Wu Zhengyang and Wu Silu stayed at the Xue Family Pharmacy for a while, and then they were about to leave. Everyone stood up and saw him off.

In fact, the old man came here without anything else. He was the one who was most worried about Wu Jiuyin's safety.

Because he knew who was going to deal with Wu Jiuyin, it was Su Bingyi, one of the three masters of Su family.

His two brothers basically died at the hands of Jiuyang Flower Li Bai, and Wu Jiuyin is the leader of Jiuyang Flower Li Bai, so if you don’t mess with him, you won’t mess with anyone.

Maybe this time, there is also Su Bingyi's part in framed Wu Jiuyin.

But when Wu Zhengyang took his grandson to the door, everyone soon found that there was a person lying five or six meters away from the gate of the Xue Family Pharmacy.

The man was covered in blood, and his clothes were all broken.

Since it was getting late and the man was lying down, everyone couldn't see the other person's face clearly.

Hei Xiaose looked at the man and said, "Damn, look at someone lying there, where is the way?"

"I guess I'm here to see a doctor. There are many people who come to the Xuejia Pharmacy every day, many of whom are practitioners." Bai Zhan said.

"Don't worry about who, carry it into the house first. It's important to save people. Judging from his appearance, he should be very hurt." Xue Xiaoqi rolled up his sleeves and said.

Ge Yu and Hei Xiaose immediately stepped forward to help and turned over the person lying on the ground.

At this time, when we were close, everyone could see clearly that the man lying on the ground was actually a great monk, wearing a blood-stained cassock.

The person only breathed a breath, his pulse was very weak.

"I'm going, why is it a monk?" Hei Xiaose said in confusion.

At this time, Monk Hua also came over and took a closer look. He was shocked and hurriedly said, "This monk is a monk named Baoxiang Temple in your Ludiwen. A few years ago, I seemed to have met him. This person seemed to be called Zen Master Zhiyuan. He is a famous monk in Baoxiang Temple. How could he be so hurt..."

"Hurry up, save people!" Xue Xiaoqi put a life-threatening pill into the mouth of the monk Zhiyuan without saying a word.

Then, a group of people rushed to the house and placed it flat on a wooden bed.

Xue Xiaoqi quickly tore open the monk's robe, covered with wounds of all sizes, and seemed to have been poisoned.

There were more than twenty places at the knife edge, and the person was almost exhausted and the lamp was dry.

"Can you still save me?" Monk Hua couldn't help asking.

"Go and call my dad over, I can't handle it alone." Xue Xiaoqi was busy and greeted everyone.

Zhou Ling'er was also on the side and hurriedly carried the child to the backyard to find Mr. Xue Yasong.

Wu Zhengyang, who was originally going to leave with Wu Silu, couldn't leave now. He was also very curious about why the monks from Baoxiang Temple, which were almost 200 miles away from here, suddenly fell at the door of the Xue Family Medicine Store.

Xue Xiaoqi was covered in sweat and helped Zen Master Zhiyuan quickly treat the wound and stopped the blood.

When he lifted the person up just now, Monk Zhiyuan, who was lying on the ground, left a big blood mark on the ground.

It seems that he must have had something urgent to find the Xue Family Pharmacy, but he couldn't hold on when he arrived at the door, so he lay on the ground and fainted.

Before Xue Xiaoqi could help the monk to treat the wound, Xue Yasong rushed over.

All the shoes on my feet were worn in the opposite direction.

"What's the situation?" Xue Yasong heard that someone was seriously injured and rushed over, without having time to put on his coat.

"Dad, look, you see, it's a monk from Baoxiang Temple. It seems that he has been running all the way..." Xue Xiaoqi said.

Xue Yasong's face darkened, and he walked to the side of Monk Zhiyuan, helped him explore his veins and check his body. After a minute, Xue Yasong shook his head helplessly and said, "This person is probably helpless. It's okay to have external injuries on his body, and he has serious internal injuries and is poisoned. No one can resist it."

"Uncle, think of a solution. When we came back from Japan, we felt that each of us was seriously injured than him, and we survived in the end." said Monk Hua.

"It really doesn't work, let the two old men come and take a look..." Hei Xiaose also said.

"No one comes to it. In addition to these injuries, this person also burned the power of his original essence. His spiritual power was exhausted, his dantian Qi sea was broken, and he was powerless to recover the sky." Xue Yasong said.

"After taking the pill for life-threatening, it doesn't work?" Bai Zhan also said.

"With this pill, it can hold up the soul and soul for three days, but after three days, people will definitely die, and it is really beyond help." Xue Yasong said.

"Zen Master Zhiyuan was not so seriously injured. He must have come all the way from Baoxiang Temple. He kept telling us something very important, so he had to consume the power of his original body, which would make the point where the oil was exhausted." Monk Hua clasped his hands together and bowed to Zen Master Zhiyuan.

"I have a way to make him look back and use the seventy-two needles of the Ghost Gate on him, but this method can only make him sanitize for three minutes. Once three minutes pass, he will definitely die. Are you planning to delay for three days, or ask him to wake up for three minutes and make an idea." Xue Yasong glanced at everyone and said.

This is a big problem, life is at stake.

Either be a living dead person for three days or wake up in three minutes.

Monk Hua sighed and said, "There must be something important to Master Zhiyuan comes here. I think he will give him three minutes. Even if he lasts for three days, he will still die, and there is no meaning. If there is really something very important, everything will be too late."

"I agree with Presbyterian." Bai Zhan said.

Xue Yasong looked at the others again and nodded one by one.

"Okay, I'll let him wake up for three minutes." As he said that, Xue Yasong opened a cloth package, which was densely packed with silver needles of all sizes.

Soon, the silver needles in Xue Yasong's hand were inserted one by one on the important acupoints of Monk Zhiyuan.

After inserting dozens of silver needles into him, when the last needle was settled, the monk Zhiyuan's body suddenly moved slightly.

"Living..." Hei Xiaose said excitedly.

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the monk Zhiyuan suddenly sat up and opened his mouth and spit out a ball of black stuff.

Everyone looked to the ground, and there was black blood mixed with some minced meat from internal organs.

It seems that I can't save you anymore, my internal organs are all covered in paste. If I were an ordinary person, I would have no idea how long I had been dead.
Chapter completed!