Time Daozu took the people away and appointed a monk on the scene as the commander, and the fighting on the scene immediately calmed down.

The monks in Yangguan were all targeting Song Tianyin. Now that Song Tianyin was taken away by Tao Ancestor, everyone no longer had a common enemy, and the crowd naturally began to disperse.

However, after the crowd dispersed, a large number of people rushed outside the inn where Yang Bo was staying, and everyone asked Yang Bo for help in healing his injuries.

Many monks were injured, and some were seriously injured. After the attack on the General's Mansion this time, the injuries became even more serious.

Yang Bo walked out of the inn, looked at the swarming crowd, and said, "Fellow Taoists, please be patient. A monk from the Law of Luck will arrive soon!"

"Everyone, please wait for a moment until the Luck Law monks arrive. They will also be able to treat everyone's injuries."

Several people at the scene knelt down, "Kneel down and beg fellow Taoist Yang to heal my senior brother (junior brother)'s injury. He can no longer hold on!"

Yang Bo looked at the crowd and saw that several people were seriously injured. They were lying on the ground, covered in blood and unable to move at all.

Yang Bo waved, "Bring the people forward quickly!"

Yang Bo turned around and returned to the room. He invited the clone out. There were many black spots on the clone's body, but he had no way to deal with it.

At this time, Yang Bo no longer cared so much, he took the clone and walked out.

Looking at the people lying on the ground, Yang Bo started to clean up. Every time he struck out with his sword, his clone would wave the purple bamboo in his hand. In just a few times, Yang Bo saved one person's life.

After saving a person, merit will fall on Yang Bo's head. He puts part of it into his destiny and keeps part of it.

Soon, these seriously injured monks were all treated by Yang Bo.

At this time, the Luck Law monk arrived.

No. 3 personally went to invite the Luck Law monks, but failed to invite them.

With just one word from the Master of Time, more than ten people came directly.

However, a person came over and found No. 3, "Excuse me, what method have you found to absorb the filthy air?"

"Do you have any magic weapons that you can lend to us?"

No. 3 had no choice but to bring the person to Yang Bo, who received him.

Wen Hai, a monk of the Law of Luck, is at the third level of the Immortal Stage. Although his attitude is a bit arrogant, he does not have much malice.

Yang Bo waved and walked over carrying Zizhu.

When Wen Hai saw Yang Bo's clone, he couldn't help but be stunned, "Is this a clone?"

"Is the magic weapon you are refining the purple bamboo?"

"Purple bamboo is a Buddhist thing that can absorb filthy air. I didn't expect you to find it!"

Number 3 asked: "Is purple bamboo difficult to find?"

Wen Hai laughed and said, "It is indeed difficult to find. The purple bamboo is in the hands of the Buddhists in the upper realm."

"It is rumored that the Golden Thread Purple Bamboo can reach the ninth level. Although yours is not the Golden Thread Purple Bamboo, it has also reached the seventh level, which is very good!"

"Fellow Daoist Yang, can you lend us this purple bamboo?"

Yang Bo said: "When you are rescuing people, if you use Zizhu again, you will inevitably be distracted. You might as well let my clone help you clean up."

"In this way, you will not be contaminated with filth!"

Wen Hai looked at Yang Bo in surprise. It was obvious that Yang Bo didn't care about the safety of his clone. The purpose of refining this clone was to let the clone take on the task of being contaminated with filthy air.

Wen Hai then smiled and cupped his hands, "Thank you so much, Fellow Daoist Yang!"

Wen Hai and his party did not leave, they started taking action directly at the scene.

Wen Hai first took out a large wooden bucket, and then poured a full bucket of green water into the big wooden bucket.

The green water poured down, and they asked the injured to sit in the green water.

Then, Wen Hai led five luck monks. They stood in various directions of the monks, holding whisks in their hands, and swept them over the monks' heads.

A brilliance flashed before Yang Bo's eyes, and he could clearly see that the whisk was swept over, and the black filthy air fell down.

It's just that not a lot of filthy air falls each time. It takes more than ten minutes to clean up all the filthy air.

However, this method also has an advantage, that is, it can ensure that the injured person's luck will not suffer too much.

Yang Bo's method is simple and crude, but it will inevitably cut into the fate of the injured, and Yang Bo himself will also have to bear the backlash.

Wen Hai and the others' actions certainly have backlash, but the backlash is extremely small and there are merits, so in the end, they won't suffer a loss.

There are more than ten monks in the Law of Luck. They were divided into two groups and placed two wooden barrels.

Yang Bo's clone stood in the middle, brushing it on the left and brushing on the right to absorb the filthy air on both sides.

Every time a monk is treated, Wenhai must replace the green water.

Yang Bo could see that soaking in green water could help these monks recover a lot from their injuries.

After watching for a while, Yang Bo turned and walked away, because this treatment process was really boring. Everyone moved slowly and carefully, for fear of being contaminated by the filthy air.

Yang Bo returned to his residence for a moment, and everyone in the Tianji team also came back one after another.

No. 6 couldn't help complaining: "This is too boring!"

"I feel that their movements are not as relaxed and unrestrained as Fellow Daoist Yang."

Yang Bo laughed, "Then do you know that I have to pay a price for my relaxed and unrestrained movements!"

"If I cut off other people's luck, my own luck will also be damaged. It is far less practical than their method!"

"After all, my method can only save a limited number of people, but their method can save more people."

Not long after Yang Bo walked away, he heard someone calling his name outside. He had no choice but to walk out.

As soon as Yang Bo appeared, a monk rushed over and said loudly: "Fellow Daoist Yang, can you also take action to heal everyone's injuries?"

"Fellow Daoists of the Law of Luck, your movements are a little slower, but your repair speed is faster. I really can't wait!"

In front of the Luck Law monk, how could Yang Bo take out the black sword?

Yang Bo said: "This fellow Taoist is really sorry."

"Previously, the methods I used to treat your injuries were too rough, which would harm the injured person's luck. It also damaged my luck, causing me to suffer backlash!"

"Yesterday, the Buddhist monks attacked the city, and I had another battle with the Buddhist monks. I was seriously injured. I'm afraid I won't be able to heal your injuries in a short time!"

Yang Bo's voice was not loud, but it could reach everyone's ears clearly.

Someone exclaimed in shock: "Did Buddhist monks attack the city yesterday? How is this possible?"

"How could there be Buddhist monks attacking the city? Why didn't I hear any movement?"

Someone at the scene responded: "It is true that Buddhist monks were attacking the city. Fellow Taoist Yang was able to stop ten thousand others and stopped the Buddhist monks alone!"

"I went to guard the city gate today and heard many fellow Taoists talking about this matter!"
Chapter completed!