Chapter 32 Chapter Eight

The Daxiong Palace stands majestically, with its gates open in all directions, and the little monks are busy in and out, as if they are about to step through the threshold. Sure enough, there are few people in the Pure Land, and there are many famous mountain monks in the world. Neng Ren has always had a good relationship with his brothers and sisters, and he is not very old.As the saying goes, the advanced temple fair is held in three days, but there are also many great monks who want to say "senior brother" who can bear it. At this moment, Neng Ren was sitting on the lotus platform, surrounded by several disciples, their heads crowded, concerned about his injury.

Fa Hai inspected the wound for him, exerted five points of strength with his index finger, and pressed to bear the wound on his neck. Neng Ren had gold needles inserted all over his body, and two old monks acupunctured the remaining points on his body. Fa Hai pressed left and right, looked at it for a while, and asked, "Does it hurt?" I couldn't help but nodded and shouted: "It hurts, especially those two needles on the waist." Fa Hai squinted at him: "I mean, does your wound hurt?" Neng Ren raised his head, then lowered his head, as if he was seriously feeling it, "I don't feel it at all."

Fa Hai frowned upon hearing this. An old monk in the temple approached Master Fahai and confessed, "I'm afraid the demon poison has already seeped in." "Master, I'm not going to die, am I?" Neng Ren smiled wryly, seeing how nervous Master's face was. You will not die, if you die, I will die first, or you will die of anger. Fahai just sighed, "Didn't I teach you, don't worry about dying, but worry about how to live well." To be alive is more of a question than to be dead. In the sound of the morning bell, Jinshan Temple gradually emerged from the color of fish maw, and everything was completely silent.

In the meditation room, Neng Ren still lay on the bed. Several young novice monks came in, discussing to wake up Senior Brother Nengren. The little monks shouted in unison: "Senior brother, senior brother, get up!" Can bear to move still, do not want to get up, still hiding in bed. The young novice monks found it rather strange that the senior brothers Neng Ren were always the first to get up.Even if he was poisoned, he couldn't stop getting out of bed.Could it be that the body is badly damaged?They pushed and shoved the senior brother under the blanket. Neng Ren was finally made impatient by them, sat up lazily, lifted the quilt, and slowly looked dead. "Hey, I've been poisoned, and I'm not allowed to cultivate properly. Master said, let me..."

Before he could finish his words, the young monks in front of him screamed strangely when they saw his appearance, and fell to the side of the bed. The little monks all pointed at the ninja and shouted: "Brother, your ears are sharp!" "There are two fangs exposed, it's terrifying!" "Brother, are you... turning into a monster?" Neng Ren was unaware of her changes. Hearing what they said, he touched his teeth subconsciously, then touched his ears, and immediately let out a terrifying scream!