Taoist Temple: I was broadcast live while preaching to animals

Chapter 530

"Hurry up, go and see the Lord!" a

group of pilgrims foaming at the mouth and twitching their hands and feet entered the subjective, panting.

Subjectively, Xie Fatpang, who was copying the scriptures, changed his face slightly, and hurriedly got up to greet him, put the man flat, and took a futon to cushion the back of his head.

"Hold on, I'll go to Master.

Xie Fatpang was relieved, and was about to get up and go to the backyard to find the master, when he heard Cheng Fan's clear voice behind him.

"No need, please wait for you.

Xie Fatpang hurriedly greeted and moved out of the way.

Everyone raised their eyes and saw that it was Cheng Fan who came, and pushed away one after another to make way for space.

"Great! The Lord is here, Brother Lasheng is saved

!" "Lord Guan, please help Lasheng take a look, he will be dying!"

"That's right, his forehead began to flicker and heat from the time he first went up the mountain. The

sunlight shone down the cracks of the crowd and touched the pilgrim's face, which was crumpled in pain, and his body was bowed like a shrimp.

"Don't worry, let Poor Dao check it first.

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

His face was as pale as paper, with a hint of cyanosis, and the bruised-purple veins were clearly visible, and his lips were slightly purple.

Cheng

Fan's pupils shrank slightly, and he faintly felt that the toxins in his body were spreading rapidly, as if they were living creatures, purposefully attacking his organs.

He had never seen such a violent toxin in the human world, and

immediately reached out to observe the pilgrim's body.

As soon as the divine sense entered his body, Cheng Fan suddenly frowned and let out a muffled snort.

There is a problem!

Cheng Fan endured the pain from his divine soul and forcibly cut off a trace of his divine sense.

What a fierce toxin, no, it's a plague.

It's not like a plague that can exist in the world, even his divine consciousness can be impregnated!

At the foot of the mountain, Lao Dao, who was receiving other tourists, seemed to notice the effect of his plague.

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

"Hmph, this is a plague developed by the gods themselves, even the gods will be infected with this plague, not to mention that

you are a little Taoist priest in the world?" "Although it can't cause any damage to the gods, but for these mortals, and you, a little Taoist priest who dares to take away my faith, it's better to obediently bow your head to the old man and admit your mistakes! Hahahaha..."

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

"Old Taoist, incense on the pillar.

"Hey, hey, hey, okay, here we go!"

a chrysanthemum immediately bloomed on the leper head's face, and he greeted him with a smile.

Cheng Fan's eyebrows wrinkled into a Sichuan character, and his divine sense swept over the rest of the people in an instant.

Although they are not as serious as Lasheng, they are more or less contaminated with some pestilence, and even some people who are weak have begun to cough.

This is not a simple cold and cold, it has a strong infectivity to the respiratory tract and lungs of the human body, and it is extremely lethal, and it can cause great damage to the body's immunity.

Cheng Fan frowned, and immediately instructed Xie Yu: "Mingyu, quickly close the mountain gate, you go to the bottom of the mountain to set up a guest avoidance card, and you will not see any guests today."

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

Cheng Fan frowned, and there was already a faint plague in the air around him that had begun to spread.

Pinch a mantra to imprison the nearby air so that it no longer circulates, and you can also tighten the pores of your body and open up your internal breath.

The plague was so extraordinary that he had to guard against it.

Since it is not possible to always probe with the Divine Sense, it is necessary to use some extraordinary means.

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

Cheng Fan got up slowly, waved his hand and injected a mana wrapped in spiritual energy into Lasheng's body, moistening his body.

Lasheng's face suddenly soothed, and his body could lie flat, but this could only make him feel a little better, and he couldn't get rid of the plague.

"Lord, how is Lasheng doing?" asked

a few other familiar pilgrims immediately, and a few first-time visitors looked at Cheng Fan with disbelief.

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

"Don't worry, tell Poor Dao first, how did this believer get infected with this plague." The stakes are high, and the poor road must be understood first.

"Ahh

This is also a concern for several others.

"Don't be in a hurry, let the poor road investigate first.

Cheng Fan's brows tightened, and his divine sense instantly probed to the Temple of Conscience at the bottom of the mountain, and immediately saw the leper head of the old way.

The old man seemed to be able to sense Cheng Fan's divine sense, and glanced at the air defiantly, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

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

Anyone who enters this temple, young or old, will be infected with the plague.

When the plague enters the body, it will not attack at the first time, but will enter the incubation period, and I don't know when it will break out.

A look of anger appeared on Cheng Fan's face, could this old way be an evil cultivator? Otherwise, how could he dare to joke with the lives of ordinary people?

But looking at his breath, there was no smell of evil cultivators, and those evil cultivators could not easily enter Hengcheng through the big array, let alone do things under his dripping water view.

When the problem in front of him is dealt with, he will definitely ask you!

Cheng Fan's face was cold, and he was suddenly frightened and several people in front of him trembled.

"Lord, should we also..."

Cheng Fan came back to his senses, waved his hand and said: "You are indeed infected with a trace of plague, but it is nothing, far less serious than the situation of Lasheng."

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

After Cheng Fan finished speaking, several old pilgrims nodded, they all knew Cheng Fan's miracle and had no objections.

On the contrary, a few tourists laughed out loud when they heard that they were sick.

"What are you kidding? Only the sick man lying on the ground ate the pill, and we didn't take it, what kind of virus do you think this

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

?" "Do you still drink water with rune paper and furnace ash for a while?"