Chapter 232: Bad Temper
"Master, why don't you just go and take a look!" Qing Yi tried his best to lobby.
"...No, I'm in a hurry to get on the road and don't have time." The Demon Lord thought about it and actually refused.
Qing Yi scratched his head. "Master, you're such a worrier! Logically, upon hearing that an old friend is dying of poisoning, wouldn't you rush over to check on him?" But then, he flatly refused.
"Master, Master Yunxu thought you were dead a long time ago? When he heard that you were still alive, he didn't believe it and kept saying that we were lying to him!" Normal discussion didn't work, so they could only rely on wits. Anyway, the master was not a normal person and would not listen to any serious words.
"Bah, who are you looking down on! If he can survive until now, why can't I?" The Demon Lord fell into the trap set by his disciple without hesitation.
"That's right. I told you that my master could live to be a thousand years old, but Master Yunxu not only didn't believe me, he even sneered and said it was impossible. Your martial arts skills are not as good as his, so you will definitely die before him."
"What? How dare this old monk say that! Isn't he going to die soon? He actually said that I would die before him. Isn't he cursing me?" The Demon Lord values his one thousand years of life the most.
"Hehe, yes, so, Master, you go show up and let him see how energetic you are, to piss him off!" Qing Yi continued to add fuel to the fire.
"Well, let's go! Up the mountain!" The Demon Lord left as soon as he said so!
Qing Yi and Ye Qingyu looked at each other. This old man had to be coaxed and deceived before he would be happy!
The two then followed the Demon Lord, while Qingfeng and Qingqing stayed in the inn waiting for them.
When they arrived at the main gate of Shaolin Temple, Wu Chen was already standing at the door, craning his neck, waiting for Ye Qingyu and Qing Yi. From a distance, he saw an old man in black clothes and white hair walking in front of Ye Qingyu and Qing Yi.
"Amitabha! Who is this?" Wu Chen looked at the Demon Lord.
"Master Wu Chen, this is the expert we invited. Please take us to see Master Yunxu. I guarantee that once the master sees this expert, his illness will be half cured." Qing Yi said with a smile.
"Ah? Really! Amitabha, good, good, please come in quickly!" Wu Chen's brows lit up with joy, and he believed it without a doubt.
He brought the Demon Lord, Qing Yi and Ye Qingyu to the courtyard where Master Yunxu was, asked the three to wait, and went in to report.
After a while, he came out and took the three people in.
Master Yunxu only saw three figures coming in from the door, including an old man in black clothes and white hair. Who was this?
The Demon Lord also looked at the old monk who was half leaning on the bed. The two looked at each other, and no one spoke.
I haven't seen it for decades, and its appearance has changed completely. It must be nothing like it was before, right?
"You are Ye... cough cough cough..." Master Yunxu wanted to speak, but started coughing because of excitement. He didn't expect that he was actually an old acquaintance!
"Master Yunxu, this is my master, the Demon Lord." Qing Yi introduced. Seeing that the two men looked unfamiliar, did they know each other or not?
"Haha, monk, I heard that you are dying?" The words the Demon Lord said were indeed offensive. Wu Chen, who was listening nearby, widened his eyes. Is this the expert that Qing Yi just mentioned who would save the abbot?
"Your mouth is still the same as before. You are not dead, so how can I die?" Master Yunxu smiled weakly. He didn't expect that a master of a generation would still be in the mood to show off his tongue.
"It's just as my disciple said, monk, you are cursing me! Don't worry, I have cultivated a body that can bring the dead back to life, and I will not die." The Demon Lord did not give in at all to his seriously ill old friend.
"So that's how it is." Yunxu smiled and said no more.
"Stretch out your hand and let me see how many days you can live?" The Demon Lord walked to the bed of Master Yunxu.
The Demon Lord felt Master Yunxu's pulse and said after a while, "Yes, it is indeed poisoning."
"Is that so? Master, after I checked yesterday, I felt that he was poisoned. I wanted to feed him some of my blood to detoxify him, but he refused to drink it." Qing Yi said from the side.
"Feed your blood? What kind of method is this?" The Demon Lord looked up at his grand-disciple. Why did he think that this kid was as smart as him in the beginning? After getting to know him more, he found that this kid was not only noisy, but also sometimes stupid.
"I have a body that is immune to all poisons. Can't my blood be used to detoxify?" Qing Yi explained casually.
"You useless piece of shit! Do you think your blood is spring water?" The Demon Lord cursed Qing Yi without restraint, leaving Qing Yi stunned. What was wrong with the Master? He had so generously given his own blood to save Master Yunxu, and why was the Master not happy? Shouldn't he be boasting about his chivalrous heart and benevolent demeanor? Could they be enemies?
"Ye Xun, why are you scolding him? This kid has a kind heart and wants to save me." Master Yunxu came to the rescue.
"You're like an idiot. What did Mo Qitian teach you?" The Demon Lord continued to babble and scold Qing Yi.
"Ye Xun? Who is he?" Qing Yi didn't hear a word of his master's scolding, but was curious about the "Ye Xun" that Master Yunxu had just mentioned.
"Monk, can you please understand? I am the former leader of the Demon Cult, the Demon Lord." After scolding Qing Yi, the Demon Lord turned his attention to the frail Master Yunxu. Ye Xun was his real name, and no one had called him that in decades. Why was he calling him that?
"Yes, Demon Lord." Master Yunxu was also a little dazed when he called out the Demon Lord's name when he was young.
"Bring me paper and pen." The Demon Lord ignored them and began to write the antidote.
"Xiao Ye, from what I hear, it seems that the master's real name is Ye Xun? Could it be that his surname is also Ye?" Qing Yi whispered to Ye Qingyu.
However, Ye Qingyu was a little distracted and didn't pay much attention. He just said, "Well, there are many people with the same name, so it's not surprising."
"Oh, that's true. But Master is quite powerful. It seems there is a way to cure Master Yunxu." Qing Yi watched the Demon Lord write out the prescription with a few strokes and handed it to Wu Chen.
"You should follow this prescription and take it for a month first. How did you get poisoned? It seems like it's been years since then." asked the Demon Lord.
"I don't know, I had no idea. I caught a cold three years ago and it has never healed. My body is getting heavier and heavier." Master Yunxu said. Who would want to die while being able to live? He didn't expect that it was the Demon Lord who came to save him today.
"When you get better, let's investigate it carefully. This poison is a bit strange and it is not from the Central Plains." The Demon Lord said in a deep voice.
"Amitabha!" Master Yunxu chanted the Buddha's name and planned to thoroughly investigate the matter.
"Okay, I'm leaving." The Demon Lord stood up and was about to leave.
"..." Qing Yi, Master, why are you in such a hurry? We have to leave now! Master Yunxu's medicine hasn't been brewed yet. We have to wait at least two or three days to see how it works before leaving!
"Master, you should stay a little longer. There's no need to rush." Qing Yi advised kindly.
"Who said I'm not in a hurry to get on with my journey? I'm in a very hurry!" The Demon Lord retorted rudely.
"..." Qing Yi was speechless. The master was in a bad mood today.
"Since you are here, why don't you go and see him? It's been decades, and you still can't get over it?" Master Yunxu's weak voice sounded, leaving Qing Yi confused.
But the Demon Lord understood and snorted coldly, "Hmph, what's there to see! Didn't he die a long time ago? It's just a tombstone."
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