Chapter 252 Baiyun Temple, healing! 【Please subscribe】
The next day
Wei Hong took time to go to Baiyun Temple outside the city!
This Taoist temple is located in the mountains dozens of miles north of the city. There is no incense on weekdays and sparsely populated. The walls of the Taoist temple are mottled and in disrepair. It looks very desolate!
Follow the stone steps all the way up!
A thin young Taoist priest was patiently sweeping the fallen leaves. When he heard the sound of footsteps, he didn't bother to raise his eyes. Every move he made seemed as if he was practicing martial arts.
Wei Hong glanced at him but didn't bother him!
But just as they got closer, the young Taoist said leisurely: "If your distinguished guests want to burn incense, there is a Fahua Temple two miles ahead. This temple does not accept ordinary pilgrims."
"Looking for someone, is Taoist Qingyang here?" Wei Hong said calmly: "I heard that he is looking for someone to heal his disciples. I am good at some Qihuang techniques, so I came here to give it a try!"
"Oh?" The young Taoist's expression faltered and he immediately stopped. He turned around and said politely: "Excellent guest, please. Master, he is practicing martial arts in the back mountain. I will ask him to come back right now."
The two of them stepped into the Taoist temple one after the other!
There are several Taoists busy inside, either sweeping the floor or practicing martial arts, and two people are drying medicinal materials. They are obviously disciples of Taoist Master Qingyang!
The young Taoist raised his hand and called someone to find him.
After a while, Taoist Priest Qingyang came back holding a sword upside down. His robes were covered with grass clippings, and there was a faint sweat on his forehead. It was obvious that he had been practicing just now.
"Huh?" Taoist Priest Qingyang handed the sword to his disciple casually, and couldn't help but make a gesture and said: "Is this Brother Zhang Fei and Zhang from the banquet last night?"
"Yes, I have met Taoist Priest Qingyang!" Wei Hong admitted with a smile. Most warriors have photographic memories. Although the two of them did not exchange a word, they would never recognize the wrong person after meeting him.
"I heard that the Taoist Master has been looking for someone to treat his disciple!" Wei Hong said straight to the point: "I am a bit confident in medical skills, but I have just broken through to the Zang Refining Realm and have no background at all, so I want to make money with this skill!"
"Thank you, please!"
A trace of gratitude flashed across Taoist Priest Qingyang's face.
He may have expected and been disappointed countless times, so he felt so heavy that he didn't know what to say, so he just silently led the person to the backyard.
A pale-faced young man was meditating under the plum tree in the backyard!
Seeing everyone coming in, he quickly struggled to get up.
Taoist Master Qingyang walked a few steps quickly and held him down, and said softly: "Yun Qing, there is no need to get up. This martial master Zhang claims to be able to cure your old illness, so come and take a look!"
"good!"
Little Taoist Priest Yunqing smiled weakly.
He didn't say anything more, just silently stretched out his wrist, as if he had no hope for his condition.
Obviously, many medical masters have come to see it in the past!
In order to win over Taoist Priest Qingyang, the three princesses even went to the imperial doctor, so Wei Hong's pulse check did not arouse anyone's expectations. Everyone was just waiting quietly for another disappointment.
"Cold evil enters the body?"
Wei Hong murmured with a strange expression.
As soon as he caught the other person's pulse, he could tell something was wrong.
This little Taoist priest named Yun Qing must have been fighting with someone and had his meridians severely injured. At the same time, he fell into the cold pool and soaked in the water for a long time.
So much so that now the cold has entered my body!
Although the meridians all over the body have been successfully repaired by the secret medicine.
However, cold evil often flowed out of his bone marrow and swept through his body, causing constant damage to his meridians, eventually leading to a depletion of Qi and blood, and making no progress in his martial arts cultivation. "Master Zhang can actually tell that cold evil has entered his body?" Taoist Master Qingyang's eyes lit up and he said excitedly: "In the past, we have invited doctors ranging from 100 to 80, and most of them can't even see the cause of the disease. There are less than five fingers of cold evil, do you have a way to remove it?"
"The injuries on his meridians are not difficult to cure. He only needs some decoctions and some internal healing skills, and he can recover in less than three to five months!" Wei Hong frowned and said, "But it is very difficult to get rid of the cold evil spirit in the body. Difficult, it is difficult for ordinary medicine to penetrate deep into the bone marrow, and using too much medicine can easily cause greater damage to the already fragile meridians. "
"Yes, yes! That's what the imperial doctor Zhang Xunfang said too. Do you have any idea?" Taoist Master Qingyang asked with hope, but when he saw Wei Hong's solemn expression, his expression dropped inch by inch.
"It's okay, Master!" Little Taoist Yunsong coughed and comforted: "This is what I will do in my life, don't worry about me anymore!"
"Martial Master Zhang, I'm sorry to bother you!" Taoist Priest Qingyang sighed bitterly and comforted him: "My disciple's injury is still life after all. Let's go to the tea room to drink tea first!"
"There's no rush for tea!" Wei Hong frowned and shook his head: "Your disciple's injury is really difficult. Even I can only think of three ways to treat it. Don't be anxious! Let me think about it again, there may be others. method."
"How many, how many?"
"Three kinds?"
Everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
Taoist Priest Qingyang also had a look of astonishment on his face, looking at him as if he were looking at a liar.
Wei Hong smiled slightly and didn't explain much. With his medical skills, there are indeed ways to cure this kind of injury, but the three methods are very harsh, and it is not easy for other doctors to try.
"Let me help you get rid of the cold evil in your body first!"
Wei Hong was too lazy to say any more nonsense. His left and right hands turned into afterimages and passed over the skirt of his clothes. The next moment, thirteen black iron plum blossom needles suddenly popped out!
These long needles directly penetrated deeply into various major points in little Taoist Yunsong's body!
Then Wei Hong raised his hand, grabbed and lifted him, and turned his body in a circle.
Then the palms turned into afterimages and slapped him crazily. Each palm seemed to have the power to destroy the world, but when it was slapped on the body, it turned into soft and delicate energy and integrated into the body!
"this?"
Everyone was startled and subconsciously wanted to stop him!
Taoist Priest Qingyang stopped everyone in surprise, and couldn't help but murmur: "What a powerful palm technique, what a clever internal force!"
"Master, such a method of healing is completely unheard of. Why is it like this?"
"Yeah, he's not acting randomly, is he?"
"What if something happens to my junior brother?"
Everyone was persuading each other.
Taoist Priest Qingyang is also full of tangles. He is not here to mess with the disease that many doctors cannot cure, right?
"Oops, I asked him to be treated rashly before I knew his true identity. What should I do? If there is even the slightest mistake in controlling his internal power, Yun Song will be killed!"
The more Taoist Qingyang thought about it, the more panicked he became!
Now he was in a dilemma. He was worried that something might happen and that blocking him would delay the rescue. For a moment, he just felt like he was riding a tiger and had a headache.
But gradually, everyone was attracted by Wei Hong's actions again!
I saw him hitting the little Taoist Priest Yunsong's body with precision, and the internal energy continued to flow into his body like a torrential river. Everything was natural and like art, which completely shocked everyone.
(End of chapter)