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Chapter 815 Routines(2/2)

They recognized this person at once, the divine monk Yuande!

My heart sank inexplicably.

I am a disciple of the Jiuyuan Sect. Can the Yuande Divine Monk save me?

"Amitabha, good! Good!" Monk Yuande Heshi announced the Buddha's name and patted them gently.

A soft breath penetrated their bodies, quickly repairing their injuries and restoring their lost vitality and strength.

The mellow and soft breath was like a spring breeze, restoring some of their strength and vitality in the blink of an eye.

The two of them turned over and sat up with difficulty, but still couldn't get up, so they could only sit together and say thank you.

Monk Yuande looked at them with a smile: "The injuries of the two donors are too serious. It is not appropriate to move around. Just rest."

A middle-aged man took out a jade bottle from his arms.

Although he was thrown badly, the jade bottle still existed and was not broken. He poured out four red pills, stuffed two into his mouth, and handed two to another person.

Both of them took the elixir, and the hot breath rolled through their bodies, quickly recovering from their injuries.

Monk Yuande watched quietly.

After the elixir fell into their stomachs, the two of them were refreshed.

"How are you, Young Master?" Monk Yuande asked warmly.

This greeting completely broke the two people's luck.

The two originally thought that Monk Yuande saved them because they did not realize that they were the bodyguard of the young leader.

Obviously Monk Yuande knows!

Monk Yuande said warmly: "The young leader is not with the two donors?"

The two shook their heads.

Monk Yuande smiled: "Is the Young Master okay?"

"Yes." The two nodded.

They turned around and looked around, trying to see where they were now and how far they were from Zhu Yuquan's retreat.

But the mighty river poured out of a canyon, and this canyon was not the cliff where he fell.

So I rushed downstream for a certain distance. How far was it?

Look up at the sky.

The sun is shining brightly and the sun is in the sky.

Could it be that it has been floating for a long time? The distance is already far!

The thoughts of both of them appeared in Monk Yuande's mind, and he said calmly: "Has the Young Master met the Nine-Yuan Old Man?"

"No!" they both replied in unison.

"Amitabha." Monk Yuande shook his head and said, "I'm afraid the two donors are lying like this."

"How did Master know that the young leader met the old leader?"

Monk Yuande smiled and said nothing.

The two looked at each other.

"Ahem, yes, the young leader did meet the old leader. The old leader is charming and worthy of being an old leader!"

The two of them immediately showed expressions of fascination and admiration.

Monk Yuande said calmly: "Old man Jiuyuan was not injured?"

"Who in the world can hurt the old leader!" The two looked at him with disdain.

Then he woke up and found that the two of them were rescued by monk Yuande. He hurriedly squeezed out a smile and said, "Master, want to see the old leader?"
Chapter completed!
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