"After I rescued him from the county magistrate's office, the man fell into a coma. He would not wake up no matter how he shouted, and it would be useless to take medicine."
"Um?"
Zhang Wu frowned.
Hutubao is the only person who knows the secret of the Fire King except Liu Qing.
He must have found clues before he would remind himself in the note.
Liu Qing died before his feet, and something happened to Hutubao, which was really a coincidence.
Zhang Wu thought about it and said:
"Let's go see him."
Shi Fumo nodded and led the way:
"If you, the great master, can't wake him up, I think he will have to spend his whole life in bed."
"He won't have any worries about his life."
After Zhang Wu finished speaking with confidence, he looked around and said that Uncle Liu had already arranged the task of eliminating the plague.
Surrounded by everyone, Zhang Wu came to an inn, which was one of the secret strongholds of the Fufu Department in Yongchang City.
I have to say that Uncle Six has outstanding intelligence skills and can penetrate Yongchang City into pieces. He is really not like a prisoner.
Ma Liu watched Zhang Wu grow up, and Zhang Wu also watched Uncle Liu become the commander of the tutor, and he is also one of the people in the world who knows him best.
Now that I think about it carefully, Uncle Liu is standing on the top of the world in terms of ability, mind, Gou Wang and other aspects.
Especially in terms of overall situation, in terms of command and layout, Zhang Wu was beyond the reach of.
These are not the abilities that the prison guards of the Heavenly Prison should have.
People have limited knowledge and higher potential. Many things are useless to work hard. There are no four generations of officials and three elders in their ancestors. A man from a mud-legged family, even if he becomes an official, his talent for becoming an official will not be able to be an official.
Too high.
Unless you are like Zhang Wu, who has endless life and force you to this point, as long as you don’t want to die, you will become Emperor Gou.
Uncle Six did not have his parents and elders to tell him this indifferently. It was beyond common sense to be able to compete with Liu Qing, a great hero from a noble family, who was standing behind him.
However, none of these matters.
Just remember one thing-
Uncle Six will never hurt you.
That's enough.
In the room, Hutubao was lying flat on the bed, breathing sounded very smoothly, but his face turned a little dark.
Zhang Wu put his hand on Abao's wrist, took his pulse for a while, and pondered:
"There is nothing wrong, it's just that my body is weak and my kidneys are weak. It's logical that I shouldn't wake up."
After a pause, Zhang Wu looked at Shi Bodhi and said:
"Senior brother, come and have a look?"
Hutulong comes from Shaolin, the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art is the teaching of Bodhi, and Abao is his disciple. Compared with this relationship, the old monk is closer to Hutubao.
"Amitabha."
The sing of Bodhi also started the pulse, and the diagnosis was exactly the same as that of Zhang Wu, but his knowledge was more extensive and he asked with low eyes:
"Where did Hutubao live when he was in the county magistrate's mansion?"
Cheng Gou next to him said calmly:
"It should be in the southwest direction. In order to destroy the Feng Shui pattern in the mansion, he deliberately collapsed the house."
The old monk nodded and answered:
"That's right. Hutubao lives on the death gate of the Bagua Formation of the County Magistrate's Mansion. Feng Shui blocks evil spirits and lives for several days, which has had an impact on his spirit."
"What should I do?"
"You all go out first, and I and my junior brother will help him with treatment."
Everyone left the room, leaving only Zhang Wu and Shi Bodhi.
The old monk advised with a serious expression:
"Junior brother, with your supernatural powers, it should not be difficult to ask Hutubao what he is. But the old monk has to advise you, it is not a good thing to live too smart. If you dig up all your roots, you will be cut off your fate. In this life,
When you meet someone who truly loves you, the merits and blessings of ten lifetimes are not enough, so you should cherish them.”
Who was the murderer who killed Liu Qing? He could hide it from Xiao Jingyi, but he could not hide it from the old monk.
Zhang Wu has eight thousand scheming, and he has at least seven thousand nine hundred.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Wu sighed and said:
"Senior brother, you can take action."
"It's best if you can think about it."
Shi Bodhi sat by the bed and pointed at Hutubao's eyebrows. An inexplicable spiritual force stirred up in the room.
"wake up!"
The old monk shouted fiercely, like lightning falling into the room, causing Hutubao to suddenly sit up, and his whole body trembled.
After coming back to his senses, Abao looked at the surrounding environment in a daze, staring at Zhang Wu and the old monk and asked blankly:
"Who are you?"
"You have lost your memory, I am your master, Shi Bodhi."
The old monk pointed at Zhang Wu and said:
"He is the master's uncle Zhang Wu, your name is Hutubao."
"Hutubao?"
Abao said dissatisfiedly:
"Who gave me this name? Why is it so bad? I should call it Hutu Raptor Divine Power Big Skin Boom."
"..." Zhang Wu.
"..." The old monk.
Hutubao raised his right arm, clenched his fists hard, showed off his biceps with a stinky fart, and then reached down and dug it out. His eyes lit up, as if he was very satisfied with his guy.
People have thousands of faces, but their nature is difficult to move, and the genes engraved in their bones are not so easy to eliminate.
Zhang Wu's face twitched and asked in a voice transmission:
"Senior brother, did you make him amnesia, or did he already have amnesia?"
"He has already lost his memory."
The old monk asked:
"Let me take him back to Shaolin for a while. This boy is a rare talent. Although he is a little bit naughty, he can match the demons, one is good and one is evil, and we will strengthen our Shaolin divine power together."
Zhang Wu did not agree directly, just said:
"You still need to ask Uncle Six for this matter."
"good!"
The old monk nodded and agreed.
...
Due to Liu Qing's death, all his officials, soldiers and disciples lost their backbone and were disintegrated.
Close the city gate, Ma Liu took two days to kill a group of people and win over a group of people. Those who promised to surrender would not be killed. Everyone is Da Kun's people, so why bother to meet? He quickly organized five thousand people
The team of martial arts masters.
I found the turmeric oil and did not dare to destroy the palace walls. I could only use a high ladder to pour all the turmeric oil into it.
A fire burned for seven days, and black smoke rolled over, covering the world.
But the disease still spread, and the people in the city died on a large scale. The streets were even more depressed than when they were catching strong men. Yongchang almost became a dead city.
It can be foreseen that in the next three years, the entire Dakun will be shrouded in the clouds of the plague, with millions of corpses.
Zhang Wu is not considered a decent person, but the evil committed by Xiao Jingchen still made him find Shi Bodhi for the second time and said:
"Senior brother, why don't we kill the fourth brother?"
The old monk said with a heavy expression:
"These four princes have established a foothold in the barbarians and have also arranged a Feng Shui pattern to eliminate spiritual sensing."
"Even if we find someone, it will be difficult for you and me to block him."
"Unless you become the supreme master, you can truly control matter with your spirit, your mind is in line with the heaven and earth, and use supreme means to crush him."
Zhang Wu shook his head when he heard this, and said to someone:
"If I were the supreme master, I would have gone to beat Xiao Jingyi's slap, so I must take off his clothes and see if I can see it."