After using the Devouring Gu to devour the evil qi, Uncle Yang did a simple ritual to initially help me stabilize the influence on my body.

But that wasn't enough to completely eradicate the aversion to victory.

This time we met.

Uncle Yang talked to me in detail again.

There are two steps to remove the aversion technique.

It also corresponds to the effect of the operation.

First, uprooting.

This root refers to the damage that is directly caused to my body itself, such as the entry of evil qi into the body, which is considered a root.

If I don't pull out the roots, it won't be long before I become crippled and end up in an extremely miserable end, which is the most annoying part of the aversion to victory.

The second is the mantra pulling.

This spell, like I said above, is a spell for those around me, although it has not yet taken effect.

But Uncle Yang wanted to solve it together for the sake of insurance.

Meantime.

I also want to plant a talisman Gu on my body that can be used to resist evil qi.

If I suffer from the Victory Aversion Technique next time, I can block some of the damage to my body, at least I won't be able to react at all like last time.

Uncle Yang can say that he broke his heart for me.

I am grateful to him.

But he waved his hand and said that it was as it should be.

The 12 national guards, to put it nicely, are national guards.

To be ugly, it is the dead soldier cultivated by the National Teacher's Mansion.

From the moment he was chosen, he lost his life and was destined to give everything for the descendants of the National Teacher's Mansion.

When necessary.

I let them die, and I can't complain.

But I never thought of it that way.

National defense or something.

It has long been the epitome of the dregs of the feudal period.

Why can't I, Yang Chengye, use my own strength to sit in the entire National Teacher's Mansion to protect the mountains and rivers?

An existence like Uncle Yang.

In my heart, it is tantamount to a living relative.

Let him die, I can't do it.

Ten minutes later.

Uncle Yang took me to the basement floor of the dormitory building.

Here, there is a utility room.

Push open the door.

In the four corners of the south, east, west, and northwest, there are ever-bright lanterns.

On the side of the wall, there are dense piles of paper figures.

Straight ahead.

It is an altar of eight immortals.

Candles, yellow paper, seals, tokens and other instruments are placed in an orderly manner, and there is a dark yellow futon in front of the table, and a stick of incense is placed.

"Young master, incense."

"First worship the people of the National Teacher's Mansion."

Uncle Yang's voice was quite serious.

Only then did I realize that on the altar, there were tablets placed in the shape of a mountain, and the top one was naturally Yang Yunsong.

The rest, Li Chunfeng, Li Tang, Li Zhenyu, Yang Guoan.

Five national teachers, neat and tidy.

I took a deep breath, picked up the stick, and held it high above my head.

"Ancestors, please accept Yang Chengye, a descendant of the National Teacher's Mansion!"

"The younger generations are burdened with blood feuds, late bloomers, and there is no future, but in the future, they will definitely restore the National Teacher's Mansion and carry forward the inheritance of the five national teachers!"

"Protection! I! Mountain! River! ”

Word for word.

Sonorous and powerful.

That's because I memorized these words as early as my teenage years.

At that time, in order to remind me of my mission as a descendant of the National Teacher's Mansion, my parents asked me to swear in front of the tablets of my ancestors day and night.

That's what I'm here for.

Three bows and nine bows.

Conduct supreme etiquette.

Looking back, Uncle Yang was already full of old tears.

After being incognito for so long, it is normal for him to react like this.

"Alright."

"Young master, I'll do things for you."

After some scrubbing, Uncle Yang walked up to me.

Taking off his coat, he had already changed into a clean purple robe.

It is the ancestral clothing that symbolizes the barefoot ghost doctor of the Twelve Kingdoms, and there are no wrinkles on it, which shows that it is very well preserved.

If this one is taken out, it is enough to sell for tens of millions of sky-high prices.

Why, no other.

The fabric used was the most famous Jiangnan cloud brocade yarn that year.

In terms of value alone, 12 taels of gold can only buy less than 3 taels of cloud brocade.

Of course.

This is only a rough estimate.

Only the real relatives of the emperor can use the cloud brocade yarn.

If you want to buy it, you can't buy it.

The rest of those who have low status, if they find a finger-long cloud brocade yarn at home, it is the crime of killing the head, and if they hide it to one zhang, they will be punished by the three clans.

In modern times, this kind of silk is already a national treasure.

The twelve national guards of the National Teacher's Mansion each have one such clothing.

Even myself.

There is a national teacher's robe engraved with a python dragon.

But that has long been put away by his parents, and his whereabouts are still unknown.

They told them that they should not put on the clothes of the National Teacher's Mansion at any time before the National Teacher's Mansion was recovered.

Otherwise, go down and apologize to the ancestors.

The process of doing things is not too complicated.

I closed my eyes the whole time, took off my shirt, sat on the futon, and listened to Uncle Yang chanting incantations in my ear that I didn't understand.

From time to time, he would cut a hole on my body with some kind of sharp object and bleed.

The way of ghost medicine is different from ordinary healing methods, and it follows the path of some evil sects, in other words, it is a home remedy in reality.

But these home remedies are all really useful home remedies, and they are the experience summed up by countless predecessors and ghost doctors for nearly thousands of years.

How to cure the root cause, how to cure the root cause.

are well documented.

Therefore, I have great trust in Uncle Yang's methods.

That's it.

After enduring it for almost four or five hours.

Uncle Yang stopped, took a few breaths, and muttered, "Young Master, my body is getting worse and worse." ”

"Come, you put your hand out."

Still not opening my eyes, I handed my right hand out.

A swipe.

I felt like a knife had been cut open in my palm.

The blood flowed slowly, as if something had penetrated into my flesh.

"Sss

I gasped and looked at my hand in surprise.

There, there was a black thing, quickly scurrying around the green tendons, and although I didn't feel any pain, it still itched.

"Uncle Yang, this is ......"

Uncle Yang smiled and said, "Young Master, this is the talisman Gu that I have supported with my flesh and blood for a lifetime, and it will stay in your body for the next few days." ”

"At a critical moment, it can save your life."

"Your talisman Gu?"

I couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly refused: "Uncle Yang, no, I once heard my father say that if the Gu raised on the master's body leaves, then the master's family is equivalent to losing half of his life!" ”

Uncle Yang has given me the rest of his life!

How can I accept it with peace of mind?

But he held my hand, shook his head and said, "Young Master, don't worry, I have my own way to solve the side effects, and losing this talisman Gu will only make my physical condition worse." ”

"But it has been fed by me with poisonous insects and blood all day long, and now it has become a great weapon, and it is left on the young master, I am at peace!"

"Moreover, if it is forced out again, it will definitely die, and the gains outweigh the losses!"

I suppressed my thoughts and sighed.

Can only be accepted.