City Against Heaven Doctor

Chapter 71 Saved a Monk

Ku Ti's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he swung his knife forward suddenly.

A white light flew out, slashing towards the fleeing monk.

"Be careful--"

When Kumo saw this, he immediately shouted.

However, the body of the desperate monk stopped suddenly, a line of blood ran from his forehead all the way down to his abdomen, and finally split in two.

Kumo's figure trembled, and he could no longer contain his grief and anger, so he raised his hand and hit Kuti.

A Buddha's palm handprint burst out.

Ku Ti looked at this "Great Compassion Palm" coldly, dismissed it, and said, "I'm courting death!"

Kuti mobilized vitality and poured it into the immovable meditation bowl, and the bowl hummed suddenly, and hit towards Kumo.

A ray of golden light with unparalleled power rushed all the way, breaking away from the Buddha's palm and handprints, and finally hitting Kumo's body.

Kumo spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and slid for dozens of meters before stopping.

On the ground, there was a long bloodstain.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Kuti held a bowl in his hand, looked up to the sky and laughed, kicked his feet on the ground, leaped into the sky, and finally disappeared into the deep forest and walked away...

Not long after, on the path leading to the mountain temple, Jiang Feiyun looked up at the temple on the mountainside.

"Huh? Why is the road up the mountain blocked?"

Jiang Feiyun thought about it, the last time there was a big disturbance at the White Horse Temple, could it be that Master Kumo was afraid and felt that he led the White Horse Temple to hide from the world of mortals?

Jiang Feiyun couldn't help sneering, if he really decided to hide, why did he come out to harm the Zhao family?
Jiang Feiyun dodged and flew into the mountainside.

For ordinary people, this obstacle may be a natural barrier, but for Jiang Feiyun, it can be overcome in one step.

After Jiang Feiyun's feet landed on the ground, a bloody smell rushed over his face.

Jiang Feiyun frowned immediately.

Jiang Feiyun glanced around, seeing headless corpses lying on the ground with blood flowing everywhere.

"how come……"

When Jiang Feiyun first came to the White Horse Temple, he found that it had been completely wiped out, and the blood was not cold, which obviously happened just now.

This method is too cruel!
Jiang Feiyun walked among the bloodied corpses, his eyes scanned everywhere, and finally saw an old man in cassock, his eyes lit up.

Jiang Feiyun stepped to the side of Kumo who was lying on the ground.

"Mage Kumo?"

Jiang Feiyun squatted down and took a general look at Kumo's injury. His breath was weak, and the internal organs in his body were shattered.

Jiang Feiyun's face was heavy, a majestic master of dignity was beaten like this, who is the other party? "

But human life is at stake, and Jiang Feiyun didn't have time to think about it, so he immediately took out his paintbrush and drew a healing rune on Kumo's chest.

The rune disappeared into Kumo's chest, temporarily stabilized Kumo's injury, and pulled his foot back from the gate of hell.

Kumo slowly opened his eyes, and in his blurred vision, he could only see a figure layered on top of each other, blurry.

"Master Kumo...Master Kumo..." Jiang Feiyun saw that Kumo regained his breath, and asked quickly, "Who beat you like this?"

"Yes Yes……"

Kuma, who was as angry as a silk, stuck a word in his throat, and finally closed his eyelids, and passed out.

Seeing Kumo's appearance, Jiang Feiyun immediately sighed. It seems that he was injured too badly, and it's a miracle that he didn't die.

Jiang Feiyun raised his eyes and looked around the messy place.

The formerly glorious White Horse Temple has become dilapidated, with blood stains everywhere.

"Forget it, the dead are the greatest!"

Jiang Feiyun raised his right hand, flicked his fingers, a red flame shot into the sky, turned into a rain of fire, and fell into the sky.

The sparks contaminated the entire mountain forest, and immediately turned into a raging fire, engulfing this area.

Jiang Feiyun picked up Kumo, who was dying, and rushed down the mountain.

A moment later, the entire mountain was turned into a sea of ​​flames, and the once prominent White Horse Temple was also buried in the sea of ​​flames.

The headline in Xingzhou City the next day was that the White Horse Temple caught fire unexpectedly, and all the monks who came forward from the temple were killed in the sea of ​​flames.

Jiang Feiyun hugged Kumo, who was still heaving, and got into the car.

Then he drove the car and ran thousands of miles back to the villa in the medicine field in the southern suburbs.

Jiang Feiyun hugged Kumo to the bed, then picked up the brush, drew the aura around him, and drew a life-locking formation in the air to trap Kumo's passing breath.

Jiang Feiyun retracted the brush and looked at the ink lines constantly flowing in the air.

These ink lines are connected with each other to form a huge formation, blocking the circulation of the inside and outside, thereby locking the passage of Kuma's breath.

"Just like this, I'm afraid he won't survive tonight."

Thinking of this, Jiang Feiyun frowned slightly.

If he can't find some precious herbs to prolong his life, I'm afraid he will die too.

But this Zhao family's medicinal field was only opened up a month ago, and the medicinal materials in it are not mature at all, so what can be used to prolong the life of suffering?

This is undoubtedly a difficult problem.

Jiang Feiyun thought for a while, and said to himself: "It seems that this is the only way."

Jiang Feiyun immediately took out a stack of paper, put it on the table, and rubbed the ink again.

After taking out the brush and dipping it in some ink, he began to draw herbs on the white paper.

The so-called painting medicine can not only treat diseases and injuries by drawing runes.

If you practice to a high level, you can even draw medicinal herbs, and their medicinal effects are no different from real medicinal herbs.

It's just that this is extremely demanding on a person's vitality.

The last time Jiang Feiyun helped Zhao Zhongxi draw the 300-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, he exhausted his mind, but today he has to draw more than a dozen precious medicinal materials, which consumes even more energy.

"Fortunately, my current cultivation base has stepped into the respectable state, so I should be able to paint these medicinal herbs before dark."

Jiang Feiyun turned his head and glanced at Kumo who was still in a coma, full of doubts in his heart.

"Who beat him like this? And slaughtered the entire White Horse Temple?"

To be able to beat a master who respected the early stage into such a mess, presumably the opponent's cultivation must be extraordinary.

"It seems that all this can only be asked after he wakes up."

As the sun set in the west, the crimson sunset glow sprinkled on the earth, dyeing the entire valley in a carmine color.

Twilight is everywhere, and a round of bright moon leaps up the branches and moves into the night sky.

It was already midnight.

Jiang Feiyun set up a medicine stove in the courtyard, put the more than a dozen blueprints into the medicine stove, then poured three bowls of water, and then boiled them over warm fire.

Jiang Feiyun sat in the corridor, quietly waiting for the pot of medicine to boil.

After an hour, Jiang Feiyun poured the boiled medicine into a bowl and walked into the room.

With a wave of his arm, Jiang Feiyun opened a gap in the life-locking array and walked in.

"Looking at you like this, it seems that you can't open your mouth to drink medicine, right?"

Jiang Feiyun looked at the dead Kumo, he was already half dead, unable to drink the medicine.

Jiang Feiyun had no choice but to find another way.

I saw Jiang Feiyun splashing the medicinal soup in his hand into the air, and a bowl of rich medicinal liquid immediately filled the air.

Jiang Feiyun released the vitality in his body, covering the liquid medicine.

Drops of medicinal liquid seem to be lifted by an invisible force, suspended in the air, hanging but not falling.

Jiang Feiyun used the vitality released by himself to control the liquid medicine to slowly descend and drip onto Kumo's skin.

The traces of medicinal liquid, like spring rain nourishing the dry land, are dotted on the painful skin.

Jiang Feiyun raised his arm and pressed his palm down.

A powerful coercion enveloped the liquid medicine that was wet on the skin and squeezed it into the body along the pores of Kumo's body.

After just a few blinks of an eye, a bowl of medicine was delivered into Kumo's body without the need of mouth or tongue, and began to nourish his injury.

……

In the early morning of the next day, the birds on the branches began to sing softly.

Jiang Feiyun, who was sitting cross-legged in the corridor, slowly opened his eyes, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

"call--"

Jiang Feiyun exhaled slowly, and a white mist sprayed out from Jiang Feiyun's mouth and nose like a white mist.

After a night of recuperation, the vitality that was exhausted yesterday recovered again.

Jiang Feiyun turned his head to look at Kuma lying in the room, still motionless.

It's just that today's bitterness, because of the nourishment of the bowl of medicine last night, has turned ruddy, but still looks haggard.

"Give him a few more medicines, and after more than half a month of recuperation, he will be able to recover as before."

Jiang Feiyun withdrew his gaze, and after Kumo woke up, he had to ask everything clearly.

Is this bitterness really a minion of the Jin family?
Otherwise, why were the wooden combs found one after another in the Zhao family's territory?

Who else in this world can refine such a spiritual tool except Kumo?
But why did Kumo work for the Jin family?
Why did the White Horse Temple suddenly lead to the disaster of extermination?
"Is it to kill the donkey?"

Jiang Feiyun shook his head, but he couldn't think of a reason. The truth of everything will be revealed when this bitter man wakes up.

Didi... Didi...

At this moment, the phone in Jiang Feiyun's pocket rang.

Jiang Feiyun took it out and saw that it was Zhao Lingyue calling.

Jiang Feiyun pressed the answer button and placed it next to his ear, and a familiar tone came from the phone immediately.

"Jiang Feiyun, you've been a hands-off shopkeeper for a month. Since you came to the company for two days, you haven't seen you for the rest of the time. As a man, aren't you ashamed to be so irresponsible?"

Although Zhao Lingyue was trying her best to suppress her anger, Jiang Feiyun could still hear dissatisfaction from her words.

"Don't be ashamed!" Jiang Feiyun shrugged and replied frankly.

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then hung up the phone with a "snap".

Tick ​​tock!

The round watch made a beep, the second hand pointed to a certain direction in the distance, and the minute hand absorbed the three-second hatred from Zhao Lingyue.

"Uh……"

Jiang Feiyun looked at his phone blankly.

"Get angry so easily?"

Jiang Feiyun propped his cheeks, did the heartless words just now offend this young lady?
"Oh, forget it, let's go and see this Miss President today."

Jiang Feiyun stretched.

Thinking about it carefully, since Shangcai applied for the assistant to the president and helped Zhao's Pharmaceutical find the source of the disaster, he never went to the company again.

Thinking about it this way, it seems really outrageous.

In addition, now that Jiang Feiyun is Zhao Lingyue's boyfriend in name, and has disappeared for more than a month, if it gets out, it will inevitably arouse suspicion.

Jiang Feiyun stood up and looked in a certain direction, it seemed that it was time to visit his nominal girlfriend.

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