Looking at Zhao Chen's 'shy' appearance, Yan Murong thought, since you didn't make it, why did you make it so sensational?

However, Yan Murong was still a little moved by Zhao Chen's inexplicable apprentice, although the chicken soup was not made by her, at least she also ran dozens of miles of mountain roads to buy a chicken and came back - not to mention that this chicken was still killed and plucked by her.

"You're going to give me soup?" Yan Murong looked at the chicken soup in the lunch box that was not even a little meat scrap except for a little green onion, and asked depressedly.

"You want to eat?" Zhao Chen shook his head and said. "No, your body is too weak now, it's better to drink some soup, I'm afraid you won't digest it if you eat too much."

People are Taoists, I am fish and meat, Yan Murong is now similar to the fish on the chopping board, he has no strength at all, and he can't help others, so he has to drink the chicken soup that Zhao Chen fed to his mouth with a depressed face.

After eating and drinking, Yan Murong felt that his body was also a little stronger, so he took out the phone from his pocket, pressed the number in his mind, and dialed it.

"Boy, do you miss your master and me? I haven't had a phone call for so long, and I thought you died on a woman's belly. As soon as the phone was connected, a giggling voice came from inside.

"How do you know it's me?"

"Why can't I know it's you? - You kid, you don't usually let out a fart, and you don't know how to care about your master and me, but now you remember to call when you have something? ”

"You got it?" Yan Murong was even more surprised, this old man was cating in the mountains every day, and he even knew that something was wrong here.

"Nonsense, I don't want to know, but now that's what is on TV and on the radio, and I don't want to listen to it and drill it into my ears."

"Where are you?" Yan Murong asked directly.

"Outside—but let me tell you first, don't expect me to help you, you're a genius, and if I'm not mistaken, you've been able to use the fourth shot by now, right?"

"I can't hide anything from you." Yan Murong pursed his lips, but he was very depressed in his heart.

This old man, all day long is the mountains and wandering around, the news is very well-informed, his own ghost door eight needles can be fully proficient in the third needle before going down the mountain, and there has been a little progress recently, although the fourth needle is not very proficient, but at least it can be used reluctantly.

"Want to hide it from me? Ha ha. The other person on the phone laughed triumphantly. I know exactly how long your kid's life is, let alone anything else. ”

"Old man, didn't I say you, don't you want to be a face, I'm a big man, you just peek at me taking a shower, and you always talk about it-I don't know, I think you have any special habits." Yan Murong sighed helplessly.

"Fart, you have a special fetish." There was a roar on the phone, then silence again.

"Boy, I'll tell you, I know the purpose of your call-I'll tell you the truth, you can't, and I can't, unless-"

"Unless what? Do you have a way? Yan Murong's eyes lit up.

He knows what kind of person the old man is, although he is not good, but he is very rigorous in his work, and he has always been a person who says the same, what he can do is what he can, and what he can't do is not good. Since he used the words "unless", he must have a way.

"I've got a, I mean, unless you can use the fifth shot - you remember what the fifth shot was called, right?"

"Ghost needle, the fifth needle of yin and yang?" Yan Murong asked in surprise.

"That's right, it's the fifth needle, only the fifth needle may be able to do it - yin and yang change, even if someone who has just died can revive him, let alone not dead."

Hearing this answer, Yan Murong was deflated.

The fourth needle was barely used, and the energy in his body was simply not enough to support a full fourth needle - the fifth needle was just a legend.

There are eight needles in the ghost gate, there are a total of eight needles, but there are only five needles recorded, and the old man can only use the fourth needle in half his life, but he has never touched the threshold of the fifth needle, not to mention Yan Murong, with his current age, it is already a miracle that he can barely use the fourth needle.

"Old man, isn't there any mention of this disease in that book?"

"I don't know." The old man didn't think about it, so he said. "There's no mention of this condition, but a similar one has been recorded."

"Really?" Yan Murong was overjoyed, maybe there was a certain connection between the two.

"Do I have to lie to you?" The old man said unhappily. "You little rabbit cub went up the mountain at the age of ten, old man, I worked hard to feed you with a handful of and urine, what do you have that I don't know? What good do I do if I lie to you? ”

"Wait." Yan Murong hurriedly stopped. "Old man, you're starting to be serious again—can't you change the word? Is that called pulling? Feed me a handful of and a handful of pee? Co-author: I've been eating that stuff for so many years to live so big? ”

"Poof!"

Zhao Chen, who was still holding a lunch box on the side, finally couldn't help laughing, but after thinking about it, how to say that Yan Murong was also her master - although he hadn't taught her anything, it was not good to laugh at the master. What if Yan Murong is unhappy and expels himself from the sect again?

"Almost." The old man thought for a moment and said. "There is a record of a disease similar to this in the "Green Capsule Sutra", but except for the appearance of blood spots on the body, the previous symptoms are completely absent, and this is a disease transmitted through animal feces."

"How?" Yan Murong didn't care about the difference, and asked directly.

In the current situation, it is a dead horse as a live horse doctor, he does not treat it, the other party is dead, he treats, and maybe there is hope to live.

"You really want to know?"

"Gotta give it a try."

"Then you can try." The old man didn't refuse, and directly explained the treatment on the phone.

"Is this saving people?" Listening to the treatment method that the old man said, Yan Murong almost dropped his jaw in shock. "Old man, you're not fooling me, are you? How do I feel like it's more like killing someone? ”

"Pretty much." The old man said. "Saving people and killing people is a matter of thought - I haven't tried it, it's recorded in the book, and that's what I told you, it's up to you whether you want to do it or not."

"Damn, if you talk for a long time, it's in vain."

"Then let's just don't hear it." The old man said. "Okay, I'm busy, so I'll hang up."

"Dead old man, don't even say goodbye." Yan Murong grabbed the mobile phone that had already heard a busy sound and said depressedly.