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Chapter 87: Going Down the Mountain

"Monk, why are you here again?!"

The mountain tiger heard the sound and stood up and looked at Wu Sheng.

"I want to take another leaf of Ganoderma lucidum to save people." Wu Sheng said.

"Is it because of the red mist that covered the mountain a few days ago?" Although the mountain wolf is guarding the cave, he knows everything about what is going on down the mountain.

"Yes, Abbot Kongkong's life is hanging by a thread, please help."

"It's not easy for black lingzhi to grow. If you ask for help like this, I'm afraid it won't be long before it disappears." Shan Hu looked at the black ganoderma not far away.

Wu Sheng nodded and understood. After all, this mountain tiger is here all day long to guard the black Ganoderma lucidum. If it were not here, the black Ganoderma lucidum would have been gone long ago. If he asks for it like this, the other party will

Naturally, there will be ideas. In reality, even if you borrow money from a friend or acquaintance, you have to think twice about it. Let alone such a genius, there is no friendship between him and this mountain tiger.

"Yes, but the situation is urgent and human lives are at stake."

"That's all, for the sake of Lan Ruo Temple, if you take another leaf of black Ganoderma lucidum and take it away, you can save your life even if your life hangs by a thread." Shan Li's reply surprised Wu Sheng.

"Thank you." Wu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

On the way here, he thought about it and tried every means to bring back a leaf of black Ganoderma lucidum. If the mountain wolf refused, he would think of other ways, such as stealing or robbing. Fortunately, the mountain wolf seemed to still think about it.

That little bit of friendship.

Wu Sheng broke another leaf of black Ganoderma lucidum and bumped it into the wooden box.

"This black Ganoderma is indeed miraculous. It can warm and nourish the body and heal the bones of the living dead, but it is still not as effective at treating injuries to the soul. Monk Kong Kong has been in the red mist for a long time. His soul is injured, but he has to find another way." Shan

Lu reminded.

"Then do you know how to cure this soul injury?" Wu Sheng asked hurriedly after hearing this.

"I don't know." Shan Li shook his head.

"I heard that there is a fairy fruit on the Black Mountain. The fruit only matures once every three hundred years. I don't know if it is true or not." Wu Sheng suddenly remembered what he had heard a few days ago.

"You don't want to miss the fairy fruit. Not to mention that it has just bloomed now and will have to wait for more than two hundred years to mature. Even if the fruit is ripe, you can't pick it. Not to mention you, even if the immortal comes, you won't be able to pick it.

I can only look at what the fairy fruit looks like!"

"It really does!"

But as the mountain tiger said, even if he had it, he would not be able to pick it. For example, if the mountain tiger had not given it to him, it would be extremely difficult for him to get this black Ganoderma lucidum. If the fairy fruit cannot be obtained by humans and immortals, what must be watching next to it?

"Thank you very much." Wu Sheng bowed and thanked her sincerely and from the bottom of his heart. He kept this kindness in his heart.

"Hurry down the mountain and save people."

Wu Sheng hurriedly went down the mountain. The mountain dog stood at the entrance of the cave and looked at Wu Sheng's retreating figure. He was a little lost and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Unexpectedly, you have become so generous. Many mountain spirits and wild monsters from the mountain came up to you to ask for a piece of black Ganoderma lucidum, but they couldn't get it. The monk from Lanruo Temple gave two leaves one after another." Another voice came to mind in the cave.

"The cause and effect of Lanruo Temple is responsible for the good fortune I have today. Furthermore, you said that this little monk has extraordinary good fortune. This can be regarded as a good relationship for me."

Along the way, Wu Sheng did not encounter any mountain monsters that blocked his way, so it was a smooth journey. When he returned to the temple, he crushed the black Ganoderma lucidum and fed it to Abbot Kongkong with a little water. After taking the Black Ganoderma lucidum, the abbot was indeed better.

My mind became clearer and my eyes became brighter.

"Uncle."

"Yeah." Abbot Kongkong nodded.

Just as Wuyou helped him up, his thin body suddenly started to tremble.

"Master, what's wrong with you?!"

"kill!"

Monk Kongkong suddenly roared, his eyes turned blood red, and then he fainted.

This?! Wu Sheng was stunned when he saw this.

"Don't panic, you will wake up." The empty monk said softly.

The three of them stayed by the bed. Monk Kongkong was still breathing, and the Buddha bone relic hanging on his chest was still emitting a warm light. After a long time, Monk Kongkong finally woke up. After waking up,

His mind is still quite clear.

After saying a few words with him, Monk Kong asked Wu Sheng to leave the meditation room together, leaving Monk Wunu alone to take care of him.

"Since Brother Abbot woke up, this is already the sixth time."

"Uncle Abbot, this must be because the soul is injured. On the Baizhang Cliff of Black Mountain, I heard the mountain tiger say that the black Ganoderma lucidum has limited effect on the injured soul. We have to find another way. Master, does he know any way to cure the soul?

Injured?" Wu Sheng told Monk Kong Kong what he heard on the mountain.

"I have heard people mention that there are such elixirs and fairy grasses before, but they are all in places far away, thousands of miles away from Jinhua. It is very difficult to find them, let alone asking for them." Kong Kong said.

"What should we do?"

Kong lowered his head and walked back and forth for a few steps, then stopped and looked up at Wu Sheng.

"Wu Sheng, please go down the mountain to Kuaiji Mansion, east of Jinhua. There should be a Sanxiang Tower in the southeast of the city. It's called a restaurant. It's actually a place that sells information. Go there to find out about the cure for the soul.

Ways to hurt him." Kong Kong explained seriously.

"take note of it?"

"I've written it down, but master, this matter is of great importance, and I don't know what to do with it! Why don't you ask Senior Brother Wunu to come down the mountain?"

Wu Sheng was really unsure. After all, he was not from this world and didn't understand the outside world. When he first came to the mountain, he really wanted to go down the mountain and see the world below, but at this time

But he didn’t think much about going down the mountain. The key is that this matter is related to Abbot Kongkong’s safety, and he has a heavy responsibility.

"He has important matters on the mountain."

"What else is important?" Wu Sheng asked doubtfully.

"Cook food for the abbot and me. Can you cook it? Is it delicious?"

Hiss, huff, Wu Sheng took a deep breath.

"Master, it's time now, so don't be shy."

"There are certain risks in going down the mountain this time. It is related to the safety of the abbot. You must be careful and serious. You come with me."

Kong Kong brought Wu Sheng to his Zen room, took out a wig from a broken cabinet, put it on Wu Sheng's head very skillfully, and then tied it with a band around his forehead.

Then he asked him to take off his monk's clothes, found a pair of worn-out blue-grey ordinary clothes for him to put on, and looked around Wu Sheng carefully.

"That's right, you have to be careful what you say, don't show off your flaws. This is a ten thousand tael of silver notes and some broken silver. You pack it up and set off immediately. Go back as quickly as possible. Remember, people's hearts are unpredictable at the foot of the mountain and everything is different than in the temple.

Be careful." Monk Kongkong warned.

"Master, do you know how to disguise yourself?"

Wu Sheng was very surprised. It could be seen that Monk Kong was very skilled in this technique. Looking from the bronze mirror, he was just a wig and rags, but he seemed to have changed. He was a monk before, but now he looks like a different person.
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