The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

Chapter 384 Refusing to Become an Accomplice
While checking Hu Jing's injuries, Pan Yun said, "Just go through the cracks in the wall and see if there's a hole. You can get through without going through the yard."

Pan Xiaohei cursed, but still quickly climbed up onto the beam, slipped from this side to the next house, and then slipped through the gap in the beam to another room under the rain coming down from the roof. Finally, he found a hole in the corner of the wall, and when he went in, he found himself in the mountain god temple.

Perfect, just a little wet fur.

Pan Yun took Hu Jing's hand to feel his pulse, took out a medicine bottle from her small square bag, poured out a pill, hesitated for a moment, and then pinched Hu Jing's philtrum.

After pinching the man awake, he stuffed the pill into his mouth and said, "This pill is a bit big, chew it quickly."

Hu Jing was seriously injured and confused, but he could still understand what people said. His mouth moved unconsciously, as if he tasted the bitterness of the medicine. He paused, then chewed even harder.

The medicine spread on the tip of his tongue. It was not known whether it was bitter or the medicine was working, but Hu Jing became a little more sober.

Pan Yun kept taking things out of her bag, sprinkling medicine powder on the wound on his chest and pressing it with clean gauze.

Mu Lin had already checked the two assassins and walked over to Pan Yun and said, "Hey, Taoist priest, they are both dying."

Pan Jun looked back at the two assassins and was about to go over to take a look when he was stopped by Hu Jing.

There was still some undissolved medicine in his mouth, and he said vaguely: "Sanzhu, save me first..."

Pan Yun squatted back down, looked at his face carefully, and frowned, "Why is your face still so pale after taking the pill? This is the recovery pill made by my senior brother!"

Hu Jing said weakly: "Midfielder..."

When Pan Jun heard this, he reached out and turned him over, and saw that his lower back was covered in blood, with a bloody hole.

Pan Yun immediately took gauze to hold it down, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought it was the blood from the three wounds on your chest and arms, I didn't expect there was one on your lower back too, I'm inexperienced, inexperienced."

Hu Jing breathed a sigh of relief, lying on his side and clearing his mind. Okay, I shouldn't die this time, right?
Mu Lin asked curiously, "Who is he? Why are you so worried about him?"

Pan Yun: "He is my friend, please stay away from him. I don't completely trust you yet."

Mu Lin didn't expect her to be so direct. He paused before saying, "You are really... I can't be in the same group with two Japanese, right? I can tell at first glance that they are from the Ming Dynasty."

Pan Yun: "There was once a Japanese who pretended to be a merchant from the Ming Dynasty. If I hadn't learned the skills, I would have been deceived."

Mu Lin wanted to speak again when he suddenly heard some other voice.

Pan Yun also looked up at the door.

Wang Cong and others came over holding umbrellas and carrying bags, and Miaozhen was holding Pan Xiaohei in her arms.

The raindrops hit the umbrella, making a loud noise. The fog was so thick that people could not be seen clearly. Looking out from the house, only a few human figures could be seen.

Mu Lin put his hands on his belt and frowned as he looked at the person approaching.

Pan Yun was the first to speak, "Master nephew, here."

Wang Cong quickened his pace, lowered his head and walked into the house, putting his umbrella aside and coming up, "Is this Mr. Hu? He's badly injured."

Wang Cong called Tao Yanbai and Miaohe, "There's a leak in this room, it's cleaner there, little master, you and Miaozhen spread some straw, cover it with clean cloth, add a few layers, and we'll clear the silt for him."

Tao Yanbai noticed the wound on his lower back and said, "This wound is too severe. We need to boil water and sew it up."

Pan Yun rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll clean up the place."

Miaozhen also helped.

Hongyan came in last and put her umbrella in the corner of the room. Her eyes fell on the man in black and the man in withered clothes who were lying alone on the ground.

Mu Lin, who was ignored by everyone, looked at the beauty with amazement for twice, then looked away to see Pan Yun making the bed.

They took out two rolls of cloth from the black luggage bag, spread them out, lifted Hu Jing up, and started giving him acupuncture or cleaning his wounds.

Mu Lin's eyes fixed as he saw them pull out the water bags they carried with them and pour out warm water to clean the wounds. Then Tao Yanbai took out the needle and thread and really sewed up the flesh on Hu Jing's body as if he was sewing clothes.

Mu Lin was stunned.

Miaohe squatted beside them, handing them tools, sprinkling medicine powder, pressing gauze, and doing the work of three people alone.

Pan Yun had nothing to do, so he finally walked over to see the two Japanese pirates.

The two men lay silently on the ground, their faces pale, and there were faint traces of blood on the ground.

Pan Jun stepped forward and touched the necks of the two men, frowning, "This one is dead."

Pan Yun turned his head to look at the sword on his back in reproach, then looked at the man in withered clothes.

The man in withered clothes is still alive.

Pan Yun breathed a sigh of relief and stuffed a pill into his pocket. Then he bandaged the wound on his chest with cloth and pressed two acupoints to stop the bleeding.

Miao Zhen took a look at the bloody hole on his chest and his limp right palm and asked, "Little Master, is his Kung Fu very powerful?"

Pan Jun nodded, "Not low, even if he is not at the fifth stage, he should be at the peak of the fourth stage, and his invisibility skills are very strong. I couldn't find them at first when I used the vibrating spiritual energy."

This meant that not only did they blend into the surroundings in terms of visual perception, but they also made their own energy infinitely close to the surrounding objects, so she couldn't find them even when she was vibrating her spiritual energy.

Miao Zhen: "Could it be that Hero Hu really has a treasure map? Otherwise, why would they send such a powerful person to find Hero Hu?"

Pan Yun looked at her, "Why do you think Wang Cong and I were so anxious to come to see Hero Hu?" Miao Zhen's eyes widened, "But..."

Pan Yun said: "I copied two copies of the secret manuals of martial arts available for students to consult in the academy, one for my brother and one for me to put in our Taoist temple in the future."

Pan Yun said quietly, "Before I handed the map over, I made a copy for myself. Do you think Fourth Senior Sister has a simpler copy?"

The treasure map was very detailed and even included some strategic deployments, but if you really just wanted to take the treasure, it would be enough to just remember a few coordinates and routes.

Before handing over the map, Pan Yun skipped over the strategic deployments and directly copied down the coordinates and route of the treasure.

"We only had one day and one night to get the map, so we all wanted to make a backup and keep something in reserve. Do you think Zhu Zixun also kept something in reserve?"

Miaozhen's eyes widened.

Pan Yun said: "These Japanese pirates came ashore and didn't look for anyone else, only for Hu Jing. This shows that they are very sure that Hu Jing has something in his hands."

Her biggest purpose in coming here was to prevent them from getting useful things from Hu Jing, and saving Hu Jing was just a side job.

Pan Jun tilted his head to glance at Hu Jing in another corner. This hero Hu is indeed a chivalrous man and can be considered a good person.

You can't just watch him get chopped to pieces by a group of Japanese pirates, can you?

Mu Lin squatted beside them and watched Wang Cong and Tao Yanbai rescue Hu Jing with great interest. When they finished, he asked hurriedly, "Are you Taoist doctors? Do you know how to cure corpse poison?"

Wang Cong looked up at him and asked, "What kind of corpse poison is this? Are you poisoned by it?"

"No, no, I'm just curious, because I saw someone die after being poisoned by corpses, so I want to ask if the Taoist doctor has any way to cure it?"

Wang Cong said: "If you have just been infected accidentally, then remove all the rotten flesh, take the red pill, and then bury the whole body with glutinous rice. Only drink a small amount of water, and it will be cured after three days and three nights."

Mu Lin was silent for a moment, then asked, "What if the corpse poison comes from the inside out?"

Wang Cong raised his eyebrows, looked him up and down and said, "Then eat whatever you want, drink whatever you want, and do whatever you want, as long as it does not violate the law, go ahead and do it."

Mu Lin pursed his lips and said unhappily: "Just because you can't cure it doesn't mean others can't."

Wang Cong nodded. "The world is so big, there are many talented people. You may be able to find one, but my ability is limited. I have never seen anyone in the books I have read who can cure this poison."

Mu Lin lowered his head and said nothing.

Wang Cong asked, "May I ask your name? Why are you in the backyard?"

Mu Lin clasped his fists and said, "My name is Mu Lin. I met you on the road..."

He turned around to look at Pan Yun, "I met the Taoist priest, and we came here to hide from the rain. I saw the door to the backyard was ajar, so I came here to look for her."

When Wang Cong heard the name he reported, he couldn't help but look him up and down, and after a moment he stared at his face.

Mu Lin couldn't help but touch his face and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wang Cong smiled at him and shook his head, saying, "Nothing, I just think you look kind."

There was a violent storm outside and a cool breeze and drizzle inside.

Hu Jing had fallen asleep after taking the medicine, but was shivering.

Wang Cong took off his coat and covered him with it, and then covered him with his pile of clothes, but it was not enough.

At this time, the outsider Mu Lin was very annoying here.

Wang Cong quietly moved to Pan Yun's side and whispered, "Uncle Junior Master, we have to find a way to drive him away."

Pan Yun turned his head and glanced at Mu Lin, then stepped forward and said, "You go to the front."

Mu Lin was stunned, "Why?"

Wang Cong was also stunned. Junior Master was so direct. Couldn’t he be more tactful?

Pan Yun: "We are not in the same group. We have something to plot and we also need to interrogate these two assassins as to why they wanted to kill our good friends and brothers. We cannot let outsiders get involved."

Mu Lin: "...I, I can turn my back and not see or hear anything."

Pan Yun rejected him coldly: "No."

Mu Lin thought for a while before remembering, "But, by the way, you can't set up a private punishment hall. I am, I am..."

Mu Lin stuttered for a long time but couldn't say who he was.

Pan Yun said, "You look about the same age as me. Can you be an official? Forget it. Don't say you can't be an official. Even if you are an official, you can't get involved in this matter."

Pan Jun picked up an umbrella and stuffed it into his hand, then pushed him out the door. "Hurry up and leave. It's spring now. You'll get sick if you get caught in the rain."

"No, brother. Oh, brother, no, that's not it. Little Taoist priest, what do I need you to believe me? We have just experienced life and death together, right?"

Wang Cong watched from the side with his mouth covered. He wanted to speak several times but kept his mouth shut.

Pan Jun grabbed a pack of snacks from her bag and stuffed them into his hands, then pushed him out the door. "They are the ones who have experienced life and death, not me. Go to the temple to eat some snacks first, and come back after you're done."

(End of this chapter)