After chatting with Daochang Jin for a while, Wu Ganping helped to say a few words.
Taoist Master Jin was very happy and agreed to go back and report the truth and help Zhang Wenfeng gain a year and a half of buffer time. He revealed in a vague way that it was the intention of the city to ask Guanzhu Zhang to improve his cultivation as much as possible and prepare himself for the Broken Moon Demon Forest. Prepare.
After seeing Taoist Jin off, Zhang Wenfeng felt helpless in his heart.
The Taoist cultivator is at ease, but when faced with the power from a higher level, he is not at ease at all. How can he fight against it? Even if you don't have the official status of a law enforcement guard, you are just an ordinary person, and the superiors have called you by name, you are in Da'an, can you still not go?
There was no emotion on his face as he returned to the hall and sat down.
Wu Qianping gave some words of comfort and said: "You should rest in peace and recuperate first, and while you have time, buy more elixirs to assist in your practice. When you advance to the Jianwei Realm, invite a few masters to accompany you. No matter how dangerous the ghosts in the ancient battlefield of Broken Moon Demon Forest are, Safety should be worry-free.”
Zhang Wenfeng clasped his fists to express his thanks. Masters were not easy to invite, so he accepted the words of Master Wu.
Yun Qiuhe put on a new set of clothes and walked in. He smiled and said, "Count me in. I just want to go out for some travel. It would be nice to go to the Broken Moon Demon Forest to gain some experience."
Wu Qianping didn't want to discuss this topic with Yun Qiuhe, and would let Fu Gujing have a headache. He didn't want to be a bad person, so he said: "Junior Sister Yun, tell us how you intercepted and killed the second-level shaman warrior. Just now, Taoist Master Jin was in a hurry. I have to hurry back and don’t have time to say more.”
"There's not much to say. That guy is pretty capable, and... in the towns he passed along the way, he wasn't as vicious as the sorcerers he encountered before. He fell down and used mortal lives to escape, until Taoist Song and others were driven over. He blocked him on the river island, fell into the formation, ignored Taoist Master Shi's persuasion to surrender, and beat him until he fell. He is considered a man."
Yun Qiuhe was not very interested, so he simply scrawled a few words and then handed over.
Wu Ganping nodded slightly: "They are from Red Witch."
He already understood that red witches were different from black witches, and warned: "In the future, no matter whether we meet white witches, red witches or black witches, as long as they are witch cultivators, they will be our mortal enemies. We must not have any thoughts of sympathy, otherwise It’s you who suffers.”
"I know, I'm not that stupid."
Yun Qiuhe stretched out his left hand to tuck his side hair, revealing the white jade bracelet on his wrist.
Zhang Wenfeng coughed and stood up, clasping his fists and saying goodbye. He needed to go back to recuperate.
Yun Qiuhe followed him out and said, "I'm about to go to the Qingzheng Villa. Master Zhang, your injury seems a bit serious. How about asking a doctor to take a look at it?"
She was worried that something might happen on the way, so she went with her to escort her. It was not a good thing to be targeted by the shaman cultivators.
Wu Qianping walked to the door and said, "Taoist Master Jin promised to ask Dr. Ji Shixi to come over."
"Sister Ji has great medical skills. She diagnosed and treated me last time and she recovered after taking three doses of medicine. I was about to ask her to come."
Yun Qiuhe was relieved.
Returning to the Xianlingguan site, Yun Qiuhe went to Qingzheng Villa in Aishan.
Zhang Wenfeng returned to the bamboo building near Lingquan Water Pool, walked into the well-restored room on the second floor, bolted the door, and sat cross-legged on a futon. It took him a long time to fall into silence. After practicing for about half an hour, he suddenly coughed violently and the practice was interrupted. The breath surges.
It took him a while to calm down, but by this time he felt that something was not good about the situation.
He knew medical skills, but he was helpless about his own condition. He did not understand the monks' healing methods.
Looking inside his lungs, he could detect a few wisps of alien breath wrapped around his right chest and lungs. He tried to mobilize his own energy to expel it, but found that there was no way to start. The breath in his inner organs did not move as smoothly as on the body surface and muscles.
That's all, let's wait until Dr. Ji from the county town comes.
There are specialties in the art, so he didn't dare to try randomly, otherwise he would be in trouble if his condition worsened.
He stood up, went downstairs to the place where he planted the seeds, and injected different amounts of breath into the three seeds.
Walk slowly around the spiritual spring, breathe in and out, slowly absorb the spiritual energy, restore the loss of cultivation, relax, occasionally cough, and then stop practicing, it will not have much impact.
He did not attend evening classes and would cough a few times from time to time, so it was not appropriate for him to go to the main hall to perform the ceremony.
I meditated and chanted sutras by myself in the quiet room, stumbling to complete my homework.
The night went by like this, and his cultivation and spiritual consciousness were restored to some extent. He could not concentrate on his cultivation and homework, so he had to write and draw after breakfast to distract himself and talk for fun.
However, it was very different from ordinary painting. There was an unbearable impatience in the strokes and ink. I was very dissatisfied when I saw it. I put down my pen and took a few steps back. Zhang Wenfeng coughed and smiled bitterly.
The heart is not calm, the mind is not at peace, and all the wind and light clouds suddenly return to their original shape.
I recited less than a hundred words of "Qingxin Jue" silently. I tried several times and I was able to finish reciting it successfully without thinking about it.
I picked up the pen again, chanting sutras and smearing ink on the rice paper. This time I felt much better. I was occasionally interrupted by coughs, but at least the paper was not full of anger and the pen and ink were ugly and ugly.
My mind slowly calmed down, I took a new piece of rice paper and drew an abstract painting rendered in layers of ink.
It looks like a mountain, a dark cloud, or an ink tree, but upon closer inspection, it turns out to be nothing.
It's just a pile of ink stains. He did it purely for fun.
Yun Qiuhe walked in accompanied by a woman wearing a simple gray preaching robe. When she saw Guanzhu Zhang painting, she hurriedly ran forward to admire it. However, she was greatly disappointed by what Guanzhu Zhang painted.
There are no mountains, rivers, stones and trees, no flowers, birds, ink and lotuses, and no sense of artistic conception and beauty can be seen at all.
It's like a five-year-old boy scribbling.
Zhang Wenfeng put down his pen, turned around and saluted the woman who was carrying a brown wooden medical box with cupped fists: "Zhang Wenfeng has met Daoist Master Ji. Please come. The journey has been hard. May you be blessed with infinite blessings!"
It's not that he didn't want to go to the county town to wait, but yesterday Yun Qiuhe volunteered and said that he would invite Ji Shixi to Xianling Temple when he arrived, so that he could stay in the mountain peacefully without having to travel back and forth.
"Zhang Guanzhu is polite, it's your duty, Dao Ancestor is merciful!"
Ji Shixi was about the same age as Yue Anyan, with a delicate appearance and the air of a doctor.
When Yun Qiuhe saw that the two of them were talking, he asked, "Guanzhu Zhang, is there any particular artistic conception in this ink painting of yours? Why can't I understand it?" She was embarrassed to say that the painting looked like a joke.
Just don’t understand it.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled. As for abstract paintings, most of the artistic conceptions and meanings are just painted and made up. He said casually: "The passing river is dark, but the moon in the past is bright."
He extended his hand to Ji Shixi to invite him to put down the medical kit and sit down. He couldn't help but cough a few times.
Ji Shixi glanced at the graffiti on the desk. She could tell that the famous Zhang Guanzhu was very close to Yun Qiuhe, and the two talked casually and informally.
Yun Qiuhe muttered: "Can't you see the 'emptiness' anywhere? It's so crowded that it's airtight. It's pitch black, but it's really dark."
Zhang Wenfeng went to scoop some water to clean his hands and said: "Tight airtight is also a kind of 'empty'. Sometimes black and white can be seen upside down. Fellow Taoist Yun, please help me boil water and make tea to entertain guests. I am always coughing. Not very convenient.”
Yun Qiuhe was confused after hearing this. She was a little doubtful. Was Guanzhu Zhang damaged by the second-level shaman warrior yesterday? Rather than hurting the heart.
Seeing Ji Shixi smiling while sitting down, she suddenly realized that she was being teased by Zhang Guanzhu seriously.
This was obviously a useless painting, and it was so mysterious that she almost believed it.
"Haosheng will help him take a look at this place later."
Yun Qiuhe made a fire with charcoal and boiled water, and pointed to his forehead.
Ji Shixi smiled but did not respond.
Zhang Wenfeng sat over and briefly told Ji Shixi how he was injured yesterday. At Ji Shixi's signal, he rolled up his sleeves and put his left wrist flat on the seat handle.
He put away the dust-cleaning robe, inner armor, law enforcement guard wristbands, wrist blades and other items in advance.
Ji Shixi put three fingers on his wrist pulse and said, "Try to be calm and don't hold back when you want to cough." He closed his eyes slightly and concentrated on feeling the pulse.
During this period, Zhang Wenfeng turned his head and coughed twice.
Ji Shixi retracted his fingers and stood up to explore the injured area on Zhang Wenfeng's right back for a moment.
"It's the 'Red Silk Witch Curse' that has penetrated into my heart. Zhang Guanzhu must have a protective weapon, which blocked most of the attacks, and the shock injury is not serious. I can use a needle to remove most of the witchcraft, but I can't cut off the root. This kind of witchcraft It’s very troublesome, it goes deep into my heart, and there are only two ways to fully recover.”
"Please say!"
"The first is that Guanzhu Zhang, you have advanced to the gradually subtle realm. Yuan Qi can circulate in the internal organs in a subtle way, and the trouble will be solved. The second is that Guanzhu Zhang has learned a wood fire spell. The 'Red Silk Witch Curse' belongs to gold. Spend some time using wood Fire bakes it, drives away the metal and dissolves it.”
Another way is to ask a free-spirited doctor to easily remove the difficult red silk witchcraft.
But at present, Da'an Dynasty only has thirty monks in the realm of freedom. How can there be any doctors in the realm of freedom? Even if there is one, it would be difficult to invite them, so this method is not mentioned.
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