[This is so nonsense, it turns out to be true! 】

[If you want to say that others are acting, I still believe that Haiqiu Daoist will definitely not act with such an identity! ] 】

[Who dares to let Haiqiu Dao Chang act, I'm afraid that he will be torn alive by those big people who inherit the kindness of Dao Chang! ] 】

[In that case, that little kid is really a heavenly master! ] 】

Daoist Haiqiu dragged the sick body to greet him respectfully, and no one doubted the identity of Zhang Ping'an's Heavenly Master anymore.

[But, how did you become a Heavenly Master at such a young age? 】

[I heard that in some sects, the position of Heavenly Master can be inherited, I am afraid that the position of Heavenly Master of this child is inherited! 】

【it!】 Isn't this nonsense, strength and status don't match at all, why should you be a heavenly master? 】

[What kind of Chinese culture, isn't this a pure bad habit! ] I think that the position of Heavenly Master still needs to be inhabited by capable people! 】

Although no one questioned the identity of Zhang Ping'an's Heavenly Master in the barrage, more questions were thrown out by netizens.

Most people feel that the young Zhang Ping'an is not worthy of becoming a heavenly master at all.

After all, no matter how you look at it, he is a ten-year-old child, how can he take on such a heavy responsibility!

Zhang Ping'an didn't know his identity, and this incident caused an uproar on the Internet with the live broadcast of the trip to Chinese culture.

At this moment, looking at the old face and shaped like a withered mound, a trace of compassion also appeared on Zhang Ping'an's calm face.

"Xiaoqiuzi, I haven't seen you for four years, why are you here!"

As Zhang Ping'an spoke, he walked quickly to Haiqiu's side and helped Haiqiu up.

was picked up by Zhang Ping'an's own hand, and two old tears crossed Haiqiu's excited face.

"Heavenly Master, I'm sorry for you! I failed to complete your entrustment, and I didn't take care of Fang Shanguan! ”

The tearful dune blamed himself in a hoarse voice.

Haiqiu's self-blame made Zhang Ping'an's heart ache even more.

"Now that I'm back, I'll leave the affairs of the temple to me, and your task now is just to take care of your illness."

Zhang Ping'an comforted him while helping Haiqiu to the bed.

"You lie down first, I'll give you a pulse now, don't speak!"

Seeing that Haiqiu still wanted to speak, Zhang Ping'an's tone was slightly higher.

Listening to Zhang Ping'an's words, Haiqiu had to obediently close his mouth and lie flat on the bed.

Seeing Haiqiu lying down, Zhang Ping'an stretched out his white and tender little hand and put it on his left wrist.

This funny scene was naturally filmed by a dedicated videographer.

[Haha, I'm not mistaken, this kid, this kid is actually diagnosing the pulse? 】

[I'm afraid this posture didn't learn from TV, the movements are like that, but does he know what a pulse is? 】

[Such a little kid, I know the pulse of chicken feathers, I am studying medicine, and without a few years of precipitation, I can't even enter the door! 】

[That's right, if you want to become a medical master, you can't practice medicine without more than ten years of study, even if this child starts learning from the mother's womb, it's not qualified enough! ] 】

[These Taoist priests are also wonderful, with big hearts, and if they are so seriously ill, they don't send them to the hospital and let a child be funny here. 】

[Host, you'd better go and persuade you to send to the hospital as soon as possible, if you continue like this, I'm afraid you will delay the best treatment time!] 】

The barrage was full of mockery.

Although people believe in Zhang Ping'an's identity as a celestial master, it does not mean that they fully believe in Zhang Ping'an's strength.

In their eyes, Zhang Ping'an simply changed from a child to a child with a high status.

How could such a young child understand medical skills?

Looking at the barrage with doubts and sarcasm, Lin Meng's face also showed some embarrassment.

She didn't believe that such a young child could heal.

But it was not good for her to directly step forward to interrupt Zhang Ping'an's diagnosis and treatment.

After all, she was at the scene, and she knew that Daoist Haiqiu's respect for this child Heavenly Master just now was definitely from the heart.

At this time, Zhang Ping'an also completed the pulse, and the brows on his handsome face were tightly locked.

"Heavenly Master, I know my body myself, it's hopeless, you don't have to bother with it."

"I'm sorry for you, it's already a great honor to see Heavenly Master again before returning to heaven!"

On the bed, Haiqiu spoke hoarsely and struggled to get up.

Zhang Ping'an hurriedly stretched out his hand to stabilize Haiqiu.

"Who said that this disease is incurable, with me today, you just need to recuperate with peace of mind!"

[This kid is too crazy, doesn't he dare to say anything? 】

[The old Taoist priest has been cultivating himself for decades, and his own situation is still unclear! ] 】

[Sure enough, it is a heavenly master born under bad habits, and he has no strength, but he is arrogant and arrogant. 】

[Alas, what a joke, Daoist Haiqiu is also a master of a generation, how can he entrust his life to this child? 】

In the barrage, there are more and more people who ridicule, all of whom do not believe that Zhang Ping'an can really cure the disease.

Zhang Ping'an didn't know that so many people questioned himself at this time.

At this time, his brain was spinning rapidly, and he was making the best diagnosis and treatment plan based on Haiqiu's condition.

"The pulse has yin and yang, those who know yang know yin, and vice versa, the so-called yin, the real hidden, those who see it are defeated, and those who are defeated will die!"

"Xiaoqiuzi, your vein is like yin and yang, which can't be reconciled, resulting in a deficiency of qi and blood."

Zhang Ping'an slowly said the cause of Haiqiu, and in his mind, the treatment plan had been formed.

But he didn't know that his words directly made Lin Meng and the cameraman behind him stand in place.

They seemed to understand every word Zhang Ping'an said.

But when it comes to making a paragraph, they don't know the meaning at all, but they feel that there is a sense of incomprehension.

Lin Meng subconsciously looked at the barrage, there are so many people in the live broadcast room, there are always people who know how to do it, right?

As Lin Meng expected, the live broadcast room was directly boiling because of Zhang Ping'an's casual words.

[What the hell is this kid talking about?] 】

[I didn't understand it at all, but I thought it was very awesome.] 】

[Is there a big name in medicine, can you come out and explain what it means?] 】

[I'm studying medicine, although I'm not a big deal, but I can probably hear that these remarks are from ancient books! 】

[I analyzed what he said word by word, and found that I really understood the illness of Haiqiu Dao Chang! ] 】

[, it's really fake! Why do I think the more I talk about it, the more mysterious it becomes? 】

[In this sense, this little heavenly master really understands medicine? 】

After thinking slightly, Zhang Ping'an stretched out his hand to the little Taoist priest on the side.

"Here comes the paper! Come on! ”

Zhang Ping'an spread his hands, and Bochen, who was waiting on the side, hurriedly brought a pen and paper on the other side of the dojo.

I saw Zhang Ping'an take the pen and paper, and the dragon flew and the phoenix danced and wrote.

"Bupleurum, Zhimu, Gu Jingcao, Vitex, Ginger, five dollars each, one penny for raspberries, boil and take it, you can replenish qi and blood!"

Let's not talk about the prescription prescribed by Zhang Ping'an, just this brush word of dragon flying and phoenix dancing has already crushed too many people.

[This word is too silky, isn't it?] Is this really a ten-year-old? 】

[Yes, although I don't understand what prescription is prescribed, this hand-handed calligraphy, without a few years of practice, is impossible to achieve! 】

[Yes, and I haven't seen any of the ways in which I write! What font is this? 】

The barrage was full of discussions about Zhang Ping'an.

They can only discuss the calligraphy, and they don't know anything about the prescription.

And at this moment, in a high-end villa in Rongcheng.

An old man looked at the live broadcast screen on his phone seriously.

At this time, a hot girl walked in and glanced at the contents of the old man's phone.

"Grandpa, this is the first time I've stopped studying your medical books and studied your mobile phone instead!"

The hot girl said with some teasing.

"Go and go, in this live broadcast, you may really learn things that can't be learned in books!"

The old man waved his hand impatiently, but his eyes were still fixed on the screen.

Then his eyes lit up, and the whole person couldn't stop nodding and praising it.

"This taste of raspberry is simply the finishing touch, and the pen is wonderful! I didn't think of that! ”

"This son is extraordinary, this son is extraordinary!"

"Qianqian, book me a plane ticket, I want to go to Fangshan Temple! I'm going to visit Fangshan Temple in person! ”