Chapter 33: What happens if the antidote cannot be produced

Tang Jinlou was shocked. He stood up, folded his hands together, and said respectfully: "Master Abbot."

Fang Zheng's gentle eyes stopped on his face for a moment, nodded and said, "It's great. The young man is healthy and has not been affected by the toxins. However, his internal organs have been slightly damaged. Be careful in the future."

Tang Jinlou was stunned, feeling sad and said nothing.

Yue Buqun said: "Lou'er, Master Fang is compassionate and wants to recite scriptures for you to drive away the demons in your heart... You must obey the master's teachings."

Tang Jinlou Ying said, "Yes." He doubted in his heart: Inner Demon? What kind of Inner Demon? Do I already have Inner Demon but I don't even know myself?

Fang Zheng said, "Reciting scriptures and meditation is my daily homework, how can I be regarded as a teaching?" He stood up and held the ritual with one hand and said, "I will say goodbye first. Young Master Tang can ask the monks in the temple tomorrow morning. I am in the meditation room, waiting for the young master to come." Chong Xu smiled slightly and said, "I have said goodbye too."

Tang Jinlou and Yue Buqun quickly returned the gift.

When the two left, Yue Buqun turned around and stared at Tang Jinlou who was sitting on the bed with his body straight on his face for a long time. Finally, he sighed and said, "Lu'er, you are injured, lie down and rest for a while."

Tang Jinlou smiled and said, "It's better to sit for a while."

Yue Buqun shook his head, sat down on the chair, looked at the carved window flowers on the door, sighed, and asked, "How did you mess with him like that big demon Ren Woxing?"

Tang Jinlou paused for a moment and said, "I saw that he killed innocent people indiscriminately and came forward to stop him, so I offended him."

Yue Buqun was stunned and asked, "Killing innocent people indiscriminately, this devil really harmed the martial arts world... Who did he kill?"

Tang Jinlou glanced at him slightly and said, "I don't know you."

Yue Buqun looked at him, with some expression on his face, and sighed for a while: "You did the right thing."

After a while, Yue Buqun said, "The poison you are in is very strange, and you must know its characteristics. However, just now, Master Fang Zheng had asked the monks from Shaolin Temple to prepare antidotes. Shaolin injury medicine has always been famous in the martial arts world. If there are still people in the martial arts world who can prepare its antidotes, then I believe that besides the Five Poisons Sect, there are only Shaolin monks." Yue Buqun looked at him and said, "You don't have to worry."

Tang Jinlou was silent for a while and said, "Master, what if the Shaolin monk cannot afford the antidote?"

Yue Buqun trembled when he heard this.

This question is actually a big knot that has always been in Tang Jinlou's mind. Since Taoist Master Chongxu told him about his situation after he used up the antidote, he had this question, but of course he could not ask this question against Taoist Master Xu, nor could he ask Su Yanyue. Only when facing Yue Buqun can he ask such a question with confidence. Yue Buqun is the last safety barrier in his heart besides himself.

Tang Jinlou stared at Yue Buqun quietly. Yue Buqun's eyes flashed and he said, "No..." Seeing that Tang Jinlou was still staring at him, Yue Buqun closed his eyes and said slowly after a long time, "Don't worry, there will be a solution."

Tang Jinlou was slightly disappointed, and suddenly felt a little overwhelmed. What's the joy of life and why should he die? But when he talked to his mother, he refused to say the ordinary conclusion.

If you can't get the antidote, you will naturally die.

Yue Buqun suddenly stood up, stared at the front, and said, "You have a good rest. Remember to go to Master Fangzheng's Zen Room tomorrow."

Tang Jinlou responded "Yes", and Yue Buqun had already opened the door and walked out.

Tang Jinlou was about to lie down when two knocks on the door sounded, and Su Yanyue's voice came: "Cousin."

Tang Jinlou felt warm in his heart, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Yan'er, come in." #

On the hill, three horses stood together, and three horses stood quietly on the high hill.

One person covered his right eye with a cloth, and the other left eye looked quietly in the distance. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Go away."

A beautiful young woman next to him looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but say, "Dad, do we really want to assassinate Dongfang Bubai now? Can't we prepare more?"

The old man turned his head and looked at her and said, "Yingying, I have been preparing for 12 years."

Ren Yingying lowered her head and said silently. She knew that her father had very high martial arts skills, very, very high. But she didn't know how high Dongfang Bubai's martial arts skills were! She had an unknown premonition in her heart.

Next to Ren Woxing, Xiang Wentian looked at Ren Yingying and said to Ren Woxing: "Master, Miss is right. Dongfang Bubai's martial arts are very good, so it's always good to make more preparations."

Ren Woxing shouted: "Hmph, no matter how high Dongfang Bubai's martial arts are, how high can it be? I have achieved great success in my star-sucking **. Are you afraid of him or not?"

Xiang Wentiandao: "Yes, the leader’s martial arts are superb, so he will naturally not be afraid of Dongfang Bubai, but..."

Ren Woxing waved his hand and said, "No need to say it, I have decided. I have been in prison for 12 years and I never want to wait any longer."

He turned his head to Wentian. Seeing Ren Yingying's worried eyes, he shook his head slightly, signaling her not to say anything again, and said, "It's just that Dongfang Bubai lives in Heimu Cliff, and it's not easy for us to see him."

Ren Woxing frowned slightly. Although he was esteemed for his martial arts and thought that the world could be obtained, he really wanted to use his martial arts to rush up to Heimu Cliff and kill Dongfang Bubai, but he knew that he did not have the ability.

Ren Woxing glanced at Xiang Wentian and said, "Enter the Left, you can do this."

Xiang Wentian thought for a while and said, "The elder of the White Tiger Hall, Shangguan Yun, was ordered to kill several disciples of the great sect who had always despised our sect. Although Shangguan Yun had high martial arts skills, he had no bones. Maybe he could think of a solution from him."

Ren Wo Xing waved his hand and said, "You will do this."

Xiang Wentiandao: "Yes."

Turning his head and giving Ren Yingying a reassuring look. Xiang Wentian obviously had a different idea from her. Xiang Wentian is in the world and is known as the King of Heaven. That not only says that he has high martial arts skills, but also that he is arrogant and never takes any masters from the world seriously. In his opinion, no matter how high Dongfang Bubai's martial arts skills are, he may not be able to surpass Ren Woxing, let alone him helping with the battle. With Ren Yingying, who is definitely not a burden, what kind of waves can Dongfang Bubai cause?

But the unknown premonition in Ren Yingying's heart could not be removed, so how could she be relieved?

Yue Buqun sat at the table, rubbing the sword in his hand, his face was gloomy and clear.

"What should I do if the Shaolin monk cannot produce the antidote?" Yue Buqun murmured, and the calm eyes of Tang Jinlou when he said this appeared in his mind.

Yue Buqun sighed and remembered the first time he saw Tang Jinlou. At that time, Tang Jinlou was only ten years old and had no martial arts skills. However, when facing a crisis, he was able to die and survive. He was smart and talented, which made him suddenly feel like accepting disciples. He didn't even think about the procedure to investigate the family background of his disciples since Laudenno became a disciple.

Later, Tang Jinlou went up the mountain, but he did not disappoint him. His swordsmanship became higher and higher, and his internal skills became better and better. On Mount Hua, no one could compete with him except Linghu Chong. But the higher the martial arts, the higher the dependence on martial arts. Tang Jinlou did not pay attention to it, and Yue Buqun was the same. Therefore, when he knew that Tang Jinlou's internal skills were half-wasted, Yue Buqun seemed to empathize with him. Without internal skills, how could he gain a foothold in the world?

Until just now, when Tang Jinlou was facing a death stance and asked him calmly, Yue Buqun seemed to have seen the child who was calm and quick-minded in the past.

He seemed to understand something in an instant.

Yue Buqun put down the sword in his hand and walked out of the door. There happened to be a monk on the other side of the courtyard wall. Yue Buqun walked forward, bowed and said, "Master, there is a pen in your temple. Yue wants to write a letter from the family."

The monk quickly returned the greeting and said, "You are polite to Master Yue, the little monk will go and pick it up immediately."

But in a moment, the monk took the four treasures of the study, and Yue Buqun thanked him, returned to his room and closed the door.

On the second day, Tang Jinlou got up early and asked Yue Buqun for peace. He asked the monk about the abbot's Zen Room, the abbot's Zen Room, and everyone in the monks in the Natural Temple knew that Tang Jinlou followed the monk's instructions and asked all the way. Finally, he turned left and right in the huge building complex of Shaolin Temple, and finally found an extremely ordinary and inconspicuous small room.

When Tang Jinlou saw this room, he did not doubt whether he had gone to the wrong place, just because in Shaolin Temple, this ordinary place stands out and is very suitable for people with status like Abbot Fang Zheng.

Tang Jin went upstairs and gently buckled the door twice. An old monk inside the door had already said, "Please come in."

Tang Jinlou opened the door. The light in the room was dim. Abbot Fang Zheng sat upright on the futon. He was short and did not occupy much space on the futon. However, no one could feel funny when he saw him.

Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said, "I am doing morning class, please do your own thing."

Tang Jinlou didn't say much, bowed a few times, turned over and closed the door, then went to the side alone to find a cushion and sat cross-legged. Fang Zheng meditated, and he had nothing to do. If he had practiced martial arts and passed the time two months ago, he could have practiced martial arts and passed the time and waited for the abbot to call him, but now his internal strength is so useless that he dared not cause poison in his body.

However, after Tang Jinlou woke up yesterday, although he still had a huge knot in his heart, his mind was very different from before. He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the nuances of his body between his breath and his breath, and gradually forgot about time.

Suddenly, when he heard the Buddha's name "Amitabha", Tang Jinlou was shocked and opened his eyes.

Fang Zheng looked at him gently and said, "Young Master Tang is as calm as hell as hell."

Tang Jinlou's thoughts changed and said, "I just put aside my worries for the time being, my heart was as calm as water, but I dared not say it." Abbot Fang Zheng said "unspeakable" while sitting at the head of his bed yesterday. Tang Jinlou was always wondering whether the dream he had yesterday was related to him.

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Young Master Tang is confused?"

Tang Jin's corridor said: "Yes."

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Although I have been chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha a lot, I am still an old man after all. I have been born a young hero for decades. If you have any questions, I may be able to answer you."

Tang Jinlou gave a deep gift and said slowly: "I have practiced the internal strength of Huashan. I have been in full swing for ten years. I think I can compete with the heroes of the world for a long time. But I have been abolished... Could it be that the ten-year achievements have been ruined?"

Fang Zheng glanced at him, but did not speak, but closed his eyes slightly.

Tang Jinlou was stunned.

Fang Zheng suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Young Master Tang, I have a question. I want to ask Young Master to answer it."

Tang Jinlou looked at him and saw Fang Zheng staring at him gently with a kind face. Tang Jinlou didn't know why he didn't answer his questions, but he understood that the reason why he asked himself must be related to what he asked, and said immediately: "Master, please ask."

Fang Zheng smiled slightly and asked, "What if my uncle is not strong enough and cannot produce the antidote?"
Chapter completed!