Xuanxia

Chapter 616 Yellow Mud Powder

The monk was certainly not running far away from the camp.

It was freezing cold and dark at the time. Instead of running around like this, it would be better to go back to the camp to find Brother Fado and the others - but the road to the camp was blocked by "ghosts", so the best option, of course, was to take a detour.

He was so scared that he made a big circle and ran very fast, but it made life difficult for the group of children following him.

How could they outrun the cultivator? After chasing for a long time, they had lost sight of the monk. Fortunately, it had snowed in the middle of the night, and a thin layer of snow mixed with mud had accumulated. The monk's footprints were left on the mud, so they were able to catch up.

Unexpectedly, while chasing, I suddenly found the monk lying in front of me!

He lay face down in the snow, his eyes rolled back, motionless, having fainted.

A group of children were startled at first, and then began to approach cautiously.

"what's going on?"

Yang Fuwang stretched out his finger and poked him on the face: "Why did you faint?"

The cat whispered, "Is it because the snow is too slippery that you fell?"

"We didn't fall, but he is stronger than us, how could he fall?" a child asked in confusion.

The cat retorted: "Whether you fall or not, what does it have to do with how powerful you are?"

"Okay, stop talking about these useless things. Wouldn't it be better if you fainted?" Yang Fuwang interrupted them: "What should we do next?"

"search!"

A little girl excitedly suggested: "I've seen police officers search people first before arresting them!"

"Okay, then search me!" Yang Fuwang nodded.

A group of children searched the monk from head to toe in an instant. They did not intend to find anything, after all, the monk had already washed his body, but they did not expect that they actually picked out a tightly tied oil paper bag from the sole of the monk's shoe.

“Is that it?”

Several children were stunned. One of the braver boys held the oil paper bag and asked: "Is this poison?"

They looked at each other, and finally their eyes turned to Yang Fuwang.

Yang Fuwang gritted his teeth, remained silent for a moment, and whispered, "Open it!"

"Open?!"

The boy was shocked: "This is poison, it will kill us!"

"No." Yang Fuwang said, taking the oil paper bag in his hand, and slowly said: "The medicine he has will only make our illness worse... and he picked people who were already seriously ill or in poor health, which means that this medicine is not that powerful."

"We are just kids, we are not seriously ill, it's okay even if we inhale a little."

As he spoke, he opened the oil paper bag very carefully.

As soon as he opened a crack, some medicine powder was blown out by the wind and hit his face. He was caught off guard and inhaled it.

"!!!"

Yang Fuwang and all the other children were shocked.

Especially Yang Fuwang, after inhaling the powder, his face immediately changed and he looked painful. The cat next to him was quick to snatch the oil paper bag and rewrap it. The next second, Yang Fuwang started coughing violently!

He coughed so hard that his back was bent, tears and snot were flowing out, and he almost couldn't breathe several times, which frightened the group of children.

Fortunately, he recovered quickly.

"That's it!"

Yang Fuwang wiped the tears and snot from his face with his sleeve, and looked at the monk with eyes full of resentment: "It's him! After inhaling this powder, the places on my face and body where the dirt and stones grow have become more itchy and painful! My whole body feels uncomfortable! It's this!" As soon as these words came out, all the children stared at the monk with extremely unfriendly eyes.

Guessing that he is a bad guy and confirming that he is a bad guy are two different things.

"what about now?"

The cat whispered, "Now that we have evidence, what should we do with him?"

"Call for help?" Yang Fuwang was a little unsure.

A group of children also started discussing it.

Some people think that they should go to the refugee camp and call their elders and other adults to let them know about this matter and expose the monk's evil deeds.

Some smart children thought that the adults might trust the monk more, and that the bad monk might not be alone, but might have accomplices, so they all had to be found out.

As for some clever ideas such as "let Master Fado deal with him" or "ask other monks to punish him", they were naturally filtered out.

These messy ideas made Yang Fuwang scratch his head.

He was just a child after all, although more mature than other children, but the current situation was a little too complicated for him.

So he could only helplessly say: "This Living Buddha called me to tell you to play games, and now that the bad guys have been caught, he won't come out to teach us what to do next..."

"Want to know?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Qingzhou's voice suddenly came from the side!
All the children were shocked.

The "Living Buddha Jigong" suddenly appeared from nowhere, fanning himself with a smile, and said to Yang Fuwang, "Open your mouth."

Yang Fuwang was stunned, but still obeyed and opened his mouth.

Fu Qingzhou stretched out his hand, touched the mouth of the gourd, and flicked his fingers. A drop of crystal liquid flew into the child's mouth. At the same time, he swung a fan out. Amidst the white smoke, Yang Fuwang fainted before he could even begin to feel the pain, and fell to the ground with a thump.

This time, the children were not too surprised - they had either seen "Jigong" saving people or at least heard about it, so they were not worried about Yang Fuwang.

"This child is also a tiger."

Fu Qingzhou laughed and said, "Yellow mud powder is such a terrible thing that people have to mix it with water before feeding it to others. How dare you breathe it in directly? If I don't save you now, in two hours, you will know what it means to be in excruciating pain."

Yang Fuwang fell to the ground, groaning constantly as he seemed to be in pain in his sleep.

The clever cat at the side seemed to realize something, blinking its big eyes: "Living Buddha Jigong, this bad monk fainted here, it was you who did it, right?"

"Ha ha……"

Fu Qingzhou laughed and said, "It's really not my fault. He has done many evil things and has a guilty conscience. He fell down while running and hit his head - this is retribution."

As he spoke, he looked down at Yang Fuwang.

At this time, the dirty stones on Yang Fuwang's face and body had begun to melt and fall off, turning into black water and evaporating away, and his face gradually returned to calm.

"It's a good idea for you to dress up as ghosts and scare the monks."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said to the group of children: "Such a good idea cannot be used halfway and then abandoned - Fuwang will wake up soon, tell him that when the bad monk wakes up, he can do this..."

He squatted down and spoke quietly.

A group of children came closer, crowded their little heads together, listening attentively. After a while, their eyes all revealed a look of great surprise and excitement.

"Go."

After he finished speaking, Fu Qingzhou stood up, casually touched the heads of the children closest to him, and said with a smile: "Remember, you are all good children, and good children cannot lie, but there are some things you don't have to say - when necessary, stare at your innocent eyes hard and just blink."

(End of this chapter)