Datang: Awakening of the Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass at the Beginning

"I can't explain clearly for a while. Now I just want to find a way to wake up the martial arts master uncle."

"Yes, yes! It's my senior brother who didn't understand the priorities. We immediately took Uncle Fa Wu to see the host."

Huineng slapped his forehead and realized that now was not the time to ask these questions. Instead, he should hurry up and find the host and them.

With Huineng's help, the two of them quickly carried Fawu on their backs and arrived outside the host's meditation room.

"Host! Come out and help!"

"Senior Brother Huineng! The host is taking a lunch break, how can we make a scene here!"

The monk who was on duty outside the meditation room heard someone shouting loudly.

He immediately looked towards the source of the sound, only to find that it was Senior Brother Huineng coming over.

"Junior Brother Hui Qing! We'll talk about this later. Now it's our uncle, the martial artist, who has more important matters."

"What's wrong, Uncle Fawu? Senior brother, who is that person on your back?"

When Hui Qing saw that Senior Brother Huineng said it was about Master Fa Wu, he couldn't help but be a little curious, and then he discovered that Senior Brother Huineng was carrying someone behind his back.

"It's the martial arts master uncle! Now he's unconscious and in danger!"

"What! Uncle Fa Wu Master is in danger?

Junior brother Huiming? Why are you back? Didn’t you go to Blue Silver City? "

Hui Qing was still surprised about Uncle Fa Wu Master, but found that Junior Brother Huiming appeared in front of him.

Faced with Brother Huiqing's question, young monk Huiming didn't know what to say.

"Senior Brother Hui Qing! Don't mind my business for now. What's wrong with Uncle Fa Wu now?"

"Yes, yes! Look, I'm confused. I'm going to inform the host right now!"

Hui Qing said and immediately prepared to run to the meditation room.

"No need! I already know it!"

As the sound came, the door of the Zen room gradually opened, and then an old monk with a white beard walked out of it.

"Meet the host!"

"I've met the master!"

"Amitabha! Please forgive me! Tell us what happened?"

"Host! Look at Uncle Kuai Kuai Wu Master!"

"Fawu? What happened to Fawu? How could it be like this?"

The host didn't know what Huineng meant when he mentioned Fawu, but he soon discovered Fawu behind Huineng.

He was already unconscious at this moment, and it looked very bad.

"Quick! Carry your martial arts master uncle on your back and come to Lao Na's Zen room."

"Yes!"

After a period of fussing, Fawu was placed on the bed in the host's meditation room.

At this time, the host also came over quickly and checked Fawu's body.

Time passed by, and Huineng, Huiming, and Huiqing did not dare to breathe for fear of affecting the diagnosis and treatment.

"Alas! The person who hurt him was so vicious that he broke all the meridians in his body.

If Fawu hadn't still had some inner breath in his body, he would have passed away long ago. "

After careful inspection by the host, I have some understanding of Fawu's current situation.

At the same time, I was deeply angry at Zhang Sheng's merciless attack.

"Master! Is it possible to save Uncle Fa Wu Shi? The previous doctor said that it would take a thousand years of ginseng king to save Uncle Fa Wu Master."

"Thousand-year-old Ginseng King! That's a legendary thing!"

When Hui Neng and Hui Qing heard that Junior Brother Huiming said he wanted the Thousand-Year Ginseng King, they were also shocked and screamed. It was a priceless treasure.

"The doctor's words are correct. Thousand-year-old Ginseng King does have the power to heal Junior Brother Fawu.

But our White Horse Temple does not have such rare treasures, which is why I find it difficult. "

The host is naturally much clearer about things like the Millennium Ginseng King than they are, but this kind of thing is not something you can just have.

"Host! Think of a solution quickly. Could it be that you just look at the martial arts master uncle..."

At the end of Hui Qing's words, she couldn't speak any more and could only look at the host anxiously.

"Amitabha! I will figure out a solution for this matter. Let's go and call your uncles and uncles first!"

"Yes!"

They did not dare to neglect the host's instructions, so they were ready to go out immediately to call their uncles and uncles.

Just as the three of them were about to go out, little monk Huiming accidentally tripped on the threshold.

The whole person flew forward, fell to the ground and passed out.

"Junior brother!"

"Junior brother! What's wrong with you?"

This sudden scene also confused Huineng and Huiqing.

Then after he realized what he was doing, he immediately ran to the little monk Huiming to check.

"What's wrong? Huiming!"

The host naturally heard their shouts in the inner room, so he came out to see the situation. He found that his apprentice had fallen to the ground.

He was also startled immediately, thinking something had happened to Huiming.

He took three steps at a time and came to Huiming's side and began to examine him.

After examination, he found that Huiming had just fainted from overexertion, and then he felt relieved.

"Amitabha! Your junior brother Huiming is just overworked. He will be fine once he gets some rest.

Please send him back to his room and arrange for someone to take care of him. "

"Yes! Host!"

After hearing that Junior Brother Huiming was okay, they also breathed a sigh of relief, and then sent Huiming back to rest before looking for someone.

"Amitabha! Alas! What a troubled time!"

The host was also a little exhausted due to these events one after another.

However, the cold light in his eyes told the world that he was also aroused by the anger of King Kong at this moment.

Less than a quarter of an hour passed, and all the monks of the Dharma generation came to the Zen room where they were presiding.

"Meet the host!"

"Junior brothers, there is no need to be polite!"

After everyone saw the ceremony, the host also began to explain the whole story.

"What! Junior Brother Fawu was beaten to the point of death? Who is so bold?

Dare to go against our White Horse Temple? Where is Junior Brother Fawu now? I'll go see him! "

Fa Zheng, who usually had a good relationship with Fa Wu, became angry immediately, and depending on the situation, he even wanted to take revenge for Fa Wu.

"Junior Brother! Be patient! I'm calling you here this time mainly to deal with how to save Junior Brother Fawu. As for revenge, let's put it aside for now."

"What the host said is, how can we save Junior Brother Fawu? Does the host have any ideas?"

At this time another monk spoke.

"Yes! Thousand-year-old Ginseng King! Shaolin Yijin Dan!"

After the host said two answers lightly, they were instantly shocked.

"What! Thousand-year-old Ginseng King and Shaolin Yijin Dan!"

"How... how can you get this? This is something that even the Imperial City may not have."

Faced with the surprise of the junior brothers, the host had naturally expected it.

Otherwise, why would you come to them? I just want to discuss it and see if I can exchange it for something else.

"The thousand-year-old ginseng king that is now known is in the hands of Taoist Sun Zhenren, and half of it is also in the hands of Zhenren Ziyang.

However, Master Ziyang has always been at odds with our Buddhist sect. It is impossible to obtain the Thousand-Year Ginseng King from him.

Now only the thousand-year-old ginseng king in the hands of Master Sun is still possible. After all, Master Sun often saves lives and heals the wounded among the people, and is regarded as a rare Taoist virtuous person. "

"The host is right, but Master Sun's whereabouts are erratic.

It's hard for us to find him now, and Junior Brother Fawu can't afford to delay him. "

The host naturally understands everyone's concerns, but apart from this, the only thing that can save people now is Shaolin's Yijin Dan.

But Shaolin Temple and White Horse Temple have always been in a competitive relationship, and there is no such thing as the so-called Buddhist family.

So for a while everyone became silent.

"How about we go and beg Shaolin?"

Suddenly a timid voice broke the silence in the meditation room.