"By the way, how did Donor Jiang know that the young monk had been to Wuji Hall?" Zhou Yang asked doubtfully.
"I am very familiar with my apprentice's techniques. There are residues of Yunzhong Zilan in your body. This prescription that can remove the side effects of the elixir and stabilize your realm in a short period of time is unique to Wuji Hall. "Jiang Shengshou said.
"The decoction of Yunzhong Zilan and Yepu Yin Yang Grass is a common one!" Zhou Yang was still puzzled. How could this common prescription be unique to Wuji Hall?
"Haha, I guess in addition to these two main herbs, Qin Ming also asked you to add two other herbs, right?" Jiang Shengshou said with a smile.
"Yes, there are also two flavors: White Wind and Black Kuangcao." Zhou Yang nodded.
"The addition of White Wind and Black Kuangcao is my Wujitang's original creation. In addition, this prescription also requires soaking in warm water for half an hour before it can be cooked in the furnace." Jiang Shengshou added.
"Exactly." Zhou Yang nodded hurriedly.
"Okay, let me completely remove the hidden disease for you." Jiang Shengshou said seriously.
"Here comes the donor." Zhou Yang sat down cross-legged, completely calming down and waiting for treatment.
Jiang Sheng took out the silver needle again and inserted it into the twelve major acupuncture points on Zhou Yang's head one by one.
Zhou Yang felt some pain at first, but then he felt twelve streams of cool air flowing into the altar, then seeping into the sea of consciousness, and finally dissipated into nothingness.
But at this time, white mist was rising above Zhou Yang's head, curling continuously.
After about two sticks of incense, the white mist no longer rose. Then, Jiang Sheng removed the silver needles one by one.
It wasn't over yet, he asked Zhou Yang to take off his shirt and then applied the silver needle.
This time, there were as many as forty-nine silver needles, distributed on Zhou Yang's chest and back.
After more than half an hour, Jiang Shengshou removed the silver needle again, and then said to Zhou Yang: "Do you have the antidote on your body?"
Zhou Yang was stunned. Wasn't this removing the hidden dangers in the altar? Where could the antidote come from?
But he came to his senses after a moment and said hurriedly: "That antidote can only relieve the pain for nine days."
"That's right. Without the antidote, you wouldn't be able to survive now." After Jiang Shengshou finished speaking, he asked Zhou Yang to take an antidote.
"This poison is very strange. My husband can't name it, but it must have been administered by a master. My medical knowledge is shallow and I am helpless. However, by pricking the acupuncture points with silver needles, the attack time can be prolonged." Jiang Shengshou said. .
Zhou Yang was disappointed for a while after hearing this. He originally thought that Jiang Shengshou would be able to rejuvenate and completely cure him after finding out the poison he had been poisoned by, but he didn't expect that even the famous him couldn't do anything about it.
"How long will it last?" Zhou Yang asked helplessly.
"It can be postponed for up to fifteen days."
"Oh." He was even more disappointed.
"This is what I find strange. With your cultivation, how could you offend such a master? Even if they did, why didn't they kill you instead of planting this poison?" Jiang Shengshou was even more confused.
"It's to force me to do things!" Zhou Yang squeezed out a few words through his teeth, his eyes flashing coldly, and he still looked like a monk.
Jiang Shengshou nodded and said, "And there is a time limit, right?"
"Exactly."
"That's right." But before he finished speaking, he realized that you are not a Buddhist at all.
But everyone has their own secrets, and he couldn't ask more questions.
"Thank you, senior, for saving your life!" At this moment, the injured person who had fainted also woke up and bowed deeply to Jiang Sheng's hand.
"Fellow Taoist, please rise. In fact, it is this master who really saved you." Jiang Sheng helped the man up and said.
"It turns out to be Master, you saved me again!" The man turned to Zhou Yang, his eyes full of gratitude.
"You are... by the way, Xiao Monk remembered, you are the benefactor of Ship No. 17!" Zhou Yang was stunned for a moment, and then finally understood why he looked familiar.
"So you know each other?" Jiang Shengshou asked.
"Yes, we fought against the enemy on the same battleship. By the way, let me introduce you. The person who rescued you is Master Jiang, Saint Jiang." Zhou Yang nodded, and then introduced.
"It turns out to be Senior Jiang. This junior once again thanks Senior Jiang for his kindness!" The man gave another great gift.
"Fellow Taoist, please get up!" Jiang Sheng helped the man up with his hands.
"Amitabha! Little donor, these are three Buddha pills. They will be of some use to your friend. Take them." While the three of them were talking, a white-haired old monk came to Zhou Yang's side, holding a pill in his hand. Brocade Box, but his eyes were looking at Yin Donglian not far away.
"Amitabha, thank you Master Suxin!" Zhou Yang was startled at first, then chanted the Buddha's name and took the brocade box respectfully, but he was a little wary in his heart. The old monk Suxin called him the little benefactor. This clearly meant that he was not the benefactor. A monk.
"Master, this friend of the young monk is indeed a demon cultivator, but he has a good heart." Zhou Yang continued to explain.
He understood that Master Su Xin saw Yin Dong's identity as a demon cultivator, and the pill he gave must be used to suppress demonic nature.
"Haha, why do you think you are a demon? You are not pure in heart. You are always there to help, but when you are in danger, you become a demon!" Master Su Xin's words made Zhou Yang feel shocked.
His meaning is very clear, control the demon cultivator, he may temporarily succumb, and he can also help you. But in times of crisis, especially when one is extremely weak, the demonic cultivator's true nature will emerge, and may even come back to bite the master.
"Master's teachings, the young monk must keep them in mind!" Zhou Yang really thanked the monk this time.
"Haha, the little benefactor has a kind heart, and he will be blessed in the future. Today I will give you a lucky message: the little benefactor's hall is red, his eyes are shining, and good things will happen in the near future!" Master Su Xin smiled faintly, and then said Float away.
"Yintang is red, is it blood?" Zhou Yang wiped his forehead with his hand, rolled his eyes and said angrily.
Why does this old monk lose his temper while talking?
"Haha, if you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later. Maybe great things will happen to you, Master!" Jiang Shengshou also laughed.
Zhou Yang scratched his bald head, disapprovingly.
"Yin Donglian, how are you?" At this time, Demon Cultivator Yin Donglian also opened his eyes and looked towards them, while Zhou Yang asked with concern.
"Master, I'm fine." Yin Donglian shook his head, his tone was very slow and seemed a little dull.
"Donor Jiang, this is Yin Donglian. Donglian, I haven't seen Donor Jiang yet." Zhou Yang introduced.
"I've met fellow Daoist Jiang." Yin Donglian bowed slightly and said slowly.
"Oh." Jiang Shengshou glanced at him and frowned, as if he also saw the identity of this person's demon cultivator.
"Master is still injured and needs to take good care of himself. There are still injured people over there. I'll go and get busy first. We'll talk when we have time." Jiang Shengshou said to Zhou Yang.
"Okay, the young monk will definitely ask Donor Jiang for advice when he has time. By the way, Donor Jiang will be able to use these pills." Zhou Yang did not hold back, but took out a few pills and handed them to Jiang Shengshou.
