The monk hurriedly tossed aside the bloodstained spear in his hand.
His face was full of pleading and flattery, "All you donors... no, all you great people! I can take you to Longhe Temple!"
Seeing this.
Xing Fengzi casually flicked out a talisman.
The talisman flew behind the monk's heel, wrapping around the wound on his heel.
Xing Fengzi said, "The tendon in this leg of yours was previously severed, and now this talisman can barely allow you to walk. But it can only last for the duration of two incense sticks burning; after two sticks of incense have burned, this talisman will turn into a useless piece of paper."
"Many... many thanks, my lord!!" the monk replied with a mournful face.
Having had his tendon severed and still having to thank the other party.
Such feelings were truly indescribable.
However, he also understood that at this time, to be able to preserve his own life was already extremely lucky. He didn't even know how long this life would last.
Anyway.
