"Don't be afraid, everyone. I'm not that Ma Huai. I transformed myself through magic! If you don't believe me, just look..."
Su Rui hurriedly explained while changing his face back to his original appearance.
After the women saw him transformed into a handsome young man, they felt less frightened, but they still remained on guard!
"We have scared away the monsters outside. If you want to survive, follow us quickly. We can escort you to Rongcheng!" Su Rui summoned the Purple Swan Sword, destroyed the two wooden doors locked with iron chains, and said to the poor women.
Monk Zhiliao, unable to bear the sight of the women's plight, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and softly chanted a Buddhist mantra. He calmed himself down and then walked into the room. He walked directly to the woman with the swollen leg wound, bent down, extended his right hand, and gently placed it over the wound.
The woman shuddered, but didn't shy away. Zhiliao Monk's palm radiated a faint golden light, warm and gentle, like spring sunshine, gently caressing the woman's skin. As his fingers danced, the wound on the woman's leg began to heal, and the swollen skin gradually smoothed back down.
Su Rui watched from the side, marveling. He had never imagined that this Buddhist magic could actually heal wounds. His eyes widened, carefully observing Monk Zhiliao's technique, as if trying to commit it all to memory. He watched as Monk Zhiliao's fingers, like nimble butterflies, danced gracefully over the woman's wound, gently repairing the wound on her leg bit by bit. Each dance brought a ray of life, bringing new life to the woman's leg.
However, Taoists seem to have this kind of magic as well, but it usually requires some natural treasures or elixirs as an aid.
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