Tianshi travels in the clouds, returns to the mountain and finds that his home has been stolen

Chapter 4 This child is extraordinary
[This is so nonsense, it turned out to be true! 】

[If you say that other people are acting, I still believe it. Daoist Haiqiu will definitely not be able to act in such a capacity! 】

【Who dares to let Daoist Priest Haiqiu act? I'm afraid he will be torn apart by those big men who have received the kindness of Daoist Priest! 】

【In that case, that child is really a heavenly master! 】

Taoist Haiqiu dragged his sick body to greet him respectfully, and no one doubted Zhang Pingan's identity as a celestial master anymore.

[But, how did you become a celestial master at such a young age? 】

[I heard that in some sects, the position of celestial master can be inherited. I am afraid this child's position of celestial master is inherited! 】

[Fuck!Isn't this nonsense, strength and status do not match at all, why should one be a celestial master? 】

[What kind of Chinese culture, isn't this a pure bad habit!I think the position of celestial master should be occupied by capable people! 】

Although no one questioned the identity of Zhang Pingan's Celestial Master in the barrage, more questions were thrown out by netizens.

Most people think that the young Zhang Ping'an is not worthy of being a heavenly master at all.

After all, no matter how you look at it, you are a ten-year-old child, how can you take on such a heavy responsibility!

Zhang Pingan didn't know his identity. With the live broadcast of the Sinology trip, there was an uproar on the Internet.

Looking at the old and haggard Haiqiu at this moment, Zhang Ping'an also showed a trace of compassion on his calm face.

"Xiaoqiuzi, I haven't seen you for four years, why are you here?"

Zhang Ping'an spoke, walked quickly to Haiqiu's side, and helped Haiqiu up.

Being supported by Zhang Ping'an himself, two old tears flowed down Haiqiu's excited face.

"Tianshi, I'm sorry for you! I failed to fulfill your entrustment and take good care of Fangshan Temple!"

The tearful Haiqiu blamed himself in a hoarse voice.

Haiqiu's self-blame made Zhang Pingan's heart ache even more.

"Now that I'm back, just leave the matter of the observation to me. Your task now is to recuperate well."

While comforting Zhang Pingan, he helped Haiqiu onto the bed.

"Lie down well first, I'll check your pulse now, don't talk!"

Seeing that Haiqiu still wanted to speak, Zhang Ping'an's tone was slightly higher.

After hearing Zhang Ping'an's words, Haiqiu had no choice but to close his mouth obediently, and lay flat on the bed.

Seeing that Haiqiu was lying down, Zhang Ping'an stretched out his tender little hand to rest on his left wrist.

This funny scene was naturally captured by a dedicated cameraman.

【Haha, I read that right, this kid, this kid is actually taking a pulse? 】

[I'm afraid this posture is not learned from TV, the movement looks like that, but does he know what a pulse is? 】

[Such a little brat knows the pulse of a chicken feather. I am a medical student. Without a few years of precipitation, I can't even enter the door! 】

[That's right, if you want to become a master of medicine, you can't practice medicine without more than ten years of study. Even if this child started learning from the womb, he is not qualified enough! 】

[These Taoist priests are also strange, big-hearted, so seriously ill that they don't send a child to the hospital and make a kid laugh here. 】

[Moderator, you'd better persuade her to send her to the hospital as soon as possible. If this continues, I'm afraid it will delay the best time for treatment! 】

The barrage was full of strong irony.

Although people believed Zhang Ping'an's identity as a celestial master, it did not mean that they fully believed in Zhang Ping'an's strength.

In their eyes, Zhang Ping'an has simply changed from a child to a child with a high status.

How could such a young child understand medical skills?

Looking at the questioning and mocking bullet screens, Lin Meng's face also showed some embarrassment.

In fact, she did not believe that such a young child could be medical.

But it's not easy for her to step forward and interrupt Zhang Pingan's diagnosis and treatment.

After all, she was at the scene, so she knew that the respect that Taoist Haiqiu had for this child's celestial master just now was absolutely from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, Zhang Ping'an also finished feeling the pulse, and his brows were furrowed tightly on his handsome face.

"Tianshi, I know that my body is hopeless, so you don't need to waste your mind."

"I'm sorry for you, it's a great honor to see you, the Heavenly Master, before you die!"

On the bed, Haiqiu was talking hoarsely, trying to get up again.

Zhang Pingan quickly reached out to stabilize Haiqiu.

"Who said your illness is hopeless, with me here today, you can just rest in peace and recuperate!"

[This kid is too crazy, dare to say anything? 】

[The old Taoist has been cultivating himself for decades, but he still doesn't know his own situation! 】

[Sure enough, he is a celestial master born under bad habits. He has no strength, but he is full of arrogance. 】

【Oh, what a joke. Priest Haiqiu is considered a master of the generation. How could he entrust his wealth and life to this child? 】

In the barrage, more and more people ridiculed, all of whom did not believe that Zhang Ping'an could really cure illnesses.

Zhang Pingan didn't know that there were so many people questioning him at this time.

At this time, his mind was spinning rapidly, and he was making the best diagnosis and treatment plan based on Haiqiu's condition.

"The pulse has yin and yang, and those who know yang know yin, and vice versa. The so-called yin is true hidden. Those who see it are defeated, and they will die!"

"Xiaoqiuzi, your pulse is the lack of Qi and blood caused by the inharmony of yin and yang."

Zhang Pingan slowly mentioned the cause of Haiqiu, and in his mind, a treatment plan was formed.

But he didn't know that what he said made Lin Meng and the cameraman behind him stand still in place.

They seemed to understand every word Zhang Pingan said.

But to form a paragraph, they don't know the meaning at all, but they feel a kind of unfathomable feeling.

Lin Meng subconsciously looked at the barrage, there are so many people in the live broadcast room, there must be someone who knows what to do, right?

As Lin Meng expected, the live broadcast room was immediately boiling because of Zhang Pingan's casual words.

【What the hell is this kid talking about? 】

[I didn't understand it at all, but I felt very awesome. 】

[Is there any expert in medicine, can you come out and explain what it means? 】

[I am a medical student, although I am not a master, but I can probably hear that these remarks are from ancient books! 】

[I analyzed what he said word by word, and found that I really understand Taoist Haiqiu's illness a little bit! 】

[Fuck, it's true!Why do I feel that the more I talk about it, the more mysterious it becomes? 】

【According to this meaning, this little celestial master really understands medicine? 】

After Zhang Ping'an thought for a while, he stretched out his hand to the little Taoist priest beside him.

"Paper here! Pen here!"

Zhang Pingan spread his hands, and Bo Chen who was waiting at the side quickly brought a pen and paper from the other side of the Daoist room.

I saw Zhang Pingan took the pen and paper, and began to write in a fluttering manner.

"Bupleurum, Anemarrhena, Gujingcao, Vitex, Ginger, five cents each, raspberry one cent, boiled and taken, can replenish Qi and blood!"

Leaving aside the prescriptions Zhang Pingan prescribed, just this flamboyant calligraphy has crushed too many people.

[Is this word too silky?Is this really a ten-year-old kid? 】

[Yeah, although I don't know what the prescription is, but this brush calligraphy is impossible to achieve without several years of practice! 】

[That's right, and I've never seen the method of writing in it!what font is this? 】

The barrage is full of discussions about Zhang Ping'an.

They can only discuss calligraphy and don't know anything about prescriptions.

And at this moment, in a high-end villa in Rongcheng.

An old man looked at the live broadcast on his mobile phone seriously.

At this time, a girl with a hot figure walked in and glanced at the contents of the old man's phone.

"Grandpa, this is the first time you don't study your medical books, you study mobile phones instead!"

The hot girl said with a little teasing.

"Go, go, go, in this live broadcast, it is really possible to learn things that cannot be learned in books!"

The old man waved his hand impatiently, but his eyes were still fixed on the screen.

Then his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help nodding his head in praise.

"This flavor of raspberry is just the finishing touch, it's a wonderful pen! Why didn't I think of it!"

"This son is extraordinary, this son is extraordinary!"

"Qianqian, book a ticket for me, I'm going to Fangshan Temple! I'm going to visit Fangshan Temple in person!"

(End of this chapter)