Journey to the West begins with a full-level Tang monk

Chapter 1218 The abbot passed away!
It was a rare day of leisure.

Tang Seng waited calmly while doing floor sweeping, waiting for Huixin to come back.

Of course, Tang Seng didn't do the sweeping work alone. In fact, Puji Temple didn't put him in the duty rotation table at all.

The cleaning in the morning and evening is naturally done by the monks of this temple.

Tang Seng took the broom and made soy sauce.

However, things like sweeping the floor are a good medium. In just two or three days, he mixed with the little monks who were in charge of cleaning to the point where he could hook up with each other.

Hooking shoulders and backs is impossible to really hook up, anyway, it is very familiar, if it is not the kind of temple rules that do not allow it, you can hook up.

Chatting while sweeping the floor, Tang Seng got a side view of this small world.

Because the question should not be too obvious, but also get some valuable information.

That is, the cultivation civilization of this small world is far higher than what I imagined.

That Xuanran who had already reached the Nascent Soul Realm didn't even make it to the top [-] in Puji Temple.

From this we can see how strong the Puji Temple is, but such a Puji Temple is just average among sects in the small world.

As for too many things, you can only cover them slowly in the future, and you can't ask too obvious.

Time passed like this.

On the fifth day, something went wrong!
Tang Seng, who was sweeping the ground at the mountain gate, saw many monks flickering and flew out of the temple.

There were twenty or thirty figures, and these monks were the ones Tang Seng hadn't met in the five days since he came to Puji Temple.

"What happened?"

Tang Seng hurriedly asked a young novice who was sweeping the floor next to him.

The novice also shook his head blankly: "I don't know, but it must be a big deal."

Isn't this nonsense?
Tang Seng threw down his broom and flew into the air in a flash. Before he could settle down, he found that the monks had turned back.

Besides them, there was another monk.

It was an old monk with a gray beard, his body was stained with blood, and he was carried on the back by a gray monk, motionless, apparently seriously injured.

A group of people directly ignored Tang Seng's existence and flew into the temple. The old monk was taken into a meditation hall and several monks entered, while the rest were closely guarded outside.

"Abbot..."

"It's the abbot..."

Seeing this scene, the two novice sweepers next to him dropped their brooms to the ground, and ran towards the meditation hall in a panic.

Tang Seng didn't know the identity of the injured person at this time, so he hurriedly followed the two monks.

Although he had just glanced at it before, he had already seen that the injured monk was seriously injured, not only with external injuries, but also with internal injuries. If he wasn't treated properly, he might not be able to survive.

"Huixin presides over the meditation room, no intrusion is allowed, do what you have to do!"

It was not only Tang Seng and two novice monks who surrounded him, but many other monks in the monastery also heard that Xun came over, but they were stopped by the monks surrounded outside.

The stopped monk retreated some distance, but did not leave just then. Of course, Abbot Huixin's injury cannot be hidden from the monks. Just a while ago, Abbot Huide was carried back like this after leaving the mountain for a while. of.

In less than a day, he died of serious injuries and collapsed.

Now, Abbot Huixin is like this again, and the monks of Puji Temple can't help but have a haze on their faces.

Tang Seng didn't force his way directly, especially since his identity was still unclear. Although he had been in Puji Temple for five days, he was not considered a member of Puji Temple.

If you do something that violates your identity, it is likely to be self-defeating.

He stepped back a few steps according to his words, walked around to the back of another meditation hall, and entered the chaotic world in a flash.

After more than ten breaths, he came out of the chaotic world with an extra pill in his hand.

This is from Xiong Da, and it is the best healing elixir in Xiong Da's hands.

It can be said that as long as you don't die completely, you can basically recover in a short time after taking this elixir, because this elixir contains extremely powerful vitality, and the natural materials and earth treasures used are all priceless.

Quietly returning to the meditation hall, Tang Seng did not directly take out the elixir, but let go of his mind to observe the movement in the meditation hall.

At this time, several old monks from Puji Temple were helping Abbot Huixin who was in a coma.

Some monks are taking elixir for Abbot Huixin.

There are also some monks who are pouring mana into him, maintaining his last breath.

Some people are also carefully checking his injuries.

All in all, it's a mess.

Tang Seng knew very well that ordinary pills are absolutely useless to Abbot Huixin's injury, at most it can last for a while.

The same goes for mana, the effects of the two are similar, they both treat the symptoms but not the root cause, and even the symptoms can't be cured much.

If those monks are allowed to toss about, I am afraid that it will not take a stick of incense, and Abbot Huixin will have to follow in the footsteps of Huide and go west.

At this time, Tang Seng could no longer hide, he went to a monk guarding the meditation hall and said: "This senior brother, please tell Senior Brother Xuanyi, and tell him that there is a pill that can save Abbot Huixin. .”

"Okay, brother, please wait a moment!"

The monk glanced at Tang Seng unexpectedly, hesitated for a moment, nodded to Tang Seng, and entered the meditation hall.

Soon, Xuan Yi followed the monk out of the meditation hall and came to Tang Seng.

"Brother Fakong, your kindness is appreciated by the poor monk. The monks who are proficient in medical skills in this temple are all inside for treatment. If there is still salvation, it will naturally be saved. If not, even the panacea will not help! As for what the senior brother said Abbot Huixin has been in a coma for the matter of joining this monastery, and there is no time to report it, but please rest assured, Senior Brother Fakong, this poor monk has not forgotten about it."

A wry smile appeared on Tang Seng's face: "Senior brother Xuanyi, the poor monk called the senior brother out not to join the affairs of your temple, but because the poor monk has a pill in his hand..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the meditation hall opened again, and a monk appeared at the door, shouting to Xuan Yi: "Senior brother Xuan Yi, the situation of the abbot is not good, he might pass away!"

"what……"

Xuan Yi's expression froze, he didn't even have time to say anything to Tang Seng, he turned around and was about to enter the meditation hall.

"Senior Brother Xuanyi, Abbot Huixin has been injured so badly, why not try this elixir?" Tang Seng shouted impatiently.

Xuan Yi stopped walking, and looked back at Tang Seng, only to see a white light flying straight towards him.

Xuan Yi reached out to take it, glanced at the white pill in his hand, and went directly into the meditation hall.

Tang Seng followed after him, but was blocked by several monks from Puji Temple, who were directly stopped outside the meditation hall.

Xuan Yi didn't care about other things at this time, and rushed to Hui Xin who was lying on the couch.

"Abbot Huixin...has passed away!"

On the side of the couch, he suddenly raised his head and yelled sadly.

(End of this chapter)