A while of busy work.
The temporary operating table turned into a simple legal table.
Feng Chong held a cinnabar pen in both hands and muttered something.
Er.
"Brother Bo, calm down and concentrate!"
Bo Ziyu, who was sitting opposite, quickly closed his eyes and assumed a posture with five hearts in the sky.
Feng Chong had already raised his pen and stepped forward, lit cinnabar on the opponent's eyelids, and shouted at the same time:
"One stroke seals the eyes."
With a flick of his wrist, he made another stroke on the tip of his nose.
"Second nose with two strokes."
Turn the pen tip again and point towards your ears.
"Three strokes seal the ear."
He turned his wrist and touched it on his lips.
"Four seals."
The last point is between the eyebrows.
"Five strokes seal the soul."
After finishing the cinnabar order, the nervous expression on Bo Ziyu's face suddenly changed, and the skin and flesh on his face relaxed, as if he had entered the deepest level of sleep.
Feng Chong took two more incense sticks, one on Bo Ziyu's bun and one on the monster insect. They lit it immediately, but strangely, the green smoke from the two incense sticks did not float up. Instead, they attracted each other, slowly drifted towards each other, and finally became entangled together.
A person and a demon are separated by most of the table, using incense and cigarettes to connect with each other.
Feng Chong quickly twisted the sword again.
"Hunting!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw two entangled (harmony) light smoke shaking rapidly, as if something was passing through the smoke. After a while, the trembling subsided, and the smoke returned to its light and floating appearance.
On both sides of the smoke, the parasitic monsters seemed to be getting more and more dead, and there seemed to be some subtle changes on Bo Ziyu's sleeping face.
Immediately afterwards.
Feng Chong used the tip of his pen as a knife and made a vague stroke in front of Bo Ziyu's mouth.
"Open your mouth and tongue."
After doing all this, he exhaled a long breath, and his expression became quite sluggish, but he immediately cheered up, took out a compendium of medicinal materials, stared at Bo Ziyu, and read:
"Astragalus."
The room was silent.
Occasionally, there is a light crackle of the lamp wick, and two strands of cigarette smoke curl up and twist in harmony.
After three or four heartbeats.
"Astragalus."
Bo Ziyu's voice sounded vaguely, and his voice was completely different from his usual speaking tone.
But Feng Chong's eyes were filled with determination and he continued to read:
"Eupcommia ulmoides."
Bo Ziyu learned the language again.
"Eupcommia ulmoides."
"Cassia."
"Cassia."
…
After the names of a dozen medicinal materials.
"Zi Xuan."
This time, there was no response for a long time.
Feng Chong waited patiently for a few seconds, finally showed a hint of joy, and quickly drew a mark on the page.
Read again:
"Three-seven."
…
Time passed by minute by minute.
The two sticks of incense had burned down to only one-third.
Feng Chong's brows could not hide the look of fatigue, but he still managed to hold on and read out the name of the next medicinal ingredient.
"Santos."
There was no response this time. Feng Chong habitually started writing to mark it down, but suddenly he glanced at Bo Ziyu.
But under the captain's relaxed expression, there was actually a strange smile hidden at the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly.
A numbness shot up on my scalp.
"Do it quickly!"
He suddenly shouted.
"The law has failed!"
The words trailed off.
Bo Ziyu suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth to the extreme. His tongue (harmony) stretched out of his mouth. Then, his two teeth suddenly closed and he was about to bite off the tongue (harmony).
In the nick of time.
A hand rushed over and grabbed his teeth.
However, Li Changan, who was protecting him, noticed something was wrong early and saved the person with one hand. At the same time, he cut off the incense stick on his bun with the other hand.
However, the entangled light smoke in the air suddenly trembled, and then like a long whale sucking water, all the smoke rolled back and shrank into the incense on the parasitic insect, and was then pulled out by Feng Chong.
…………
The two professions of Taoist priest and doctor are often linked together.
Qingping's great reputation in Xiaoshui is not only due to her profound Taoism, but also to her long-term participation in free clinics nearby.
Therefore, it is normal for Shuiyue Temple to always have medicinal materials.
Taoist Feng wiped his old face and invited the Taoist boy Wuyou back. He promised the Taoist boy some packages of fruit, some cakes and some stories, and then asked the little Taoist boy to take out Zixuan, Nightshade, Chonglou, Jing, etc. from the medicinal material storehouse. Tian, Changqing, and Xuejian each had a copy.
These six herbs were all things that Bo Ziyu, who had just been possessed by the demonic insect, had not spoken out, or was afraid to speak out.
After getting the medicinal materials, the three of them, who were almost exhausted, didn't have the time to cook them.
Simply grind the medicinal materials into powder and shape it into a big pill.
Because the mud demon is banned, it cannot be swallowed, and of course it cannot be taken orally. So he had no choice but to stuff the pill into the anus (harmony), and then use chopsticks to poke it into the demon insect's body.
All personnel are exhausted.
Next, all we have to do is wait for destiny.
…
The long candle burns short and the short candle burns out.
I picked out the wicks a few more times.
Time passed in a dull way for a long time.
But the monster insect never moved.
Failed?
It has to make people think so.
The tired and fruitless waiting made Li Changan yawn uncontrollably.
"Look."
Feng Chong suddenly shouted.
This method was proposed by him. Others could relax a little, but he refused to relax.
Li Changan cheered up and stared at him quickly.
But he saw that the demonic insect suddenly trembled.
The coiled body of the insect suddenly shook open. Except for the head and tail, which was still buried in the body of the mud demon, the slender trunk arched out of the abdominal cavity, swaying, trembling, and dancing wildly.
The tentacles immediately stretched and curled up, pulling at Nibao's entire body, from the internal organs to the limbs and skin, and trembling, and fine drops of blood leached out.
Soon, the table was stained red with blood.
"Oops!"
Feng Chong panicked.
"Squeeze the pill out!"
He hurriedly wanted to step forward, but Li Changan stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Don't panic, just wait."
Feng Chong had no choice but to stamp his feet anxiously.
But gradually, the pained look on Nidao's face began to ease, and the tentacles that had grown into his internal organs slowly dissolved, and finally turned into blood and melted into Nidao's body.
Er.
The monster insect's struggle finally stopped, and it curled back into the mud demon's abdomen, only trembling a few times from time to time.
Success?
No.
Not even close.
Not to mention that the monster has not turned back into a human, even the bugs are still bugs and have not turned back into intestines.
Once all the tentacles are removed, you can start to eliminate the parasitic monsters.
But if the worms are gone, the intestines will be gone too.
Can a monster survive without its intestines? Even if they can survive, if they become human again in the future, can a person without intestines survive?
Bo Ziyu rubbed his sore teeth and frowned. Feng Chong was even more upset.
Li Changan smiled and clapped his hands, preparing to offer words of comfort.
How can everything be done in one step and perfect? Besides, isn’t a good start equal to half the battle?
Can……
"Two Taoist priests, look!"
So what?
Li Changan quickly looked at the parasitic monster insect again.
I was surprised to find that this monster insect was like an inflated balloon, inflating at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, the slender link-shaped insect body swelled into connected meat balls.
It didn't take many people to react.
Those "meat balls" quickly contracted, as if something was pouring out of the insect body, passing through the mud demon's stomach pouch and esophagus, and finally squeezed out from the throat.
Suddenly.
The mud demon suddenly opened his mouth.
An unspeakable howl of annoyance set off sound waves and spread.
But seeing the restrictions placed around them, the Dharma flag overturned, the Bagua mirror was broken, and the yellow talismans were stirred into the air and scattered and burned.
In the blink of an eye.
The room was a mess.
After doing all this, the parasitic demonic insect shrank back again. Most of the body began to slowly turn red, slowly wrinkled, and slowly became like intestines...
The three people stood nearby, looking at each other.
…………
The end of Yin time and the beginning of Mao time.
In front of the mountain gate, the moonlight shines brightly, reflecting the five strange soldiers on the painting wall, raising their hands and moving their feet.
But the forest less than ten steps away was completely dark, as if the darkness came from the bottom of the leaves, from the gaps between the rocks, and from the roots of the trees. They were layered and connected with each other. They were glued together with the entire forest and formed into one piece, making it impossible for the wind to penetrate. , the moon cannot shine in, black as ink, heavy as iron.
Sudden.
The sound of boredom burst out from the view and rippled through the mountains and forests.
Immediately, there was a sound of "thumping" in the forest, and something seemed to pass by among the silhouettes of trees.
The forest is about to move in the darkness.
At the same time.
The moonlight that had not penetrated into the mountains and forests seemed to have settled and soaked into the murals on the walls, making the gray and white colors beautiful again and making the rough brushstrokes soft and vivid.
In an instant, one after another of the five warrior generals on the mural became vivid (harmony) and ready to appear.
then.
They opened their eyes.
Countless bright eyes stared at the turbulent shadows in the forest.
The wind blows and the clouds move.
The moonlight dimmed for a moment, and the world became dim for a moment.
When the waning moon emerged from the sea of clouds, the light it cast easily diffused into the mountains and forests. The flowers and plants in the forest reflect the trees, and each branch and leaf is clear and pleasant.
Looking at the murals on the mountain gate again, my eyes are still closed, the colors are still gray, and the brushwork is still rough, as if everything just now was just a dream.
Only deep inside the Taoist temple.
In a certain shrine where the walls were covered with pictures of the Five Immortals, a rickety old figure sat alone under the statue.
Green lanterns, ancient scrolls, silent.
After pinching the rosary beads, chant slowly.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord."
