Chapter 3406: Three minutes awake

Wu Zhengyang took Wu Silu at Xue's pharmacy for a while, and then left, and everyone got up to see each other.
In fact, the old man came here, and there was nothing else. He was the one who worried about Wu Jiuyin's safety the most.
Because he knew who was going to deal with Wu Jiuyin, it was Su Bingyi among the three masters of Su Sect.
His two brothers were basically dead in the hands of Jiuyanghua Li Bai, and Wu Jiuyin was the leader of the Jiuyanghua Li Bai, so he didn't get anyone involved.
Maybe this time he planted and framed Wu Jiuyin, and there was Su Bingyi's part too.
But when Wu Zhengyang took his grandson to the door, everyone quickly discovered that there was a person lying five or six meters away from the entrance of Xue's medicine shop.
The man was covered in blood, and all his clothes were broken.
Since it was getting late and the man was lying on his stomach, everyone couldn't see the other side's face clearly.
Hei Xiaose looked at the person and said, "Damn, you see a person lying on the side, what's the way?"
"I guess it's here to see a doctor. There are many people who come to Xue's pharmacy every day, and many of them are practitioners." Bai Zhan said.
"Don't worry about anyone, first bring it to the house and talk about it. It's important to save someone. Looking at him like this, he should be hurt." Xue Xiaoqi rolled up his sleeve and said.
Ge Yu and Hei Xiaose immediately stepped forward to help, turning the man lying on the ground over.
At this moment, he was close, and everyone saw it clearly. The man lying on the ground turned out to be a great monk, wearing a blood-stained robes.
There is only one breath left, and the pulse is very weak.
"I'm going, how come you are a monk?" Hei Xiaose asked in confusion.
At this time, Monk Hua also came over and took a closer look. Even if he was surprised, he hurriedly said: "This monk is a monk from Baoxiang Temple in Leu Divan. I seemed to have seen him a few years ago. On the one hand, this person seems to be Zen Master Zhiyuan, a famous monk in Baoxiang Temple, how could he be injured like this..."
"Quick, hurry up and save people!" Xue Xiaoqi didn't say a word, and directly stuffed a deadly pill into the Zhiyuan monk's mouth.
Then, a group of people hurriedly carried the Zhiyuan monk into the house and laid it flat on a wooden bed.
Xue Xiaoqi quickly tore open the monk's robe of the great monk. There were all large and small wounds on his body, and it seemed that he had been poisoned.
That is, there are more than 20 places on the knife edge, and people are close to running out of oil and light.
"Can it be saved?" Monk Hua couldn't help asking.
"Hurry up and call my father over, I can't handle it alone." Xue Xiaoqi greeted everyone as he was busy.
Zhou Ling'er was also on the side, and hurriedly carried the child to the backyard, and went to find Father Xue Yasong.
Wu Zhengyang, who was taking Wu Silu to leave, couldn't leave at this moment. He was also very curious about why the monk at Baoxiang Temple, which was almost two hundred miles away from here, suddenly fell at the door of Xue's medicine shop.
Xue Xiaoqi was sweaty, and helped Zen Master Zhiyuan quickly deal with the wound and stopped the blood.
When lifting the person up just now, the monk Zhiyuan lying on the ground left a big blood mark on the ground.
It seems that there must be something urgent for him to find Xue's pharmacy, but he couldn't hold it at the door, and he squatted directly on the ground and passed out to death.
Without waiting for Xue Xiaoqi to help the great monk to finish treating the wound, Xue Yasong rushed over.
The shoes on my feet are worn upside down.
"What's the situation?" Xue Yasong rushed over as soon as he heard that someone was seriously injured, but he didn't have time to put on his coat.
"Father, take a look, it's a monk from Baoxiang Temple. It seems to have come all the way..." Xue Xiaoqi said.
Xue Yasong's face sank, and he walked to Monk Zhiyuan's side and helped him find his pulse and check his body. After a minute, Xue Yasong shook his head helplessly and said, "I'm afraid this person is not saved, and the trauma on his body is nothing. Moreover, he has been planted with serious internal injuries, and his body has been poisoned. No one can resist it."
"Uncle, think of a way. Several of us came back from Japan and felt that everyone was hurt more severely than him. In the end, he didn't survive." Monk Hua said.
"It really doesn't work, let the two old men come and take a look..." Hei Xiaose also said from the side.
"It doesn't work for anyone. In addition to these injuries, this person also burned the power of his original energy, his spiritual energy was exhausted, and his Dantian Qihai was shattered, and he was already powerless." Xue Yasong said.
"It doesn't work after taking the medicinal medicine for hanging life?" Bai Zhan also followed.
"With this pill, it can hold the soul in the body for three days, but after three days, people will undoubtedly die. It is really hopeless." Xue Yasong said.
"The Zen Master Zhiyuan was not hurt so badly. He must have come all the way from Baoxiang Temple. He doesn't stop. Maybe there is something very important to tell us, so he has to consume the power of the original yuan. Get to the point where the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry." Monk Hua put his hands together and bowed to Zen Master Zhiyuan.
"I do have a way to get him back to the light, and use the seventy-two stitches of the ghost on him, but this method can only make him stay awake for three minutes. After three minutes, he will inevitably die. You are planning to delay three. God, I still want him to be awake for three minutes and make an idea." Xue Yasong glanced at the crowd and said.
This is a big problem, and life is at stake.
Either be a living dead for three days, or be awake for three minutes.
Monk Hua sighed: "Master Zhiyuan is coming, there must be something important. I think I will give him three minutes. Even if it lasts for three days, he will still be dead. It doesn't make any sense. Very important things, everything is too late."
"I agree with the meaning of the old flower." Bai Zhan said.
Xue Yasong looked at the others again, and nodded one by one.
"Well, the old man will let him sober for three minutes." As he said, Xue Yasong opened a cloth package, and the cloth package was filled with dense, large and small silver needles.
Not long after, the silver needles in Xue Yasong's hands were inserted one by one on the important acupuncture points of the Zhiyuan monk.
After putting dozens of silver needles into his body, when the last needle settled, the body of the Zhiyuan monk suddenly moved slightly.
"Alive..." Hei Xiaose said excitedly.
The words didn't fall, but seeing that Zhiyuan monk suddenly sat up and opened his mouth, he vomited a cloud of dark things.
Everyone looked towards the ground, it was black blood, mixed with some minced meat from internal organs.
Looking at it this way, it is really impossible to save life, and the internal organs are all a mess. If it were an ordinary person, it would have been a long time since death.
After spitting out this mouthful of black blood, the Zhiyuan monk slowly opened his eyes and looked at everyone.