Zhang Yuan watched here for a while, but couldn't see anything, so he had to leave here.

The reversal of true qi completely disappeared, and the feeling of being deprived no longer continued.

After Zhang Yuan walked out of here, a group of young monks walked past him in front of him.

Soon, they also noticed Zhang Yuan, looked stunned, came over, folded their hands together, and said, "Amitabha, who is the donor? It seems that the little monk has never seen the donor before?"

Zhang Yuan smiled slightly and said, "I'm going down Zhang Yuan, I've just come up."

"Zhang Yuan?"

The few little shady monks looked at each other in a daze.

This name sounds so familiar.

It seems that I just heard my senior brother mention it not long ago.

One of the little novice monks reacted first, exclaimed, and said, "Are you a Zhang Shaoxia, a man? No, you are not a man. Are you a Zhang Shaoxia?"

The other little novice monks also reacted and exclaimed.

hehe.

Zhang Yuan smiled.

"It's just that I'm here, I'm here to stay here for a while so that I can do my best at any time. Can some young masters arrange a residence for me?"

"Young Master Zhang, please come with us."

One of the little novice monks had a flash of light in their eyes and said.

The other little novice monks were also unable to curb their excitement.

After all, it is because of the young age. The oldest one is only sixteen or seventeen years old. He is at the age of yearning for the outside world. Every once in a while, he will pester some uncles or brothers and listen to some strange stories in the world.

During this period, the most rumored one was naturally Young Master Zhang.

A group of little novice monks' eyes contained starlight and glanced at Zhang Yuan from time to time.

Zhang Yuan followed them toward another mountain.

During this period, several brave little novice monks asked him about some things, and he answered them one by one.

As I passed through a corridor, a cough suddenly came from my ears.

A middle-aged monk walked from the courtyard on one side, his face turned slightly pale, and he was about to cough after walking a few steps.

When a few little novice monks saw the monk coming, they stopped and saluted respectfully.

"I've met Uncle Master."

"Ahem``Who is this?"

The middle-aged monk coughed a few times and looked at Zhang Yuan in confusion.

Zhang Yuan also looked at him in confusion.

The monk looked about forty years old, with a wide body, wide face and square mouth, but his cheeks were slightly white and his lips were a little purple, as if he had some coldness.

Zhang Yuan looked at his hands calmly.

The monk's hands were huddled in his wide sleeves, and he could only see a long string of patina-like Buddhist beads.

Zhang Yuan felt fun in his heart.

It's not such a coincidence, right?

"Uncle Master, this is the legendary Zhang Yuan and Zhang Shaoxia."

A little novice couldn't help but feel excited and spoke.

"Young Master Zhang?"

The middle-aged monk suddenly realized, put his hands together and said, "It turns out it's Young Master Zhang, I'm not respectful."

"You are polite, Master."

Zhang Yuan returned with the Buddha's ritual and swept his eyes quietly to his hands again.

Unfortunately, the other party's palms were closed and his wrists were restrained.

He still couldn't see any abnormality and couldn't help but frown slightly.

"You must not neglect Young Master Zhang."

The middle-aged monk warned the little novice monks.

"Yes, Master Uncle."

A few little novice monks were respectfully and authentic.

The middle-aged monk coughed again, his face turned paler, and he walked towards the distance.

Several little novice monks continued to lead the way ahead.

Zhang Yuan suddenly smiled and asked curiously: "Several little masters, who is the master just now?"

A little novice smiled and said, "He is Master Yuanhui's uncle, the prison of this temple, and he is still our abbot's junior brother."

"Yes, Master Yuanhui's uncle is actually extremely powerful, but when he was sealed firmly a few days ago, he was injured in his internal organs, so he had a little cough."

Another little novice smiled.

"Shi Shi?"

Zhang Yuan's heart flashed.

This is considered a high-level manager.

It has a position similar to that of the major leaders.

But is the other party’s cough really caused by the stable seal?

Why did he feel like he was injured by his three-yin centipede palm?

I have to say that he is indeed a little sensitive now.

Any small change can easily make him feel suspicious.

After all, I encountered something very different last night.

The monk in black was sneaky and cruel and violent, which obviously didn't want people to discover him.

But what are you not trying to discover?

It's definitely a bad thing!

"Yes, it's a bad thing."

Zhang Yuan thought to himself.

I even more doubted the Yuanhui monk just now.

I was injured by the seal, so how could I have caused a cold?

"By the way, when did the injuries on Master Yuanhui appear, the body of several young masters?"

Zhang Yuan asked.

"Three days ago."

A little novice monk thought for a while and said.

Zhang Yuan frowned immediately.

Three days ago?

This time is not right. He only fought with the monk in black yesterday.

"Have he coughed before?"

Zhang Yuan asked.

"Coughed."

Another little novice nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said, "But it doesn't seem so intense, and it seems to have worsened the past two days."

“It’s getting worse again?”

Zhang Yuan felt his heart twitching.

In this case, Yuanhui will still focus on doubting the object.

Could it be that Yuanhui had been injured before, so when she fought with her, her strength was greatly limited, so she was shocked to retreat on the spot?

Otherwise, how could the temple in Shaolin be so weak?

The more Zhang Yuan thinks, the more likely it is.

Yes, eight out of ten.

"After Master Yuanhui was injured, are there any other abnormalities?"

Zhang Yuan asked.
To be continued...