true power that spread throughout the body. However, the power of the Ghost King Mastiff was too strong. How could Zhu Qingsheng withstand this little practice of the slightest Taoist practice?

Zhu Qingsheng was dizzy and swollen. His face and limbs were pressed against the cold stone bricks. He felt a sticky liquid flowing through his forehead to his nose and pouring into his nose. A strong fishy smell stimulating his mouth and nose, and he felt extremely uncomfortable when he breathed. It turned out that it was the blood flowing out of him. He could not even feel the pain at this moment.

Zhu Qingsheng lay on the ground and gasped heavily. Suddenly he felt his body lightening, as if someone had helped him up. He slowly opened his eyes and looked in front of him. He was an old monk with white eyebrows and a pair of eyes looking at him with concern, and said softly: "Little donor, are you okay?" He held his place with his palms, and a strong and sincere force slowly passed into his body to comfort Zhu Qingsheng's injured place, and it was extremely comfortable to circulate in his body.

Zhu Qingsheng was still dizzy in his head. After a long time, he realized and said in a daze: "I'm fine, thank you Master. You..." As soon as the "you" said the previous one, a flash of inspiration in his mind, he knew who could besides the monk Kongjue who had just been entangled in Luo Qitao at the door.

A dull voice suddenly came from the gate behind him: "Master, why do you need to trek into this muddy water? I'll advise you to let that kid go."

Zhu Qingsheng looked back and saw a black bell whizzing in the air, and a strong man who had never seen before was looking at him coldly.

It turned out that Guan Yunzhu and Qi Yunfei had just taken the lead and saw their master Yang Qihou fighting with Monk Kongjue outside. They were overjoyed and told them all about what happened inside. After that, there were a man, a mastiff, and two ghosts surrounding Zhu Qingsheng. Monk Kongjue and Yang Qihou were shocked and rushed into the mansion first, both of whom wanted to save Zhu Qingsheng's life. The difference was that one was worried about Zhu Qingsheng's safety, and the other wanted to know Sima Yuanji's whereabouts from him.

After all, Monk Kongjue was more skilled and was ahead of Yang Qihou and entered the mansion first. Seeing this, Yang Qihou had to instruct Guan Yunzhu and Qi Yunfei to take care of Luo Qitao who was unconscious, and then followed him in.

When Monk Kongjue came in, the Ghost King Mastiff had already knocked Zhu Qingsheng out. In order to protect Zhu Qingsheng, the Songbai Taoist stopped him in front of the Ghost King Mastiff and fought to the death. Although Monk Kongjue did not understand why the man and mastiff who were both ghosts fought, life was important. He rushed forward and helped Zhu Qingsheng up. At the same time, he slowly introduced Zhenli to comfort Zhu Qingsheng's injuries. When he felt that Zhu Qingsheng had a Maoshan Taoist true power in his body, he was even more convinced that the little donor was the apprentice of his old friend Sima Yuanji.

Monk Kongjue said, "Please let the donor see if this little friend is injured, so let him go."

Yang Qihou said in a deep voice: "I don't care whether this kid is dead or alive. I just want him to say something and let the master take it away."

Monk Kongjue sighed, "Does the donor think this little friend will say it? He didn't even say anything to him like the donor's disciple before."

Yang Qihou snorted, "That's a bad disciple who has poor skills. If you leave it to me, he will say it without a word in a short time." After that, black air in his right hand was filled with black air, and blurred ghosts were flying in it, looking extremely strange. Yang Qihou said, "Can the master recognize what this is?"

Monk Kongjue protected Zhu Qingsheng behind and frowned and said, "Search God's Great Method! I didn't expect it to be still in the world."

Yang Qihou said coldly: "It's good that the master knows."

Zhu Qingsheng was sent to the body with the continuous power of Monk Kongjue, and the wounds behind him were healed little by little, which was much better than before. Hearing the conversation between Yang Qihou and Monk Kongjue, he couldn't help but wonder what the man in black wanted to say, but seeing that he was holding the same black bell as Luo Qitao, he must be a person in the Buddha's altar again. He might have to tell the whereabouts of his master Sima Yuanji, so he simply ignored it.

Zhu Qingsheng turned his head and in the lobby, the Songbai Taoist and the Ghost King Mastiff fought fiercely. The Ghost King Mastiff had previously ate the attack of Zhu Qingsheng's talisman, and his fierce aura was very restrained. At this time, he fought with the Songbai Taoist and was indistinguishable from the top and bottom, and no one could do anything to each other. Zhu Qingsheng saw that most of the talismans scattered all over the floor were scattered by the Ghost King Mastiff's yin energy, and he couldn't help but regret and feel distressed. When he touched his back, he felt that the clothes behind him were torn into strips, and his hands were sticky. He thought that his back was caught by the Ghost King Mastiff's attack just now, and the package given to him by the master was scattered in the courtyard along with the talismans.

Seeing that it was not the time to pack up these things, Zhu Qingsheng remembered what the Taoist Songbai told him, and when he saw the ghost, Wang Masashi couldn't do anything to Taoist Songbai, he hurriedly said, "Master, you have a careless request. I have something to do immediately. Can you ask the master to take the boy to thirty-six feet south of the gate here? You have to do something."

Monk Kongjue was slightly curious, but he couldn't ask other people's affairs casually. He said immediately: "This is okay, little donor, do you feel better?"

Zhu Qingsheng nodded and said, "Thank you, Master, for helping the boy treat the injury. You are now fine."

Seeing that Zhu Qingsheng's expression was much better than before, and his Buddhist true power was not good to input too much into the little Taoist priest's body, Monk Kongjue slowly withdrew his hand and said, "Little donor, please help me, let's go now." Monk Kongjue turned to Yang Qihou and said, "Donor, I won't give this little friend to you, let's just leave."

Yang Qihou's face changed and he shouted, "Master, don't blame me for being polite." The bell swayed, and a faint black mist appeared all over his body, rushing towards the two of them.

This boy knew Sima Yuanji's whereabouts, which was related to the honor and disgrace of the Buddha Crying Altar. If he didn't take advantage of Sima Yuanji's serious injury to deal with him in one fell swoop, he would probably never have the opportunity to do so again. With this in mind, Yang Qihou used all his strength and said that he would not let Monk Kongjue take Zhu Qingsheng away.

Monk Kongjue sighed and held Zhu Qingsheng with his right hand a little inconvenient, so he had to wave his left hand over half of the air to block his body.

With a "bang", the two palms faced each other. Monk Kongjue took Zhu Qingsheng to jump out of the wall with this push and said, "Donor, let's leave here."

Yang Qihou was anxious and had no time to care about the man and mastiff fighting in the hall, and chased after him.

Monk Kongjue had just jumped out of the wall and saw a man in black robe sitting cross-legged three feet outside the wall. A black bell was floating in the palm of his left hand, his right arm was empty, and his eyes were staring at him.

It is Luo Qitao.

What Monk Kongjue was worried about before was that he accidentally injured Luo Qitao, and he couldn't help feeling uneasy in the future. Although all this was unbearable and had to be done, it violated the Buddha's unquestionable warning. Now seeing Luo Qitao's peace of mind, I sincerely said: "It turns out that the donor is healthy, so I feel at ease here."

Luo Qitao said coldly: "Old monk, don't cry, rat, pretend to be compassionate. You want to beat me to death with one palm. Fortunately, I prepared my true strength to protect my body in advance, otherwise it would be as you wish."

(End of this chapter)
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