"By the way, how did Master Jiang know that the little monk had been to the Wujian Hall?" Zhou Yang wondered.

"The apprentice's technique, the old man is very familiar with it, there is a residue of Zilan in the clouds in your body, this kind of prescription that can remove the side effects of the pill, as well as stabilize the realm in a short period of time, is unique to the Wujian Hall. Jiang Shengshou said.

"The purple lan in the clouds and the wild pu yin and yang grass form a decoction, this kind of medicine is common!" Zhou Yang was still puzzled, how could this common prescription be unique to Wujitang?

"Hehe, presumably in addition to these two main herbs, Qin Ming also asked you to add the other two herbs, right?" Jiang Shengshou said with a smile.

"Yes, there are two flavors of white wind and black wild grass. Zhou Yang nodded.

"Adding the White Wind and the Black Wild Grass is my original creation. In addition, this prescription also requires soaking in warm water for half an hour before it can be boiled in the oven. Jiang Shengshou said again.

"Exactly. Zhou Yang nodded hurriedly.

"Alright, wait for me to completely remove the hidden disease for you. Jiang Shengshou is colored.

"There's a Rao Jiang donor. Zhou Yang sat down cross-legged, completely retracted his mind, and waited for healing.

Jiang Shengshou took out the silver needles again and stabbed them into the twelve big points on Zhou Yang's head one by one.

At first, Zhou Yang felt some pain, but then he felt that twelve streams of cool qi flowed into the Shentai, then infiltrated into the sea of knowledge, and finally dissipated into the invisible.

At this time, the white mist above Zhou Yang's head was rising, curling endlessly.

After about two pillars of incense, the white mist no longer rises. Subsequently, Jiang Shengshou removed the silver needles one by one.

This is not over, he asked Zhou Yang to strip off his shirt, and then apply silver needles.

This time, there were as many as forty-nine silver needles, distributed on Zhou Yang's chest and back.

After more than half an hour, Jiang Shengshou removed the silver needle again, and then said to Zhou Yang: "Do you have an antidote?"

Zhou Yang was stunned, isn't this to remove the hidden dangers in the Shentai, where is the antidote?

But after an instant, he came to his senses and said busily: "That antidote can only relieve nine days. ”

"That's right, if you don't have an antidote, you can't survive what you are now. After Jiang Shengshou finished speaking, he asked Zhou Yang to take an antidote.

"This poison is very peculiar, and my husband can't name it, but it must be a master, and the old man's medical skills are shallow, and he can't do anything about it. However, through the method of pricking the acupuncture points with silver needles, it can prolong the seizure time. Jiang Shengshou said.

Zhou Yang was disappointed for a while when he heard this, he thought that Jiang Shengshou would find out the poison in him, and he would be able to rejuvenate it and cure it completely, but he didn't expect that even the famous him couldn't do anything.

"How long can it be relieved?" Zhou Yang asked helplessly.

"It can be delayed for up to fifteen days. ”

"Oh. He was even more disappointed.

"This is exactly what the old man thinks is strange, with your cultivation, how can you offend such a master? even if you do, why don't they kill you, but just plant this poison?" Jiang Shengshou was even more puzzled.

"It's to force me to do things!" Zhou Yang squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, his eyes flashed with coldness, and there was still a little bit of a monk's appearance.

Jiang Shengshou nodded and said, "And there is still a time limit, right?"

"Exactly. ”

"That's right. But before he finished his words, the realization was that you are not a Buddha at all.

However, everyone has their own secrets, and he is not bothered to ask more.

"Thank you seniors for saving your life!" At this moment, the injured man who had fainted also woke up and bowed deeply to Jiang Shengshou.

"Fellow Daoists, please get up, in fact, it is this master who really saves you. Jiang Sheng's hand lifted the man.

"It turned out to be the master, you saved me again!" the man turned to Zhou Yang, his eyes full of gratitude.

"Are you...... By the way, the little monk remembered, you are the benefactor of the seventeenth ship!" Zhou Yang was stunned for a moment, and then finally understood why he looked familiar.

"So you know each other?" Jiang Shengshou said.

"Yes, we fought against the enemy on the same warship. By the way, let me introduce you, the one who saved you is Jiang Shengshou Jiang Shizhu. Zhou Yang nodded, and then introduced.

"It turned out to be Senior Jiang, and the junior thanked Senior Jiang for his great kindness again!"

"Fellow Daoists, please get up!" Jiang Shengshou helped the man up.

"Amitabha, little donor, these are three Buddha pills, which are of some use to this friend of yours, so take them." While the three of them were talking, a white-haired old monk came to Zhou Yang's side, holding a brocade box in his hand, while his eyes looked at Yin Donglian not far away.

"Amitabha, thank you Master Suxin!" Zhou Yang was stunned at first, and then he also praised the Buddha's name, and respectfully took the brocade box, but he was a little vigilant in his heart.

"Master, this friend of the little monk is indeed a demon cultivator, but his heart is not bad. Zhou Yang then explained.

He understood that Master Suxin had seen the identity of Yin Dong's demon cultivator, and the pill he gave him must have been used to suppress demonic nature.

"Hehe, why do you think you are a demon? The heart is not pure, ordinary is helped, and you are a demon in danger!" Master Suxin's words made Zhou Yang's heart feel a pang.

His meaning is very clear, control the demon cultivator, he may give in temporarily, and he can also help you. But when it comes to a moment of crisis, especially when he is extremely weak, the nature of the demon cultivator will appear, and he will even turn against his master.

"The master's teachings, the little monk must be kept in mind!" Zhou Yang sincerely thanked the monk this time.

"Hehe, the little donor is kind-hearted, and there will be good fortune in the future. Today, Lao Na will send you an auspicious word: The little benefactor Yintang is red, his eyes are brilliant, and there will be good things in the near future!" Master Suxin smiled faintly, and then drifted away after speaking.

"Yin Tang is red, is this blood good!" Zhou Yang wiped his forehead with his hand, and couldn't help but roll his eyes, he didn't have a good airway.

This old monk, no matter how he talks, he doesn't know how to tune in.

"Hehe, if you don't die in a catastrophe, there will be a blessing in the future, maybe the master will really have something good to come!" Jiang Shengshou also smiled.

Zhou Yang scratched his bald head, very disapproving.

"Yin Dong Lian, what's wrong with you?" At this time, Demon Cultivator Yin Dong Lian also opened his eyes and was looking at them, while Zhou Yang asked with concern.

"Master, I'm fine. Yin Donglian shook his head, his tone was very slow, and he looked a little sluggish.

"Master Jiang Shi, this is Yin Dong Lian. Dong Lian, I haven't seen Jiang Shizhu yet. Zhou Yang introduced.

"I've seen Jiang Daoyou. Yin Donglian bowed slightly and said slowly.

"Oh. Jiang Shengshou glanced at him, and his brows couldn't help frowning, as if he also saw the identity of this person's demon cultivator.

"The master is still injured and needs to be recuperated. There are still injured people over there, the old man will go and get busy first, and we will talk again when we have time. Jiang Shengshou said to Zhou Yang.

"Okay, when there is time, the little monk will definitely ask Master Jiang for advice. By the way, these elixir donors will use it. Zhou Yang didn't keep it, but took out a few pills and handed them to Jiang Shengshou.