Taoist Temple: I was broadcast live when I preached to animals

"Great! The temple master is here, brother Lasheng is saved!"

"Monastery, help Lasheng take a look, he's about to die!"

"That's right, his forehead has been hot and cold since he first went up the mountain."

The sunlight shone through the gaps between the crowd and hit the pilgrim's face tightly wrinkled because of pain, and his figure also bowed like a shrimp.

"Everyone, don't worry, let Pindao check it out first."

Cheng Fan first briefly checked his pulse and eyelids. The pulse of this man named Lasheng was disordered, the whites of his eyes were gray, and the vitreous of his eyes became a little cloudy.

His face was as pale as paper, with a tinge of cyanosis, the bluish-purple blood vessels were clearly visible, and his lips were slightly purple.

So fierce toxicity!

Cheng Fan's pupils shrank slightly, and he faintly felt that the toxin in his body was spreading rapidly, like a living thing, attacking his organs purposefully.

He has never seen such a violent toxin in the world!

Immediately stretched out his consciousness to observe the body of this pilgrim.

Just as the consciousness entered his body, Cheng Fan suddenly frowned and let out a muffled groan.

has a problem!

Cheng Fan endured the pain from the soul, and forcibly severed a trace of his consciousness.

Such a strong toxin, no, this is the plague.

Unlike the plague that can exist in the world, it can even infect his spiritual consciousness!

at this time.

In the "Wenxin Temple" at the foot of the mountain, the old Taoist who was receiving other tourists seemed to have noticed the effect of his own plague.

A gleam flashed in his eyes, and a snicker appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph! This is a plague developed by the god himself. Even the gods will be infected with this plague, let alone you, a little Taoist priest in the world?"

"Although it can't cause any damage to the gods, but to these mortals, and you, a little Taoist priest who dared to take away my faith, you should obediently bow your head to the old man and admit your mistake! Hahahaha..."

Just as he was triumphant, the voice of a tourist suddenly came from his ear.

"Old Taoist priest, put up the incense sticks."

"Hey hey hey! Alright, here we come!"

A chrysanthemum bloomed immediately on the old man's face, and he greeted him with a smile on his face.

Cheng Fan's eyebrows frowned into a word "Chuan", and his consciousness swept across the rest of the people in an instant.

Although they were not as serious as Lasheng, they were more or less infected with the smell of plague, and some people with weak constitutions even started to cough.

This is not a simple cold due to wind and cold. It is highly infectious and lethal to the human respiratory tract and lungs, and it can cause great damage to the human body's immunity.

Cheng Fan frowned, and immediately told Xie Yu: "Mingyu, quickly close the gate of the mountain, you go to the foot of the mountain and put up a sign to avoid visitors, and you won't see any visitors today."

Xie Yu was stunned for a moment, but when he saw Cheng Fan's serious face, he immediately understood the seriousness of the matter and obeyed obediently.

Cheng Fan frowned, the plague had begun to spread faintly in the surrounding air.

Gently pinch a formula to confine the air in the vicinity so that they can no longer circulate, and also close the pores of the whole body and open up the inner breath.

This plague was quite extraordinary, and he had to guard against it.

Since it is impossible to always probe with spiritual consciousness, some extraordinary means must be used.

But before that, it's better to ask the situation first.

Cheng Fan got up slowly, waved his hand, and injected a stream of magic power into La Sheng's body with spiritual energy, nourishing his body.

La Sheng's complexion immediately eased a little, and his body could lie flat, but this could only make him feel better, and it could not eradicate the plague.

"Monastery Lord, how is Lasheng doing?"

Several other acquainted pilgrims immediately asked, and several tourists who came for the first time looked at Cheng Fan with suspicion.

If you are sick, you don’t go to the doctor to wash your stomach, but you come to this Taoist priest. Is this temple of immortals really so magical?

Cheng Fan's face was serious, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Everyone, don't worry, first tell the poor Taoist how this believer contracted the plague. The matter is of great importance, and the poor Taoist must first understand it clearly."

"Huh? So serious?"

Several people showed worried expressions, and one of them said:

"Monastery Master, we went to a 'Temple of Asking Heart' at the foot of the mountain, we thought it was a new department of your Dripping Temple..."

The person succinctly described their experience, and then asked with concern:

"Guanzhu, Lasheng became like this because he took the poison himself, so we shouldn't have any problems, right?"

This is also a concern for several others.

"Don't worry, let Pindao investigate first."

Cheng Fan frowned, and his spiritual sense instantly went to the Wenxin Temple at the bottom of the mountain, and he immediately saw the old man with a scorpion head.

The old man seemed to be able to sense Cheng Fan's consciousness, and he glanced at the air provocatively, with a strange smile on his lips.

Cheng Fan's face changed slightly, and he noticed that the whole "Temple of Asking Hearts" was filled with a strong smell of plague.

All mortals who entered this temple, regardless of men, women or children, would be infected with the plague.

When the plague enters the body, it will not attack immediately, but enters the incubation period, and it will erupt at some point.

A look of anger appeared on Cheng Fan's face, could it be that this old Taoist is unable to cultivate?Otherwise, how dare you take the lives of ordinary people as a joke?

But his aura doesn't smell of evil cultivators, and those evil cultivators can't easily pass through the formation to enter Hengcheng, let alone do things under his dripping view.

When the problem in front of me is dealt with, I must ask you!

Cheng Fan's face was cold, and the people in front of him trembled in fright.

"My Lord, should we also..."

Cheng Fan came back to his senses, waved his hands and said, "It's true that you also contracted a little plague, but it's nothing. It's far less serious than Lasheng's."

"It's just that this plague has a very strong contagious ability. The few of you can't leave for the time being, so let's stay in the temple for a while."

After Cheng Fan finished speaking, several old pilgrims nodded. They all knew Cheng Fan's magic and had no objection.

On the contrary, it was a few tourists who immediately laughed out loud when they heard that they were infected.

"What are you kidding? Only the sick man lying on the ground took that pill, and we didn't take it. Do you think this is some kind of virus?"

"Besides, don't go to the hospital to see a doctor when you are sick, and run here to find a Taoist priest to treat you, isn't it stupid?"

"Are you still mixing water with talisman paper and ashes for a while? What age is it, and you still play feudal superstition?"