In the pill room.
Xiao Xun leaned against the wall and sat on the futon. His legs were stretched straight as he silently recalled the experience just now.
"That bag of pills was indeed not collected by me.”
"But they won't completely ignore what Xuan Lian said.”
"At least, they won't believe that I'm an innocent little monk anymore.”
"But…"
"Without evidence, they won't do anything to me. They will definitely be monitoring me for the time being."
After thinking for a while, Xiao Xun gradually relaxed.
The main thing was that the bag of pills was indeed not collected by him.
Moreover, Xuan Chi seemed to have only noticed the pill poison in his body, but not how many pills he had secretly eaten.
"Is my body a sieve? All the medicinal power of the pills he ate flowed out, leaving only the pill poison in his body?”
Xiao Xun was puzzled.
After eating so many medicinal pills, he actually couldn't even form a sense of qi. It could simply be considered…
The shame of transmigrators!
After letting his thoughts run wild for a while, Xiao Xun dispelled his distracting thoughts, sat up straight, crossed his legs on the ground, and continued to cultivate.
Even though he didn't feel any anger, Xiao Xun could feel that his strength had increased a lot.
Pills were definitely effective.
However, the absorption efficiency might be a little lower.
Eating a medicinal pill, others might be able to increase their strength by ten points, but Xiao Xun felt that he might not even increase his strength by a single point.
Therefore, he had to eat more pills and use the amount of pills to make up for the low efficiency.
If one pill increased his strength by one point, wouldn't ten pills increase his strength by ten points?
If he could eat 100 pills, that would be 100% strength!
Resources might not be able to change one's talent, but they could truly increase one's strength.
The next day.
The news of Xuan Lian wanting to kill Hui Wu, as well as Xuan Lian suspected of colluding with the Spring Autumn Eccentric to steal the Pill Tower's medicinal pills, spread throughout the entire Medicine King Yard.
For a time, Xiao Xun became a rather prominent figure.
When the news reached the First Ancestor's Temple on Five Milk Peak, the group of disciples of the Hui generation who were originally envious and jealous of Xiao Xun being able to enter the Medicine King's Yard no longer envied and envied him. Instead, it was replaced by a heated discussion.
Of course, there were also a few people who expressed their worries as they discussed.
For example, Hui Zhen, Hui Da, Hui Tong, and a few other roommates who shared the same meditation room as Xiao Xun.
In the temple hall.
After Xuan Ku received the news that Xuan Lian wanted to kill Hui Wu, he was silent for a long time.
As he recalled the scene of Xuan Lian taking Huiwu away, his calm face began to ripple.
He was unwilling.
I didn't notice.
Just like in the past.
"Another reincarnation?"
Xuan Ku muttered as he looked at the shackles between his legs. His eyes were dark.
…
In the reception yard.
In the gathering place of the secular disciples, the matter of Xuan Lian became a joke among the secular disciples.
In the discussions of these secular disciples, Huiwu's name was completely replaced by 'little monk' and 'little acolyte.'
In fact, other than First Ancestor House, when the other halls discussed the matter of the profound lotus, Huiwu's name was basically in a state of concealment.
After all, not many people would pay attention to the name of a young monk.
Qiao Song listened for a while before losing interest. He thought that no matter which sect it was, there would always be some parasites.
Beggar's Sect was like this, and Shaolin was no exception.
"Most of the monks in Shaolin are still very good, just like Little Master Huiwu.”
Thinking of this, Qiao Song could not help but sigh secretly.
In the past few days, he would go to the Purple Cloud Peak every night to practice his fist techniques. He would practice for the entire night, just to see his little master Huiwu again.
Unfortunately, Huiwu never appeared again.
And Qiao Song couldn't find anyone to ask.
He was afraid that if he asked Huiwu's name, Huiwu would be unhappy if he knew.
…
Medicine King Yard.
The group of Arhat Hall disciples repaired the Pill Tower like a raging fire.
Xiao Xun stood in front of the alchemy room and listened to the discussions on the bamboo canopy outside the pagoda from afar. He knew that he had almost become a famous figure in Shaolin.
Xuan Lian assassinated the medicine boy late at night.
Xuan Lian was plotting against a certain little monk.
Xuan Lian colluded with the Old Man of Spring and Autumn and was discovered by the little medicine boy beside him, who wanted to kill him to silence him…
And so on.
When Xiao Xun heard this, he felt that every word was talking about him, but it also seemed to have nothing to do with him at all.
"When this wind passes, I should be able to return to First Ancestor House.”
Xiao Xun heaved a sigh of relief.
In the discussion of these Arhat Hall disciples, it was basically all about Xuan Lian's evil deeds.
Xiao Xun, on the other hand, appeared as a victim and a meritorious person in everyone's discussion.
She turned around and returned to her room.
Xiao Xun's gaze glanced at the black medicinal jar that contained the six purple-gold medicinal pills, and joy flashed across his eyes.
He set a small goal for himself:
Before leaving the Pill Tower, he had to finish eating these six pills.
In the evening, Xuan Chi came to the alchemy room to refine a medicinal soup for Xiao Xun.
Xiao Xun, who was originally sitting cross-legged in front of the door, stood up and went over.
"Martial Granduncle, I want to help."
Xiao Xun said, not too embarrassed to directly ask for the prescription and brewing method of this medicinal soup.
Xuan Chi nodded slightly.
However, he didn't let Xiao Xun do it. Instead, as he picked the herbs, he introduced the names and effects of the herbs.
When he was boiling the medicine, he explained the time needed to boil the medicine, the ratio of the ingredients, the control of the heat, and so on.
Xiao Xun listened very seriously, and basically remembered everything he heard.
His cultivation talent was indeed trash to the point that he wouldn't even want it in the Chores Quarters, but his brain was extremely bright.
Especially after eating a large number of medicinal pills recently, Xiao Xun felt that his memory seemed to have become much stronger too.
Xuan Chi left after he finished brewing the medicine and watched Xiao Xun drink it.
He had been very busy recently.
Especially after the incident with Xuan Lian last night.
It was late at night.
Most of the disciples of Arhat Hall on the bamboo canopy outside the pagoda had already rested, and all was silent.
Xiao Xun cultivated for a while, and his heart could not help but become restless.
He opened his eyes and casually glanced at the medicine jar containing the six purple-gold pills.
"The incident with the Black Lotus happened last night. That Du generation grey-robed monk is most likely watching me.”
Xiao Xun let out a light breath. In the end, reason triumphed over greed.
Thinking that someone might be watching him…
Xiao Xun felt that he should show the honest side of a young man.
He stood up and opened the door. He went to the west side of the fifth floor, three meters away from the newly built wall.
Xiao Xun untied the rope around his waist and peered into the corner three meters away.
The hissing sound was continuous, precise and condensed, like a comet streaking across the sky.
After a long time.
Xiao Xun heaved a sigh of relief.
He was a little proud.
In his previous life, it couldn't be so far away.
He tied the rope around his waist and turned around to leave.
Xiao Xun looked ahead and blinked, his face turning green.
A figure glowing with white light stood in front of him and was looking at him.
A ghost?
Xiao Xun closed his eyes and looked again. The figure was still there, and his face had turned completely green.
F * ck.
He couldn't be so unlucky, right?
That was not right.
This was clearly the world of martial artists. Where did the ghosts come from?
Moreover, this was Shaolin Temple. The white-robed figure in front of him had white hair and a white beard. He seemed to be wearing a Daoist robe.
"You can see me?" A slightly puzzled old voice came from the figure in front.
"I can't see it."
Xiao Xun subconsciously replied.
Then, both of them fell silent.
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