"I see." Guo Dacheng suddenly realized, and then became a little embarrassed, "But...... Shall I do this? Brother Zhou Ming's injuries are very serious, even if they invite Ghost Doctor Xue, they may not be able to cure it, in case they ...... I mean, if Brother Zhou Ming has three long and two short, Qingfeng Dao will be long...... Am I not lying to him? ”

"Amitabha...... The monks don't talk nonsense, this matter is still up to Master Guo Shi, if you can teach an apprentice like Master Wu, presumably Qingfeng Daoist is also a kind-hearted person, even if you deceive him, he will not blame you. Master Huikong pronounced a Buddha horn and said in a deep voice.

"Okay then...... I try to be as tactful as possible, so as not to scare the Qingfeng Dao Chief. Guo Dacheng thought about it again and again, and finally agreed, but then he seemed to remember something and asked, "But, when will the Qingfeng Dao Leader wake up?" ”

"You kid come with me......" Master Fan glanced at Guo Dacheng and immediately walked towards the other room.

The furnishings in this room are very simple, there are two wooden beds, very close to each other, one is lying on Zhou Ming, and the other is lying on the Qingfeng Dao, in addition to these two wooden beds, there are two meditating futons on the ground, and there is a small table with a tea set next to it, and there is nothing else.

As soon as you enter this room, you can smell a strong smell of herbs.

Guo Dacheng didn't come to this room once or twice, every time he saw those two futons, he wondered, there were only these two beds inside and outside this room, and they let Qingfeng Dao Chang and Zhou Ming sleep, so where did Master Fan rest? Could it be that his old man doesn't sleep and can't meditate every day?

Without waiting for Guo Dacheng to figure out this, Master Lifan walked straight to the side of the Qingfeng Daoist, summoned the little Zen monk on the side, and helped the Qingfeng Daoist carefully help him sit up.

"Zen heart, after a while, Uncle Ancestor will open up the muscles and veins of this old way, and you will send him true qi, and we will wake up this old way together." Master Lifan said to the little monk of Zen heart.

"Okay, Uncle Shizu." As he spoke, the little monk of Zen Heart had gently raised the hands of the Qingfeng Dao Chief.

Master Lifan sat behind the Qingfeng Dao Chief, and pinched a few special handprints with a solemn expression, which were pointed on several big points on the back of the Qingfeng Dao Chief.

Over there, the little monk with a Zen heart first stretched out his hand and patted the chest of the Qingfeng Dao Chief, and saw that the Qingfeng Dao Chief's body shook, the muscles on his face trembled slightly, and the Taoist robe on his body seemed to be poured into the wind and bulged slightly.

Then, the little monk of Zen Heart grabbed the two palms of the Qingfeng Dao Leader and began to transmit true qi into his body, while Master Lifan kept patting several large acupoints on the back of the Qingfeng Dao Chief.

There was about half a pillar of incense, and with a weak cough for a while, and then he spit out a mouthful of black blood that had accumulated in his chest, and finally slowly opened his eyes.

When he first opened his eyes, Qingfeng Daochang's eyes were blurry, as if they were separated by a thick layer of fog, and he could see hazy and hazy, but he saw a few vague figures in front of him.

At this time, Guo Dacheng had already poured warm water for a night, handed it to the little monk of Zen Heart, and fed it to the head of Qingxu Dao little by little.