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At this moment, the host, who had been standing at the side for a long time, finally could not hold it in and opened his mouth. Master Immortal, can you tell me the whole story? so that I can understand. " With that, the host looked at his third uncle with a smile, as if he was all ears.

Third Uncle sneered in his heart. You don't understand. I'm afraid you understand now. However, he had to pretend that he didn't know since he was in the temple, so he explained, "Master must have seen it earlier, there is a water ghost here."

"Water ghost!" Isn't this the ghost formed by the Yaksha Buddha Statue? " The host hurriedly asked after hearing the explanation.

When Third Uncle saw the host's surprise, he only smiled and explained, "This water ghost is extremely similar to this Yaksha Buddha. It's not surprising that he transformed into this Yaksha Buddha statue."

The host was suddenly enlightened. He didn't know when this water ghost had turned into a Buddha statue. Then, wouldn't he have spent many days with this water ghost? Just thinking about it made his scalp tingle.

Third Uncle did not seem to have any intention of wasting any more time with the host, so he said, "Master, let's discuss this matter in detail later. The most important thing right now is to cure my nephew of the poison. Please take me to the main hall. " Third Uncle urged him.

The host wanted to ask more questions, but his life was at stake, and he couldn't afford to offend this immortal master at such a critical time. Thus, he quickly led Third Uncle to the great hall.

The main hall was brightly lit, and the buddhist statues around it were glittering with golden light. It was an extremely imposing sight to behold!

And below, there was a large group of people surrounding a young man. The young man was lying on a praying mat with a face full of black gas. It seemed that he had been poisoned too deeply.

"Give way, give way! Let this immortal master in!" The few of you go and fetch some water for this young benefactor and immortal master. "Drink some." With that, the host led the Third Uncle to the main hall and ordered a few monks.

A few monks came out, forming a gap for his third uncle to enter.

Third Uncle saw that the black gas on Zhang Yifan's face did not increase and seemed to be temporarily suppressed. Although this glutinous rice had some effect, if he really wanted to suppress the corpse poison, it wouldn't be too realistic. This was precisely because he had borrowed the buddhist light and yang energy from the great hall to suppress the corpse poison.

It just so happened that his methods of detoxifying the corpse poison required a massive amount of yang energy as a primer. This hall couldn't be more suitable.

Immediately, Third Uncle turned around and said to the host, "Master, I will cast a spell to expel the corpse poison for my nephew. I hope that you can give me your best wishes, and I will be extremely grateful." With that, Third Uncle immediately cupped his hands.

After all, he had seen his opponent's supernatural ability and needed to rely on it for his own life. Thinking about it, the host shuddered and quickly put on a smile, saying, "Since immortal master is so eager to save your nephew, we should be able to help you with that. However, just based on immortal master's instructions, it should be fine."

"The host is too serious, how can I afford to call you Immortal Teacher? Just call me Daoist Priest Zhang." Third Uncle was about to shake his head, but he didn't slow down and took off Zhang Yifan's shirt.

The host chuckled and then said, "Our ancestors said that the path of buddhism was inseparable, so we are still martial brothers. "Then I shall call you Junior Zhang."

Third Uncle's expression didn't change, but in his heart, he secretly cursed the old scoundrel, and even took advantage of him. However, he did not answer and only busied himself with the movements of his hands.

Seeing that Third Uncle did not say anything, the host quickly said, "You guys, take on the role of Junior Brother Zhang. Do not slack at all. Do you hear me?" As he finished speaking, his face was filled with joy and he forced himself to recognize his junior brother. It seemed that he had long forgotten about making things difficult for the two of them.

"Yes, do not worry, Reverend." Several monks answered.

Third Uncle could only smile wryly in his heart. He was forcefully connected to this old scoundrel, but he could not do anything about it. If he had to inconvenience him now, he could only give up.

Third Uncle immediately put his thoughts away and said seriously, "I will have to trouble the Masters to recite the Diamond Sutra on the side while I do this for my nephew. When I finish, I will tell the Masters to stop. Do you have any other questions? "

The monks shook their heads, as if they knew what to do. They immediately sat down on the prayer mat next to Zhang Yifan and waited for Third Uncle's orders. Seeing this, Third Uncle nodded his head in satisfaction. He also found a praying mat and sat down, coincidentally surrounding Zhang Yifan. Third Uncle immediately took out a small cloth bag from his bag. When he opened it, he found that there were dozens of silver needles on it. Third Uncle took out a few silver needles and inserted them into several of Zhang Yifan's important acupuncture points. Then, he put down the cloth bag and took out a few things from the cloth bag without any hurry. A yellow paper, a handful of cinnabar, and a brush. However, the brush seemed to have some ideas and the hairs on the tip were all sparse. However, the dark red patterns on the pen also seemed to be quite mysterious, giving it an indescribably mysterious feeling.

Third Uncle calmly dipped the brush into the cinnabar. Then, with the brush in his right hand and the yellow paper in his left, he started writing. With each stroke, Third Uncle's forehead would be covered in sweat. It seemed that each stroke was not easy at all. The monk at the side had already started chanting the Diamond Sutra. For a moment, the entire room was filled with the sound of chanting scriptures, making it seem extremely dignified.

After a long while, Third Uncle finally finished writing. When he looked at the talisman, he only saw the crooked red brush strokes, but he could not see what was written on it. Third Uncle finished writing and put it aside before picking up the silver needle again.

The first few silver needles did not have any effect on Zhang Yifan, and he was still unconscious. However, when Third Uncle took out a few more silver needles and inserted the last one, Zhang Yifan suddenly trembled and opened his eyes. However, his eyes seemed to be devoid of light. It was as if he had lost his consciousness, as if he had lost all consciousness. Third Uncle performed an incantation gesture and then pointed toward Zhang Yifan's temple. Suddenly, Zhang Yifan opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black blood.

Black blood dripped to the ground, and with a ripping sound, white smoke rose up from the ground. A small crater appeared on the ground.

Third Uncle was shocked. He had long since heard that the corpse poison was very toxic, but he hadn't thought that it would be so toxic that it would actually corrode the green brick by three parts.

The host, who was standing at the side, did not look any better. He was also frightened. After looking at Third Uncle's incantation, he felt that Third Uncle was more and more powerful. He thought about how to keep this "Buddha" here, but the Buddha in the temple was really useless.

It would truly be interesting if those people who had come to pay their respects were to find out. They begged the host to beg the Buddha for their sake, but even the host didn't trust the Buddha. It was truly laughable.

Just when everyone thought that the corpse poison had been eliminated, something flashed through the pool of black blood and went straight for Third Uncle. It was so fast that only a shadow could be seen, but nothing could be clearly seen. Third Uncle's expression did not change, and he did not seem surprised at all. Just as this object was about to flash in front of Third Uncle, Third Uncle unknowingly picked up the talisman that he had started writing and sent it forward. Suddenly, a sizzling sound was produced, as if something was burnt. Suddenly, the creature fell to the ground. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a purple bug lying on the ground with its four legs facing the sky. Just when everyone thought that the dust had settled, another change occurred. The little bug actually ran towards the direction of the monks, actually wanting to escape. However, it fell down with a bang, as if it had hit a wall.

It turned out that Third Uncle had yet to tell these monks to stop. They were still reciting the scripture, forming a wall-like barrier that did not allow the little bug to fly out. This was also one of Third Uncle's trump cards. At this time, Zhang Yifan suddenly lay down. The black gas on his face was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this rate, it would probably dissipate in a short period of time. When Third Uncle saw this, he let out a sigh of relief. But when he thought about how there were still so many monks, he turned around and said to the host, "Master, after getting rid of my illness, I still have to rest for a while. Thank you all for your help. I will be forever grateful. Where there are questions I'll explain them to you tomorrow morning after dawn. Let's invite everyone to go back and rest. It's getting late. " Third Uncle waved his hand and bowed to the group of monks, as if he was trying to chase them away. The host wanted to ask something else, but since the other party had already said so, he felt too embarrassed to say anything more.

"All of you should head back to your respective rooms to rest. If you stay here any longer, I'll disturb Junior Brother Zhang's beloved nephew's rest." When the monks heard this, they all dispersed and went back to their rooms.

"Master, you should go back to your room to rest. If you have any questions, I'll answer them for you tomorrow." Third Uncle saw that the host, Harry, was not leaving, and felt a headache.

"I know that, but I plan to rest here today so that I can protect Junior Zhang and Nephew. Otherwise, I won't say that I didn't manage to receive a proper reception." After the host finished speaking, he chuckled. It seemed that he really did think that way.

Third Uncle obviously knew what he was thinking. He was just afraid that if another ghost came, his little life would be in danger. Since he lived here like a Buddha statue and had an almighty Third Uncle, he naturally felt a lot more at ease. Third Uncle could not help but feel speechless. However, he did not reveal any expression on his face, so he silently agreed.

The host was still thinking that he was smarter than those idiots. If he couldn't see the rising sun, he would know he was stupid. Thinking of this, he could not help but admire his own intelligence even more.

Third Uncle was full of bitterness, and was completely muddle-headed by this old bastard. However, since he was in someone else's territory, he could only take a step back. Besides, it was not easy for the host to treat him with a slightly better attitude.

Third Uncle looked at the moon outside. It was already high in the sky and it looked like it was past midnight. He took out Zhang Yifan's phone and saw that it was a quarter past midnight. It seemed like a long time had passed, but in reality, only a few hours had passed. Third Uncle scratched his head and went to sleep. Just as Third Uncle was about to fall asleep, he heard a snoring sound from the side. It was unknown when the host had fallen asleep.