Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 152
Dilated pupils, yellow tongue coating, and malignant sores on the body are symptoms of inhaling poisonous miasma.

Taoist Chizhuan just glanced at it, and he had a rough idea in his mind.

Although he is the great-grandson of Taoist Huangmei, he is obsessed with medicine. Whenever he has free time, he will travel down the mountain to seek medical advice, and he has saved many lives.

It's just that poisonous miasma is also divided into fire poison and cold poison.

This person was stunned and delirium, his limbs twitched from time to time, and he also suffered from fever, which was clearly a sign that the poison of fire had penetrated into his bones.

However, he is not bad at all the symptoms of cold poison.

Chi Zhuan frowned, thought for a while, first took out a pure heart charm from his sleeve, burned it in the water, and fed it into the mouth with the ashes of the charm to prevent heat and evil from entering the brain.

He also took golden needles to hang his life, supplemented by pushing the palace to pass the blood, and when a stick of incense came down, the villager spat out a mouthful of blood, and then his face turned red.

As soon as the dirty blood fell on the stone flat, it quickly turned into thousands of tiny Gu worms, and was about to fly away, but was burned to the ground by a real fire talisman. Seeing that his life was safe, Chi Zhuan was relieved again. Draw two yellow talismans, one to dispel evil spirits, one to cultivate yuan, and burn it to feed this person.

It is expected that after another year or so, he will recover without any worries. Just now Chi Zhuan stood up, and was thinking of signaling to the two interior masters in Yuntou, when he unexpectedly heard a light cough not far away.

Chi Zhuan turned his head subconsciously, just in time to see the villagers in front of the killing monk slowly open their eyes.

"impossible!"

Zhou Li also heard this light cough, but he refused to believe the scene in front of him.

I had just made a diagnosis, and the evil heat entered my brain, and the man was already dying of illness, how could he wake up so easily, it was clear that there was a fraud in it.

However, the decree sent from Yuntou made him feel ashamed.

"This time, the monk who killed the life should win."

It was not Zen Master Miaoguang of Chiguo Temple who said this sentence, but Taoist Master Huang Meizi of Xunfeng Temple.

Even the guru of Xunfengguan said so, how can he, a little Qi practitioner, have any reason to doubt, Zhou Li realized that he was Meng Lang, his face turned pale, and he dared not speak anymore.

A lot of casual cultivators outside the arena were also talking about it.

"What's going on here? We can vaguely see what Brother Chizhuan and Brother Zhou are doing. They are asking for a doctor and administering medicine. The monk just reached out and touched him, and he woke up. ?”

This is for Chi Zhuan and Chi Zhuan to complain about their injustice.

"If you win, you win. All the masters who didn't listen to Xunfeng Temple admit it!" This is a spectator who only wins and loses.

"After all, he is a high-ranking disciple of the famous mountain sect, and Daoist Chizhuan is just a bit inferior. You see, fellow Daoist Zhou, who is a casual cultivator like you and me, is so angry!"

Zhou Li's nose almost turned crooked when he heard this.

"Stop arguing, just listen to the two masters, okay?"

It's just that there are different opinions, but no one has ever taken it for granted.

In the end, Taoist Huangmei solved the mystery.

"The monk who kills lives uses the famous Buddhist method of giving and receiving. Those who are not advanced in Buddhism should not use it lightly. Instead, they bear the suffering of illness and torture on behalf of others, and then resolve it with profound Buddhist power."

Taoist Huangmei's words seemed to be rescuing the life-killing monk, but they were actually harboring evil intentions.

Those with shallow cultivation were praising Monk Slaughter for his Dharma cultivation, while those with broad knowledge instantly understood the meaning behind Taoist Huangmei's words.

You are a little novice monk of seventeen or eighteen years old, and you can perform advanced magic techniques such as the method of casting and accepting in a short time. It can't be that they have lived to be dogs at their age. Who can say this? I will believe it!

For a moment, he looked at the little novice with a weird look.

The killing monk also knew that he was not good at winning, but his master's order was hard to disobey, so he reluctantly bowed to Chi Zhuan and Zhou Li, and then went back to the cloud head of Chiguo Temple.

Taoist Chizhuan was a little unhappy at first, returned to Cuijue Rock, and was about to plead guilty to his ancestors, but unexpectedly heard Taoist Huangmei say: "Zhuan'er did a good job this time, and I didn't embarrass Xun Fengguan."

After finishing speaking, he explained the reason, and Chi Zhuan's eyes widened when he heard the words.

Being slapped on by Taoist Huangmei, Zen Master Miaoguang also had troubles and couldn't tell. After all, he was the one who cheated first, so could it be possible that he can't allow others to sarcasm?
He could only cough lightly and change the subject.

"The old man thinks that this son is quite accomplished in medicine, and he also had half a volume of medical books in his early years. Today, he borrowed flowers and presented Buddha to pass it on to your descendants."

I saw a ray of golden light piercing through the clouds over the Chiguo Temple, and landed steadily in front of the Chizhuan Taoist.

The Chi Zhuan just flipped over a little, and then showed a look of overjoy. Seeing this, Taoist Huangmei's complexion just got better.

Seeing that there is no objection from both parties.

Fufengzi sent envoys to take the patients down, and cast a spell to clear away the filthy atmosphere on the stone floor, and then began the second competition—shefu.

Shefu is divination and guessing.

The reason for changing the title is that the word Wangqi is too Taoist, even if it wins, it may make people say that the victory is invincible.

Secondly, it's about a person's fortune, which will change all the time. You have your own rhetoric, and I have my own. It's hard to convince the public, so I just changed it to a straightforward guess.

Whoever guesses closer to the answer is the winner.

Chiguo Temple did not play tricks on the surface this time, and sent out an elderly monk with a sad face, called Su Wen, with a bitter face like someone owed him money.

On the side of Xunfengguan, Li Yan used the little Yuanying escape method, and suddenly appeared on the stone flat, and invisibly overwhelmed Su Wen, and Su Wen's face became even more bitter for a while.

The last one to come on stage was Yuan Guangxian's disciple, who seemed to have received a signal from his master, and looked at Li Yan with an unfriendly expression as soon as he came on stage.

But Li Yan didn't take it to heart.

Fighting skills, after all, is compared to one person's views on supernatural powers and spells. No matter how hard these two people work together, they can't add one person's views to the other.

Li Yanfang mastered two techniques when he entered Taoism, one of which was Qi Wang technique, which is not bad for divination and Kanyu. Besides, he has been taught by Taoist Huangmei in the past two days, and he has improved a lot.

He couldn't help being unconfident.

"There are countless things in the world that can be guessed. Things in the past, present, and future, things in the sky and on the ground, in water and fire, and things in the world can all be guessed."

"Since it's a competition between monks in the mid-stage of qi refining, the methods of calculation, real eyes, and induction are not considered advanced. Why don't you ask the two masters and the master of the great country to take one thing each and put it on a magic weapon that isolates the inside and outside? Next, let the three fellow Taoists guess, how about it?"

Fufengzi told the process of the competition.

"The one who guesses the most numbers wins. If the answer is not too different, the one who is closer wins. All three of them write down the answer on paper, and outsiders are not allowed to help."

"According to fellow Daoist."

Li Yan slowly closed his eyes, and then opened them again, his eyes were already filled with a faint blue color.

　The second update is completed, and the third update seems to be too late~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)