The old monk did not expect that Wu Jun's body was poisonous, and the toxicity was so severe that he only saw him in his life that he could not transform the poison and heal his wounds by himself.

Seeing this, Wu Jun quickly took out a detoxification pill and fed it to him. Then he took out a silver needle and sprinkled it on him like a flower scattered.

In the blink of an eye, the silver needle entered the flesh, and the old monk immediately turned into a hedgehog covered with needles.

After doing all this, Wu Jun breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at his face with a serious look: "Old abbot, I have good news and bad news here. Which one do you want to listen to first?"

The old monk twitched his whole body twice, looked at Wu Jun with complex eyes and said, "Let me tell you bad news first, so that I can prepare."

Wu Jun said with some regret: "I can't get rid of this poison either, so I can only force it to your right leg. The current situation is that you need amputation."

When the old monk heard this, his lips squirmed in pain.

Not long ago, he had already touched the threshold of the Golden Body Arhat Realm. He could be promoted to the Arhat Realm in just three years at most.

If his right leg is intercepted, not only will he be hopeless for promotion, but he may not be able to maintain his current realm...

Just when he was desperate, he suddenly thought that there was good news, and he instantly ignited hope again and said with anticipation: "Where is the good news?"

Wu Jun reached into the treasure bag, took out a hand saw and shook it in front of him: "The good news is that I have brought the tools for amputation! I can perform surgery on you now!"

"puff--"

The old monk vomited blood, his pupils tightened, and his body twitched violently.

At this time, Qin Yue'er came to the old monk and said to Wu Jun: "You retreat to the side first, and leave the rest to me."

"Um?"

Wu Jun looked at Qin Yue'er with a vigilant look, and an unprecedented dangerous aura emanated from his body: "You want to compete with me for the patient?"

Qin Yue'er looked at the black poisonous gas coming out of Wu Jun's body and twitched slightly: "Although I can't see a doctor, I can use my true energy to force out the poison from his body, so there is no need to... amputate the limbs. Well, you'd better clean up your body first, it's too dangerous."

Wu Junxin argued unwillingly: "Is it reliable to force the poison to the real qi? If the poison is not clean, he will be at risk of sudden death at any time in the future. I think it is safer to amputate the limbs."

The old monk raised his head suddenly, glared at his eyes, and shouted with all his strength: "Female donor, please help me use my skills to force the poison. I am willing to take the risk of sudden death at any time!"

Qin Yue'er nodded, held a sword and cut a hole in the sole of the old monk's feet, and then pressed his hand on his chest.

As she pressed her gently, the old monk's chest was slightly sunken, and a stream of black poisonous blood suddenly spurted out from the wound on the soles of his feet.

The poisonous blood fell on the stone slab, making a sizzling sound, and in a moment it corrodes a gully about two inches deep.

"So poisonous..."

The old monk looked at the shallow ditch on the stone slab, got up from the ground, and looked at Wu Jun with lingering fear: "Donor, this poison will hurt the heavens, so don't use it again in the future."

After walking in front of the Gate of Hell, he was really scared. Moreover, the poison was so powerful that even the golden arhat would not be able to withstand it. If this was spread...

Looking at the old monk whose face gradually regained its rosy face, Wu Jun said in a depressed voice: "I made this medicine randomly today, so I can't make it even if I get it again."

"Buddha, Amitabha..."

The old monk breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the relics in Wu Jun's hand with a complicated expression.

Because of the poison on Wu Jun's body, the relic has...

Break open...

In the cracked gap, a beige bug was lying motionless. Judging from the breath, it was a monster who had pretended to be Buddha before.

Qin Yue'er looked at the poisoned insect demon a few times and sighed slightly: "It's not him. This should be just a bone worm that crawled into the relics and cultivated into sperm by chance."

Wu Jun was stunned and asked, "No one?"

Qin Yue'er said with a confident look: "It's not the big monster I'm looking for. If it were him, it would never be possible to be poisoned to death by you so easily."

The old monk looked worried and persuaded Qin Yue'er: "Female donor, you should lose this idea as soon as possible. He is not something you can deal with, don't lose your life in vain."

Qin Yue'er said with a firm look on her face: "Only by catching him can I prove that I am a qualified monster catcher."

The old monk looked at Qin Yue'er's decision and sighed helplessly: "Oh——"

Wu Jun was confused and patrolling the two of them on their faces, asking, "That big monster is amazing?"

A trace of fear flashed in the old monk's eyes, and he said in a low voice: "Fifty years ago, in order to capture him, the three holy places of Buddhism dispatched ninety-eighty Arhats, and in the end no one came back. Do you think he is powerful or not..."

Wu Jun looked at Qin Yue'er with a silence, and after a while, he said, "Isn't it good to be alive?"

Qin Yue'er said unmoved: "I must catch him."

Wu Jun shook his head slightly, stopped persuading, pulled out the silver needles from the old monk one by one, packed up his things, and led Qin Yue'er out of the temple.

The old monk watched the two of them go away, then turned around and returned to the temple, and slowly took out a bronze mirror from his sleeve.

After a golden light flashed for a while, a voice sounded from the mirror: "Huike, what's the point of asking me?"

"Uncle Master, my disciple accidentally found the relics of the Great Compassion Arhat, but the relics were damaged..."

Huike told the details of what happened just now. After hearing this, the person on the mirror was silent for a moment and said, "I didn't expect that the Imperial City Department also sent someone to Jinhua. We have been looking for him for fifty years but can't find it. It's really a delusion to want to take the lead."

Huike frowned and said, "It's hard to say. The demon hunter sent by the Imperial City Department this time should be the daughter of Xia Kui... Something may have happened to the Imperial City Department, so it's better to contact Senior Brother Huiming to confirm."

"I see."

"In addition, in the eyes of my disciple, the young doctor who intervened in this matter is most likely the descendant of the Poison Saint..."

"The three holy places of Buddhism, including Xia Kui, Poison Saint, Imperial City Division and Demon Clan, gather together in Jinhua in all directions. This time I have a fun time watching... Huike, do you have anything else?"

Huike suddenly remembered something, paused slightly, and asked expectantly: "Uncle Master, do you know what JK is? The doctor said that you can judge the authenticity of the Buddha based on this."

"... Of course I know that your uncle, I am the reincarnation of the Buddha's great disciple. At that time, I witnessed this incarnation of the Buddha in the Great Hall of Lingshan!"
Chapter completed!