Gou Zai Xian Cultivation in both the Immortal and Martial Realms and the Republic of China

Chapter 38 A monk who refines five internal organs uses Western medicine?!

"Murder!"

The other four screamed in terror, but were instantly killed by the four incense sticks that followed.

"Good, good, good!"

The old monk sped up his prayer beads, and eighteen golden-haired arhats, each wielding a long staff, appeared from the left, right, and four directions.

"I, the Emperor, will act on behalf of Heaven today!"

The monk took off his robe, and the prayer beads in his hand shone brightly. He and the eighteen Arhats attacked Fang Qi at the same time.

Fang Qi remained calm and unconcerned. He lightly touched the ground with his left foot, leaped into the air, and then kicked out with his right foot in mid-air.

Boom!

With a muffled thud, the enormous incense burner rose from the ground and crashed straight forward.

These Arhats each possessed astonishing auras, comparable to masters at the Eight Extraordinary Meridians stage of Dark Force, yet they were still somewhat outmatched before Fang Qi unleashed his full power.

Bang bang bang!

The incense burner smashed three Arhats on the spot.

The old monk's expression changed instantly, realizing something was wrong. Without even fighting, he used the momentum of the incense burner to turn around and escape.

Fang Qi stomped through the bluestone, intending to give chase, but was blocked by the formation of fifteen golden Arhats.

He was naturally unafraid of the Arhat Formation, and kicked the incense burner again, smashing the Arhat Formation with a loud bang.

Just then, Xu Helin and Jiang Sui, two masters of the same level, arrived from under the eaves and witnessed Fang Qi defeating eighteen opponents, knocking the Arhats over backward.

"This kid isn't dead?" Xu Helin was somewhat surprised.

"Incompetent!" Jiang Sui snorted coldly, and with lightning speed, chased after the fleeing old monk.

In his eyes, those so-called Eighteen Golden Arhats were nothing but a bunch of worthless idiots. If he had arrived first, he could have easily dealt with them secretly and wouldn't have let that old monk escape.

Xu Helin frowned as he looked at the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground and the Buddhist temple shrouded in electric light, but in an instant, he also chased after the old monk.

There was only a terrified Western surgeon inside the hall, not Xu Fangjing or Wu Zhan, so we absolutely couldn't let that old monk escape.

Seeing the two chase after him, Fang Qi raised the incense burner with his backhand, a fierce glint suddenly flashing in his eyes.

next moment.

shhhhhh!

The sword light pierced the sky, and the eighteen Arhats, already dazed and confused, went to meet their "Savior Mother" in perfect order.

However, Fang Qi did not chase after the old monk. Instead, he strolled leisurely into the "Surgery Buddha Hall".

Inside the hall is a golden Buddha with a kind and benevolent face, with the character "金" (gold) written on the left and right sides, roughly meaning "Salvation Buddha Mother" Golden Body Hall.

Yet, in this supposedly sacred place, at the feet of the golden Buddha statue, there was an operating table with scissors, scalpels, and other instruments beside it.

On the stage, there was a corpse, with blood flowing down the white gauze onto the ground.

The "surgeon" who had been wearing a white coat and a mask huddled at the feet of the golden Buddha, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"It's not my fault...it's not my fault...it was that old monk who forced me, it was that old monk who forced me..." He kept muttering something.

Fang Qi acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and instead of looking at the corpse on the table, he went straight to the table and lit three incense sticks.

Seeing this, the surgeon suddenly crawled over and grabbed Fang Qi's leg as if it were a lifeline. "Please, sir, save me... Master Juehui... no, it was that mad monk who killed and ate blood. It has nothing to do with me..."

His delirious and terrified appearance suggested he had witnessed some horrific scene.

"roll!"

Fang Qi kicked him away, and the surgeon flew backward like a broken bag, crashing heavily into the feet of the golden Buddha, falling apart and becoming still.

The night wind swept in from outside, carrying with it the stench of blood and disinfectant that filled the hall.

The three incense sticks he had just lit went out one after another with a whooshing sound.

Outside were the corpses of seven ordinary people and eighteen Arhats; inside were the dismembered remains of a surgeon and the pillar of an ordinary family. In such a horrific scene, even the golden Buddha statue above, looking down with disdain, seemed to shed tears.

"Do you think I did something wrong?"

A voice suddenly rang out in the hall.

"I provide them with food and clothing, help them with their medical treatment, and teach them martial arts, even if they have no talent or natural ability."

"I, the deity, grant all requests and save countless lives. Why have you, benefactor, disrupted my sacred site?"

"Aren't you afraid of my punishment?!"

The rebukes, like the resounding toll of a great bell, echoed around the golden Buddha, reverberating throughout the hall for a long time.

Fang Qi, however, remained unhurried and relit the three incense sticks.

This time, however, the incense was imbued with spiritual energy, as if a golden Buddha had manifested its power.

"If you don't get up, I'll tear your bed apart." He turned around, looked at the operating table, and said calmly.

The reprimand that had just been given came to an abrupt end.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Then, on the operating table, the disemboweled corpse sat up abruptly, picked up the surgical needles and thread beside it, and began to carefully sew up its own chest.

If an ordinary person saw this scene, they would be terrified.

Fang Qi, a dignified cultivator, naturally didn't react much, but such methods still made him take a few more glances.

In the cultivation world, I was chatting with Senior Brother Xiao before, and he mentioned that there was a demonic sect in the Eastern Continent that specialized in playing with corpses, which is somewhat similar to what's in front of us.

However, despite his curiosity, Fang Qi was too lazy to waste time. With a flick of his finger, the Golden Bamboo Sword transformed into a rainbow of light and headed straight for the top of the palace.

"you--!"

A gasp came from the horizontal beam above.

Immediately following.

Pfft!

A figure crashed to the ground.

This person looks exactly like the old monk who fled earlier.

However, at this moment, the old monk was pierced through the heart by the Golden Bamboo Sword.

The corpse, which had just been stitching up its own chest, collapsed back to its original position with a thud.

Fang Qi walked to the corpse and glanced at the old monk's ruptured chest cavity.

A fresh and healthy heart should not be found in a frail old person.

Where did it come from?

The corpse on the operating table provided the answer.

This old monk was originally quite powerful, probably at the level of a master, and should have noticed Fang Qi's intrusion long ago, but unfortunately, he was undergoing a heart transplant.

In order to stall Fang Qi, the old monk first created a paper monk and seven paper figures to morally blackmail him.

Especially the paper-figure old monk who escaped; his technique was so skillful that it was almost impossible to distinguish with the naked eye. Otherwise, Xu Helin and Jiang Sui, two masters of the Transformation Realm, would not have been lured away.

Those eighteen golden Arhats were indeed real people, but they were nothing more than accomplices of the old monk.

Or rather, they were followers of the Yellow Heaven Esoteric School.

Fang Qi had actually already seen through the paper figure with his spiritual sense and sensed that the real person was hiding in the hall, but he also wanted to see the upper limit of the old monk's paper figure and whether anyone had other methods, so he deliberately cooperated and acted for a while.

Seeing that the old monk had made the corpse sit up and sew himself up to scare people, he knew that the old monk had run out of tricks, so he simply stopped pretending.

However, although the old monk had resolved the issue, Fang Qi's expression was not good.

He came here for two reasons: first, to save people, and second, to learn the secret methods of refining the five internal organs of the Yellow Heaven Secret Sect.

What's the meaning of this old monk coming up with a Western-style heart transplant?

Does this mean that the Five Organs Secret Refinement of Huangtian Esoteric Buddhism is not very effective?

Fang Qi then began examining the other internal organs.

"There are signs of decline..."

But there are also signs that he has practiced.

Fang Qi searched the old monk's body and the main hall, but found no relevant martial arts techniques or secret training methods.

They failed to save the person and found the secret method. Could it be that they've come here today to rid the people of a scourge and uphold justice?

Fang Qi looked around and his eyes lit up when he looked up at the horizontal beam above.

The old monk had concealed his presence and hid above, perhaps...

He leaped and landed on the crossbeam.

On the beam, there was nothing else but a figure lying motionless.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Xu Fangjing, who had been missing for more than half a month.

However, at this moment, Xu Fangjing was almost completely lifeless.

Fang Qi led the person down from the beam and examined her. He found that Xu Fangjing was not in critical condition, but rather that her meridians had been forcibly blocked by external forces, causing her life force to be locked up and her breath to be weak.

The treatment is quite simple: just shatter all those external forces.

Just as Xu Fangjing's meridians were reopened, two strange streams of energy suddenly emerged from her mouth and nose.

Fang Qi's heart stirred, and he grabbed them, absorbing the two strange energies.

"Cough cough..." Xu Fangjing woke up from her coma.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a pair of bright eyes staring at me.

"Mr... Mr. Fang...?" She was somewhat incredulous.

"Jing'er!"

Just then, Xu Helin and Jiang Sui returned, carrying an old monk in their hands.