I am an insect

Ji Ye knew that the City God was also known as the City God, a local deity in folk legends. In ancient times, at the end of the year, the emperor would worship eight gods who protected agriculture after the harvest, a ceremony known as the "Eight Sacrifices".

The so-called "Eight La" refers to eight categories: "Xian Se" (Shennong), "Si Se", "Nong", "You Biao Zhu", "Mao Hu", "Fang", "Shui Yong", and "Chong Kun". Among them, "Shui Yong" is the City God.

The City God was originally a building deity, later regarded as a guardian deity protecting the local area, and now he has become a deity in charge of the underworld, so few people hang his portrait in their homes.

"Where are you injured? Let me see." Old Qin looked at Ji Ye's left shoulder and somewhat twisted left arm, his brows furrowing slightly. "It seems like the injury is quite serious."

The old woman said, "Old Qin, I'm leaving him in your care. Don't lose him. I have some things to take care of, but I'll be right back."

"Don't worry," Old Qin nodded.

Ji Ye watched the old woman leave, guessing that she had gone to deal with the corpses of those in white hats.

Now that the old lady isn't here, it's a good opportunity to slip away.

However, he quickly dismissed the idea. The old woman's instructions to Lao Qin were strange. She said not to lose the person, which seemed to be implying something. Could it be that Lao Qin was not a simple character either?

Or perhaps the old woman deliberately left to test whether he would take the opportunity to escape?

From his current perspective, Old Qin was indeed just an ordinary old man. Could it be that he was just overthinking things?

While Ji Ye was deep in thought, Lao Qin had already cut open his left sleeve, exposing his entire left arm.

"The bone is broken..." Old Qin gently stroked Ji Ye's swollen and twisted left arm, muttering, "But it's not serious..."

"Come with me to the inner room," Old Qin said, leading Ji Ye through the main hall and into the inner room.

The scent of herbs wafted from the room. Ji Ye went inside and found a single bed, with bottles and jars on both sides, as well as several bottles of medicinal wine.

Old Qin had him sit on the single bed, and first gently massaged his left arm, slowly setting his broken bone.

"Remember not to move your left arm..."

Ji Ye nodded, indicating that he understood.

Then Lao Qin took out silver needles and, following some acupoints on his left arm, continuously twisted the silver needles and slowly inserted them.

Ji Ye also knew some ancient medicine and knew that this was acupuncture, a technique in ancient medicine. It involves inserting needles into the patient's body at a certain angle and using techniques such as twisting and lifting to stimulate specific parts of the body to achieve the purpose of treating diseases. The insertion point is called acupoint, or simply acupoint. According to ancient medical theory, there are 361 acupoints in the human body.

Moxibustion, on the other hand, involves burning or fumigating certain acupoints on the body surface with moxa cones or moxa sticks, using heat stimulation to prevent and treat diseases.

The combination of acupuncture and moxibustion is called acupuncture and moxibustion.

Soon, his entire left arm was covered with silver needles, especially around the fractured bone, where at least twenty or thirty needles were inserted.

Ji Ye sat quietly, using his mental senses to feel where Old Qin's silver needles had been inserted.

Strangely enough, the places where the silver needles were inserted began to feel as if streams of scalding heat were flowing in. As Old Qin finished administering the acupuncture, these scalding heat streams converged and concentrated at the site of the fracture in his left arm.

The mental energy within his body, influenced by these silver needles, also continuously converged towards the fracture of his bones.

"This old Qin is quite skilled. I never imagined that this small village would be full of hidden talents. Not only is there a powerful old woman, but there is also a hidden ancient medical master. How come I've never heard of him before?"

While Ji Ye was deep in thought, Old Qin finished administering the acupuncture and took away the silver needles one by one. He then took out several bottles and jars and a long piece of white gauze. When he opened these bottles and jars, Ji Ye smelled a peculiar odor that was both foul and fragrant.

Some bottles and jars smelled bad, while others smelled nice. When these smells mixed together, they created a strange and peculiar odor.

Old Qin took out a wooden spoon and scraped out some yellow or black gelatinous substances from these bottles and jars, carefully applying them to the gauze.

At this moment, Lao Qin looked serious and focused. Ji Ye saw him constantly adding or subtracting substances, clearly indicating that these gelatinous substances needed to be added according to different proportions.

After applying the gelatinous substance, he took out an oil lamp, lit it, and held the gauze over the lamp to heat the gelatinous substance.

About five minutes later, he carefully wrapped the baked gelatinous substance, along with gauze, around the broken bone in Ji Ye's arm. Then he took several splints and used them to immobilize Ji Ye's left arm.

As the gel-like substance was applied, Ji Ye felt a burning pain at first on the wound in his left arm, which then slowly turned into a warm current. His left arm felt like it was soaking in warm water, which was indescribably comfortable. After that, the warm current slowly turned into an itch, and his left arm itch in waves.

Ji Ye was somewhat surprised. This itching usually occurs when a wound is about to heal. How could this medicine have such an amazing effect?

Afterwards, Lao Qin led him to a guest room, which was simply furnished with only a bed, a table, and a chair.

"Rest well here tonight. Normally, a broken bone takes at least three months to heal, but here, that time can be halved."

Old Qin smiled, looking quite pleased with himself.

"Thank you." Ji Ye nodded to him, then slowly closed his eyes.

Old Qin seemed very talkative and originally wanted to chat with Ji Ye more, but seeing that Ji Ye didn't seem to want to talk, he could only leave and closed the door for him.

Ji Ye didn't know if he was secretly watching from outside the door, but that didn't matter to him. What mattered was that he had to seize every second and become stronger.

He immediately sat cross-legged on the bed and, according to the special cultivation method recorded in the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic, began to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and guided it into his body according to his breathing.

He has now reached the second stage of adult insect and is slowly entering a meditative state. Ji Ye's sensitivity to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has become stronger, and his speed of energy transfer has also become faster.

As the spiritual energy of heaven and earth continued to converge on Ji Ye, his spiritual perception gradually became stronger. He was in a state of selflessness and unconsciousness. In Ji Ye's perception, this brick and tile house was shrouded in dense spiritual energy.

Ji Ye suddenly woke up and opened his eyes. In just a short time of cultivation, he vaguely felt that he had improved. Not only that, his left arm was also getting itchier and itchier, which was a sign that the bone was growing and healing.

"This village is strange..." Ji Ye murmured softly, slowly got out of bed, and looked out the window.

During his cultivation just now, he felt that the village was surrounded by a strong spiritual energy, which was much more concentrated than in other places.