Chapter 4738
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Time Daozu took the man away, and appointed a monk on the scene as the commander, and the fighting on the scene subsided immediately.
The monks in Yangguan were all targeting Song Tianyin. Now that Song Tianyin was taken away by Taoist Ancestor, everyone had no common enemy, and the crowd naturally began to disperse.
However, after the crowd dispersed, a large number of people rushed out of the inn where Yang Bo lived, and everyone asked Yang Bo to help heal his injuries.
Many monks were injured, and some were seriously injured. After attacking the General's Mansion this time, the injuries were even worse.
Yang Bo walked out of the inn. He looked at the swarming crowd and said, "Fellow Taoists, don't be impatient. A monk based on the law of luck will arrive soon!"
"Everyone wait for a while, and when the monks of the law of luck arrive, they can also treat everyone's injuries."
Several people knelt down at the scene, "Kneeling and begging Yang Daoyou to heal my senior brother (junior brother)'s injury, he can't hold it anymore!"
Yang Bo looked at the crowd, and sure enough, he saw that several people were seriously injured. They were lying on the ground, dripping with blood, unable to move at all.
Yang Bo beckoned, "Hurry up and bring people to the front!"
Yang Bo turned around and went back to the room. He invited the clone out. There were many black spots on the clone, but he couldn't deal with it.
At this time, Yang Bo couldn't care so much, he walked out with his avatar.
Looking at the people lying on the ground, Yang Bo began to clean up with his hands. Every time he cut a sword, the avatar swung the purple bamboo in his hand. In just a few times, Yang Bo saved the life of one person.
If one person is saved, merit will fall on Yang Bo's head. He puts part of it in his luck, and part of it is collected by him.
Soon, these seriously injured monks were all treated by Yang Bo.
At this time, the monk of the law of luck arrived.
No. 3 personally went to invite the monks of the law of luck, but failed to invite anyone.
Time Daozu said a word, and more than a dozen people came directly.
However, a person came over and found No. 3, "Excuse me, what method did you find to absorb the filth?"
"Is there any magic weapon, can you lend it to us?"
No. 3 had no choice but to bring him to Yang Bo's side, and Yang Bo received him.
Wen Hai, a monk based on the law of luck, is the third heaven of the Immortal Realm. Although his attitude is a bit arrogant, he doesn't have too much malice.
Yang Bo beckoned, and the clone came over with Zizhu on his shoulders.
When Wen Hai saw Yang Bo's avatar, he couldn't help being stunned, "Is this avatar?"
"Is the magic weapon you refined purple bamboo?"
"Zizhu is a thing of Buddhism, it can absorb filth, I didn't expect you to find it!"
Number Three asked, "Is Zizhu hard to find?"
Wen Hai laughed, "It's really hard to find, Zizhu is in the hands of the Buddhist sect in the upper realm."
"It is rumored that the golden thread purple bamboo can reach the ninth rank. Although you are not the golden thread purple bamboo, you have also reached the seventh rank, which is very good!"
"Yang Daoyou, can you lend us this purple bamboo?"
Yang Bo said: "When you save people, if you use purple bamboo again, you will inevitably be distracted. You might as well let my avatar clean it for you."
"In this way, you will not be contaminated with filth!"
Wen Hai looked at Yang Bo in surprise. Obviously, Yang Bo didn't care about the safety of the avatar. The purpose of refining this avatar should be to allow the avatar to undertake the task of being polluted with filth.
Wen Hai immediately cupped his hands with a smile, "Then thank you, Fellow Daoist Yang!"
Wen Hai and his party did not leave, they started to act directly at the scene.
Wen Hai first took out a big wooden bucket, and then poured a bucket full of green water into the big wooden bucket.
The green water poured down, and they asked the wounded to sit in the green water.
Then, Wen Hai brought five luck monks, who stood in various positions of the monk, held whisks in their hands, and swept them over the monk's head.
A brilliance flashed in front of Yang Bo's eyes, and he could clearly see that the black filthy air fell down as the dust whisk swept past.
It's just that there is not a lot of filthy air that falls each time, and it takes more than ten minutes to sweep away all the filthy air.
However, this method also has an advantage, that is, it can ensure that the luck of the injured will not be lost too much.
Yang Bo's method is simple and rude, but it will inevitably cut the luck of the injured, and Yang Bo himself has to bear the force of backlash.
What Wen Hai and the others have done, of course, has the power to counterattack, but the counterattack power is extremely small, and the merits have fallen. In this way, they will not suffer.
There are a total of more than ten monks in the law of luck, they are divided into two groups, and two wooden barrels are placed.
Yang Bo's avatar stood in the middle, swiping to the left and right to absorb the filth from both sides.
Every time a monk is treated, Wen Hai has to replace the green water.
Yang Bo could tell that soaking in the green water could make these monks recover a lot from their injuries.
After watching for a while, Yang Bo turned and walked away, because the treatment process was really boring, everyone moved slowly and carefully, for fear of being contaminated by filth.
After Yang Bo returned to the residence for a while, everyone in the Tianji team came back one after another.
Number Six couldn't help complaining: "This is too boring!"
"I feel that their movements are not as relaxed and unrestrained as Daoyou Yang."
Yang Bo laughed, "Then do you know that my movements are easy and unrestrained, and there is a price to pay!"
"If I cut off other people's luck, my own luck will also be damaged, which is far less practical than their method!"
"After all, the number of people my method can save is limited, but their method can save more people."
Not a moment after Yang Bo left, he heard someone calling his name outside, he had no choice but to go out.
As soon as Yang Bo appeared, a monk rushed over at the scene, and the man said loudly, "Young fellow Daoist Yang, can you also heal everyone's wounds?"
"Fellow Daoists of the Law of Luck are moving a bit slower, and your recovery speed is faster. I really can't wait!"
How could Yang Bo take out the black sword in front of the monk of the law of luck?
Yang Bo said: "This fellow Taoist, I'm really sorry."
"Before, the method I used to heal your injuries was too rough, which would hurt the luck of the injured, and at the same time damage my luck, causing me to suffer backlash!"
"Yesterday, Buddhism attacked the city, and I fought another battle with Buddhist monks. I was seriously injured. I'm afraid I won't be able to heal your wounds in a short time!"
Yang Bo's voice was not loud, but it could be clearly heard by everyone.
Someone exclaimed in surprise: "Did Buddhist monks attack the city yesterday? How is this possible?"
"How could there be Buddhist monks attacking the city? Why didn't I hear anything?"
Someone at the scene responded: "It is true that there are Buddhist monks attacking the city, and Daoyou Yang is alone in charge of the gate, and he stopped the Buddhist monks alone!"
"I went to guard the city gate today, and I heard many fellow Taoists talking about it!"
There was an uproar at the scene.
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Time Daozu took the man away, and appointed a monk on the scene as the commander, and the fighting on the scene subsided immediately.
The monks in Yangguan were all targeting Song Tianyin. Now that Song Tianyin was taken away by Taoist Ancestor, everyone had no common enemy, and the crowd naturally began to disperse.
However, after the crowd dispersed, a large number of people rushed out of the inn where Yang Bo lived, and everyone asked Yang Bo to help heal his injuries.
Many monks were injured, and some were seriously injured. After attacking the General's Mansion this time, the injuries were even worse.
Yang Bo walked out of the inn. He looked at the swarming crowd and said, "Fellow Taoists, don't be impatient. A monk based on the law of luck will arrive soon!"
"Everyone wait for a while, and when the monks of the law of luck arrive, they can also treat everyone's injuries."
Several people knelt down at the scene, "Kneeling and begging Yang Daoyou to heal my senior brother (junior brother)'s injury, he can't hold it anymore!"
Yang Bo looked at the crowd, and sure enough, he saw that several people were seriously injured. They were lying on the ground, dripping with blood, unable to move at all.
Yang Bo beckoned, "Hurry up and bring people to the front!"
Yang Bo turned around and went back to the room. He invited the clone out. There were many black spots on the clone, but he couldn't deal with it.
At this time, Yang Bo couldn't care so much, he walked out with his avatar.
Looking at the people lying on the ground, Yang Bo began to clean up with his hands. Every time he cut a sword, the avatar swung the purple bamboo in his hand. In just a few times, Yang Bo saved the life of one person.
If one person is saved, merit will fall on Yang Bo's head. He puts part of it in his luck, and part of it is collected by him.
Soon, these seriously injured monks were all treated by Yang Bo.
At this time, the monk of the law of luck arrived.
No. 3 personally went to invite the monks of the law of luck, but failed to invite anyone.
Time Daozu said a word, and more than a dozen people came directly.
However, a person came over and found No. 3, "Excuse me, what method did you find to absorb the filth?"
"Is there any magic weapon, can you lend it to us?"
No. 3 had no choice but to bring him to Yang Bo's side, and Yang Bo received him.
Wen Hai, a monk based on the law of luck, is the third heaven of the Immortal Realm. Although his attitude is a bit arrogant, he doesn't have too much malice.
Yang Bo beckoned, and the clone came over with Zizhu on his shoulders.
When Wen Hai saw Yang Bo's avatar, he couldn't help being stunned, "Is this avatar?"
"Is the magic weapon you refined purple bamboo?"
"Zizhu is a thing of Buddhism, it can absorb filth, I didn't expect you to find it!"
Number Three asked, "Is Zizhu hard to find?"
Wen Hai laughed, "It's really hard to find, Zizhu is in the hands of the Buddhist sect in the upper realm."
"It is rumored that the golden thread purple bamboo can reach the ninth rank. Although you are not the golden thread purple bamboo, you have also reached the seventh rank, which is very good!"
"Yang Daoyou, can you lend us this purple bamboo?"
Yang Bo said: "When you save people, if you use purple bamboo again, you will inevitably be distracted. You might as well let my avatar clean it for you."
"In this way, you will not be contaminated with filth!"
Wen Hai looked at Yang Bo in surprise. Obviously, Yang Bo didn't care about the safety of the avatar. The purpose of refining this avatar should be to allow the avatar to undertake the task of being polluted with filth.
Wen Hai immediately cupped his hands with a smile, "Then thank you, Fellow Daoist Yang!"
Wen Hai and his party did not leave, they started to act directly at the scene.
Wen Hai first took out a big wooden bucket, and then poured a bucket full of green water into the big wooden bucket.
The green water poured down, and they asked the wounded to sit in the green water.
Then, Wen Hai brought five luck monks, who stood in various positions of the monk, held whisks in their hands, and swept them over the monk's head.
A brilliance flashed in front of Yang Bo's eyes, and he could clearly see that the black filthy air fell down as the dust whisk swept past.
It's just that there is not a lot of filthy air that falls each time, and it takes more than ten minutes to sweep away all the filthy air.
However, this method also has an advantage, that is, it can ensure that the luck of the injured will not be lost too much.
Yang Bo's method is simple and rude, but it will inevitably cut the luck of the injured, and Yang Bo himself has to bear the force of backlash.
What Wen Hai and the others have done, of course, has the power to counterattack, but the counterattack power is extremely small, and the merits have fallen. In this way, they will not suffer.
There are a total of more than ten monks in the law of luck, they are divided into two groups, and two wooden barrels are placed.
Yang Bo's avatar stood in the middle, swiping to the left and right to absorb the filth from both sides.
Every time a monk is treated, Wen Hai has to replace the green water.
Yang Bo could tell that soaking in the green water could make these monks recover a lot from their injuries.
After watching for a while, Yang Bo turned and walked away, because the treatment process was really boring, everyone moved slowly and carefully, for fear of being contaminated by filth.
After Yang Bo returned to the residence for a while, everyone in the Tianji team came back one after another.
Number Six couldn't help complaining: "This is too boring!"
"I feel that their movements are not as relaxed and unrestrained as Daoyou Yang."
Yang Bo laughed, "Then do you know that my movements are easy and unrestrained, and there is a price to pay!"
"If I cut off other people's luck, my own luck will also be damaged, which is far less practical than their method!"
"After all, the number of people my method can save is limited, but their method can save more people."
Not a moment after Yang Bo left, he heard someone calling his name outside, he had no choice but to go out.
As soon as Yang Bo appeared, a monk rushed over at the scene, and the man said loudly, "Young fellow Daoist Yang, can you also heal everyone's wounds?"
"Fellow Daoists of the Law of Luck are moving a bit slower, and your recovery speed is faster. I really can't wait!"
How could Yang Bo take out the black sword in front of the monk of the law of luck?
Yang Bo said: "This fellow Taoist, I'm really sorry."
"Before, the method I used to heal your injuries was too rough, which would hurt the luck of the injured, and at the same time damage my luck, causing me to suffer backlash!"
"Yesterday, Buddhism attacked the city, and I fought another battle with Buddhist monks. I was seriously injured. I'm afraid I won't be able to heal your wounds in a short time!"
Yang Bo's voice was not loud, but it could be clearly heard by everyone.
Someone exclaimed in surprise: "Did Buddhist monks attack the city yesterday? How is this possible?"
"How could there be Buddhist monks attacking the city? Why didn't I hear anything?"
Someone at the scene responded: "It is true that there are Buddhist monks attacking the city, and Daoyou Yang is alone in charge of the gate, and he stopped the Buddhist monks alone!"
"I went to guard the city gate today, and I heard many fellow Taoists talking about it!"
There was an uproar at the scene.
Time Daozu took the man away, and appointed a monk on the scene as the commander, and the fighting on the scene subsided immediately. The monks in Yangguan were all targeting Song Tianyin. Now that Song Tianyin was taken away by Taoist Ancestor, everyone had no common enemy, and the crowd naturally began to disperse. However, after the crowd dispersed, a large number of people rushed out of the inn where Yang Bo lived, and everyone asked Yang Bo to help heal his injuries. Many monks were injured, and some were seriously injured. After attacking the General's Mansion this time, the injuries were even worse. Yang Bo walked out of the inn. He looked at the swarming crowd and said, "Fellow Taoists, don't be impatient. A monk based on the law of luck will arrive soon!" "Everyone wait for a while, and when the monks of the law of luck arrive, they can also treat everyone's injuries." Several people knelt down at the scene, "Kneeling and begging Yang Daoyou to heal my senior brother junior brother's injury, he can't hold it anymore!" Yang Bo looked at the crowd, and sure enough, he saw that several people were seriously injured. They were lying on the ground, dripping with blood, unable to move at all. Yang Bo beckoned, "Hurry up and bring people to the front!" Yang Bo turned around and went back to the room. He invited the clone out. There were many black spots on the clone, but he couldn't deal with it. At this time, Yang Bo couldn't care so much, he walked out with his avatar. Looking at the people lying on the ground, Yang Bo began to clean up with his hands. Every time he cut a sword, the avatar swung the purple bamboo in his hand. In just a few times, Yang Bo saved the life of one person. If one person is saved, merit will fall on Yang Bo's head. He puts part of it in his luck, and part of it is collected by him. Soon, these seriously injured monks were all treated by Yang Bo. At this time, the monk of the law of luck arrived. No. 3 personally went to invite the monks of the law of luck, but failed to invite anyone. Time Daozu said a word, and more than a dozen people came directly. However, a person came over and found No. 3, "Excuse me, what method did you find to absorb the filth?" "Is there any magic weapon, can you lend it to us?" No. 3 had no choice but to bring him to Yang Bo's side, and Yang Bo received him. Wen Hai, a monk based on the law of luck, is the third heaven of the Immortal Realm. Although his attitude is a bit arrogant, he doesn't have too much malice. Yang Bo beckoned, and the clone came over with Zizhu on his shoulders. When Wen Hai saw Yang Bo's avatar, he couldn't help being stunned, "Is this avatar?" "Is the magic weapon you refined purple bamboo?" "Zizhu is a thing of Buddhism, it can absorb filth, I didn't expect you to find it!" Number Three asked, "Is Zizhu hard to find?" Wen Hai laughed, "It's really hard to find, Zizhu is in the hands of the Buddhist sect in the upper realm." "It is rumored that the golden thread purple bamboo can reach the ninth rank. Although you are not the golden thread purple bamboo, you have also reached the seventh rank, which is very good!" "Yang Daoyou, can you lend us this purple bamboo?" Yang Bo said: "When you save people, if you use purple bamboo again, you will inevitably be distracted. You might as well let my avatar clean it for you." "In this way, you will not be contaminated with filth!" Wen Hai looked at Yang Bo in surprise. Obviously, Yang Bo didn't care about the safety of the avatar. The purpose of refining this avatar should be to allow the avatar to undertake the task of being polluted with filth. Wen Hai immediately cupped his hands with a smile, "Then thank you, Fellow Daoist Yang!" Wen Hai and his party did not leave, they started to act directly at the scene. Wen Hai first took out a big wooden bucket, and then poured a bucket full of green water into the big wooden bucket. The green water poured down, and they asked the wounded to sit in the green water. Then, Wen Hai brought five luck monks, who stood in various positions of the monk, held whisks in their hands, and swept them over the monk's head. A brilliance flashed in front of Yang Bo's eyes, and he could clearly see that the black filthy air fell down as the dust whisk swept past. It's just that there is not a lot of filthy air that falls each time, and it takes more than ten minutes to sweep away all the filthy air. However, this method also has an advantage, that is, it can ensure that the luck of the injured will not be lost too much. Yang Bo's method is simple and rude, but it will inevitably cut the luck of the injured, and Yang Bo himself has to bear the force of backlash. What Wen Hai and the others have done, of course, has the power to counterattack, but the counterattack power is extremely small, and the merits have fallen. In this way, they will not suffer. There are a total of more than ten monks in the law of luck, they are divided into two groups, and two wooden barrels are placed. Yang Bo's avatar stood in the middle, swiping to the left and right to absorb the filth from both sides. Every time a monk is treated, Wen Hai has to replace the green water. Yang Bo could tell that soaking in the green water could make these monks recover a lot from their injuries. After watching for a while, Yang Bo turned and walked away, because the treatment process was really boring, everyone moved slowly and carefully, for fear of being contaminated by filth. After Yang Bo returned to the residence for a while, everyone in the Tianji team came back one after another. Number Six couldn't help complaining: "This is too boring!" "I feel that their movements are not as relaxed and unrestrained as Daoyou Yang." Yang Bo laughed, "Then do you know that my movements are easy and unrestrained, and there is a price to pay!" "If I cut off other people's luck, my own luck will also be damaged, which is far less practical than their method!" "After all, the number of people my method can save is limited, but their method can save more people." Not a moment after Yang Bo left, he heard someone calling his name outside, he had no choice but to go out. As soon as Yang Bo appeared, a monk rushed over at the scene, and the man said loudly, "Young fellow Daoist Yang, can you also heal everyone's wounds?" "Fellow Daoists of the Law of Luck are moving a bit slower, and your recovery speed is faster. I really can't wait!" How could Yang Bo take out the black sword in front of the monk of the law of luck? Yang Bo said: "This fellow Taoist, I'm really sorry." "Before, the method I used to heal your injuries was too rough, which would hurt the luck of the injured, and at the same time damage my luck, causing me to suffer backlash!" "Yesterday, Buddhism attacked the city, and I fought another battle with Buddhist monks. I was seriously injured. I'm afraid I won't be able to heal your wounds in a short time!" Yang Bo's voice was not loud, but it could be clearly heard by everyone. Someone exclaimed in surprise: "Did Buddhist monks attack the city yesterday? How is this possible?" "How could there be Buddhist monks attacking the city? Why didn't I hear anything?" Someone at the scene responded: "It is true that there are Buddhist monks attacking the city, and Daoyou Yang is alone in charge of the gate, and he stopped the Buddhist monks alone!" "I went to guard the city gate today, and I heard many fellow Taoists talking about it!" There was an uproar at the scene.
