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"Thank you Master Zhang for reminding me, but the poor monk has no choice but to not return to Shaolin. Moreover, even if he does not return to Shaolin, the cold poison will not be able to be driven away. I am here to find the medical fairy in Butterfly Valley to cure my illness." Qin Chang.
Feng did not explain anything about the title Holy Monk. After all, he did need this title for the title mission. As he spoke, he glanced at Chang Yuchun from the corner of his eye.
Chang Yuchun didn't think much about it at all. When Qin Changfeng mentioned the name of Butterfly Valley Medical Immortal, he immediately jumped in and said, "It turns out that the holy monk also knows my name, Uncle Hu." His name was not exactly that of Zhang Sanfeng.
As a low-level disciple of the Ming Cult, he had long heard the name of the Demonic Buddha Monk who specialized in killing Yuan soldiers.
Qin Changfeng smiled and said: "People in the Jianghu, even if they don't know the names of the six masters, they must know the name of the miraculous doctor who can bring the dead back to life. It's just that they have always heard that 'Diegu Medical Immortal' Hu Qingniu is extremely skilled in medicine, but he
He is a member of the Demon Cult and has an extremely eccentric temper. As long as a member of the Demon Cult is sick, he will do his best to cure him without accepting a single penny. When people outside the Cult seek help from him, he will even have thousands of taels of gold piled in front of him, but he will not even accept a single penny.
Gu, so he is also nicknamed 'the one who sees death without saving'. I don't know if he is willing to take action during this trip."
Chang Yuchun immediately waved his arms and said proudly: "Holy monk, don't worry, although Master Hu never treats outsiders, it was the holy monk who rescued me that made my injury worse. It's a great kindness, so Master Hu must make an exception."
If he really refuses to receive treatment, I will never give up on him!"
He has exposed his identity before, so he does not shy away from his relationship with the Ming Cult.
"Then there is the long-time donor." Qin Changfeng smiled slightly. Seeing the hesitation on Zhang Sanfeng's face, he knew what he was thinking, so he pointed at the pale Zhang Wuji and said to him: "The poor monk heard that this Zhang Sanfeng
The donor was also injured by the Xuanming Divine Palm, and now it seems that the cold poison has entered his marrow. It seems that the Wudang Nine Yang Divine Art alone cannot cure his cold poison. Why doesn't Master Zhang let him try his luck in Butterfly Valley?
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Zhang Sanfeng indeed thought so. Anyway, Zhang Wuji could not live for more than a few months. There was still some hope in going to Hu Qingniu's place, but he still had other concerns in his heart.
Chang Yuchun thought he was embarrassed and spoke to him, so he supported his injured body, beat his chest loudly, and said: "Master Zhang, don't worry, just give this little brother Zhang to me and send him to Uncle Hu."
There, just ask him to heal slowly. Even if a real person can't believe in me, he won't be able to believe in a holy monk, right?"
Zhang Sanfeng burst out laughing. Seeing that he was speaking honestly and honestly, he only knew that Zhang Wuji could only "treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor", so he said: "I'll leave it to you. But let's make it clear first, Mr. Hu must not force it."
If Wuji joins the religion, I, the Wudang Sect, will not accept the favor of your religion."
Obviously, he knew that the people in the demon sect were secretive in their behavior. If they were entangled and their ghosts lingered, there would be many troubles. Zhang Cuishan's death and reputation were a living example.
Everyone had decided on the plan and asked the boatman to dock the boat and started to say goodbye. Qin Changfeng originally thought that Zhou Zhiruo would follow Zhang Sanfeng to Wudang and then throw himself into Emei like in the original work, but he did not expect that the little girl would hold on to the corner of his clothes tightly.
If you are willing to let go, no matter how others try to persuade you, you will just shake your head and shed tears.
Qin Changfeng guessed that it might have been when he rescued her from the palm of Hebiweng before, which made her feel dependent.
It is perfectly normal for this kind of thing to happen to a little girl. There is also a strange thing on earth called Stockholm Syndrome, which causes people to fall in love with their kidnappers and torturers.
Qin Changfeng took a closer look at the little girl at this time, and saw that she was about ten years old, with shabby clothes and bare feet. Although she was a poor girl from a boat family, she was beautiful and a stunning beauty. She looked miserable. Qin
Changfeng saw how pitiful she was, and sighed: "Let this child stay with the poor monk for the time being. When she feels better, I will find a good place for her."
"Okay, if the holy monk still has any inconvenience in the future, you can come to Wudang to find an old Taoist." Zhang Sanfeng obviously trusts Qin Changfeng. After all, the name of the holy monk who has done good things and saved people in the past two years is not given in vain, no matter how harsh he is.
People would only accuse him of being too murderous, but they would never doubt his character.
After pretending for a long time, Qin Changfeng would sometimes have the illusion that he was the real holy monk Kong Yu, not the sinister Qin Changfeng.
Zhang Wuji watched his great master carry the unconscious Shaolin monk to the west until he reached behind a row of willows and the figure disappeared completely. He suddenly felt lonely and desolate, and he couldn't help crying.
Qin Changfeng patted his head and said, "Let's go. I guarantee that your illness will be cured and that you can return to Wudang to see your great master."
Zhang Wuji immediately stopped crying and asked, "Do you have a way to cure me?"
Qin Changfeng shook his head and said: "This poor monk can't even cure himself, how can I cure you?"
"Then what did you say..." Zhang Wuji's eyes quickly dimmed.
"Although I can't cure you, I can make the King of Hell unable to accept you. Let's go, your life will be long..."
When Qin Changfeng saw Zhou Zhiruo's bare feet, he simply held her in his arms and walked forward. The little girl naturally wrapped her pink arms around his neck. Chang Yuchun and Zhang Wuji
But she looked at his back from behind and was stunned. What she just said... was a bit too domineering.
Butterfly Valley, where Hu Qingniu, the medical fairy, lives in seclusion, is located on the bank of Nvshan Lake in northern Anhui Province. After walking east and west for a full month, the two adults and their two children finally arrived at their destination.
Standing at the mouth of the valley, Qin Changfeng was filled with emotion. If Chang Yuchun hadn't known the road well and asked him to look for it by himself, he probably wouldn't have been able to find it before he died from the poison. In the end, he would have had to roll back to Shaolin in despair to ask for help.
After seeing Hu Qingniu and Chang Yuchun kneeling down and bowing, he understood the whole story from beginning to end.
However, as Qin Changfeng expected, this weird-tempered genius doctor refused to treat Qin Changfeng and Zhang Wuji, two well-known and upright people. He coldly said to Chang Yuchun: "You are generous.
Just a favor. Humph, they are saving you, not me. When have you ever seen me make an exception?"
After hearing this, Chang Yuchun immediately stared and became anxious. He had boasted about Haikou before coming here. If Hu Qingniu refused to treat this and delayed the lives of Qin Changfeng and Zhang Wuji, Chang Yuchun would not be able to atone for this sin even if he died.
Got it!
But just when he was about to argue, Qin Changfeng stopped him, smiled lightly at Hu Qingniu and said, "Donor, are you really unwilling to treat me?"
"If you don't agree, you won't. Even if you tell me ten thousand times, you won't!" Hu Qingniu replied with a sneer.
Qin Changfeng still smiled and said: "Do you know the nickname of the poor monk?"
Hu Qingniu said with a hint of sarcasm: "Holy Monk?" He heard this title from Chang Yuchun. He didn't know the reason. He only felt that Qin Changfeng, a young monk under twenty years old, dared to
It's really crazy to use such a title.
Qin Changfeng smiled, narrowed his eyes, and uttered two words: "Demon Buddha!"