At this moment, Qin Lang was silently circulating the Phaseless Heart Sutra in order to turn his own blood into a deadly poison. To a person with the Phaseless Poison Body, his own body was the strongest weapon and also the strongest poison. Although Qin Lang was unable to move now, he still possessed a powerful attack power and was still the most poisonous poison!
Gulp! Gulp!
The old monk swallowed a few mouthfuls of Qin Lang's blood. This blood should have been the most delicious, but just as Qin Lang had thought, his blood was not so easily digested. Although this old monk was a Poison Man, he was a Poison Man who had been cultivated. Compared to Qin Lang's Phaseless Poison Body, there was still a world of difference. So when he drank Qin Lang's blood, it was equivalent to drinking poison to quench his thirst!
"Wu wu! Wu wu! ~ "
As expected, after the old monk drank a few mouthfuls of Qin Lang's blood, he immediately let out a pained cry. To him, Qin Lang's blood was simply a poison that penetrated his intestines. He could ignore the Mountain Drilling Rat and the Golden Scissor Dragon's poison, but after drinking Qin Lang's blood, he had no luck at all. Although the Poison Man's sense of pain was very weak, this pain came from his stomach and internal organs. It could be said to be a heart-wrenching pain. Even this Poison Man could not withstand it!
Amidst the sorrowful cries, the old monk finally let go of Qin Lang. This allowed Qin Lang to catch his breath and quickly distanced himself from this old fellow. To Qin Lang, it was like he had taken a stroll around the gates of hell. And it was the most terrifying gates of hell, because he had almost been eaten by this old monk!
"Benefactor … Benefactor, save me …"
At this moment, an old voice suddenly rang out in Qin Lang's mind.
"There's no one else here, where did that voice come from?" Qin Lang could not help but be shocked. But he was also someone who had seen the world, so he was not frightened. Instead, his gaze fell on this Poison Man.
This Poison Man was still crying out sorrowfully. Could it be that this voice came from him?
"Benefactor … it's me. Please save me. Let this poor monk be free." That voice was indeed coming from the Poison Man, but it was not coming from his mouth, but from his mental power! His will!
"Don't tell me this old monster's cultivation base isn't just at the Profound Comprehension Realm, but it has surpassed the Profound Comprehension Realm and reached the level of the Martial Profound?" Qin Lang was once again shocked. Qin Lang had heard the Old Poison Substance talk about mental strength, and he had personally experienced the Old Poison Substance's mental strength entering his brain, so he was no stranger to this situation.
In this situation, Qin Lang immediately stabilized his mind to avoid being affected by the other party. Then, he said to the old monster, "Let me save you. You just wanted to eat me! Do you really think that I can be like the Buddha and sacrifice myself to feed the eagle? If I had that kind of awareness, I would have joined your Buddhist Sect a long time ago. "
"Benefactor … my mind has always been controlled by the puppet worm in my brain. It was only after I drank benefactor's blood that the poison suppressed the puppet worm. Only then did my mind clear up a little, so only benefactor can save me. I beg benefactor to show mercy. If you save this poor monk, this poor monk will definitely be grateful." The old monk said very sincerely.
"You want me to save you? Hmm, how can I save you? "Qin Lang asked." What if you wake up and kill or eat me? "
"Benefactor, don't worry. How could this poor monk be such an ungrateful person? Benefactor is also a martial artist, and I can see that you seem to know how to use silver needles. At this moment, this puppet worm has been injured by the poisonous gas, and I can sense that its position is near the Baihui acupoint in the brain. If you pierce the silver needle into the Baihui acupoint, you will be able to control it and this poor monk will be free. I will definitely be grateful to you." The old monk said.
"The Baihui acupoint? Well, I do know the location. " Qin Lang said, "However, the acupoint in the head must be carefully used with needles. You said that there is a puppet worm in your brain? What is this puppet worm? "
Of course, Qin Lang pretended to be confused. Qin Lang knew better than anyone what a puppet worm was. However, the old monk's background was very strange. Without knowing the other party's details, Qin Lang would not pretend to be a good person. Qin Lang knew little about the Buddhist Sect, but every time Qin Lang mentioned the Buddhist Sect, the old poisonous monster would often say,
"All bald donkeys should die!"
Qin Lang did not know whether the old poisonous monster's evaluation of the Buddhist Sect was because he had a grudge with the Buddhist Sect, but in the face of the Buddhist Sect, Qin Lang still had to be careful. After all, he was Poisons, an evil demon in the eyes of the Buddhist Sect and the Taoist Sect. Therefore, even if he had the intention to harm others, he had to be vigilant. Why did the old monk have a puppet worm in his head? Qin Lang felt that this matter had something to do with Poisons, but he did not say it now. Instead, he took the opportunity to get information out of him.
"Oh, you might not know this, but this puppet worm is a kind of poisonous insect. It will live in a person's brain and cause incomparable pain. However, it just so happens that benefactor's poison is suppressing it, so I implore you to kill it and free this poor monk." The old monk had a sincere look on his face and his tone was like that of an enlightened monk.
However, Qin Lang knew that the old monk was lying. What do you mean by 'monks don't lie'? Looks like it's all fake. The old monk naturally knew what the puppet worm could do, but he deliberately did not tell Qin Lang.
Just this point alone, Qin Lang could be sure that the old monk was not a real enlightened monk.
However, Qin Lang did not show it. He pretended to be slightly surprised, "I didn't expect there to be such a worm? Well, it's the Baihui acupoint, right? Are you sure? Won't it have an adverse effect on you? "
"No! It won't! Almsgiver, hurry up and do it! "The old monk seemed to be a little anxious.
"Alright, I will use the needles." Qin Lang said.
"Good! Good! "The old monk said with some excitement. His expression did not look like he was free, but like he was escaping. That's right, it felt like he was escaping from a prison.
Qin Lang pierced the three silver needles near the old monk's Baihui point at the same time. After a moment, he said, "Master, the worm in your head should be dead, right?"
"Oh … Let me see. Good! Good! Good! " The old monk said "good" three times in a row because he finally could not feel the existence of the worm in his head. He was finally free!
"Since the old monk's chronic illness has been cured, then I will take my leave." Qin Lang was ready to leave.
"Almsgiver, please wait." The old monk said with a smile, "Almsgiver has cured this chronic illness of mine. This poor monk should thank you."
"There's no need." Qin Lang said, "We met here by chance. It can also be considered fate. Doesn't Buddhism pay attention to fate? I think this is our so-called fate."
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