Chapter 252 Baiyun Temple, healing! [Subscribe]

The next day

Wei Hong took some time to go to Baiyun Temple outside the city!

This Taoist temple is located in the deep mountains dozens of miles north of the city. It is usually deserted and sparsely populated. The walls of the Taoist temple are mottled and in disrepair, and it looks very desolate!

Go up along the stone steps!

A thin young Taoist priest was patiently sweeping the fallen leaves. He was too lazy to look up when he heard footsteps. Every move seemed to be practicing martial arts.

Wei Hong glanced at him but did not disturb him!

But just as they approached, the young Taoist priest spoke again leisurely: "If you want to burn incense, there is a Fahua Temple two miles ahead. This temple does not accept ordinary pilgrims."

"Looking for someone, is Taoist Master Qingyang here?" Wei Hong said lightly: "I heard that he was looking for someone to treat his apprentice. I am good at some Qihuang techniques, so I came to try!"

"Oh?" The young Taoist priest's face stagnated and he stopped his action immediately. He turned around and said politely: "Dear guest, please, the master is practicing martial arts in the back mountain. I will ask someone to call him back."

The two of them stepped into the Taoist temple one after another!

There were several Taoist priests busy inside, sweeping the floor or practicing martial arts, and two were drying medicinal materials. Obviously, they were all disciples of Taoist Master Qingyang!

The young Taoist priest raised his hand and called one person to ask him to go find someone.

After a while, Taoist Master Qingyang came back with a sword upside down. His Taoist robe was full of grass debris, and there was a little sweat on his forehead. Obviously, he was practicing martial arts just now.

"Huh?" Taoist Qingyang handed the sword to his disciple and could not help but bowed his head and said, "Is this Brother Zhang Fei from the banquet last night?"

"Yes, I've met Taoist Qingyang!" Wei Hong smiled and admitted it. Most warriors have photographic memories. Although the two have never talked to each other, they will not recognize the wrong person after meeting each other.

"I heard that the Taoist has been looking for someone to treat my disciple!" Wei Hong said straight to the point: "I am a little confident in my medical skills, but I just broke through to the refining realm and have no foundation. I want to earn some skills!"

"Thank you, please!"

A trace of gratitude flashed across Taoist Qingyang's face.

He may have expected and been disappointed countless times, so he was so heavy that he didn't know what to say, but just silently took the person to the backyard.

A pale young man was meditating under the plum tree in the backyard!

Seeing everyone coming in, he hurriedly struggled to get up.

Taoist Qingyang took a few quick steps to hold him down, and said softly: "Yunqing, don't get up. This Zhang Wushi claims to be able to cure your old illness, so he came to see you!"

"Okay!"

The little Taoist Yunqing smiled weakly.

He didn't say anything more, but just silently stretched out his wrist, as if he had already given up any hope for his condition.

Obviously, many medical masters have come to see him in the past!

Even the third princess had already found the imperial physician in order to win over Taoist Qingyang, so Wei Hong's pulse-taking did not arouse anyone's expectations, and everyone just quietly waited for another disappointment.

"Cold evil entered the body?"

Wei Hong murmured with a strange look on his face.

He saw something wrong as soon as he took the other party's pulse.

This little Taoist named Yunqing must have been severely injured in the fight with others, and fell into the cold pond at the same time, and soaked in the pond for a long time.

So now the cold evil has entered the body!

Although the meridians have been successfully repaired by the secret medicine,

However, there is often cold evil flowing through his bone marrow, which damages his meridians and eventually leads to a deficiency of qi and blood, and his martial arts cultivation has not improved at all.

"Master Zhang can actually see that it is cold evil entering his body?" Taoist Qingyang's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "In the past, we have invited at least 80 doctors, most of whom can't even see the cause of the disease, and less than five of them can see the cold evil. Do you have a way to remove it?"

"The meridian injury on his body is not difficult to cure. Just some soup medicine and practice some healing internal skills, and he will recover in less than three to five months!" Wei Hong frowned and said: "But it is very difficult to expel the cold evil in the body. It is difficult for ordinary medicine to penetrate into the bone marrow. Excessive use of medicine can easily cause greater damage to the already fragile meridians."

"Yes, yes, yes! That's what the imperial physician Zhang Xunfang said. Do you have a way?" Taoist Qingyang asked with hope on his face, but when he saw Wei Hong's solemn expression, his face became lost inch by inch.

"It's okay, Master!" Taoist Yunsong coughed and comforted, "This is how my life will be, don't worry about me anymore!"

"Master Zhang Wu, thank you for your help!" Taoist Qingyang sighed bitterly and comforted, "My disciple's injury is still fatal, let's go to the teahouse for tea first!"

"There's no rush to drink tea!" Wei Hong frowned and shook his head, saying, "Your disciple's injury is really tricky, even I can only think of three ways to treat it, don't worry! Let me think about it, maybe there are other ways."

"How many?"

"Three?"

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath.

Taoist Qingyang was also stunned, looking at him as if he was looking at a liar.

Wei Hong smiled and didn't explain too much. With his medical skills, there is indeed a way 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 through his clothes. The next moment, thirteen black iron plum blossom needles suddenly popped out!

These long needles directly penetrated deeply into the acupuncture points all over the body of the young Taoist Yunsong!

Then Wei Hong raised his hand, grabbed and lifted, and directly turned his body around.

Then both palms turned into afterimages and slapped him crazily. Each palm seemed to have the power to destroy the world, but when it hit his body, it turned into a gentle and clever force that merged into his body!

"This?"

Everyone was shocked and subconsciously wanted to stop him!

Taoist Qingyang stopped everyone with surprise, and couldn't help but murmured: "What a powerful palm method, what a clever internal force!"

"Master, such a method of healing is simply unheard of. Why is it so?"

"Yes, he is not messing around, right?"

"What if something happens to my junior brother?"

Everyone persuaded him.

Taoist Qingyang was also very entangled. How many doctors couldn't cure the disease, this guy wouldn't come to mess around, right?

"Oh no, I haven't figured out his details yet and I rashly asked him to treat me. What should I do? What if his internal force is controlled a little wrong, Yunsong will die!"

Taoist Qingyang became more and more panicked the more he thought about it!

Now he was in a dilemma, worried about something going wrong and worried that stopping the rescue would delay the rescue. For a moment, he felt like he was in a dilemma and had a headache.

But gradually, everyone was attracted by Wei Hong's actions again!

He slapped the young Taoist priest Yunsong accurately all over his body, and his internal force continued to flow into his body like a surging river. Everything was natural and like art, which completely shocked everyone.