The boss all ran away, and the remaining little brothers were all panicked. The man in black who was holding Kongji hurriedly put the knife in his hand on Kongji's neck and threatened everyone with the bird's sing: "If you dare to come up, I will kill this monk."

Although the monks could not understand the birds' singing, they could also guess what he meant from the other party's move.

"Mencius is compassionate. As long as you let the abbot go, we will naturally let you leave safely." Kong Le said seriously.

The men in black looked at each other, looking a little moved. Although they couldn't understand Chinese, they looked quite kind. Besides, they all knew the truth that monks did not kill.

But just when these men in black were shaken, Ye Wutian raised the corner of his mouth and smiled coldly: "These monks can let you go, but I, Ye Wutian, have no Bodhisattva heart. You despicable Japanese dogs, let me die!"

After saying that, Ye Wutian shook his hand and threw out a silver needle. In the blink of an eye, he hit the man in black who was holding an empty sword holding an empty sword. The man in black limply fell to the ground. Before the rest of the man in black could react, Ye Wutian had already rushed forward. With a wave of the red flame knife in his hand, the powerful flame energy instantly roasted a man in black under the knife into charcoal.

After killing this person, the Red Flame Knife did not stop and squandered it again. The men in black had already exhausted their fighting spirit, and could not withstand the ruthless sweep of Ye Wutian. In a short while, all the men in black collapsed to the ground and had no longer had a living experience.

"Amitabha, sin! sin!" Kong Ji murmured, while the other monks looked at Ye Wutian proudly standing among the corpses, like a bloodthirsty devil, making people shudder.

After watching for a while, all the monks clasped their hands together and lowered their heads to recite the scriptures. I don’t know whether they were rescuing these dead souls or atoneing for Ye Wutian’s sins.

Ye Wutian bent down, picked up a man in black from the ground, wiped the Red Flame Knife with his clothes, then threw him away, then inserted the knife back on his back and walked towards Abbot Kongji.

"Abbot, are you okay?" Seeing Kongji's face look bad, Ye Wutian stepped forward and helped him up.

"I'm fine, donor Ye, this killing was caused by me, and all the sins will be borne by me, Amitabha Buddha." Kong Ji said seriously.

"Abbot, don't worry about this now. I will help you back to the hall to get rid of poison and heal your wounds." Ye Wutian said, and helped Kongji walk towards the hall.

After walking a few steps, Kongji turned around and explained to Kong: "Junior Brother Kong, I will trouble you here to deal with it. Let's save these dead souls."

"Yes! Senior Brother Abbot!" Kong Le agreed.

Then, Ye Wutian helped Kongji back to the hall, while Cheng Bing consciously stayed outside to help clean up the body.

Hearing that he was going to take off his robes and treat him, Kongji took Ye Wutian to a small room next to the hall.

After Kongji took off his cassock, Ye Wutian took out the silver needle and sealed his bloodline for him. Then, he took his pulse. "Abbot, your Dantian point has been blocked by a poisonous true qi. You need to apply an needle to detoxify you. During this period, you should not use the true qi."

"Donor Ye, do you still understand medical principles?" Kong Ji asked in surprise.

"Yes, I am a peerless miracle doctor, so don't worry, abbot, I will cure your injury for you." Ye Wutian said without any modesty.

"I heard before that Donor Ye's real name is Ye Wutian. Could it be that Donor Ye is the descendant of Xuanyuan Medical Sect?" Kong Ji guessed.

Ye Wutian was stunned. He didn't expect Kongji to guess his identity. After hesitating for a moment, he admitted: "Since the abbot has guessed, there is nothing to hide. I am indeed the descendant of the Xuanyuan Medical Sect."

Kongji nodded and reminded him seriously: "Donor Ye, it is better not to show off this matter, including your medical skills."

The master told him not to reveal his identity at will, which was understandable, but why did Kong Ji say so? Ye Wutian was a little confused and asked, "I don't know why the abbot said this."

"It seems that the respect for the master must have never told you about the history of the noble school." Kong Ji looked solemn, as if he had recalled some old past events that were unbearable to look back on.

Ye Wutian frowned and said quickly: "Please tell me clearly by the abbot."

Kong Ji sighed and said, "It's okay to tell you. Your Xuanyuan Medical Sect had stirred up a sensation in the Chinese martial arts world back then. This description seems to be found in the martial arts techniques of the noble school: using the meridians as a channel, using qi as a guide, and using blood to calcify the body to restore vitality; using the body as a furnace, using qi as a fire, using soul to refine the soul to sustain life. Your Xuanyuan Medical Sect's ancestors pursued eternal life, used blood to calcify the body and refine the soul to refine the life, so they were regarded as an evil sect by their fellow martial arts masters and were expelled from the border."

Hearing Kong Ji's words, Ye Wutian's body trembled suddenly. He had always thought that the Xuanyuan Medical Sect was a famous sect, but he would have been regarded as an evil sect by the Chinese people. How could he not shock him when he heard this kind of thing?

"Master Ye, you don't have to be so surprised. The distinction between good and evil, the distinction between good and evil, and the distinction between loyalty and treason are all in the hearts of the people. Although the reputation of the noble school is not good, as long as you have good thoughts, even if the world is chaotic, there will always be spring and flowers blooming, and there will always be a clear and holy day." Kong Ji persuaded patiently.

"Use the meridians as the channel, use qi as the guide, use blood to calcinate the body to restore vitality; use body as the furnace, use qi as the fire, use soul to refine the soul, and prolong life for eternal life. Abbot, my school's medical scriptures does mention calcination of the body with blood, but there is no saying that soul is refining the soul with soul." Ye Wutian seemed to want to redeem some dignity for his sect.

"I guess it's because the respect for the teacher has good thoughts, so I haven't told you these things." Kong Ji said indifferently.

"I'll ask the abbot to speak out." Ye Wutian asked humbly.

"As we all know, the practice of the "Huangdi Neijing" passed down by Huangdi Xuanyuan family. The "Huangdi Neijing" is divided into two parts: "Suwen" and "Lingshu", so there are two secret books: Suwen Dandao and Lingshu Medical Classic. As the saying goes, the medical classics are to calcify the body and the alchemy soul, which refers to calculating the body with blood and refining the soul with soul." Kong Ji said truthfully.

Ye Wutian was shocked again. He had always thought that Su Wen was just a simple medical scripture, but he did not expect that it was like a Lingshu, containing deep mystery. The alchemy in it, as the name suggests, should be the art of alchemy.

"Use blood to suffocate the body, use soul to refine the soul." These eight short words made Ye Wutian remember the scene he saw in the cave at the foot of Mount Tai, the blood pool, the body of the old man filled with silver needles, and the soul filled with bottles. All of this seemed to have an indescribable relationship with the Xuanyuan Medical Sect.

Kongji continued, "If I guessed correctly, donor Ye's respected teacher should be called Ye Wu?"

"That's right, does the abbot know the master?" Ye Wutian nodded and agreed.

"I have some friendship with respect to my respected teacher. At that time, the respected teacher made a lot of efforts to win back the reputation of the noble school. He was kind and generous and helped the world, but in the end he was excluded and expelled by the Chinese martial arts world because of his identity. I don't want to see Donor Ye suffer from the situation of Donor Ye, so I advise Donor Ye not to reveal his identity." Kong Ji said.

"Thank you for your kindness, abbot." Ye Wutian said thankfully.

"Amitabha, how good is it." Kong Ji clasped his hands together.

"Abbot, I'll give you a needle to detoxify you." As he said that, Ye Wutian took out the silver needle, stabbed it near Kongji's wound and injected true energy to drive away the toxins for him.

After a long time, Ye Wutian put away all the needles and said, "Abbot, you have driven away all the toxins for you. You can now run your true qi and heal your own injuries."

"Thank you, Donald Ye, for your help." Kong Ji put on his robes and nodded in his head.

"Abbot is polite. I would like to thank you for telling you the ugly things about this despicable faction." Ye Wutian also sincerely expressed his gratitude, and then said: "Abbot, please heal your wounds with peace of mind, and say goodbye first."

Just as Ye Wutian turned around and was about to walk out of the room, Kongji suddenly spoke again: "Donor Ye, I have also practiced the Vajra Body Protection Art."

Ye Wutian was stunned at first, and immediately understood Kongji's meaning, so he quickly turned around and thanked: "Thank you for your advice, I am grateful." Although Kongji did not say it clearly, he also clearly implied the cover of the Vajra Body Protection Magic.

Kong Ji nodded and taught earnestly: "I hope that Donor Ye can make more contributions to our Chinese martial arts world in the future."

"Yes, remember the abbot's teachings in mind." Ye Wutian nodded and thanked, and then reminded: "By the abbot, since these Japanese ninjas will attack the Kyushu, it will probably be detrimental to the other major sects."

"I have also considered this point. Donor Ye doesn't have to worry. I will notify all major sects as soon as possible and ask them to take more precautions." Kong Ji said.

"Then I'll feel relieved. Abbot, there will be a date later."

"Donor Ye, I will send it to you not far away."

Ye Wutian walked out of the room and came outside the hall, and saw Cheng Bing sitting at the door in a daze.

"What are you thinking? You're so trance." Ye Wutian walked up and asked.

Cheng Bing came back to his senses, stood up, and said casually: "Nothing."

Ye Wutian stopped asking and said, "Then let's go."

"Where to go?" Cheng Bing asked.

"Let's leave here first, may you still plan to stay overnight?" Ye Wutian asked with a smile.

"Anyway, it's so late, so it's okay to stay." Cheng Bing said.

At this time, a young monk trotted to meet him, "Two donors, the wing room has been packed, please follow the monk."

Ye Wutian looked at Cheng Bing, and Cheng Bing followed the monk without saying a word.

Ye Wutian smiled indifferently and followed with great strides.

When he came to the room, Ye Wutian was lying on the bed. He had no intention of practicing or sleeping. After hearing Kong Ji's words today, he was really hit hard. He even had the impulse to call the master to ask what happened, but he couldn't raise the courage after all.

Use medicine to help the world, and do not care about the right and wrong of the martial arts world.
Chapter completed!