Chapter 232: The prison where the true teachings of the Ancient Sect
Yang He frowned slightly and found that only the corners of the wall were equipped with narrow ventilation openings.
Perhaps because it was during the day, the hospital was bright and the yin energy was not heavy, but the growth rate of spiritual vision was far beyond ordinary.
The eyeworm flew out of the vent, but lost its vitality as soon as it left the range.
"There are only two layers on the surface of the hospital."
"But not necessarily, this place is likely to be a ghost realm of evil spirits, with a universe inside."
Yang He looked at the leopard from the vent tube and noticed that the hospital was coming and going, which was indeed a mundane person who saw a doctor, but they were all concentrated at the bottom.
He had a premonition that the hospital might be one of the most dangerous areas of the Ten Abyss.
And...
Why Yang He appeared in the hospital is also worth exploring. I believe it will never be a coincidence, and I must be more cautious.
"What's your name?"
"What's my name? I forgot, I really forgot. They called me...No. 17."
Patient No. 17 was extremely frightened and watched the eyeworm land on the tip of his nose, then drilled into the depths of his brain bit by bit.
Yang He frowned slightly, and no clues were found in the body of patient No. 17.
"Tell me specifically, what you know about the patient's condition."
Patient No. 17 noticed Yang He's murderous intent and trembled even more violently.
"I...I have only seen patients in Ward No. 6, and his name is..."
Patient No. 17 seemed to be stuck and tried hard to spit out the other person's name. Blood suddenly came out of his mouth and nose, "I... forgot, but he suffered from hysteria, yes, it was hysteria, so he kept pretending to be a doctor and wandering around the hospital."
"And."
"On the 11th is a diabetes disease, and I scream thirst at night."
"The fourth one has a little impression, it's very beautiful, but I'm afraid of seeing his appearance."
Yang He didn't want to continue wasting time. It was already afternoon, so it was best to confirm whether there were Nezha and Yang Jian in the hospital before the evening.
He didn't have many permanent roles on hand. If the third prince was trapped in the hospital, there would be only one Erwuzi Baiyan Taoist left. Wugui Buddha could not easily use it as a trump card.
If the hospital has no gains, it is justified to meet with the flesh and blood Taoist temple as soon as possible.
Yang He closed his eyes and communicated with the flesh and blood Taoist temple. After conveying his thoughts, the flesh and blood Taoist temple will stay around the hospital in the next few days, and can support himself at any time as long as he needs it.
The three ghosts in the body are extremely active and are constantly receiving feedback from the flesh and blood Taoist temple.
The spiritual roots continue to extend between the five internal organs, and more than 80% of the heart has been occupied by the spiritual roots. It is just around the corner to advance to the Hunyuan Realm.
"Improving strength is also the top priority. Once the saint recovers, hey, even if he becomes an immortal, he may not be able to protect himself."
Patient No. 17 was speechless when he saw Yang He, and quickly added: "Doctor Zhang said I am not seriously ill and will be discharged from the hospital in a few days. I can take you with me then!!"
"Who is Dr. Zhang?"
"Doctor Zhang has been helping me treat my soul disease, and his medical skills are very exquisite."
Patient No. 17 answered the question irrelevant, which was also related to becoming a half-human and half-ghost, and was as ill as the monks who were obsessed with the main world.
Yang He came to the door and found that the ward was not locked at all.
With a light push, the door opened with a creaking sound.
The dim corridor came into view, and mildew spots were attached to the surface of the pure white walls.
Patient No. 17 showed a look of fear outside the ward, and kept repeating his words about to recover and discharge from the hospital.
Seeing Yang He walk out of the ward, patient No. 17 hurriedly said, "You can't leave, no patient can leave the hospital."
"Why?"
Patient No. 17's head was shaking like a rattle, curled up in the corner of the wall without moving.
Yang He noticed that there were also marks of needles on patient No. 17's right arm, "No. 17, why don't you connect this bottle?"
"Doctor Zhang said that my initial treatment has ended, Lihun disease has been relieved a lot, and I will never have nightmares again. I had to have nightmares more than a dozen times every night, and the dreams are getting longer and longer."
"In my dream, I was buried underground, watching myself rot, first with my skin, then with my flesh and blood, and my organs would..."
Patient No. 17 muttered to himself and suddenly looked at Yang He incrediblely.
The breath of Yang He's living person gradually disappeared. While the Yang Fire was extinguished, the centipede in the bottle was also struggling to die.
He took off the drop bottle, and there was no palpitations like a ray of light on his back.
The so-called medical treatment is to raise ghosts. A little bit of it will absorb yang energy. After completing the initial treatment, it will look like a half-human and half-ghost.
Where can I get a chance to be discharged? I may become a nightmare ghost in the next few days.
Yang He walked out of the ward without looking back, stepped on the shadow on his right foot, and the black cat ran out lazily, "Heizi, get up and work!"
The black cat suddenly burst out after a few steps, and shrank his neck and retreated to the shadow.
Ha~~
Logically speaking, the black cat could take over the shadow within ten miles, but it turned out to be an unusually dangerous place in any corner of the hospital.
Yang He narrowed his eyes and the moment he stepped into the corridor, a strong sense of dizziness surged into his heart.
With tinnitus, every step is extremely difficult.
There are some sentences written on both sides of the wall that are not smooth, and the smell of formalin is radiating, which are all things that the Chinese hospital should have.
Yang He circled the corridor and returned to the door of the No. 17 hospital bed, and did not see any stairs or other wards.
He leaned against the wall and almost couldn't help but turn into three heads and six arms.
"No, even if you want to do something random, you have to wait until the flesh and blood Taoist temple responds externally."
Yang He returned to the ward again, ignored the silence of patient No. 17, and simply sat cross-legged and closed his eyes and meditated.
Not even running for a single cycle.
Dongdongdongdongdongdong.
A knock on the door sounded. Yang He subconsciously glanced at the vent, and it was still broad in the daytime.
"Doctor Zhang is here." Patient No. 17 was both expectant and nervous in his words, "I must have come to handle the discharge procedures for me."
Bang.
The door was gently pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a white coat walked in, but the medical record in his hand was in the style of an ancient book.
A gentle smile appeared on his face, looking no different from an ordinary doctor.
"Hello, we are Dr. Zhang, here to do a routine examination for you."
"On the 17th, you will be cured and discharged from the hospital after the treatment tonight."
"Thank you, thank you." Patient No. 17 was ecstatic and combed his messy hair. "I don't know how the children at home are doing. They should be in a private school as they were in their teens, right?"
"Where are you?"
Dr. Zhang said calmly, walked to Yang He, lowered his head and opened the medical record, "Are you a new patient? Do you know what the symptoms are?"
Yang He did not answer and looked at Dr. Zhang up and down.
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No flaws.
Even the spiritual vision did not notice the flaw.
Dr. Zhang has an ordinary appearance and strong yang fire. He is about forty years old, and his organs show no abnormality.
The facts are naturally impossible, which only shows that the evil spirits behind the hospital are very terrifying.
Yin gods and ghosts?
No, those who cannot reach this level of Yin Gods and Ghosts must be the Nether Ghosts.
If Nezha and Yang Jian are really trapped in the hospital and want to rescue them under the noses of the ghost, it will be a headache to think about it.
"It doesn't matter if you don't speak, we will get to know it slowly."
"I have polylimbs."
Yang He didn't want to compete with an evil puppet, so he might as well test his oral voice. "The natural multi-limbing disease was just deliberately covered up."
He used the three-headed and six-armed Dharma body, and his image became hideous and terrifying.
"It turns out that it's multi-limb disease." Dr. Zhang was not in a state of trouble, even though Yang He deliberately emitted a trace of plague poison, his skin and flesh would rot.
"By the way, how did you take off your drip bottle?"
Dr. Zhang noticed the drops on Yang He's bedside and frowned slightly.
"We can understand your mood in the patient, but the treatment still needs to be followed by the process. Although your condition has been relieved, the mortality rate of multi-limbs is very high, and treatment must be maintained."
"Hook up again."
Dr. Zhang handed the drop bottle to Yang He, and the injury on his right arm was already deep and visible to the bone.
Yang He took the drip bottle and hung it on the head of the bed, "Dr. Zhang, have you ever encountered patients with the same symptoms?"
"Yes."
Dr. Zhang smiled and said, "He is in Ward No. 2."
There are only two true masters in the Golden Light Cave in Qianyuan Mountain, and the other one is only Nezha.
"Where is your name?"
"Dragon, beard, tiger."
Dr. Zhang nodded, "I will hand over the medical records to the dean. It should not take long before you can get an independent ward. It is more convenient to visit relatives and friends in the future."
"Who?" Yang He was stunned.
"Teng Hanfei, Yu Jingxing, Chen Jun, Mao Hao, Yu Hongxuan, Zhao Gongming..."
"Zhao Gongming?!!"
I have never heard of the other names, only Zhao Gongming is well-known.
That was the great disciple of the outer sect of Jie Sect.
In Yang He's impression, Zhao Gongming's strength is enough to be comparable to the Twelve Golden Immortals. Could it be that he has the same name and surname? Damn, he encountered too many coincidences when he came to the Ten Absolute Formation, right?
"Doctor Zhang, when will they come to visit?"
"I don't know."
After packing up the medical record, Dr. Zhang said as he walked, "Teng Hanfei and Yu Jingxing have been here before, mainly to visit the patients in Room 1. They may come back tonight."
Yang He watched Dr. Zhang walk out of the ward. The moment the latter left, his figure suddenly disappeared, and the remaining plague poison in his body disappeared.
"What hospital, get out of here."
Yang He took out the meditation pill and stuffed it into the mouth of patient No. 17.
Patient No. 17 widened his eyes, his breathing became heavy, his forehead veins burst out, and he rolled in pain on the bed.
"I am..."
"I am... Feng Xuan, the true disciple of Magu Cave in Erxian Mountain."
Yang He spit out the magic seal and sneered and patted Feng Xuan on the shoulder, "Junior brother, I'm here to see the true disciple of Jiang Ziya."
The Ten Heavenly Lord has control over part of the Ten Abyss.
Although the Ten Absolute Formation was influenced by the corpse Taoist boy, the Ten Heavenly Lord could still use the magic circle and even draw a jail for the monks of the Ancestral Sect.
That's right.
Yang He realized that the hospital was the prison established by Shi Tianjun for the Academic Sect.
As soon as the third prince entered the Ten Absolute Formation, he was sent to the hospital ward. All the patients in it should be true disciples of the Ancient Sect.
The so-called visit.
It is the monks of the Jie Cult to confirm whether the prisoner has the possibility of breaking free.
"The only thing that is thankful is that the Ten Heavenly Lords cannot change the rules of the Ten Abyss Formation, they can only use the rules of the hospital to draw the ground into a prison."
"However, how should Zhao Gongming deal with it?"
(This chapter ends)