My Taoist temple has mutated
53 If Shaolin doesn’t want to save me, I’ll save you!

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"Brother Chen, you should go and rest too. You haven't slept for two days.”

At this moment, A'Zhu's heart ached when she saw Chen Feng personally brewing the medicine and giving it to the patients.

However, she knew that Chen Feng had to do this.

Therefore, she could only personally replace Chen Feng and let him rest.

"Alright... Then you should rest well too. I'll take your place tomorrow morning.”

Hearing this, Chen Feng did not act coy anymore. After handing the bowl of medicine to A'Zhu, he turned around and walked into the meditation room.

It was worth mentioning that after two days of treatment, many villagers at the foot of the mountain had recovered.

At the same time, those who were cured stayed in the temple to help treat more patients. However, as a result, word spread like wildfire, and more and more villagers from all over the country came.

Therefore, Chen Feng and A'Zhu had been taking shifts for two consecutive days, so they could not treat him.

Fortunately, the villagers volunteered to help.

In addition, Chen Feng also instructed A'Zhu to drink some medicine.

This way, he would not be infected if he was in contact with the patient for a long time.

As he thought about it, Chen Feng sat cross-legged on the meditation bed.

However, he did not rest. Instead, he held his breath and focused his mind, cultivating the Nine Yin Scripture step by step.

Nothing else!

Because he had already entered the Connate realm, it would be better to cultivate his inner force than to rest for a night.

In this way, he could sleep for a few days straight.

Hence, Chen Feng began to slowly circulate his internal cultivation technique. What made him a little strange was that after cultivating the inner force mental cultivation method this time, it was actually much smoother than before.

Not only was his training speed extremely smooth, but his feminine inner strength was also increasing at a much faster pace than before.

What was going on?

However, Chen Feng did not think too much about it.

It had been a long time since he had entered such a state. Following that, Chen Feng calmed himself down and continued cultivating.

...

The night passed quickly.

When Chen Feng woke up the next morning, he felt that his mental state had never been better. Moreover, he felt that his internal strength had increased greatly after cultivating for the entire night.

Therefore, Chen Feng opened his data panel.

[Host: Chen Feng

; Age: 18

; Strength: 66;

Speed: 70

; Internal Strength: Xiantian fifth stage

; Strength: First Rated Warrior (Intermediate-Rank-4)

; Martial Arts: Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms; Fragment of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique; First Volume of the Nine Yin Scripture;

Attribute Points: 182

!]

Chen Feng could not help but suck in a cold breath when he saw his internal energy realm.

He did not expect that his cultivation last night had actually increased his internal strength by a grade, and his strength had even crossed three grades.

What was going on?

This night of cultivation was comparable to the past week.

Wait a minute... Could it be a change in his state of mind?

Chen Feng seemed to understand something when he suddenly thought of this.

Two days ago, he had crossed the threshold in his heart and truly regarded himself as a member of the Taoist sect, ready to help the victims.

With his thoughts in mind, his cultivation of the Divine Sect naturally naturally progressed by leaps and bounds!

Realizing this, Chen Feng felt much better.

Therefore, he simply got up and prepared to go outside to replace A'Zhu, who had worked hard all night. As he walked outside, Chen Feng looked at the disaster victims who were gradually getting better. His mood became even better.

The disaster victims had been cured. With gratitude in his heart, his attribute points reached nearly 200.

"A'Zhu…Go rest, I'll take your place."

Seeing that A'Zhu was still brewing medicine, Chen Feng wanted to replace her. However, as soon as Chen Feng finished speaking, A'Zhu suddenly said with a worried expression,"Big Brother Chen, I have two things to tell you…"

"What is it?" Chen Feng felt that something was wrong when he saw her expression.

"It's like this…We don't have much medicine left. If this continues, we can only treat a few hundred more patients at most…"

Hearing this, Chen Feng thought for a few seconds and said,"It's okay. I've calculated the number of people in the past two days. The villagers at the foot of the mountain should be almost cured.”

However, after Chen Feng finished speaking, he saw that A'Zhu's expression had not improved. At this moment, A'Zhu said,"No, there are still many disaster victims at the foot of the mountain. Although we have cured a batch of them, there will be more disaster victims coming up the mountain soon. There will be at least thousands of them, and there will be insufficient medicinal herbs…"

[What?]

Hearing this, Chen Feng frowned and said,"What's going on?"

According to Chen Feng's calculations, he should have already cured most of the people. However, why would there be more villagers coming up the mountain to seek medical treatment?

However, Chen Feng understood in the next moment.

After hearing Li Jinbao's explanation, Chen Feng clenched his fists so tightly that they cracked!

So it was because of Shaolin Temple!

The plague had broken out at the foot of the mountain, and he had already cured many of the causes. However, more patients who were not sick were infected one after another.

This was because the Shaolin Monastery did not open its gates widely like he did. Instead, they spent a lot of money to invite all the doctors in the village to the mountain to escort their own monk soldiers!

As a result, there was no doctor to continue the treatment, and the villagers could not get the warmth of good medicine. The plague continued to spread at the foot of the mountain.

It would be strange if Chen Feng could deal with the cross-infection between the villagers!

"Bastard! A bunch of short-sighted bald donkeys!"

After hearing this, Chen Feng could no longer hold it in. He could no longer maintain his monk's posture and started cursing. Hearing his scolding, no one around him retorted.

This was because the Shaolin Temple had gone too far this time!

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