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Chapter 1840 I know you are in a hurry, but don't worry

The immortal monk was breathing heavily, a crazy smile flashing on his face.

In this village, no one is more familiar with the rules than him. It is easy for him to induce Wang Dachui to make consecutive mistakes.

Wang Dachui struggled in panic, but to no avail. With just one breath, he was pulled into the ripples of space by the big black hand.

The Changsheng monk calmed his breathing, struggled to get up, and leaned against the wall. Half of his face was destroyed, one of his hands was disabled, and the blood could not stop flowing.

The current situation can be said to be a big crisis!

"It will be dawn in a few hours. As long as I can hold on until then, Shangguandong will find that I don't get up as early as usual and go out on patrol, and then he will enter the temple to look for me. Then he will be saved."

The longevity monk murmured to himself and quickly sorted out the current situation. This was the second way to maintain a peaceful mind. As long as he quickly sorted out his thoughts and made it clear what needed to be done at the moment, he could calm down.

"Squeak~"

The door suddenly opened.

Before he could find some fabric to bandage himself, a figure strode in.

"Who... who is..."

Monk Changsheng leaned against the corner and shouted feebly.

"it's me."

"Master, are you okay?"

The voice was very old, it was Shangguan Dong.

"Village chief... Shangguan... help me quickly..."

"Wang Dachui is rebellious and uses force against me, which invites punishment from the gods..."

"Quickly stop my bleeding..."

Monk Changsheng's chest heaved violently. When he saw Shangguandong, he felt like he was seeing a savior. He saw hope.

"This is happening, don't worry, master, I will heal your injuries right now..."

Shangguandong took off his bamboo hat, walked slowly to the Changsheng monk, and walked around in circles, but did not squat down to heal his wounds.

The monk Changsheng was impatient: "What are you doing? Come over quickly to stop the bleeding and bandage it. That guy actually hit my head with an incense burner. When I recover, I will go to the back mountain and smash his dick to pieces!"

"Master, don't worry. I'm checking to see if there are any traps here. If we get caught, our lives will be in danger."

Shangguan Dong said honestly.

After dilly-dallying for a while, he knelt down and stroked the injury on the monk's head.

The wounds were shocking, a blunt instrument had dented the skull, and the cracks in the bones were like spider webs. If not treated in time, the immortal would definitely die.

"Heal me quickly."

"By the way...why are you here?"

Monk Changsheng felt a lot more at ease, and then he realized that Shangguandong had come uninvited.

"I saw Wang Dachui looking strange and followed him."

Shangguandong said calmly.

"If you do well, I will ask the gods for a reward for you later..."

The breath of the immortal monk became weaker and weaker, and the blood was still flowing uncontrollably. After waiting for a while, there was no sign of improvement.

He was a little confused: "Shangguan, what on earth are you doing? I asked you to find cloth, why are you rubbing my head all the time!"

"Master, don't panic. I'm checking your injuries. I'm old and my eyes are a little uneasy."

Shangguan Dong still responded unhurriedly.

"Trash, I would have died if I relied on you!"

"Go away, I'll do it myself!"

Monk Changsheng pushed Shangguan Dong, gritted his teeth, and used all his strength to tear off a piece from his sleeve. Just as he was about to bandage his head, Shangguan Dong suddenly reached out and snatched the cloth away.

"Master, this sleeve is not clean. It is covered with dust. If you use it to bandage a wound, you will be infected with malaria."

Shangguandong threw the piece of sleeve aside and said in a concerned tone.

"you……"

"you do this delibrately!"

"You are delaying time just to prevent me from receiving treatment!"

No matter how confused the Changsheng Monk's thoughts are, he should have noticed at this moment that the village chief has been dawdling and doing trivial things since he entered the house. Once he wants to heal his wounds by himself, this guy will use all kinds of high-sounding methods.

Reason to block.

"You can't say that. I hope that the master's healing will be flawless."

"Just like you did to my granddaughter."

Shangguan Dong said in a neutral tone.

"Your granddaughter?"

"You killed her yourself. What does it have to do with me? Do you want to take revenge on me?"

The Changsheng monk's tone was trembling. He had never been so timid when facing Wang Dachui just now. The Shangguandong in front of him now was the real evil ghost who could take away his life.

"How could it be possible? That day, my granddaughter obviously did nothing wrong, but she was taken away by Wang Dachui again and again. Later, after asking around, I found out that she was sent to the master's room."

"Suddenly one day she was found to be pregnant. However, she was too young and had a difficult delivery. I remember, Master, you led the whole village to surround her that day, saying that the ethics of adultery were against the rules and that no one was allowed to interfere with her.

of production.”

"In the end, she gave birth to a stillborn fetus and the bleeding continued. What the master said at that time was to be prepared before rescuing people, because you can't make mistakes when rescuing people, right?"

Shangguan Dongyin said pitifully.

"Is what the poor monk said wrong? If something goes wrong during the rescue, the villagers will also be implicated. I am thinking of the overall situation!"

"Yes, so my poor granddaughter was obviously pregnant by you, and her body was bleeding in front of everyone, but you led the villagers to wipe her feet, wash her face, and apply towels. I think you did this

That’s right, so I am also using the master’s healing method now.”

Mentioning his granddaughter, there was unstoppable anger in Shangguandong's eyes, and the emotions he had suppressed for a long time erupted at this moment. He felt like there was a volcano in his body, providing him with endless power of anger.

"The situation back then was different from now. Listen carefully. What you are doing now is making a mistake. You are deliberately ignoring your fate and you will be punished by the gods."

"If you look back now, I can still give you another chance!"

The eyes of the Changsheng monk were completely cold, filled with crazy killing intent. The physical injuries meant that he could only frighten the opponent mentally.

Shangguandong's movements were orderly, with sarcasm on his lips as he mocked:

"Master, I know you are in a hurry, but please don't be anxious yet."

"Look, there is a wound on your leg. Fortunately, I took care of it in time. If it had been another hour and a half later, it would have healed on its own."

"you……"

"puff!"

The monk Changsheng was furious, and he was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

At this moment, he finally understood that Shangguan Dong had not made any mistakes. He had been bandaging him, but he was bandaging some trivial wounds. As for his real injuries, he was left alone. In this way, the laws of order would not judge him.

An error occurred.

This old guy had planned from the beginning to take his life tonight!

"You can't do this to me..."

"No, I can."

"I am the god of the village. If you kill me, the villagers will not let you go!"

"No, you're not."

"I want a bandage..."

"No, you don't want to."

"Let me go, I will give you the position of the divine envoy, and the gods will give you divine power. You will control the rules, and you will control the village!"

"Oh, I don't believe it."


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