Seeing this, the tiger ran and stabbed the strong man next to him, and the two of them followed.

In a dark and hidden cave, an old man lies like a zombie on a tiger skin couch.

The old man was tall, covered with a white tiger skin, and his silver hair was scattered, like a white tiger lying still.

Tiger Roar stepped forward, shook his hand, lit a lamp, and personally illuminated the little monk (Xin Ran).

The little monk (Xin Ran) stepped forward and leaned over to take a look, the old man's face was gray, stiff as a corpse, if it weren't for the breath of nothing, it would really be a dead corpse. Sneezed, the little monk (Xin Ran) couldn't help but burst out with a laugh in his nose, almost laughing. Hurriedly put his hand in front of his nose and covered it up: "Amitabha! Sin, sin! The old benefactor has a lot of poisonous gas, and he almost broke through the little monk's Dharma protector Buddha cover. ”

"Little monk, is my father saved?" Tiger Roar asked impatiently.

Amitabha, since the Buddha let the little monk meet this old benefactor, it is fate. If the tiger donor is willing to listen to the little monk, the old donor still has three points of hope for treatment!" The little monk (Xin Ran) got up and stepped back, and said in a chattering voice.

"Senior monk, please speak, the tiger is all obedient!" Tiger Xiao hurriedly said.

"Speaking of which, Zun Weng has been poisoned by a zombie-like poison. People can't move, but they understand everything in their hearts. It's miserable!"

The little monk (Xin Ran) said in a matter-of-fact manner: "This kind of poison is extremely domineering! The frail will do this for the rest of their lives until they return to the west." There will never be a day of returning to the sun! Venerable Weng's mana is profound, and his body has always been strong. Properly treated, there are still three points of maneuver. ”

"May I ask the little monk, how to treat it?" Tiger Roaring Tiger asked eagerly with tears in his eyes.

"Well、、、、、、 there are two ways to treat it. First, the poor monk was coincidental and could find a suitable antidote for the honorable man. The second is to put the honorable man in the sun for an hour at noon every day. The fast ones will be able to resume their actions for five years, and the slow ones will be able to slowly resume their actions. Even on a daily basis, you should always bathe in the sun. Because this poison is yin poison, more sunlight is naturally beneficial. ”

The little monk (Xin Ran) pinched the magic with his left hand, and pinched his knuckles with his right hand, calculating while saying slowly.

"Monk, how do you get the antidote? After three years and five years of exposure, it is too bitter for my father. Tiger Roar said tremblingly.

"The antidote, it's hard to say, and it's easy to say. Millennial ginseng, millennium bear bile, and millennium white tiger whiskers should be easy to obtain for you. But a thousand years of white deer blood, a thousand years of crane top red, you have to be a poor monk to create evil!" the little monk (Xin Ran) lamented.

"Monk, why is that?" Tiger Roar hurriedly asked.

"The white deer is a psychic thing. The thousand-year-old white deer is even more powerful. It seems that those of you who are covered in blood will not be able to see such a divine thing. Only the little monk alone searched for it and begged for sacrifices, and there was still a glimmer of hope. The same is true of cranes. ”

The little monk (Xin Ran) spoke slowly and walked out slowly.

"Then ask the monk to go on the road and ask for the elixir for his father, right?" Tiger Roar asked impatiently.

"Senior brother, the acting master is still waiting to ask the little monk about the whereabouts of the Tiger Lion Golden Order!" Hu Ben on the side hurriedly reminded.

"Okay、、、、、、 then hurry back and let the Acting Sect Master ask for advice!" Tiger Roar muttered impatiently.

The group walked out of the cave and in the direction of the council hall. As he walked, the tiger roared and asked respectfully: "Senior monk, how much do you need for the thousand-year-old spirit ginseng, the thousand-year-old bear bile, and the thousand-year-old white tiger whisker?"

"Amitabha! Well, the monks are compassionate. These thousand-year-old spiritual objects are not easy to cultivate. When taking medicine, don't hurt their lives! Three drops of thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng liquid, three drops of thousand-year-old bear bile, and three thousand-year-old white tiger whiskers. Tiger donors, remember, remember! You can only take them skillfully, and you must not harm their lives! Otherwise, it will affect the little monk to take other medicines. ”

The little monk (Xin Ran) told seriously. The group returned to the meeting hall.

But he said that the tiger was from the master of the wind generation, and hurriedly went out of the secret passage behind him and returned to his residence. Closing the portal, the secret room was opened in a ghostly way, and a secret compartment was opened. Take out a small brocade box from inside, and take out a small green pill from the box.

Looking at this small pill the size of a mung bean, Hu Congfeng's cheeks trembled slightly. This is a treasure of a thousand taels of gold!

I saw the tiger turn from the triangular eye of the wind for a long time, gritted his teeth, took the pill in his arms, and hurried out of the residence. The tiger came mysteriously from the wind to the dwelling of a subordinate, went in for a cup of tea, and came out quietly. Run to the back door of the council hall.

Immediately after that, a guy with a big head and a thick neck who looked like a man came out with his head poked out and ran to the main entrance of the conference hall.

The tiger wandered in the dark passage from the wind for a long time, and finally, gritting his teeth, came out of the passage behind the throne.

"Alas, I'm sorry! Let the monk wait for a long time, forgive the sins, forgive the sins!" As soon as the tiger came out of the wind, he hurriedly greeted with a smile.

"Amitabha, the master of the Hudai Sect does not need to be polite! After this incident, the little monk will rush down the mountain to help those poor people and overcome the calamity!" the little monk (Xin Ran) stood up and said with a smile while returning the salute.

"Tiger Roar, what are you doing? The senior monk is here, and he doesn't even offer a cup of tea?" Hu Congfeng complained, with a pair of old eyes, full of suspicion and uneasiness, peeking at the face of the little monk (Xin Ran), while shouting and ordering: "Come here, serve tea, serve good tea!"

"Thank you Hudai Sect Master! The poor monk does not eat mortal things, just a bowl of water. The little monk (Xin Ran) smiled and stepped back to sit down.

The tiger was stunned by the wind, and hurriedly changed his tone and ordered: "Okay, then go to the water, go to the good water, go to the pure good water!"

"Amitabha, thank the old donor for his kindness!" the little monk (Xin Ran) said thank you, sat upright, and was silent.

"Dare to ask the little monk, how did you know that our door had lost a heavy treasure?" the tiger returned to his seat from the wind, his eyes wandering and hesitantly asked.

"Amitabha, thank you for asking! A small monk is a small monk, and a high monk is a high monk. The poor monk is born with the Dharma name, please call the Dharma name. As for the loss of heavy treasures in your family, the little monk did not know. The little monk (Xin Ran) opened his eyes slightly, and replied one by one.

"Small, high monk, didn't you say that there is a sect that has lost a heavy treasure!" The tiger who was standing on the side roared, and immediately lost his breath and hurriedly said.

"Amitabha! Thank you for being there at the time, these words are indeed what the little monk said. Please also ask the donor to listen to the little monk's detailed explanation. ”