The dwarf Taoist priest and head lama Rangjung leapt up and caught the divine beast Po Tu. Even though Po Tu was passed out, there seemed to be no physical wounds on its body. The dwarf Taoist priest fed the divine beast a potion and measured the beast's life force, but Po Tu remained unresponsive.
The red monkey sniggered and reminded the priest, "Every time you pull out its scales, it will wake up for a brief second. Why don't you try that?"
The dwarf Taoist priest was deranged. He wanted to jump up and charge the monkey but was stopped by Qin Zhui. Head lama Rangjung stared towards the red monkey with dread, "What did you do to-"
The red monkey did not even allow the head lama to finish his sentence. It shrugged impatiently. "I had only forced it to eat some bugs. It ate a few before wailing and passing out after that."
The dwarf Taoist priest was shocked upon hearing this. He looked at Qin Zhui and asked, "Are those dung beetles poisonous?"
