"Hurry! Go and find the viewer!"

A group of people foaming at their mouths and twitching their hands and feet into the subjective, panting and authentic.

Subjectively, Xie Pangpang, who was copying the scriptures, changed his face slightly. He quickly stood up to greet him, put the man flat, and took a cushion and put it behind his head.

"Hold on, I'll go find my master now."

Xie Pangpang comforted her and was about to get up to go to the backyard to find her master when she heard Cheng Fan's clear voice coming from behind.

"No need, please wait aside first."

Xie Pangpang hurriedly greeted him and moved out of the position.

Everyone looked up and saw that it was Cheng Fan who came, and pushed him away, giving up the space.

"That's great! The master of the temple is here, Brother Lasheng is saved!"

"Sir, please help Lasheng see it, he will be almost out of reach!"

"That's right, his forehead started to get hot and cold since he just went up the mountain."

The sun shone through the gaps between the crowd and the pilgrims' faces that were wrinkled tightly due to pain, and their bodies also turned into shrimps.

"Don't worry, let me check it first."

Cheng Fan first checked his pulse and eyelids briefly. The man named Lasheng had a disordered pulse, gray eyes, and the vitreous body of his eyes became a little turbid.

His face was as pale as paper, with a hint of blue blue, the blue and purple blood vessels were clearly visible, and his lips were slightly purple.

Very toxic!

Cheng Fan's pupils shrank slightly, and he felt vaguely that the toxins in his body were spreading rapidly, like living creatures, aiming at attacking his organs.

He has never seen such a violent toxin in the world!

Immediately explored my spiritual sense and observed the pilgrim's body.

As soon as the spiritual consciousness entered his body, Cheng Fan suddenly frowned and let out a muffled groan.

There is a problem!

Cheng Fan endured the pain from his soul and forcibly cut off a trace of his spiritual consciousness.

What a fierce toxin, no, this is a plague.

It’s not like the plague that can be encountered in the human world, even his spiritual consciousness can be soaked!

Just then.

In the "Wenxin Temple" at the foot of the mountain, the old Taoist who was receiving other tourists seemed to have noticed the effect of his own plague.

A trace of light flashed in his eyes and a snicker appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph! This is a plague developed by this god himself. Even gods will get infected with this plague, let alone you are a little Taoist priest on earth?"

"Although it cannot cause any damage to the gods, for these mortals, and you, the little Taoist priest who dares to take away my faith, please bow your head to me and admit your mistakes! Hahahaha..."

Just as he was proud, the voices of tourists suddenly came from his ears.

"Old Taoist priest, put on incense sticks."

"Hehehe! OK, come here!"

A chrysanthemum immediately bloomed on the face of the scaly head Taoist, and he greeted him with a smile.

Cheng Fan's eyebrows frowned into the character "Sichuan", and his spiritual sense swept across the rest of the people in an instant.

Although they are not as serious as Lasheng, they are more or less infected with the breath of plague, and some people with weak constitutions have begun to cough.

This is not a simple cold, wind and cold, it is extremely infectious and has strong lethality to the human respiratory tract and lungs, and can cause great damage to the human immunity.

Cheng Fan frowned and immediately ordered Xie Yu: "Mingyu, quickly close the mountain gate. You can set up a sign to avoid guests at the foot of the mountain. You will not see guests again today."

Xie Yu was stunned for a moment, but when he saw Cheng Fan with a face, he immediately understood the seriousness of the matter and did what he should do.

Cheng Fan frowned, and there was already a faint plague in the air around him.

Pinch a spell to confine the nearby air so that they no longer flow, and to restrain the pores of the whole body and open the internal breath.

This plague is quite extraordinary, and he has to guard against it.

Since you cannot always detect spiritual consciousness, you must use some extraordinary means.

But before that, I should ask about the situation first.

Cheng Fan slowly stood up, waved his hand and penetrated a magic power with spiritual energy into Lasheng's body, nourishing his body.

La Sheng's face suddenly sootheed a little, and his body could lie down flat, but this could only make him feel a little better and he could not remove the plague.

"Guanzhu, how is Lasheng doing?"

Several other familiar pilgrims asked immediately, and several tourists who had come here for the first time looked at Cheng Fan half-doubtedly.

When I get sick, I don’t go to the doctor to cleanse my stomach, but come to find this Taoist priest. Is this Taoist Temple really that magical?

Cheng Fan asked in a serious voice:

"Don't worry, let me tell you first, how this believer got infected with this plague. It is of great importance, and I must first understand it clearly."

"Ah? So serious?"

Several people showed worried expressions, and one of them said:

"Statistics Master, we went to a 'heart-questioning temple' at the foot of the mountain. We thought it was the new department of your Drops..."

The man said their experience concisely, and then asked with concern:

"Sir, Lasheng took the poison himself and became like this. We should have no problem, right?"

This is also a concern for several others.

"Don't worry, let me investigate first."

Cheng Fan frowned, and his spiritual sense instantly looked towards the Wenxin Temple at the foot of the mountain, and immediately saw the scaly head old Taoist.

The old Taoist seemed to be able to sense Cheng Fan's spiritual sense, and looked provocatively in the air, with a strange smile on his lips.

Cheng Fan's face changed slightly. He realized that the entire "Insin Temple" was filled with a strong smell of plague.

All mortals who enter this temple, regardless of gender, age, will be infected with plague.

When a plague enters the body, it will not occur at the first time, but will enter the incubation period, and I don’t know when it will erupt.

A look of anger appeared on Cheng Fan's face. Could this old Taoist be an evil cultivator? Otherwise, how dare you joke about the lives of ordinary people?

But seeing that his breath does not have the smell of evil cultivators, those evil cultivators cannot easily pass through the formation and enter Hengcheng, let alone cause trouble under his drip view.

After dealing with the current problem, I will definitely ask you!

Cheng Fan's face was cold, and the people in front of him were trembling.

"Of course, we won't...

Cheng Fan came back to his senses and waved his hand and said, "You are indeed infected with a slight plague, but nothing is wrong. They are far less serious than Lasheng's situation."

"It's just that this kind of plague has extremely strong contagious ability. Some people cannot leave for the time being, so stay in the temple."

After Cheng Fan said that, several old pilgrims nodded. They all knew Cheng Fan's magicality and had no objection.

On the contrary, several tourists laughed out loud when they heard that they were sick.

"What are you kidding? Only the sick man lying on the ground took that pill, but we didn't. Do you think this is a virus?"

"Besides, if you are sick, don't go to the hospital for treatment, and run here to find a Taoist priest to treat you. Are you stupid?"
Chapter completed!