Don't say that Han Feixue, even Mu Wu and Lan Jianxin are well-informed, and they all agree that this family is powerless.

The other doctors in the Medicine King Valley were even more surprised, people can't be resurrected after death, so every doctor has a scale. Since he is a yin corpse, although his body is still in a soft state and his soul has not yet left his body, he is undoubtedly dead.

Flashbacks are very common, and people have the phenomenon of flashbacks before they die.

The patient, who had been in a coma for a long time, suddenly woke up and even had a brief conversation with a loved one. People who lose their appetite and don't eat or drink will suddenly want to eat.

The phenomenon of "alleviation" of these conditions is an illusion that gives people the illusion that the patient has turned from a critical situation to safety. Experienced doctors can see at a glance that this is a return to the light, a signal for the patient to say goodbye to his loved ones.

But to be able to reduce the situation of death like Long Xianjing to the state of two or three days ago, and it can be delayed by one day. It is already a matter of medical death and survival, rather than pulling the critically ill back from the ghost gate in the traditional sense.

"Jing'er, you are bold in the diagnosis, and I will finish it for you. Dao Mu strode forward, approached Long Xianjing, and gave Long Xianjing courage.

"Is it okay?" Long Xian raised her head suddenly, with a slight trill, nervous, excited, "It's the first time I've used pastoral medicine in the human body, and I'm usually debating medicine and refining ......medicine," she said, turning her gaze to the others.

"No matter what the result is, I, Medicine King Gu, will thank the fairy for his great compassion for their family of three. Han Feixue gave a big bow to Long Xianjing, and the other female disciples followed.

It is said that pastoral power is the gentle power drawn from spiritual power, symbolizing life. They should be healers in the hope of being able to see pastoral medicine, even if they can't use it, they can learn from it.

Mu Wu and Lan Jianxin would not object, but Lan Jianxin was eager to lift all the mysteries on Long Xianjing's body.

Long Xianjing got everyone's consent, but became more nervous and excited. She didn't want to embarrass Burning Dance, and she didn't want to embarrass Daomu.

Long Xianjing's heart was beating wildly, and Dao Mu around her could feel her body trembling slightly. Dao Mu raised his hand and patted Long Xianjing's fragrant shoulder, and a cool breath from Dao Mu's palm soaked into Long Xianjing's body.

Long Xianjing suddenly felt a lot calmer, her brain was cool, and her thoughts were clean and clear. Seeing that she gave Dao Mu a firm gaze, he nodded violently, and then asked Dao Mu to stay away from her.

With a wave of his hand, Dao Mu rolled up the filthy blood and filth in the ward and flew out of the house in a strong wind, and the fire was full of light and turned into flying ashes. Dao Mu retreated to the side, and Long Xianjing began to twist, stepping on her feet, and reciting a mantra with red lips.

After a while, Long Xianjing's body was filled with colorful mist, exuding the fragrance of lotus flowers, with a little bitterness of lotus seeds.

Long Xianjing held her right palm in front of her, forming a bridge to guide the way. Seeing her blowing at the young man's corpse, the colored mist gathered on the bridge of her right hand and rushed towards the young man's corpse.

At the same time that the colored mist soaked into the young man's body, a large amount of black gas overflowed from the seven orifices of the young man. The smell of decay and decay of the corpse became stronger, and it also smelled of feces.

Mu Wu's eyes widened, and when he turned his head to look at Lan Jianxin, he saw Lan Jianxin frowning and nauseating. The two happened to look at each other, with admiration in their surprise, and it was difficult for a doctor to be.

The colorful mist blew away, Long Xianjing's eyes were black, her head was dizzy, her whole body was weak and weak, and she staggered backwards, not even having the strength to make a coquettish voice.

The figure of the Taoist shepherd flickered, and his left hand was like a hook, hooking the waist of the dragon and taking it into his arms. Seeing that his face was solemn, he held Long Xianjing with his left arm, and supported the back of Long Xianjing's head with his left hand, protecting her tightly in his chest.

The right hand was raised, and in a strange position, pressed against the boy's face. The middle finger that cannot be bent is pressed on the center of the eyebrows, the index finger and middle finger are pressed on both eyes, and the thumb and little finger are pressed together on the middle point in front of the nostrils.

Dao Mu's heart moved, and he tweeted, and a golden crow crow. The young man's dantian is like a scorching sun, and the sunlight illuminates the whole body, shaped like golden and transparent glass, and the muscles, bones, and blood can be seen clearly.

Everyone focused on the young man's head, and saw that the dense blood vessels were finer than a spider's web. In the sun, a small half is bright blood red, and it is still flowing. Most of them are black-red, no longer flowing, but wriggling.

Wisps of black qi are as thin as hair, appearing in the same place according to a certain law and a certain trajectory, and then disappearing from another same place.

The human body has qi, not only aura, but also vitality and death.

Dao Mu controlled the air flow, attracting this wisp of black silk, and constantly gathered under Dao Mu's right hand. The black silk wiggles like a worm, entangles with each other, and slowly grows larger.

A quarter of an hour later, it gathered into the size of a pigeon's egg, like an enlarged cocoon.

Dao Mu's face had begun to be covered with fine sweat, but his blood-colored star eyes were even more shining. He didn't stop there, but worked harder.

After another quarter of an hour, beads of sweat the size of soybeans slid down Daomu's face. A trace of it flows into the eyes, a little spicy, a trace of it flows into the nasal cavity, a little choking, a trace of it flows into the corners of the mouth, a little fishy sweet.

Dao Mu closed his eyes, and his spiritual sense probed all parts of the young man's body to make sure there were no more black threads. Then, his mind turned, the air flow wrapped the black silk ball, and the sunlight was wrapped outside the air flow, and Dao Mu jerked his right hand.

The light of the boy's whole body was dim, only the swollen bag the size of a pigeon's egg bulged at the center of his eyebrows was still shining, and the black silk ball was clearly wriggling.

Boom!

The sword was unsheathed and returned to the sheath, so fast that the two sounds overlapped.

WhewW......

The swollen lump cracked, black silk gushed out, and the exposure of anger and air turned into fireworks, which were as fierce as the fire of an iron-making furnace under the blessing of the sun.

Squeak squeak......

The black silk was burned, and it made a rat-like cry, which made everyone's scalps tingle. Black smoke filled the roof of the ward, releasing the fishy stench of rotting dead fish.

When the black silk was burned out, the black smoke lingered on the eaves for a long time, but the fishy smell became stronger and stronger. The young man had a knife wound on his eyebrows, and the blood did not flow, so he saw Sen Sen's forehead and skull.

"Poof!" Dao Mu asked Ah Meng to spit out a mouthful of saliva in the palm of his hand.

"Smack!" A crisp and loud sound sounded, and Dao Mu slapped the young man on the forehead. The whole bamboo bed was groaning "squeak, squeak!"

"Ahh

The pavilion master's daughter and the pavilion master's son-in-law are all here, so Dao Mu should not do anything to desecrate the corpse of the deceased.

Mu Wu on the side also widened his eyes, his eyebrows full of doubts. Do you think Daomu is too much, even if he can't save it, he doesn't have to desecrate other people's corpses, right?

The boy's forehead was red, and the wound began to bleed, and soon the wound healed. Dao Mu's eyes flashed with fire, and it was fleeting. He looked up and saw that the black smoke had dissipated a lot, and his solemn face had eased a lot.

Han Feixue was struggling with whether to open her mouth to question Dao Mu, why she slapped the young man's forehead, and still used the saliva of a young beast. After looking up at the eaves, there was a subtle change in the expression on her face, which made Han Feixue more and more confused.

Han Feixue's words in her heart had reached her throat, and she had not yet spoken out of her mouth. I saw Dao Mu suddenly lower his head and raise his right hand. The forehand was aimed at the right side of the boy's face, "Smack!" and another hard slap.

In an instant, I saw a flash of fire in Dao Mu's eyes. The right side of the boy's face was red and swollen, and the palm print was clearly visible. This time, Dao Mu did not pause, and pointed his backhand at the left side of the young man's face, "Slap!" and slapped him very hard.

Dao Mu's eyes were blazing, and they disappeared again in the blink of an eye. The left side of the boy's face was as red and swollen as the right side of his face, but the palm prints looked a little strange. Dao Mu looked up at the eaves, and the black smoke had dissipated without a trace, leaving the disgusting stench of dead fish corruption.

Seeing this, Han Feixue couldn't hold back any longer, took a big step, and her red lips opened lightly, "Dao Mu, you ......"

Dao Mu didn't wait for her to finish speaking, he raised his hand to interrupt Han Feixue's words, and glanced at Han Feixue, "Give me a jar of spiritual water." ”

"Oh oh oh......" Before Han Feixue could command, she saw a female disciple hurriedly rush out of the ward, and her anxious voice echoed in the room, "Please wait for a while!"

"Dao'er, what do you mean by slapping the corpse in the face?" Mu Wu's curiosity was not weaker than anyone else's, but he didn't have as many scruples as others.

"The reason why the Yin corpse is called the Yin corpse is because the three fires on his body have been extinguished. Dao Mu knew that his behavior was contrary to common sense and shocked the world, "I am rekindling three fires for him, and the yin corpse will return to yang." ”

The disciples of the Medicine King Valley looked at each other, they were healers who healed the living, and it was the first time they had heard of the teachings. I feel that Dao Mu's methods have gone beyond the category of ordinary doctors, and should belong to witch doctors or ghost doctors.

"Lingshui is here!" the voice came from outside the hospital room, followed by a messy footsteps.

This female disciple's head is very flexible, and she asked the male disciple of the Sword Machine Pavilion to carry six jars of spiritual water, which filled the already small ward.

"Not bad, not bad. Daomu approving, while raising his right hand to the nearest water tank.

A whirlwind rises in the center of the water tank, and the whirlwind rolls up the spiritual water and levovers it above the boy's corpse, the size of which matches the bamboo bed.

Dao Mu's right hand was glowing, and in an instant, the spiritual water was "gurgling" boiling and emitting white gas. Dao Mu's mind moved, and the flowing wind brought the spiritual water ball to the bottom, wrapping the corpse and the bamboo bed together.

Mu Wu could feel the boiling heat of the white qi standing in the distance, and he couldn't help but attach it to Lan Jianxin's ear, "Your precious nephew is more perverted than another, first he slapped the dead, and now he is even more ruthless, scalding people to death with hot water!" said this, and couldn't help but shudder.

"Shut up, look at it!" Lan Jianxin was nervous, she intuitively felt that it was a critical moment, and she thought that it had something to do with the rotting stench of dead fish that quickly dissipated in the air.

Timing!

In the hot and smoking spiritual water, the young man's body trembled violently, and a large amount of white gas was swayed from the spiritual water ball, and then he opened his eyes suddenly.

Crash!

The boiling hot spiritual water spilled violently on the ground, and the white gas was steaming, filling the entire pharmacy. The stench of rotting dead fish is gone, save for the damp smell of boiling water scorching the floor.

"Huh?!" the boy let out a comfortable moan.

Whoa......

The commotion and uproar in the ward spread to the entire Medicine King Valley.

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