When Mu Yangzi heard this, he couldn't help but be startled.
He looked at Zhao Ding with some suspicion.
"Isn't this possible?"
No wonder Mu Yangzi's first reaction was disbelief.
Saint poisoned?
This is simply impossible.
What kind of existence is a saint?
As long as the heaven and the earth, his body and soul have reached the peak that a cultivator can reach.
Poisoning is almost impossible to happen to a saint.
Any poison that contaminates the saint's body will be directly reduced to nothing by the saint's energy.
And even if the poison is lucky enough to enter the body.
It is also difficult to withstand the majestic Qi, blood and power of the Great Dao in the saint's body.
It can be said.
A saint is a being who is invulnerable to all poisons.
Throughout the ages, I have never heard of any saint being poisoned.
Even the previous Mohist tycoon was suspected to have died of poison, but at that time, the Mohist tycoon had not yet truly entered the realm of a saint.
"it is true!"
Seeing Mu Yangzi's disbelief, Zhao Ding became even more anxious.
"The matter is so important, am I going to talk nonsense?"
Seeing Zhao Ding like this, Mu Yangzi also knew that Zhao Ding would not act without aim.
His expression became serious.
"What exactly is going on?"
Zhao Dingdang even told Mu Yangzi about the recent situation of the Mohist saint.
turn out to be.
Ever since the Mohist saint received the Qilin blood and returned from the Scarlet Blood Ancient Plains, he couldn't wait to refine the Qilin blood.
After refining, the Mohist saint initially felt that he might have a chance to take a step closer.
But within a few days.
The Mohist saint felt uncomfortable all over.
Because of the example of the previous Mohist tycoon, the entire Mohist family is extremely sensitive to poisoning.
Even as a saint, if he notices the slightest discomfort in his body, he will immediately think of poisoning.
The Mohist saint did not feel that he was poisoned at first. He only thought that his body had not fully adapted to it after refining the Qilin blood.
But when the Mohist saint uses the power of the great road to adjust his state.
He sensed something was wrong!
He actually has the power of the Five Elements in his body, but he clearly has not refined the power of the Five Elements. And this power of the five elements is gathering and evolving.
As a saint, I know very well the result of the aggregation and evolution of the power of the five elements.
That’s yin and yang!
The five elements transform yin and yang!
The Mohist saint immediately became vigilant.
He thought of the strange fall of the previous Mo family giant, and that there was still a trace of yin and yang power left in his body.
This is quite suspicious.
The Mohist saint certainly wanted to dissolve the power of the five elements in his body.
And he did.
But it didn't take long.
The power of the five elements appeared in the body again.
And it's even richer than when I first discovered it.
The Mohist saints resolved the power of the five elements from their bodies time and time again, but the power of the five elements appeared again and again.
Just like tarsal maggots, no matter how they are resolved, they will still reappear in the body.
The Mohist saint had no choice but to directly use the power of the great road, hoping to prevent this power of the five elements from appearing again at the cost of depleting his cultivation.
But the result still disappointed the Mohist saint.
Cultivation is wasted.
But the power of the Five Elements still emerged.
And before he could resolve it again, the power of the five elements directly turned into the power of yin and yang.
It was not until this moment that the Mohist saint truly realized that he was afraid of being poisoned.
It should be similar to the poison that killed the previous Mohist giant.
Maybe even stronger.
The Mohist sage told this matter to a very small number of senior officials of the Mohist family, including Zhao Ding.
After Zhao Ding learned about it, he immediately thought of Ye Qingyun.
In Zhao Ding's view, only Ye Qingyun in the world could possibly solve the poison that even the saints were helpless to deal with.
Zhao Ding immediately expressed that he would invite Ye Qingyun for treatment for the Mohist saint.
The Mo family has also heard of Ye Qingyun for a long time, and they know that Ye Qingyun is not an ordinary person, and he can be said to have great supernatural powers.
But no one is sure whether they can help the Mohist saint.
So Zhao Ding came.
"I see."
After hearing this, Mu Yangzi finally understood the situation of the Mohist saint.
Although his life is temporarily safe, Ren
If this development continues, it may cause great disasters.
"Let's go, I'll take you to find Ye Gaoren."
Mu Yangzi knew the seriousness of the matter and did not delay. He took Zhao Ding directly to find Ye Qingyun.
As soon as I arrived at Ye Qingyun's yard, I saw Huikong clearing away the dishes. ??
There was also a large bowl on the stone table with some soup and water left in it.
"Huikong, where is Mr. Ye?"
Mu Yangzi asked.
"Amitabha."
Huikong put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands and clasped his hands together.
"The Holy Son ate and went in to sleep."
Go to sleep?
Mu Yangzi and Zhao Ding looked at each other.
Why are you sleeping at this time?
Mu Yangzi looked troubled.
"City Lord Zhao, Mr. Ye is taking a rest at the moment, I'm afraid it's not easy to disturb him."
Zhao Ding looked helpless. He also knew that Ye Qingyun was resting at the moment, so it would be wrong to interrupt him rashly.
But he didn't know how long Ye Qingyun would have to rest.
Things on the saint's side can't be delayed for too long.
"Amitabha, you two look wrong. Could it be that you want to see the Holy Son for something?"
Huikong saw that something was going on between the two of them and couldn't help but ask.
"Here's the thing"
At that moment, Mu Yangzi told Huikong about the Mohist saint.
After all, Huikong is one of Ye Qingyun's personal followers and is deeply trusted by Ye Qingyun.
It's okay to tell Huikong what happened.
"I see."
When Huikong heard this, he showed a faint smile.
This confused Zhao Ding and Mu Yangzi.
The Mo family here are all anxious and anxious.
How can a monk like you still laugh?
Isn't this a little too rude?
"You two don't have to worry."
Huikong smiled slightly, and there seemed to be a gleam of wisdom in his eyes.
"Oh, how could I not be in a hurry?"
Zhao Ding smiled bitterly.
"Our Mo family now has such a saint, and we all rely on him for support."
"If something happens to this saint, it will be a disaster for our Mo family."
The situation of the Mo family is indeed not good. Although it was very prosperous in the past, the current situation is indeed a bit embarrassing.
If the Mohist giants of the previous generation had not fallen, then the Mohists would now be two saints. Compared to Taoism, Confucianism may be inferior.
But at least it won't be weaker than the military strategist or the Yin Yang strategist.
pity.
The death of the last Mohist giant made it impossible for the Mohist family to give birth to another saint for a long time.
Only supported by a saint.
If even this last remaining saint had an accident, the Mo family would indeed be in an extremely dangerous situation.
Huikong remained calm.
He put his hands together and smiled.
He looked at the two people in front of him with wise eyes.
"Master Fu, City Lord Zhao, haven't you discovered it yet?"
Mu Yangzi and Zhao Ding were both stunned.
Discover?
Found something?
Why can't you understand what this monk said?
Seeing the two of them standing there, Huikong couldn't help but sigh.
"Alas, it seems that not everyone is like me, Huikong, who has extraordinary wisdom and can understand the intention of the Holy Son."
Huikong sighed secretly.
I feel that the wisdom of the two people in front of me is really average.
It seems that I still need to speak more clearly.
"The Son is omnipotent."
Huikong continued.
"The Holy Son must have already known the purpose of your visit."
"It's just that the Holy Son never likes to reveal his own methods, but he always leaves some opportunities for me to explore on my own."
Having said this, the smile on Huikong's face became even thicker.
And Mu Yangzi and Zhao Ding were also stunned for a while.
The two looked at each other.
Do not know why.
What this monk said sounds a bit like nonsense.
But it doesn’t seem to be completely nonsense.
After all, Ye Qingyun's behavior was indeed a bit strange and unpredictable.
It cannot be discussed based on common sense.
"Master Huikong!"
Zhao Ding hurriedly raised his hands to Huikong, with a look of pleading on his face.
"Please give me some advice, Master!"
Huikong didn't speak, but pointed to the half bowl of chicken soup left on the stone table.