Mu Xuan listened to Jiumozhi's words and agreed with him.
When it comes to the Beggar Clan Conference, as long as there are no powerful masters coming, and with Jiumozhi's martial arts, as long as he doesn't confront Qiao Feng, there won't be any major problems.
Jiumozhi has no enmity with Qiao Feng, so he shouldn't deal with Qiao Feng, right?
Then……
Mu Xuan is a kind person. In addition to helping Jiumozhi deal with the opponents he will face at the Beggar Clan Conference, Mu Xuan is also preparing to help Jiumozhi deal with the injuries in his body.
Just now, when Mu Xuan grabbed Jiumozhi's wrist, he also checked Jiumozhi's pulse.
You won’t know if you don’t see it, but you will be shocked when you see it.
Jiumozhi practiced Shaolin's seventy-two stunts, and even learned the small phaseless skills. He wanted to use the small phaseless exercises to control the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin. Now the disease has taken root!
But for Mu Xuan, there is no cure.
"Eunuch Cao, I have something to say to the Imperial Master, why don't you go and rest first? There are no vacancies in the inn opposite. If Eunuch Cao doesn't mind, you can rest here with me!"
Mu Xuandao.
The smile on Cao Zhengchun's face stopped, and he looked at Jiumozhi with a look of amusement on his face.
Really, what are you saying, you still have to avoid him? !
Cao Zhengchun smiled but said, "Thank you, Doctor Mu, for your kindness, but our family has already sent someone to book a room at the inn opposite, so we will go to rest first!"
After Cao Zhengchun said that, he cupped his hands with Mu Xuan and Jiumozhi, and left the medical center directly to the opposite side.
The real Tongfu Inn does not have just two rooms upstairs as in the drama. Not to mention the row of houses in the backyard, in addition to Tong Xiangyu's room, there are more than a dozen rooms upstairs.
With so many rooms, it is normal for Cao Zhengchun to be able to book one.
After sending Cao Zhengchun away, Mu Xuan looked at Jiumozhi.
"Doctor Mu, if you have anything to say, you can just say it. As long as it can be used by the little monk, it doesn't matter if you say it!"
Jiumozhi said decisively.
As long as it doesn't affect his martial arts training and becoming stronger, Mu Xuan can ask for anything!
Because in his opinion, except for martial arts training and life and death, the importance of all other things is the same.
"Is the insensitivity of the National Master's Fengchi Point getting worse?!"
Mu Xuan got to the point directly.
Jiumozhi paused after hearing this and nodded blankly, "Yes, this sign has been around for twenty years!"
Ever since he learned the seventy-two Shaolin skills from Murong Bo more than 20 years ago, he has studied and practiced them diligently.
But after he practiced for a period of time, he felt some discomfort in his meridians and acupuncture points, and then the discomfort became more and more serious.
He also asked the palace doctors, and they just said that he could recover after resting for a while, but what was the result?
The result is that twenty years on, the discomfort persists and gets worse.
Jiumozhi originally thought that as long as it didn't affect his practice, he could do whatever he wanted. Anyway, the discomfort would only last for a while, and he would return to his original state in a short time.
But Muxuan revealed Jiumozhi's current situation with one word, which made Jiumozhi worried.
Mu Xuan’s expression is really scary!
It would be strange if you weren't afraid of a doctor who talks to you in a serious and thoughtful manner.
Jiumozhi is not afraid of death. For him, death may not be a new beginning. He practices Buddhism, and Buddhism is about the afterlife.
Maybe he can go to the Western Paradise after death?
After all, he has never killed anyone in this life.
What he was afraid of was that he would not be able to climb the limits of martial arts.
He is so curious about the terrestrial fairyland above the Grand Master!
If Mu Xuan has a way...
"Doctor Mu, do you know the root cause of the young monk's illness?"
Jiumozhi continued to ask.
"The national master has practiced the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, and also practiced Xiaoyao Sect's Xiaoxiang Kung Fu. If he uses Taoist internal skills to drive Buddhist martial arts, it will naturally harm his body!"
Mu Xuan explained.
Jiumozhi slowly shook his head, "This... to be honest, this young monk has indeed practiced Xiao Wuxiang Kung Fu, and he is also familiar with the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin. He has only practiced more martial arts. Why is he still doing this?" Injury to your body?"
"Shaolin's martial arts were created by our ancestors who have profound Buddhist teachings. Their martial arts incorporate the true meaning of Buddhism. They practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies. However, even the simplest martial arts will inevitably be different from others. The word "killing" is closely related."
"Therefore, when practicing Shaolin's seventy-two stunts, you must have corresponding Buddhist teachings to resolve the hostility in them. Otherwise, the deeper and more you practice, you will go crazy and die suddenly!"
Jiumozhi broke into a cold sweat after listening to Mu Xuan's words.
Do you want it to be so scary?
Jiumozhi felt that Mu Xuan was alarmist, but when he thought that Mu Xuan accurately stated his illness, Jiumozhi decided to listen again.
"Then according to the advice of Divine Doctor Mu, how should we treat it?"
Jiumozhi asked.
He is extremely smart. His injuries were caused by martial arts training. If he was treated, would it affect his ability to continue practicing martial arts?
"There are two ways to heal!"
Mu Xuan stretched out his finger and said.
Jiumozhi quickly said, "I would like to hear the details!"
"The first is to find someone to absorb all the internal energy of the national master. Even if the internal strength is gone, how can he become a demon? It may not be impossible for the national master to train again from the beginning and return to the realm of a grand master!"
Mu Xuandao.
In the original work, Jiumozhi retained his life in this way.
Duan Yu was in a dry well, absorbing all of Jiumozhi's lifelong skills.
Duan Yu has absorbed the power of many people, and there are also some people who have lost their power to him, such as the group of people in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations.
But they still had martial arts skills behind them, so Mu Xuan guessed that Beiming Divine Art could still be practiced after absorbing all the power.
Jiumozhi only needs to find someone who has practiced Bei Ming Shen Kung, absorb all his inner strength, and then focus on practicing a few martial arts instead of practicing the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, in order to save his life.
Of course, there are limitations to this.
It took Jiumozhi decades to practice to reach this point. If he had to practice all over again, who knows if he would live until that time?
You know, his dream is to climb the limits of martial arts.
Compared with his dream, life seemed insignificant. Therefore, Jiumozhi refused without even thinking about it, "The young monk would rather die than start all over again!"
Jiumozhi is extremely stubborn. At the moment, he has not experienced life and death and become enlightened.
"Does the national master want to practice martial arts, or does he want to learn the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin?"
Mu Xuan did not rush to tell the second treatment plan, but asked.
Jiumozhi was really confused. Shaolin's seventy-two stunts were really powerful. He really didn't want to give up, but if he didn't give up...
Jiumozhi's eyes gradually became firm. He couldn't reject the entire ocean just because of a pond!
"Little monk is willing!"
Jiumozhi said firmly.
"The young monk is willing to give up the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin!"
"Dare to ask Divine Doctor Mu, this second method of treatment..."
The corner of Mu Xuan's mouth raised, "Take drugs!"
Jiumozhi frowned when he heard this, "Are you taking drugs?"
"Yes, I know a pill that can drain away the user's internal energy..."
Before Mu Xuan finished speaking, Jiumozhi said anxiously, "Isn't this the same as letting someone suck the internal energy of a young monk?"
Mu Xuan shook his head gently, "No, although this medicine will also consume the internal energy, it will be restored within a month! It's just the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, you must not practice them anymore!"
"As for the injuries on the Imperial Master's meridians and acupuncture points, after the Imperial Master takes the elixir, I will use acupuncture to treat the Imperial Master. I will definitely be able to recover as before!"
When Jiumozhi heard Mu Xuan said that he could recover in one month, he couldn't help but relax a little. Which one is better, one month or several decades, even a fool can tell!
"but……"
Mu Xuan continued, and Jiumozhi's heart tightened. He hated people saying "but" the most.
"This Heavenly King Pill was originally refined to treat internal injuries. It is very precious, and the materials are naturally very rare!"
"I can find many of the materials, but there is only one that requires the master to find together!"
"Although the Divine Doctor said, the monk can be regarded as the national master of a country. It should be simple and easy to find a medicinal plant!"
Listening to Mu Xuan's words, Jiumozhi quickly expressed his determination, joking, the matter was related to his life, if he didn't fight, who would fight?
"This medicinal material usually grows on cliffs and is very hard to find. It's called Blood Ganoderma! Its whole body is as red as blood, and it is densely covered with filaments, just like blood vessels!"
"In addition to refining the Heavenly King Pill, it is also very suitable to use Blood Lingzhi to refine other elixirs. Therefore, I have also looked for Blood Lingzhi, but neither the Medicine King Valley nor the Five Poison Sect have these two medicinal materials. If the National Master wants to find I’m afraid it will be a little difficult to get to Blood Ganoderma!”
Jiumozhi looked serious, "When the matter here is over, the young monk will return to Tubo. Please ask your majesty to help the young monk search for it. The territory of Tubo is densely covered with high rivers. With the efforts of the whole country, the young monk cannot believe that he cannot find a single blood Ganoderma!"
Jiumozhi's expression changed after he said this, "I just don't know how injured the young monk is. How long can he last?"
"If the national master no longer practices the seventy-two stunts, there will still be two years left!"
Mu Xuan said.
When Jiumozhi heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not for a month or two, otherwise he would probably have problems if he replied to Tubo.
Okay, I happily decided like this. After capturing Qiao Feng and extracting the Six Meridians Divine Sword from Duan Yu, I will return to Tubo.
Of course, he didn't kill Qiao Feng or Duan Yu. After all, he was a virtuous monk with a kind face and a kind heart!
"Amitabha!"
Jiumozhi softly recited the Buddha's name, "Shepherd God healed the young monk for his life-saving grace. He is a great kindness and virtue, and the young monk has nothing to repay..."
Jiumozhi said, stretching his hand into his arms, and a simple wooden token appeared in Jiumozhi's hand.
"This token is for my Dalun Temple in Daxue Mountain to use when traveling around the world. If the Divine Doctor encounters difficulties in the future, he will send someone to Tubo to make an announcement. No matter how far away we are, the young monk will hurry up and arrive in time!"
"As long as it doesn't hurt anyone's life, no matter how hard you go up the mountain of swords or the sea of fire, the little monk will die without mercy!"
Jiumozhi was afraid that Mu Xuan would think too much, so he quickly added a restriction: Jiumozhi doesn't kill people!
"In that case, thank you so much, Imperial Master!"
Mu Xuan smiled and took the token, and there was one more!
In a moment he had to count how many tokens he had now.
The third update was delivered today, and the third update will be continued tomorrow. Also, please ask for the monthly ticket. The author wants to see what a thousand votes looks like.
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