Hearing this, Liu Yun thought for a while: "There is no good way. There is no medicine that can cure this situation yet."
Hearing this, all the pilgrims were instantly heartbroken.
this. . .
Are you hopeless?
In an instant, all the angry gazes of the pilgrims turned to the group of monks controlled by Yang Jiajun.
How devout he was when he was offering incense, now he is so angry.
If it weren't for the Yang Jiajun blocking them, Yang Si had no doubt that these monks would be torn apart by these angry pilgrims.
"However, don't worry." Liu Yun continued.
In an instant, all the pilgrims' eyes turned to Liu Yun, with hope in their eyes.
"Although there is no medicine or stone to cure this toxin, as long as you are not terminally ill, it is not that easy to cause death."
"We only need to destroy all the sandalwood in this temple. Then they will have no way to come into contact with these things and they will naturally heal themselves."
"But in the next period of time, those who are slightly poisoned will be mentally depressed and physically weak. Some people who are too deeply poisoned will even feel the pain of thousands of ants eating their hearts."
"You just need to be strong-willed and endure it, but some weak-willed people will try their best to find these sandalwood incense when the poison strikes."
"So be sure to destroy all these sandalwoods."
Drugs!
Although what Liu Yun said was complicated, Yang Si also knew what this thing was, and it really had to be destroyed.
"Come here, search out all the incense and candles in the temple and burn them all." Yang Si gave the order directly.
A group of Yang family troops immediately rushed into the temple hall to search for these incense candles.
The pilgrims were worried. They didn't know whether they were suffering from mild or severe poisoning.
After all, the ten thousand ants eating the heart that Liu Yun just talked about sounded scary.
However, after hearing that it was not that easy to die, I was relieved, at least my life was no longer in danger.
Looking at the soldiers who had rushed in to search for incense and candles, Yang Si then stepped lightly.
When we arrived at the entrance to the main hall of Jingxin Temple, there was a merit platform. There was a completely sealed box on the platform that seemed impossible to open.
On the box, there are three large gilded characters, Merit Box!
Yang Si looked back at the monks with a smile but not a smile: "The merit box, do you want to use the merits of the world to suppress it? It seems that you are not afraid."
Many of the faces of the great monks who were held hostage by the Yang family army changed suddenly.
However, others were completely confused.
Yang Si stamped his feet, which were thick under his feet.
"Where is the agency?" Yang Si looked at the great monks.
"Amitabha, what's the mechanism? The poor monk doesn't know what the donor is talking about." The senior monk who took the lead was still pretending to be confused.
"Now that we've reached this point, it's no longer fun to be tough." Yang Si shook his head.
"In that case, I'm too lazy to find any mechanism." Yang Si turned his head and looked at the merit box.
Brush ~
Yang Si drew out the long sword of a Yang Jiajun, and with a few strokes, he split open the merit box.
However, after the merit box was opened, it was empty.
However, there is a funnel-shaped gap where the merit box connects to the stone merit platform underneath. Apparently there is still space underneath.
And all the money that was put into the merit box leaked through the cracks.
At that time, there was still a legend in Xixiang City about this merit box that was said to never be full.
Is this the result?
When the pilgrims saw this scene, they started talking again.
"Taoist Master Ling, I have a hard time to do next. Please break this merit platform into pieces." Yang Si said after retreating some distance.
"Okay." Ling Yu stepped forward.
Although a strong person in the eighth realm cannot claim to be like a Martial God, he can break through one or two rocks.
Not to mention, this merit platform is not solid.
Boom~
Invisible energy surrounded Ling Yu, distorting the surrounding air.
drink!
Ling Yu shouted loudly, pushed out his palms violently, and two blasts of true energy hit the stone platform very quickly.
boom! ! The four terrifying waves spread out around the stone platform.
Along with this, broken stones quickly flew everywhere.
Ouch~
ah! !
Many people were hit by flying stones, and some unlucky ones even suffered severe head injuries.
Some people, including members of the Yang Jiajun, were also recruited.
"Oops, I'm sorry, I used too much force. I didn't expect this stone platform to be more fragile than I thought." Ling Yu said quickly.
He thought that this force would at most crack the stone platform, but he didn't expect it to explode directly.
Yang Si also squatted down with his head in his hands. In fact, he had quietly dodged several big rocks, but he still pretended to be hit by a few small rocks.
On Xia Yuerong's side, Liu Yun easily blocked all the rocks in this direction.
Therefore, the worst thing was the pilgrims, but luckily they were beaten and bleeding.
"Si'er." Xia Yuerong walked over worriedly.
"Fourth Young Master, are you okay?" Ling Yu said sheepishly.
"It's okay." Yang Si stood up and patted his clothes.
"The injured will be bandaged first. The pilgrims will go and help bandage the injured civilians as well." Yang Si looked around the scene. Except for a few who were bruised and bleeding, there were no major problems.
Later, Yang Si came to the location of the merit platform and directly saw that the stone platform had disappeared, revealing a dark hole.
"Bring a torch over here." Yang Si prepared to go down.
"Fourth Young Master, let me do this for you. What if there is any danger down there?" Ling Yu said at this time.
"Okay." Yang Si nodded.
Lingyu's eighth-level warrior's strength is indeed safer.
Then, Ling Yu held up a torch and jumped in.
Watching Ling Yu go down, all the monks in Jing Xin Shi's faces were ashen.
"You guys, do you have anything else you want to say?" Yang Si looked at the group of monks.
"As expected of Yang Silang with unparalleled wisdom, the poor monk admires him, but I don't know how Mr. Yang discovered it." The three-level monk calmed down.
"I have my own way." Yang Si stood with his hands clasped.
At this moment, Ling Yu jumped out directly, holding a child in his hand.
"Dog baby, dog baby!! That's my dog baby!!"
Among the pilgrims, a man shouted excitedly.
He just came to Jingxin Temple to offer incense and pray to find his child.
Unexpectedly, when he was offering incense, his child was at his feet.
"Child? How come the missing child is here?!"
"I knew these monks weren't any good either!"
The pilgrims and the common people who came to watch the excitement immediately started talking about it.
"Sure enough, we still have to take action from the Fourth Young Master."
"No wonder the Yang family army came directly around!"
. . .
"Let him come over." Yang Si gestured.
The man immediately rushed over and crawled directly to Ling Yu, reaching out to take the child: "Gou baby, my dog baby, it's me, I'm daddy."
"Daddy?" The child who was brought up by Ling Yu at this time looked really confused, looked at the man in front of him, and murmured.
"Gouzi, what's wrong with you? Don't scare daddy. Don't you know daddy?" The man said anxiously, looking at the somewhat delirious child.
"Taoist Master Ling?" Yang Si looked at Ling Yu.
"Ecstasy, the more than fifty children below are all like this." Ling Yu sighed.
"There's nothing you can do?" Yang Si remembered that Ling Yu easily woke up the child yesterday.
Ling Yu shook his head.
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