In the wilderness, as Buddha murmured, a ruby-like elixir was stuffed into Zhang Xuezhou's mouth.
A huge amount of blood energy suddenly enveloped the body, and there were countless whispers whispering in the ears, and bursts of life-threatening shouts were issued.
But in the sutras recited by the Buddha, these whispers finally disappeared, leaving only the huge flow of Qi and blood in the body.
As the body recovers, one after another Tai Qing Zhen Technique continues to fall.
After every thirty rounds of surgery, a piece of fruit was stuffed into Zhang Xuezhou's mouth, accompanied by the Buddha's murmur.
"Sumi fruit can quickly replenish mana, but no more than three can be consumed daily!"
"This fruit is slightly less effective for me. I didn't expect it to be able to fully replenish your mana!"
"I don't despise your poor cultivation!"
"I'm just telling the truth!"
From time to time, the Buddha's difficult-to-standard words came from Zhang Xuezhou's mouth, and from time to time, Zhang Xuezhou responded lazily.
He reached out and performed the spell.
The third-level Taiqing Zhenjutsu obviously cannot restore the Buddha's body.
This leaves Zhang Xuezhou with no choice but to exchange quantitative accumulation for qualitative change.
This is Zhang Xuezhou's most useful technique at present, and he can use it from time to time.
But today, Zhang Xuezhou also began to find that Taiqing Zhenshu had gradually failed to keep up with the pace of his pursuit.
The state of Buddha's body being seriously injured may correspond to the possible consequences of fighting between great practitioners.
As long as Zhang Xuezhou's body is broken to this extent, even if he is still breathing, Zhang Xuezhou cannot rely on Taiqing Zhenshu to save his life.
"It's a pity that I can't go back!"
Thinking that he was now in the Yuezhi Kingdom, who knew how far away from the Han Kingdom, Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to stop thinking.
"Where did you learn from a teacher?"
"I really, really want to learn something from your sect!"
"Don't worry, you will be paid!"
Compared with asking Zhang Xuezhou before, but now Fozi has learned how to negotiate.
"You will definitely need to strengthen your spiritual consciousness when you step into the fourth realm. It just so happens that I know a few places that have powerful medicines that can strengthen your spiritual consciousness. After all, I also have needs. We can go together," Buddha said sincerely.
"What a coincidence, I also know that there are several places where such great medicines are available," Zhang Xuezhou said equally sincerely.
"Is it so taboo in your sect?" Buddha asked.
"It's not a taboo, but you can't go there!" Zhang Xuezhou refused.
"There is no place in this world that we Westerners cannot go to!"
"In the Cold Pond of the Holy Land of Evil Luo Chuan, you can go there and learn a scale and a half claw!"
…
Zhang Xuezhou's response made Fozi fall into silence.
When the Western Sect was first established, there was a shortage of manpower. In order to build momentum, the two leaders captured many big demons to replenish their numbers.
Among the many holy places, Evil Luo Chuan Holy Land, which houses monsters, almost curses Western religion with its nose.
Buddhas can receive courtesy in many places, but this does not include the demon clan's territory such as the Evil River Holy Land.
"Is what you said true?" Buddha asked doubtfully.
"Do you think the demonic power in my body is something that I grew out of nowhere?" Zhang Xuezhou replied.
"But if you come from that kind of place, what is your cultivation level..."
"It's almost close. It's not a big deal. Besides, if my cultivation level is poor, I'm still alive at least. You may not be able to survive if your cultivation level is high!"
Zhang Xuezhou reminded him, and Buddha suddenly felt terrible and had to start telling Zhang Xuezhou that he needed to take good care of his physical body.
"You have to do your best!"
Buddha has a great medicine to restore qi and blood, and a great medicine to restore mana, but Buddha has no ability to restore his nearly torn body.
In order to heal and recover his body, he could only temporarily borrow the techniques released by Zhang Xuezhou.
However, although Zhang Xuezhou was extremely proficient in casting spells, the water standards of his spells were a bit poor, and the other party's cultivation was limited, making it difficult to recover the Buddha's body in a short time.
This made Buddha somewhat regretful.
"I am very dedicated and try my best," Zhang Xuezhou said, "but I have a problem with sleeping. When the time comes, I have to sleep. I can't get up at night to give you repair surgery to prevent the injury from getting worse."
"I'm willing to pay for it!" Buddha said.
"This is not about reward, it's because I really can't do it." Zhang Xuezhou spread his hands and said: "And we have to find a safe place to stay as soon as possible to avoid being searched."
"There is a stone cave ten miles to the west. It is covered by water and grass. It cannot be seen from the sky and is difficult to search on the ground. We can take refuge there temporarily," Buddha said.
"Do you know of such a secret place?"
"Because we used to live in the cave over there."
Zhang Xuezhou gave some advice, and then gave up on the Tai Qing Zhen Technique, letting Fozi control his body to carry the severely injured body.
The most seriously injured part of Buddha's body has received temporary treatment, and he is temporarily alive. The most important thing now is to find a place to stay, and then to other controversial places.
Fozi picked up his body and looked around with a frown.
The remains of corpses, the embers of the temple, the magic weapon that lacks its owner, and the eighteen dragon subduing stakes that are difficult to recover.
Everywhere is filled with dilapidation, destruction, and death...
Buddha stood up, his mind a little dazed.
One general's achievements are worth thousands of bones, and the achievements of the generals are piled up with the lives of the sergeants.
Everyone was cheering for the general's victory, but no one remembered the name of the sergeant who lost his life.
The same is true in Western religions. No one and no one will remember these dead Dharma protector monks.
But all the Buddhist monks who protected him were dead, and he had not yet succeeded. His cultivation would inevitably decline, and he might still be unable to withstand the possibility of death.
Many things turn out differently than imagined.
There is no opportunity mentioned by the leader.
His cultivation has never improved, and his magical powers have never eliminated hidden dangers.
Like a general who loses a battle, he ultimately becomes a failed Buddhist disciple.
Buddhist disciples can only be glad that they are not in the Western religion at this time, otherwise they would have attracted a lot of attention, and would even have been ridiculed and attacked, and would eventually have been removed from the ranks of Buddhist disciples.
He can now move freely and think carefully about what he needs.
Obviously, the most important issue for him right now is survival.
Whether it was the pursuers or Zhang Xuezhou mentioned that he would inevitably fall asleep at night and could not cure the problem, this was a test of life and death for him.
He staggered, holding his body and walking away, leaving the temple where he had lived for three years.
"Do you really have to go to bed when the time comes at night?"
On the way, Buddha sought to confirm relevant matters.
"Yes, it's necessary," Zhang Xuezhou responded, "I lay under your temple bed and slept all night last night!"
"No wonder your senior brother didn't take you with him when he ran away," Fozi said.
"I'm just a burden, I'm used to being thrown away!"
Zhang Xuezhou sighed.
This made Buddha feel a little bit sympathetic.
For him who was seriously injured, he was also a burden at the moment.
He and Zhang Xuezhou cherished each other because they were suffering from the same disease.
He couldn't help but play the sympathy card several times, seeking to force Zhang Xuezhou to control his body and perform several spells even after he fell asleep, so as to prevent his physical injuries from worsening during the night.
After some nice talk and additional remuneration, Zhang Xuezhou reluctantly agreed.
"Next, it's time for me to keep a vigil for myself!"
The night time came slowly in the normal waiting. Fozi felt that Zhang Xuezhou was still very energetic in his thinking, and it was difficult to believe that the other party would suddenly fall to the ground and fall asleep.
But he had to guard against such an accident, after all, he couldn't make fun of his own life.
"five!"
"Four!"
"three!"
…
It was getting closer and closer to the time when Zhang Xuezhou mentioned that he would definitely fall asleep. Fozi was also counting down while feeling Zhang Xuezhou's consciousness.
"zero!"
As the numbers in his mind were counted, Buddha's eyes went dark.
When he came back to his senses, Zhang Xuezhou's active consciousness could still be felt in this body.
As a bird occupying a dove's nest, before he could feel the complete harmony between his consciousness and his body, Fozi immediately felt the arrival of a destructive consciousness.
The destruction was like the core on his forehead.
The difference is that his nuclear-derived magical power is aimed at destroying the physical body, whether it is against the enemy or himself.
But at the moment, this kind of destruction that has never given birth to supernatural powers is aimed at divine consciousness, and it only exists within Zhang Xuezhou's body.
The feeling of danger of being erased came to his mind, and Fozi couldn't help the fear in his heart, and quickly relied on the pull of his physical body to force his spiritual consciousness back.
(End of chapter)
