After leaving Amitabha Temple, Wu Jun felt a little depressed all the way because he did not undergo an amputation surgery by the old monk.

Qin Yue'er lowered her head and thought, and after entering the city gate, she suddenly spoke: "How did you think that temple come here?"

Wu Jun said in a daze: "Maybe it was flying here by himself..."

Qin Yue'er was slightly stunned: "Can the temple fly by itself?"

Wu Jun nodded lazily and responded casually: "I have heard a story before, saying that a mountain suddenly flew to the mountain and was named Feilai Peak. This temple should be similar."

Qin Yue'er said thoughtfully: "If you can move a mountain, you must at least be a martial arts master in the Grandmaster realm."

"But when you said this, I reminded me that there should be accomplices behind the insect demon, otherwise it would not be able to move the temple anyway... Alas, I would have known that I should have kept it alive."

Wu Jun couldn't help but glance over: "Did you forget that it can control people's minds? Isn't it just right for him to ask him about it?"

Qin Yue'er sighed slightly after hearing this, and then suddenly realized that Wu Jun seemed not to be affected by the insect demon magic. She couldn't help but look at him curiously: "Do you have any protective magic weapon on you to protect you from the influence of evil magic?"

Wu Jun smiled and said, "I have sold the magic weapon for a long time. As for why the magic trick doesn't work for me, I think it's probably because I'm born with a Buddha's heart and evil spirits are not invaded."

Qin Yue'er: "..."

Although she read less and didn't know what a natural Buddha heart was, she knew that people with natural Buddha heart would never think about how to share incense and oil with Buddha all day long!

While talking, the two had already returned to Zhuque Street and stopped in front of the door of Renxin Hall.

The two of them stared at each other with big eyes for a moment. Qin Yue'er never looked like she was leaving. She raised her head slightly and looked at the setting sun in the sky, frowned and said, "It's so late, why don't you invite me in for a meal?"

Wu Jun laughed slightly: "Shouldn't you be invited to sit in and have a cup of tea? Why did it turn into a meal? Forget it, there is still a lot of tiger meat left, so you don't have a pair of chopsticks."

Seeing that Wu Jun did not refuse, Qin Yue'er's slightly frowning brows immediately stretched out: "It's better to eat, your tea... is a bit hard to drink."

Wu Jun showed a helpless expression: "Are you not used to drinking isatis root? Then I'll change it for you." As he said that, he opened the door and let Qin Yue'er in, boiled water and brewed her a cup of Pudilan.

Soon, Wu Jun heated the tiger meat and took it out in a big pot and placed it on the Eight Immortals table.

Qin Yue'er was already impatient to wait, so she picked up a spoon and filled a bowl of meat, and politely placed it in front of Wu Jun.

Then he sat down with a golden knife, moved the iron pot in front of him, lowered his head and started eating.

Wu Jun, who had just taken the bowl, suddenly froze his smile on his face. He wanted to express his gratitude politely, and his words choked in his throat, turning into: "Eat slowly, there is not enough."

In the next few days, Qin Yue'er stayed at Yuelai Inn opposite the clinic. During the day, she wandered around Zhuque Street and came to Wu Jun for dinner at dinner time. Even Wu Jun couldn't tell whether she was here to catch monsters or came to him to eat and drink.

It was not until the fifth day that Qin Yue'er walked out of Zhuque Street for the first time... and went to the teahouse next to the street to listen to books.

Wu Jun completely realized the reality and no longer had any expectations for this fellow practitioner.

Originally, she wanted to help promote her superb medical skills by relying on her identity as a demon hunter and to attract some patients to his place to see a doctor.

Now, it would be better if you are with such a gangster who catches monsters and is not considered a bird of a feather...

While sitting on the lounge chair and sighing, suddenly a middle-aged man dressed in a servant walked in, stood at the door and looked at the clinic a few times, then looked at Wu Jun.

Wu Jun shook the folding fan and said lazyly: "Writing letters or writing homework for you?"

The servant was stunned for a moment and asked with some disconfidence: "Isn't this a clinic?"

Wu Junteng jumped up from the recliner and said with his eyes: "That's right, you are here to see the doctor. Come and ask me to take the pulse!" As he said that, he reached out to pinch the servant's wrist and glanced at the anesthesia needle placed beside him.

The servant was startled by him and quickly explained: "I'm not sick, it's our lady who is sick..."

Wu Jun held his hand and said enthusiastically: "Hey, don't be polite, buy one free, I'll give you a free pulse."

The servant shook Wu Jun's hand away and waved his hands repeatedly, "I'm hurrying back and handing over the job. Doctor, please clean up quickly and follow me to Mr. Zhao's house in the east of the city."

Wu Jun nodded quickly, flashed to the counter and cleaned up, and asked, "What's the disease of your lady?"

The servant said with a sad face: "My lady doesn't know what's going on. Since seven days ago, she has been yelling that she is the reincarnation of a fairy girl and doesn't sleep at night. She jumps up and down in the yard and bites a few hens she raises at home to death..."

"The master hired several doctors but couldn't cure the lady, so he could only continue to invite her. Now you are the only one left, so I'll have to invite all the doctors in the city."

"What does it mean to be the only one left?"

Listening to the insulting words of the servants, Wu Jun paused slightly, gritted his teeth and looked at the servants, and said with hatred: "If you invited me earlier, your lady's illness would have been cured."

The servant said in surprise: "Do you know what disease my lady has?"

Wu Jun replied confidently: "Of course."

The servant's eyes lit up and his face was full of hope, "Can you cure this disease?"

Wu Jun nodded: "It can be cured, but there is still a shortage of medicinal herbs. You can wait here for a while." After that, he put the packed medicine box on the counter and walked out quickly.

Soon, Wu Jun led Qin Yue'er back, carried the medicine box and treasure bag, waved to the servants, "Let's go, lead the way!"

According to the description of the servant, Miss Zhao must have been stimulated by some stimulation, which led to a little mental disorder, so she performed a very strange behavior that ordinary people think.

But in this world with monsters and monsters, it may be like catching evil.

To be on the safe side, Wu Jun felt that he would take Qin Yueer, a foodie... This monster catcher is safer, so he went to the teahouse to inform Qin Yueer about the matter.

After listening to Wu Jun’s story, Qin Yue'er immediately became energetic and rushed back with Wu Jun without saying a word.

On the other side, looking at the "medicine materials" brought back by Wu Jun, the servant squeezed out a stiff smile and walked in front of him with the road. His feet were a little uncontrollably floating.
Chapter completed!