Old Jack was a little angry when he heard this. Could it be that this wanderer was mocking him for not trying to rescue him? He misunderstood the monk. Huigang, who grew up in Shaolin Temple in his previous life, had no idea about human relationship accidents, and he did not understand even more about the chivalrous and righteousness after walking in the world.

But Daro, the mother of Daro, refused to give up any hope of saving her son. She cried to Huigang:

"Please save my son's life. I have only this support. Please save him."

Huigang chanted the Buddha's name and was about to shake Dalu's hand. Although Old Jack was angry, he still reminded him when he saw Huigang's appearance:

"Young man, be careful of being poisoned, Daro's poison has reached his skin."

Seeing that Huigang did not obey his advice, he held Dalu's hand without any cover, and couldn't help but shut his mouth angrily.

Huigang was paying attention to Dalu's pulse. He felt that the body he possessed was far less sensitive than the one in his previous life, so he had to be very energetic when scrubbing his pulse to judge the invasion of toxins. Now all the sounds outside are separated, and of course he can't hear any advice.

Shaolin martial arts are famous all over the world. Few people know that Shaolin Temple's medicine is also the best in the world. Many Shaolin monks who walk in the world are often good doctors. They must be able to save people or save themselves when they walk in the world. This is also common sense.

Toxins are only eroding and have not yet corroded the patient's organs. The symptoms have been confirmed. This symptom cannot be cured by medication. Only internal energy can be used to force the poison.

Although the monk recovered for three months, because his original body was too weak, although he practiced the Yijin Jing diligently, his internal strength had only recovered more than 10%. If he used his internal strength to force the poison, he could only fight to the full force.

Everyone onlookers in the square felt very disappointed when they saw the monk holding Daro's hand first, and then still. Daro's mother even rolled her eyes and fainted in grief.

Just as everyone was about to disperse, someone suddenly screamed in surprise. Huigang, who had been still, suddenly emitted a faint white light. The bearded man, who had not left, saw that Daro's originally dead black face gradually returned to normal.

Just now, Old Jack was ready to rescue Huigang, who he thought was poisoned, but at this moment he was shocked by this scene and grew up.

The square was silent, and everyone who approached could see Daro's face becoming more and more normal, and his chest began to fluctuate rhythmically. In contrast, the white light on the wanderer's body became more and more prosperous, and he began to recite some syllables that no one could understand. Although it was a strange language, it sounded so sacred that everyone felt that their hearts became peaceful.

With a "ah" cry of pain, Daro woke up. He still vaguely remembered that he was bitten by something and then lost consciousness.

After waking up, he saw that the wanderer outside the town was in front of him, and looked at him with a smile. Before Daro could react, his mother hugged him crying.

Everyone in the central square was stunned, only Dalu's mother was crying with great joy.

"This is a sacred healing technique." Someone shouted, but this guess that deviated from the facts was in line with the questions in the hearts of the townspeople. It turned out that this mysterious wanderer was an ascetic priest from the Holy Church. He had just shown that the grace of God cured the death of Daro.

Although the town is small, there are many devout believers who come to pay tribute to Huigang.

Huigang was sweating all over, so tired that he didn't even have the strength to explain, and could only respond to the etiquette of the townspeople with an awkward smile.

After practicing for the past few months, Huigang felt that the electric light wrapped around the internal force became stronger and stronger as the skill recovered. Sometimes, the internal force was running to the extreme, not only would there be thunder and thunder in the move, but also a faint light.

The monk knew from his previous memory that this change in his internal strength might be related to magic. However, the ignorant Folite had no more knowledge of magic than Huigang who came from another world.

This time, the monk's state was much worse than in his heyday in his previous life. In order to save people, he could only fight with all his strength. The internal force he used all his strength naturally stimulated the electric light wrapped around his true energy, and involuntarily emitted the white light from his body.

As for the sound of chanting, it was a habit that Huigang developed in Shaolin. Because the martial arts he learned were strong all the way, if he practiced for a long time, his personality would become more and more violent. Therefore, when Huigang tried his best, in order to prevent himself from losing his spiritual consciousness, he recited the Diamond Sutra to control his spirit.

Unexpectedly, all this was misunderstood by people. It was the ascetic priests of the Holy Church who used divine magic to save people. You should know that it is not that simple to ask people in the church to rescue people. The divine healing technique requires the huge vitality of the caster. Although no one has seen what it is like to use divine magic in this remote place, there are endless bridges of sacred healing techniques in legends and myths.

Daro was hugged by his mother and cried bitterly, but was gently touched by the bearded Terry. Terry pointed at Huigang who barely stood up. He said softly:

"Darrow, don't cry anymore, why don't you go with your aunt and thank the master who saved you"

Dalu comforted his excited mother, and the two walked to Huigang together and knelt down respectfully.

Huigang quickly helped the mother and son in front of him up, and was staggered because of his weak body.

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. This is what I should do, and I should not be such a great gift."

After saying that, he slowly walked out of the square, and all the onlookers spontaneously made way for him. The townspeople looked at the modest monk and were filled with reverence. When Huigang passed by, many people respectfully saluted the monks by their names who praised the Supreme God.

The monk no longer had the strength to give the gifts to the people around him with a wry smile. Perhaps it was because Folite was educated by those nobles back then, and Huigang's movements were elegant and proportionate, which further added to his sacred taste.

Huigang dragged his tired body back to his hut, sat cross-legged and adjusted his internal energy. He had not encountered such a thief's consumption in the way he had lost the thief for many years, but when he entered the meditation and mobilized power, he suddenly found that the speed of the true qi in his body was actually faster. As the true qi was running rapidly, the monk gradually entered the state of forgetting both things and me.

When he woke up from his state of meditation, it was already late at night outside.

The hungry monk habitually wanted to go out to practice boxing skills. As soon as he went out, he saw all kinds of foods placed around the straw shed. Perhaps from his daily habit of begging alms, he knew that he did not eat meat, and was filled with various breads, dried fruits, pickled vegetables, etc.

He knew that there was no particularly rich product in this small town, and these things were already very much in mind. The ascetic priests in this world had some habits, which were quite similar to the monks who traveled around the world in Huigang. Devout believers also had the habit of offering sacrifices to these ascetic priests, and of course most people did not abide by it.

The next day, Dalu and his son, who had no time to express their gratitude last night, came to the door of the straw shed, followed by many spectators who were watching the fun and fresh.

The monk was much more energetic this time. He repeatedly stated that this was what he should do. At the same time, he politely rejected patients who asked for stomachache and sore arms, and sent them to see Old Jack with politeness.

But when Dalu and his son invited Huigang to live in the empty house next to the town, the monk hesitated and agreed.

When the monk settled in that small house, Dalu politely asked the monk what he had to ask for. The monk was a little hesitant. Dalu, who was usually a little clever, was stunned. According to his few experiences, the clergy in the church had an indescribable love for money. Although it was worth giving money to his life-saving benefactor, the savings in the family were indeed not much.

Just as Daro was thinking about it, the monk spoke with a little embarrassedly:
Chapter completed!