"I dare to ask this senior brother, how did you judge that the person just now was a monster?"
At this time, Yu Banxia and others also rushed over and stood together with Jiang Li. The spiritual energy on their bodies was faintly condensed, ready to guard against the opponent's sudden attack.
"How to judge? Isn't it obvious?"
Monk Zhengyuan became a little confused now, his generous smile slowly faded, and then he walked to the young man who was knocked away by him.
"This monster just had a sinister aura and was ready to harm people. What else could he be if he wasn't a monster?"
Cough cough cough!
At this moment, the young man lying on the ground like a ball of mud suddenly let out several coughs with a sense of liquid congestion in his throat. After a ball of foamy blood splashed out from his mouth and nose, his deeply sunken
His chest actually rose and fell again.
This young man is actually still alive.
"Huh? Why did that Yin Qi disappear?"
The monk who claimed to be a disciple of Cihang Temple scratched his head and still doesn't understand what happened.
"Qianqian, go see if there is any hope."
"Senior brother, the Yin Qi just now was actually the effect of my magic spell. This young man is indeed not a monster."
"He is just like the other children in the square, but for some reasons, he has been sleeping and unable to wake up..."
"Please also ask this senior brother to step back a little so that our junior sister can see if we can heal him."
Jiang Li briefly explained the general situation of the unconscious children in Yinnan, and raised his right hand to condense a ball of Yin Qi as proof of this statement.
Seeing the Yin Qi in Jiang Li's hand, a trace of displeasure flashed in Zhengyuan's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
"Is this... actually like this? There is such a weird disease?"
"Amitabha, a poor monk accidentally hurt a good person by mistake!"
"Guilty, sinful!"
Zhengyuan seemed to be a reasonable person. After knowing that everyone was wary of him, he retreated some distance away.
"Junior sister, please help the injured heal."
"This is the Jade Bone Muscle Pill from Cihang Temple. I apologize and hope it can help this donor."
As he spoke, he took out a bottle of elixir from his sleeve and handed it over.
Jiang Li and others stepped forward to separate him from the wounded, and then Lu Qianqian came behind him and used magical techniques to treat him.
Yu Banxia cautiously stepped forward to take the elixir, opened it and smelled it, and found no major problems, so she felt relieved.
On the one hand, their strength is limited, and on the other hand, they have no connection with the young man. They have no intention of standing up for the young man.
In fact, when Jiang Li released the yin-type spiritual energy just now, he was preparing for the opponent to rely on his strength to eliminate demons and defend the way.
At least judging from his cultivation level, Zhengyuan, a monk in the late stage of Qi training, can take care of all these rookies by himself.
In this case, of course, it is more appropriate to deal with it by reducing major issues to minor ones.
"Senior Brother Zhengyuan Gao Yi, we will do our best to treat that boy. It is his blessing to be able to take such a magical elixir in his lifetime."
There are actually not many monks who can compensate for hurting a mortal.
Moreover, it is the Jade Bone Muscle Pill, which is quite famous among the Huang-level elixirs and is a high-grade Huang-level elixir. It has good effects and low yield.
It is difficult for outer disciples like them to even find channels to purchase it, and how can they be willing to feed it to a mortal?
Speaking of which, this bottle of elixir may contain more sealing fees.
After all, feeding a mortal a low-grade elixir of a yellow rank is okay, but feeding a high-grade elixir of a yellow rank is not much different from simply slapping him to death.
"Well, there's one more thing."
"Looking at the clothes of the junior brothers and sisters, they should be disciples of the Sutra Pavilion."
The relationship between several major sects in the Dazhong Mountain area is not bad.
It is said that there were frequent exchanges between disciples. Even in history, there were many chains of in-laws between sects. It was normal for each other to know the clothing of disciples.
In other words, these newbies have no experience, otherwise they should have recognized it long ago.
"Yes, we are disciples of the Sutra Pavilion, and we are here to solve the problem of these comatose children in Yinnan."
Yu Banxia answered truthfully, it was unlikely that the other party had any grudge against the sect, otherwise the fist just hit Jiang Li directly.
"Well, when the junior brothers and sisters came here, had they ever seen a cemetery nearby, or some ominous place with a particularly strong yin energy?"
Zhengyuan asked seriously, and now everyone understood.
It turns out that he first appeared to ask for directions from local mortal officials, and then accidentally saw the young man controlled by Jiang Li, and then suddenly took action.
"Sorry, we haven't seen the cemetery. But the king and officials of Innan are there. They may be able to help you."
"Senior Brother Zhengyuan, what happened?"
The monk Zhengyuan shook his head. He didn't know whether it was because he didn't want to say more or because he didn't understand the situation.
"If you haven't seen it before, forget it. This area is not peaceful recently. It seems like a monster has appeared."
"You'd better not leave the city while you're here. After settling the matter here, it's better not to stay and go back to the sect as soon as possible."
Jiang Li and the others looked at each other in confusion, their expressions not very good. Could it be that the coma of these children was related to the monster? It would be a problem to accept a mission.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Zhengyuan, for telling me. We will pay attention to it."
After thanking him, they introduced the king of Innan to Zhengyuan and asked the same questions.
However, the answers from local officials and the king were still disappointing.
"A graveyard? What is that?"
"Oh, a place where dead people are buried? Sorry to the immortal masters and this master, there is no cemetery in our country."
"We in Innan have always practiced water burial. If a citizen cannot return to the embrace of the Mazu River after death, we think that is the greatest desecration of the deceased."
There are actually no burials in this country, so there is no way to talk about cemeteries.
The kings and officials of Indochina have never even heard of the word "cemetery", which shows that this custom has been in their country for a long time.
Thinking about it now, I saw no grave bags or tombstones during the journey in the carriage. This is quite abnormal for a mortal country with extremely limited transportation capabilities, because they cannot bury the bodies too far away.
Even in modern times where cremation laws have been implemented for a long time, cement cemeteries can be seen everywhere on the mountains, but there are none here. It seems that what they said is true.
When they didn't get what they wanted, the monk Zhengyuan reminded them in a subtle way not to tell anyone about what happened just now, and then left here quickly.
And this is just the beginning.
The news of the birth of this "monster" seemed to have spread widely. After Zhengyuan left, four or five waves of monks came here to inquire.
They include casual cultivators and disciples from other sects nearby.
They have the same goal, but they are obviously not from the same group.
After Jiang Li and others met with the two waves of monks, they all agreed that they could not get more involved in this matter.
A group of newbies who are in the early stages of Qi training and in the middle stage of Qi training are not yet at the level to get involved in this kind of thing.
They retreated to the palace of Innan and shunned outsiders, leaving the king and officials to receive them themselves.
They continued to study the comatose children. The sooner they finished the mission, the sooner they could leave this place of right and wrong.