The words are divided into two parts.
While Fuzi was "cleaning up" the magistrate, Huang Donglai and Tyrell had also made progress.
Relying on the cover of night and Huang Donglai's Qinggong skills, the two climbed over the wall and entered Wuren Temple without any danger.
Inside the walls of this temple, it is much deserted than outside. At a glance, there are only two rooms in the huge temple that are guarded by people. The rest of the temple is completely unattended. As long as you stand in the shadows, there will be no trace at all. People notice you.
Obviously, since most of the manpower in the temple has been deployed outside to maintain order in the queue tonight, only the minimum defense force is left in the temple.
Huang Donglai and Tyrell were not in a hurry. After observing in the dark for a while, they discovered that every ten minutes or so, a "monk" would come from "Garrison Point A", carrying two bottles that seemed to be filled with liquid. barrels, and trots all the way to "Garrison Point B". After entering for about a minute, he will come out with two empty barrels, and then return to Guard Point A...
After watching the other party "transport" like this three times, Huang Donglai and Tyrell discussed for a while and decided to go to the garrison location A first to explore.
The two of them did what they said, and quickly walked in the dark to the vicinity of the room. Huang Donglai followed Huang Donglai and used Qinggong to take Tyrell to the room.
In those days, the highest artificial light source above the ground was a lantern hanging under the eaves, so sneaking above the eaves, that is, on the roof... was difficult to detect; as long as you lay down low and didn't make any noise, Even if someone looks up, they probably won't be able to see you.
Of course, if you make a lot of noise, or stupidly straighten your back and cast a slender shadow on the ground on a moonlit night, then you deserve to be exposed.
To make a long story short, after sneaking around for a while, Huang and Tai arrived at the roof of the house at guard location A. They chose a spot and lay down together, then reached out to lift the tiles and peek inside the house.
In the brightly lit room, there was a kind-looking old man with a red face, sitting on a Taishi chair.
There was a large water tank on the ground next to the old man, and the tank was filled with green liquid.
Although it was quite far away, Huang Donglai, the young master of a poisonous family, could tell with his trained sense of smell that the liquid was made from a variety of different herbs.
Someone may have to make a judgment when seeing this. First of all, it can be concluded that the identity of this old man is probably the "miraculous doctor" Xiong Fengshan. Secondly, the vat next to him at this moment should be the one he is planning to sell to the villagers. Growing the "miracle medicine", every time he mixed a batch here, someone would transport it out in a bucket, and then he would go on to make the next batch.
If that’s what you think, then I’d say you’re half right…
Just when Huang Donglai and Tyrell took it for granted that the old man was mixing medicine in the jar, they saw... the old man picked up a big ladle, scooped up the liquid in the jar, and poured it into himself. Push it down your throat.
One scoop, two scoops, three scoops...
He poured it down so fast that in the blink of an eye, ten ladles of medicinal soup had been consumed, and his stomach was bulging.
Huang Donglai and Tyrell looked confused, and they both thought to themselves: "What are you doing? Testing the medicine? Then you don't need to drink so much, right? It's not necessarily because you are thirsty?"
Just when the two of them were puzzled, suddenly, the old man clasped his hands and recited a few incantations silently. After finishing reciting, his whole body staggered for a while, and then he bent down and pointed at the person at his feet. An empty barrel...vomited.
The vomiting was...not so much vomiting as it was squirting.
It was as if a faucet was turned on in his throat, and streams of green mucus spurted out.
Seeing this scene, Huang Donglai and Tyrell almost vomited together.
However, even though Huang Donglai was disgusted, he did see some tricks; after all, he was a Taoist. Although his Taoism was shallow and he couldn't recognize the finger tricks the old man was pinching, he could generally understand... the opponent's hands. It’s not random.
Therefore, Huang Donglai can basically confirm that the scene happening in front of him is not some strange hobby, but really using "magic medicine".
Thinking of this, Brother Huang quickly patted Tyrell. When the latter looked at him, he gestured for him to follow him and put the tiles back smoothly.
Three minutes later, the two of them had evacuated from the roof of that room and returned to the shadows in the distance.
"Brother, what's going on?" Tyrell's words are generally like this now. It can be regarded as a combination of earth and foreign. Anyway, it is much better than when he said "father and horse are amiable".
As for Huang Donglai, he had long been used to it, and he just replied in a normal way: "He should be using magic to buff the ordinary herbal soup, but what effect the final generated thing has, I don't know this just by looking at it." of."
"Oh?" Tyrell is a smart man. When he heard this, he immediately had an idea, "Then you... want to try it?"
"Go away~" Huang Donglai's answer was also very simple, "Who would taste that stuff?" He paused, pointed to the guard position B in the distance, and then said, "I mean, let's go to the second Let’s explore the place again, if possible, steal some of that medicine and give it to my uncle, he might know what it is.”
"Hmm...that makes sense." Tyrell nodded.
After the two said these words, they followed the shadow towards the guard point B.
That place was originally a warehouse in the temple, but now it has been transformed into a "pharmaceutical warehouse". Because this warehouse is very large and has several windows facing the back of the courtyard wall, so this time Huang Donglai and Tyrell did not go to the room, but went around to the unguarded rear, pierced the window paper and peeked inside.
At this time, there were about a dozen "monks" in the warehouse, all of them shirtless and sweating profusely, working in front of the desk.
I saw these "monks" just like kneading noodles, pouring the "vomit liquid" brought in by the buckets evenly into the pile of flour, and then quickly kneading it into a large dough, and then kneading out individual pieces of dough. Glutinous rice balls are slightly smaller dark green balls.
After finishing a batch, they would wrap the green pills in oil paper in groups of ten, tie them tightly with string, and then store them.
Huang Donglai knew at a glance that this group of people planned to sell this stuff to the common people as medicine; because this great doctor "opened clinics every nine days", he sold the medicine in packs of ten pills, which could be used by the common people for a day. If he eats one pill like this, the next time he consults, the patient will have just finished his medicine and will have to buy it again.
"Well... we have to find a way to get in and steal a package." Huang Donglai muttered and looked at Tyrell, "Otherwise, let's try to divert the tiger away from the mountain... You first go around to the front of the warehouse and distract those hands at the door. There are guards with lanterns, and I... will take advantage of the chaos to send a few hidden weapons into the house, extinguish the lights inside, then break in through the window, get the medicine, and then go to pick you up."
Huang Donglai thought that his plan was quite good, and Tyrell would agree to it, but unexpectedly...
"Nonono..." Tyrell, who has always been very talkative, actually waved his finger at Brother Huang, looked at him with a rather ambiguous look, and said, "If you do this, they will definitely be aware of the medicine." If it is stolen, it will alert the snake... Why don't you let me do it, I have a better way."
"What?" Huang Donglai's tone of voice was also brought in, and he asked doubtfully, "What can you do?"
"I can stand here without moving and steal a packet of medicine from it without anyone noticing," Tyrell continued.
"How?" Huang Donglai didn't believe it.
"Last month, under the inspiration of all Taoist priests, the potential contained in my body was stimulated, and I learned several skills. One of them is called telekinesis, which should be used here." Tyrell said.
"Oh..." Huang Donglai was not interested in pretending to understand at this point. He asked directly, "Then this 'lifting Keni and stuffing him to death' in words I can understand is..."
"Hmm... it can probably be called 'telekinesis'." Tyrell replied.
"Huh?" Huang Donglai was even more confused now, "What do you mean? Could it be that you can use your mind to control the actions of the people inside and let them throw the medicine out to you?"
Tyrell shook his head: "It's not that powerful, but I can..." As he said that, he looked through the small hole in the window and stared at a package of medicine that no one noticed in the room, and then made a Actions like grabbing from the air.
I thought he would easily use this "skill" as he called it, but I didn't expect that he was stunned for more than ten seconds as if he was constipated before he succeeded.
And when the package of medicine moved instantly from the house to Tyrell's hand, his whole body fell to the ground as soft as a puddle of mud, and he could hardly breathe, as if this "telekinesis" technique had killed him in half. Same fate.
"What the hell?" Huang Donglai was also quite surprised when he saw this hand. He immediately squatted down, patted Tyrell's back to help him calm down, and lowered his voice, "You are a bit awesome. Although I heard from Master that there is also a way to retrieve objects from the air in Taoism, but you, a person with no Taoism, can actually do this? Do you have the potential to use 'magic'?"
Brother Huang's guess was indeed partly correct.
The organization that Tyrell's former "master" belonged to was an organization in Europe that specialized in fighting supernatural evil forces, so the veterans of the Xuanqi Sect regarded Tyrell as a "fellow-minded person"; While following his master, he also had a certain understanding of his own potential under the other's advice. Unfortunately, before Tyrell could awaken as a qualified warrior, both he and his master encountered accidents, and he later lived in exile. Dazao.
It wasn't until he came to Xuanqi Sect a few months ago that Tyrell got the opportunity to restart his "cultivation" with the help of experienced Taoists.
However, in just a few months, he was naturally still at the starting stage. He had very few "skills" and because of his low "magic power", a telekinesis was enough to knock him out. It took a long time to recover.
"Let's not talk about it for now... we got the things, let's evacuate." Tyrell said after he regained his breath.
When Huang Donglai saw this, he didn't say much. He simply carried Tyrell on his back; anyway, with Huang Donglai's strength and lightness skills, this was not a big deal. Previously, he dragged Brother Sun for most of the place in Wujian Villa. Shandu is fine, and now he just sneaks out of the temple with Tyrell on his back, which is no problem.
…………
About a quarter of an hour later, somewhere outside Huxian City.
Tyrell and Huang Donglai, who had basically recovered, were jogging on the only road leading to the town.
Just when the shadow of the city was very close, two figures suddenly walked up to them in front of them.
Because they recognized each other from such a distance, the four of them met quickly.
"How's it going? What's the gain?" Fudoko is an elder, and he doesn't like to be verbose, so he directly asks about business as soon as he opens his mouth.
From this, Huang Donglai briefly told what he had just seen and heard in Wuren Temple. When he was about to finish speaking, Tyrell handed the package of medicine they had stolen to Fudozi, and let him Its view.
Fuzi took the package of medicine, opened the oil paper outside, picked up one of the pills, looked at it, smelled it, and then snorted coldly and said: "Huh... I don't know what the 'miracle doctor' is." What kind of magical power does it have? It turns out to be 'Meng Xin Fang'..."
"Uncle, do you really know this method?" Huang Donglai asked.
Fuzi nodded and immediately spoke to the three people around him...
