The sound of the propeller was getting closer and closer. Wang Quan put his hand on his eyebrows and looked out, his bald head shining like a mirror in the sunlight reflected from the glass.
"Here we come." Wang Quan pointed at the helicopter and said.
Lin Xin, who had always been curious about the 'monk' they called, also raised his head, waiting for the arrival of this 'big man'.
The helicopter landed, and a young monk with a face as young as a boy came down from it.
Her skin is thin and tender, her skin is so white that even women would envy her, and her eyes are as clear as water. If you look closely, they seem to be infinitely deep and contain infinite wisdom.
The childish appearance and wise eyes give people a strange sense of contrast and impact.
"Amitabha, the young monk has met all the donors." The young monk held the Buddha's gift, bowed and smiled.
"Monk, are you finally willing to go out?" Fenghuang looked at him rudely.
It seems that there is some connection between them, but Phoenix doesn't like what he said, and his attitude towards him is not very good.
The young monk looked at her kindly, with a hint of slyness in his eyebrows, "When will the donor come back with me?"
"Let's live in the next life!" Phoenix glanced at him sideways, folded her hands on her chest and turned away. Although she looked aggressive, she actually always felt guilty when facing the monk.
I don't know why this happened, but Phoenix felt uncomfortable all over as long as he looked into his eyes.
"Master Xiaoseng, we'd better solve the trouble at hand first!" Wang Quan bowed his hands, completely losing his previous unruliness.
If there was anyone in this world that he admired and could surrender to, it would be the monk in front of him.
After listening for a long time, Lin Xin finally understood that the Buddhist name of this young monk was "Little Monk."
"No hurry!" The young monk shouted the Buddha's name, took a few steps forward and stood in front of the crowd, looking ahead with flashing eyes.
It was clear that the First Affiliated Hospital in front of him was still calm, but his eyes seemed to reflect another world.
The world he and others saw seemed not to be the same world.
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In the space isolated by the magnetic field, the Mother of Pollution suspended on the rooftop trembled visibly when the young monk appeared.
But it soon calmed down, as if it was just an illusion.
Hairs flew and grew all over the sky, and then penetrated into the four corners of the building. The twisted face of the mother of pollution penetrated deep into the body of the parasite.
On the already dark hair, a layer of deep black light spread from the beginning to the tip.
The black hair seemed to have turned into a pipe, and something was flowing downward from it.
The moment the black streamer touched the ground, strange black spots appeared on the rooftop floor and spread outward at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Soon the four corners of the rooftop turned pure black. If it were in another place, it would look more like a swamp.
The 'swamp' spreads faster and faster, and the ground, cement walls at the corners, and guardrails all turn the same black color.
Then wrinkles appeared on the blackened surface, like ripples caused by a stone falling into the water.
Bang!
The door hit the wall hard. Gao Shan stood calmly inside the door and said with a smile: "I found you."
After ransacking the entire downstairs, Gao Shan finally realized that it was no longer there.
When the strange black color seeped out of the wall from the corner of the ceiling, he knew the exact whereabouts of the mother of pollution.
Because those 'flowing' blacks are clearly the same as the color of the mother of pollution, carrying an evil filthiness and a disgusting, distorted sense of déjà vu.
When the strips of black ink flow down, the pattern is completely like a twisted grimace.
"Inferior, dirty, humble creature, you will soon see the power of the mother of pollution, and you will regret your previous choices."
The 'distorted black face' of the Mother of Pollution has disappeared from the parasite's back and is hidden deeper in his body.
At this moment, the parasite's mouth opened and closed, and gloomy, evil, and threatening words came from it.
"As a recognized senior doctor who has undergone systematic study and has several years of clinical experience, I feel that your illness is serious and needs immediate treatment!"
As he spoke, Gao Shan raised his hand, and the condensed hidden sword flew out, directly between the eyebrows of the Mother of Pollution.
Poof, a hole as thick as two fingers was pierced between the eyebrows, and blood flowed turbulently along with the brain matter.
But Gao Shan's expression was not happy at all, and even looked a little solemn.
He was very sure that the parasite was dead at this moment, but the mother of pollution did not stop her actions.
Her body is still suspended in the air, and the hair stuck into the four corners is flowing with black light, and the dark light is still shining.
"Jie Jie Jie, the pollution has already begun. No one can stop it. Soon my companions will come in droves and completely pollute the world."
In the evil laughter, the returned Hidden Sword split into tiny spiritual needles, and with Gao Shan's waving movements, they penetrated into the black 'hemp rope' inserted diagonally at the four corners.
As soon as the spiritual needle pierced the black hair, Gao Shan noticed the difference. The surging true energy in the hair was flowing, which must be the origin of the dark light.
Thinking of the technique of cutting off the pulse, Gao Shan suddenly wondered, could he intercept the true energy in the black hair?
If black hair is regarded as an independent and special life form, it may also have 'acupuncture points' on its body.
Acupuncture points can also be regarded as biological nodes, which are part of the living body.
Any living thing should be constructed from many elements, and there cannot be a 'complete' individual.
Thinking of this, Gao Shan made an attempt, using the method of cutting off the pulse to control the spiritual needle, and pierced it up and down the black hair.
"Useless, inferior creature, all that awaits you is death... What have you done?" The Mother of Pollution, who had been a little proud before, suddenly sounded shocked.
Some things happened that were obviously beyond her expectations and even cognition.
"I said, I'm a doctor... You need in-depth treatment!" Gao Shan said with a strange tone and the corners of his mouth turned up.
His guess was correct. Using the method of cutting off the pulse with true energy, he actually controlled the spread of true energy, the mother of pollution.
If the black hair is described as a channel, Gao Shan used his own Qi to add small valves to these pipes.
Moreover, these valves are not just one or two, but as many as a dozen.
On the rooftop, four-fifths of the ground has turned into wrinkled black.
But the remaining small part is like an existence attracted by the light, a paradise in the darkness, stubbornly maintaining its original color.
"No, how can a lower creature stop me?" the Mother of Pollution roared.
The true energy in the black hair collided extremely fiercely. Gao Shan controlled the true energy, using the spiritual needle as a medium, and the true energy stuck in the mother of pollution could not be combined again.
As the true energy below was cut off, the blackness on the rooftop slowly receded, and the pollution that lost its stamina actually failed.