You can tell how powerful this sweating drug is from the name "Shenxian Demon", but the efficacy is still not as good as the current use of the two things.

This gangster actually spent more than a day to find these two things nearby and use them on the monk.

Bai Ya's heart was full of anger now. He vaguely understood why the horse thief did such a troublesome thing; at the same time he was also very angry with himself.

The immortal milk and the black spotted scorpion will not die directly. The horse thief wants to capture and humiliate the monk alive, and may even deliberately make it for everyone in Gu Lin Inn to see it in public.

"It's all my fault!" Bai Ya was angry with him because of what You Fangseng had now, and he was responsible for it.

After all, Xiao Xin was young and couldn't see through them to be rescued mainly because of the existence of monks. She only thought that Bai Ya scared the gangsters. Bai Ya himself continued to pretend to be crazy and stupid in front of the inn, so Lin Qigu and La Li San naturally didn't quite understand the key.

If this result had been known, even if it would arouse suspicion from the inn, Bai Ya would have explained the daytime affairs clearly.

Compared to the monk's life, he at most left Gulin Inn early, so that all this could be avoided. Lin Qigu would definitely find a way to let the monk live near the inn, so they could take care of him.

Bai Ya's heart sank. It was too late to go back to the inn to ask for help. Even if the monk broke through the siege at this time, he could not escape even if he was carrying poisonous wounds. He should still be hidden in the Shiyangji.

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

"By the way, that black shadow... could he be a great monk?" Bai Ya suddenly had a light of inspiration, and he remembered the black shadow he had seen at the end of the street shortly after he left the house.

Looking back now, the weird black shadow is obviously a person, and maybe he is a great monk.

After all, this is the edge of the Shiyangji, the place is empty and there is nowhere to hide. If the monk breaks through the siege and wants to hide again, he can only run into the Shiyangji, with the direction and time in line with each other.

Thinking of this, Bai Ya did not delay any longer. After leaving the cave, he saw that there was no one around, and immediately rushed towards the dirt road when he came. He had to find the monk who was suffering from heavy damage before the gangsters woke up.

It took him a long time to find the monk, but now it only took him ten minutes to rush back to the original street.

Bai Ya didn't even bother to calm down the heart that was almost jumping out of his chest, and followed the memory into the dirt road where the black shadow escaped.

"It's him..." With the bright moonlight tonight, Baiya saw a pool of blood that had not yet dried up in the middle of this dirt road.

Following the intermittent bloodstains, Baiya soon stood behind a slope and saw the monk sitting against the mound of earth, his head hanging on his chest and motionless.

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

"Who?" The motionless monk suddenly raised his head, shouted loudly, and opened his big hand and slapped Bai Ya's face.

"Huh~" The strong wind blew Bai Ya's face sore. The monk's iron palm instantly magnified in his eyes, as if a mountain collapsed towards him.

"Master, it's me!" Bai Ya leaned back and fell to the ground.

The monk's palm almost streaked across the tip of his nose with a slight difference, which made him sweat all over his head. Looking at the strong wind of this palm, Bai Ya had no doubt that if he slapped it firmly, his head would explode like a watermelon.

"You are... the little donor during the day?!" The monk turned his face to him, and there was a hint of weakness in his voice.

"It's me, master!" Bai Ya couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the monk could still recognize him. The monk's consciousness seemed to be clear.

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

"Master, your eyes..." Bai Ya could not speak after only half of the sentence, and his throat seemed to be choking by something.

"Little donor, don't be sad! Before leaving the temple, my master once said that I should have a disaster in my destiny. This trip requires you to keep the great precepts, and you will not enter a tiled house. If you return to the temple safely, you will be free from disasters and difficulties in the second half of your life. If you violate the precepts, you will definitely die."

When the monk said this, a trace of self-deprecation appeared on his blood-stained face, "I didn't expect that when I saw Shi Yangji approaching Shenzhou, my mind was relaxed a little. Even if I violated two precepts in a row, I should be destined to suffer this disaster!"

"The master did not do anything..." Bai Ya was about to refute, but suddenly remembered something, and suddenly felt a stern and stopped talking.

The monk said that he had violated two precepts in a row, one of which should be immortal milk. Although this thing is not real goat's milk, the monk only drank it because he had no other food. But seriously, what the monk thought in his heart was cause and effect, and he was indeed considered to have violated the precept of speaking.

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

The monk broke these two precepts too far-fetched. If you say there is, it is there. If there is nothing, then it is nothing. It depends on what the monk thinks. In normal times, he doesn’t need to hit the ruler, but the monk is in a disaster, and the ants are enlarged into whales. What else can Baiya say?

"The master is blessed and loyal, and he will definitely be able to survive this disaster. Otherwise, how could God let me find the master before those horse thieves?" Bai Ya smiled reluctantly, pulled up one of the monk's arm, and let him lean against him, wanting to help the monk up.

"Let's wait!" Feeling that Bai Ya wanted to pull him up, the monk smiled and pushed him away, looking at him with his eyes that had become two blood holes. "I am already poisoned. I can't go far by relying on the internal energy to suppress the poisonous wound. Besides, I can't implicate the little donor for this stinky skin."

"What did the master say? If the master is not present during the day, I am afraid that Xiaoxin and I have become two dead bodies." Bai Ya shook his head and said, "Master, let's bear it for now. When we arrive at the inn, someone will help you detoxify."

"Little donor, listen to my monk's words...Little donor, little donor!" The monk shouted several times, and saw that Bai Ya was still trying to pull him away without caring about it, he finally threw his strength, and the two fell to the ground at the same time.

"Little donor, it's fate that we meet! I am not a person who is afraid of death. I just can't let go of something and want to entrust it to the little donor." The monk took a breath, struggled to sit up, and took off his small burden from behind.

"Master, please tell me!" Bai Ya looked at the monk's square face, which was covered in blood, but was still calm, and sighed sadly. He could see that the monk had already made up his will, and it would be useless to persuade him any more.

Seeing that Bai Ya stopped persuading him to leave, the monk finally grinned, fumbled out of the bag, took out a small porcelain bottle and a small yellow silk bag and handed it to Bai Ya.

"My monk's Dharma name Huikong was practiced in Vajra Temple in Hanzhong County, Yizhou. This time, he traveled west to avoid asceticism and also had earthly affairs on his body." Monk Huikong said, pausing for a moment, and continued, "My master asked me to go to the Western Regions Tantra to retrieve a "Lingyun Sutra" translated by Master Masahimidi, and escorted 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 feel what Bai Ya was thinking, but just smiled slightly and did not explain much. Bai Ya was not a Buddhist disciple, so he naturally did not understand the value of this handwritten book.

"In addition to this "Lingyun Sutra", there is also a copy of the Jialan Nei Sutra copied by the Ms. Huikong said again, and after thinking about it, he said cautiously, "The second half of this sutra records a handprint and an unknown mind method. The handprint is the thoughts of me and the Tantric Master, and I studied and created it by myself. The mind method is brought by the original sutra, and I don't know who left it, so I sent it to the little donor together to resolve the cause and effect of this matter."

"The master's difficulty arises because of me. I should serve you. But what the master wants me to do is..." Bai Ya felt a little bad and asked tentatively.

"Of course, I asked the little donor to send the "Lingyun Sutra" to Vajra Temple for the sake of my monk. Remember to hand it over to my master, and the Vajra Temple presided over Zen Master Yuanming!" Huikong lowered his head and solemnly made a chants ceremony to Baiya.

"Master, don't have to do this!" Bai Ya smiled bitterly and asked him to send a Buddhist scripture from the north of the subway to Hanzhong. It was really difficult.

No wonder the monk gave him all his handprints and palm techniques, 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 monk's current miserable situation was to save him and Xiaoxin.

"The other small bottle contains the sacred medicine of this temple - the Little Vajra Pill, with five left. This elixir is extremely yang and strong, and has miraculous effects on external trauma and internal trauma. However, the medicine is too strong, remember not to take it too much, so I will give it to the little donor for this trip to protect him."

After removing the responsibilities on his body, Huikong felt relieved and a peaceful smile appeared on his face.

"Hellow medicine for healing? Why don't the master use it now?" Bai Ya was shocked and asked hurriedly.

"This pill is extremely yang and strong, and it will accelerate the circulation of qi and blood. If I use this medicine, I am afraid that the poisonous wound on my body will not be suppressed!" Huikong smiled bitterly and said helplessly, "Although I don't know what poison the evil spirits have been given, I know that I can't use the Little Vajra Pill to resolve it!"

Bai Ya thought, it was true.

Immortal milk and black spot scorpions are not fatal and highly poisonous. One is hallucinogens and the other is an anesthetic. Huikong now relies on internal pressure to make medicine. If he uses the small Vajra Pill that accelerates the circulation of qi and blood, he will be confused and will be slaughtered immediately.

"In addition, if the little donor wants to practice the handprints created by me, it is better to be cautious if he practices the nameless mind method." Huikong warned carefully, "I should use this mental method only for calming the spirit, or no major problems, but I have never been able to completely clarify the mystery of it, so it is better to be careful."

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

"There is not much time left, come here!" Huikong's face suddenly changed. He grabbed Bai Ya's collar, pulled him over, and leaned into his ear and chanted a 64-word formula.

"This is the technique of exercising the strength of the handprints of my monk. The fingerprints must be practiced in accordance with the technique." After reciting them several times, he ignored whether Bai Ya remembered them or not, and suddenly pushed him, "Go away, those evil people are nearby!"

Bai Ya was startled and listened with his ears. Sure enough, he heard the sound of messy footsteps coming from the distance.
Chapter completed!