Forced to join Kongoji Temple at the beginning

Chapter 11 Ning Chuan Was Also Hit
Not long after, he grabbed some herbs from the pharmacy.

When he returned to Jielong's residence, the young monk and monk Huiwen had already left the place.

Only Jielong was left lying on the bed very weakly.

"Junior Brother Jiechuan...I really didn't misread you...at the critical moment...you are still the best..."

Jielong spoke weakly.

"Senior brother, you are being polite. Serving the senior brother is what the younger brother should do."

Jie Chuan said solemnly, "By the way, do you want to fry this herb now?"

"fry!"

"okay."

Ning Chuan got busy, and asked while decocting the medicine, "Brother, who was that uncle just now?"

"It's Master [Hui Dao], it is said that he is... our abbot's direct disciple."

"The direct disciples... I'm really envious. By the way, our King Kong Temple has done so much hard work. Could it be that we let them keep digging mines? What if they die?"

"Don't worry...you can't die...but the monks in our temple...often...often missing..."

"The monks in the temple are often missing?"

Ning Chuan stared, "Why did you disappear?"

"I don't know... Most of them disappeared when they went out to do missions, and a few disappeared in the temple... In short... no one was alive... no dead body..."

Jielong said.

Ning Chuan took a deep breath, secretly horrified.

Oh shit!

He found that he still underestimated those evil cultivators!

They sucked blood and practiced their souls without attacking the group of ordinary miners!
Instead, he attacked the group of monks in the temple.

What is often missing?
It must have been secretly sucked blood by those evil cultivators.

Let this group of monks abduct human beings, and let this group of monks choose talented people from the population to practice martial arts, and then choose strong and strong ones from this group of monks who have accomplished martial arts to serve as blood food...

This simply forms an industrial chain.

And even if someone finds out that they are abducting people, those evil cultivators can be wiped out.

Just say that there are scum in the temple, and I don't know about it...

After the limelight passes, they can continue to come out again...

"What a vicious strategy."

Ning Chuan's heart twitched.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this King Kong Temple could not stay any longer.

Otherwise, there is no guarantee that one day he will disappear.

But now that he is poisoned, how should he run?

Ning Chuan quickly fried the herbs, put them in a bowl, and walked to Jielong's bedside.

"Brother, the medicine is here, I'll feed you the medicine."

【Ding! 】

[Random paste power value * 14]!
A clear metallic sound sounded.

Ning Chuan scooped up a spoonful of the dark liquid medicine, blew off the heat from it, poured it into Jielong's mouth, and said, "Brother, you said that the Immortal Immortal Pill we are taking is really not Antidote?"

"You... what do you want to do?"

Jielong was extremely weak, and suddenly looked at Ning Chuan vigilantly.

"Hehe, it's nothing, I just asked casually..."

With a smile on his face, Ning Chuan continued to feed Jielong's mouth.

He didn't believe that Jielong was so servile, and he didn't think about getting rid of the poison on his body.

After being fed three consecutive mouthfuls of medicine by him, Jielong choked a little and made a coughing sound. As expected, he couldn't hold back anymore, and said,
"This Immortal Immortal Pill is not so easy to untie. As far as I know, this poison is developed by mixing 49 different kinds of poisonous insects and weeds together!"

"Everyone takes a different poison pill, and everyone's antidote is different."

"How difficult is it to untie it?"

"At least until now...cough cough..."

He stopped talking.

But Ning Chuan heard the implication.

It seems that the senior brother has also inquired secretly, but unfortunately he couldn't find the antidote.

"The poison pills of so many people are different, so what if the antidote is mixed up? Isn't that the only way to die?"

Ning Chuan frowned.

"Don't worry, basically there will be no mistakes. The poison pills that everyone eats have numbers on them. The person in charge of distributing the medicine will record the number of your poison pills. Every time the antidote is released, it will be checked against the booklet. release."

Jielong said.

It turned out to be the case.

But Ning Chuan was still not happy at all.

There are a total of 49 kinds of poisonous insects and weeds... No one will be happy if they just burrow into one's body like this.

For a while he was preoccupied.

Ning Chuan stayed at Jielong's place for about half an hour.

Seeing that it was dark, he said goodbye and left.

But after he left, he thought about it carefully, went back to the room, took out the poison of the compound grass that was not used up last time, and did it in the same way. He took a thick stack of paper, dipped it in the poison with a brush, and applied it layer by layer. on paper.

"By the way, I have to save some for myself, and I have to have a proper diarrhea...so as to avoid going down the mountain to consecrate..."

He left a little bit of poisonous weed, and then took this stack of thick paper and put it on the side of the hut overnight.

After finishing all this, Ning Chuan returned to the residence again.

He thought for a while, and suddenly searched through boxes and cabinets.

After a while, I found some needlework from a cabinet.

Looking at these big black and thick steel needles, Ning Chuan showed a perverted smile again.

There must always be some means of self-defense.

If you are forcibly called to consecrate, you will not be in a panic.

He applied the poison of the compound weed to the three large steel needles, waited for them to dry, and carefully hid the three steel needles under the boots.

Afterwards, Ning Chuan looked at the remaining compound grass poison, hesitated for a moment, stretched out his finger, and wiped it lightly, allowing the compound plant poison to penetrate into his subcutaneous area along the skin.

The poison of the compound grass really took effect very quickly.

In less than 5 minutes, Ning Chuan heard a rumbling sound from his abdomen, as if there was a cold air coming down, he couldn't help pinching his legs, and with a bang, he picked up a stack of clean papers and ran out quickly go.

But not far away, he suddenly suppressed the desire to gallop, hurried to the side of the dog training room, and began to knock hard on the door.

"Senior Brother Jiegou, do you want to pamper papa together?"

"Ah, you go, I won't go."

The sound of stopping the dog sounded in the room.

"Senior Brother Jiegou, hurry up, I'll wait for you!"

"Junior Brother Jiechuan, you go, I really won't go."

Ning Chuan didn't care anymore, he quickly tightened his grip and ran out quickly.

He plunged into the hut, and soon there was a rattling sound from inside.

Don't look at Ning Chuan just stained a small piece with his finger, but finally vented seven times without ending.

In the end, Ning Chuan yelled 'help' directly in the hut.

It was still a few handyman monks watching the night who discovered him and quickly reported him.

Not surprisingly, the three monks Huiwen, Huiye, and Huifa who appeared during the day were alarmed again.

In the end, it was monk Huiwen who pulled Ning Chuan out of the hut with his own hands, sealed his acupoints, and calmed down some internal energy before stopping his diarrhea.

The monks of the Hui generation all had ugly faces and were extremely livid.

"You kid also encountered Fucao? Where have you been today?"

Monk Huiwen shouted angrily.

"Back to Master Uncle...I...I didn't go anywhere, I just went to see Senior Brother, could it be that the poison is contagious..."

Ning Chuan lay down on the bed pretending to be weak.

"Fart, if it's contagious, how can we be fine?"

Monk Huiwen said angrily.

"I...I really don't know..."

Ning Chuan looked aggrieved.

Monk Huiwen gritted his teeth angrily, but after making sure he couldn't ask anything, he turned and left with the two monks beside him.

Not surprisingly, tonight is destined to be uneventful.

After all, there are too many monks in King Kong Temple.

Basically, there are people who go to the bathroom normally every night.

As a result, it is conceivable that anyone who went to solve the large size never came out again, unless it was the kind that brought its own paper.

Throughout the night, there were six or seven more patients with diarrhea.

Even two monks of the Hui generation were directly recruited.

This completely alarmed the entire King Kong Temple.

The senior management of King Kong Temple held a meeting overnight to discuss.

They almost all suspected that some powerful enemy was plotting against them.

Early in the morning, the senior management of King Kong Temple issued an order to thoroughly search all corners of the temple. As a result, every corner was searched, and no one found anything unusual.

No one searched except the toilet.

After all, who would think of a normal person to hide drugs in the toilet?

What's more, the smell inside is so strong, who would go to the toilet to search for serious people?

Even if you search it, you still have to take a rough look. Who can turn over every piece of paper and check it?

So the whole day passed, but I couldn't find anything abnormal.

However, in the afternoon.

The group of evil cultivators in the Vajra Temple still made a discovery.

Back mountain area.

Four figures appeared, all young faces, with shaved heads, in their twenties, with red lips and white teeth, extremely handsome.

The [Hui Dao] monk that Ning Chuan met before was located inside it.

At this moment, they were looking at a few broken rhizomes of compound grass under a big tree.

"It seems that someone is deliberately poisoning? But after the end of the Dharma Era, who can recognize these weeds except serious cultivators?"

The first young monk spoke.

"Could it be that other cultivators came to our Vajra Temple?"

A person next to him suddenly asked.

"Not necessarily, it may also be [Wumeng]."

The wise monk narrowed his eyes.

Wumeng?

The other three were startled.

Not bad!

This possibility is higher.

(End of this chapter)