A busy day.

The makeshift operating table has been transformed into a rudimentary one.

Feng Chong held a cinnabar pen in both hands and read words.

Orr.

"Brother Bo, calm down!"

Bo Ziyu, who was cramped and uneasy on the other side, hurriedly closed his eyes and put on a posture with his heart facing the sky.

Feng Chong had already stepped forward with a pen, lit cinnabar on the other party's eyelids, and shouted at the same time in his mouth:

"A one-stroke eye-seal. ”

With a flick of the wrist, another stroke on the tip of the nose.

"Two strokes to seal the nose. ”

Turn the pen again and point to the ears.

"Three strokes to seal the ears. ”

Turn your wrist back and wipe it over your lips.

"Four strokes of tongue sealing. ”

Finally, point at the center of the eyebrows.

"Five strokes seal the soul. ”

After the cinnabar was finished, the nervous look on Bo Ziyu's face suddenly changed, and the skin and flesh on his face relaxed, as if he had entered the deepest sleep.

Feng Chong took two more sticks of incense, one was inserted into Bo Ziyu's bun, and the other was inserted on the demon insect. It was lit immediately, but the strange thing was that the green smoke on the two incense pours did not float up, but attracted each other, slowly drifting towards each other, and finally twisted into one place.

A person and a demon are separated by most of the case tables, with incense on their bodies and cigarettes, colluding with each other.

Feng Chong hurriedly twisted it again.

"Soul Crossing!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw two entangled (harmonious) light smoke trembling rapidly, as if something was coming through the smoke. Later, the tremor subsided, and the smoke returned to its light, floating appearance.

On both sides of the smoke, the parasitic demon insects seemed to be more and more stiff, and Bo Ziyu's sleeping face seemed to have a subtle change.

Followed by.

Feng Chong used the end of the pen as a knife and made a blank stroke in front of Bo Ziyu's mouth.

"The tongue is open. ”

After doing all this, he exhaled a long breath of turbidity, and his demeanor was also a lot more depressed, but he immediately cheered up, took out a compendium of medicinal materials, stared at Bo Ziyu, and read:

"Astragalus. ”

The room was silent.

From time to time, the wick crackled softly, and the two cigarettes twisted and writhed.

After three or four heartbeats.

"Astragalus. ”

Bo Ziyu's voice sounded indistinctly, and his voice was very different from his usual tone.

But Feng Chong's eyes were bright, and he continued to read:

"Eucommia. ”

Bo Ziyu learned his tongue again.

"Eucommia. ”

"Cassia. ”

"Cassia. ”

......

After the names of a dozen medicinal herbs.

"Zixuan. ”

This time, there was no response for a long time.

Feng Chong waited patiently for a few seconds, and finally showed a hint of joy, and hurriedly sketched a mark on the page.

Again:

"Thirty-seven. ”

......

Minutes and seconds passed.

The two sticks of incense have burned to the ground of only a third of them.

Feng Chong's eyebrows were tired, but he still managed to support it and pronounced the name of the next medicinal herb.

"Mulberry parasitism. ”

There was no response this time, Feng Chong habitually put pen to paper to tick down, but glanced at Bo Ziyu coldly.

But seeing the relaxed demeanor of the catcher, there was a strange smile hidden at the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly.

A tingling sensation rushed up the scalp.

"Hurry up!"

Suddenly, he shouted.

"The law is defeated!"

The words fell.

Bo Ziyu suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth wide to the extreme, and the head of his tongue (harmony) stretched out of his mouth, and then, the two teeth suddenly closed, and he was about to bite off the head of his tongue (harmony).

In the blink of an eye.

A hand will arrive and grab his teeth.

But Li Changan, who was supporting him next to him, noticed the strangeness one step earlier, saved people with one hand, and at the same time, pinched off the incense on the bun with the other.

But seeing the light smoke tangled (harmonious) in the air, it shook suddenly, and then like a long whale sucking water, all the smoke rolled back, retracted into the magic incense on the parasitic demon insect's body, and then was pulled out by Feng Chong.

............

The two professions of Taoist priest and doctor are usually linked.

Qingping's great fame in Xiaoshui, in addition to her profound Taoism, is also related to her perennial free clinic in Zuojin.

Therefore, it is also normal to have standing medicinal materials in the Water Moon Temple.

Daoist Feng wiped off his old face, invited Daotong back without worry, and promised a few packets of fruits, a few pastries, and a few stories, before letting Xiaodaotong take out Zixuan, Nightshade, Chonglou, Sedum, Changqing, and Xuejian from the medicinal material warehouse.

These six flavors of medicinal materials were all unspoken by Bo Ziyu, who had just been possessed by demon insects, or was afraid to say them.

After the medicinal herbs arrived, the three of them, who were almost exhausted, did not have the leisure to boil.

Simply grind the herbs into powder and knead them into a big pill.

Because of the mud ray, it is forbidden to swallow, and of course it cannot be taken orally. I had no choice but to stuff the pill through its anal (harmony) door, and then use chopsticks to poke it into the demon insect's body.

Personnel are exhausted.

Next, there is only one way to wait for the destiny of heaven.

......

The long candle burns short, and the short candle burns out.

I picked the wick a few more times.

Time passed in a dreary way.

But the demon insect never moved.

Failed?

It has to be thought so.

The fatigue and fruitless waiting made Li Changan yawn uncontrollably.

"Look. ”

Feng Chong suddenly shouted.

This method was proposed by him, and others could slack off a little, but he refused to relax his nerves.

Li Changan cheered up and hurried to the past.

But when I saw it, the demon insect trembled suddenly.

The coiled body of the insect suddenly shook open, except for the head and tail buried in the mud body, and the slender torso arched out of the abdominal cavity, swaying, trembling, and dancing wildly.

The tentacles were also elongated and curled, tearing the whole body into mud, shaking from the internal organs to the limbs and skin, and leaching out fine beads of blood.

Soon, blood stained the desk.

"Oops!"

Feng Chong panicked.

"Squeeze the pill out!"

He was too busy to step forward, but was stopped by Li Changan.

"Don't panic, wait. ”

Feng Chong was helpless, so he had to stomp his feet in a hurry.

But gradually, the painful color on the mud wolf's face actually began to ease, and those tentacles that grew into the internal organs slowly dissolved, and finally turned into blood and melted into the mud body.

Orr.

The monster's struggle finally stopped, and it curled back into the belly of the mud, shivering only a few times from time to time.

It worked?

No.

It's still far from it.

Not to mention that the monster has not turned back into a human, that is, the bug is still a bug, and has not turned back into a intestine.

The tentacles are removed, but you can start to remove the parasitic monsters.

But when the worms are gone, the intestines are gone.

Can a youkai without intestines still live? Even if it can live, if it turns back into a human in the future, will a person without intestines be able to live?

Bo Ziyu rubbed his sore teeth and frowned. Feng Chong was even more annoyed.

Li Changan smiled and clapped his hands, ready to say comfort.

Besides, isn't a good start half the battle?

Can......

"Look at the two Dao Chiefs!"

And how?

Li Changan hurriedly looked at the parasitic demon insect again.

To my surprise, I found that this demon insect was like an inflated balloon, inflating at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, the slender link-like body of the worm swelled into a ball of flesh that was connected together.

It didn't take a few people to react.

The "balls of meat" contracted rapidly, as if something was pouring out of the body, passing through the mud stomach pouch and esophagus, and finally squeezing out of the throat.

Suddenly.

The mud slammed its mouth open.

An unspeakably sullen shriek set off a sound wave that spread.

But seeing the prohibitions arranged around him, the Dharma flag overturned, the gossip mirror shattered, and the yellow talismans were stirred into the air and sprinkled and burned.

In the blink of an eye.

The interior was a mess.

And after doing all this, the parasitic demon worm retracted again. Most of the body began to slowly redden, slowly wrinkle, and slowly become like intestines......

The three of them looked at each other.

............

At the end of the time, at the beginning of the day.

In front of the mountain gate, the moonlight is bright, and the five rampant soldiers on the painting wall will raise their hands and move to the slightest.

But the forest less than ten steps away was pitch black, as if the darkness came out from the bottom of the leaves, from the stone gaps, from the roots of the trees, layered with each other, hooked with each other, and the whole mountain forest sticked together, cast into a piece, the wind could not enter, the moon could not enter, black as ink, sinking as iron.

Suddenly.

The sound of boredom burst out from the view and swept through the mountains and forests.

Immediately, there was a sound of "rushing ropes" in the forest, and between the silhouettes of the trees, something seemed to pass by.

The woods, ready to move in the dark.

At the same time.

The moonlight that pours into the mountains and forests seems to settle down and soak into the murals on the walls, making the gray and white colors bright again, and making the rough brushstrokes soft and vivid.

Suddenly, one after another of the five rampant soldiers on the mural became alive (harmonious) and ready to come out.

Then.

They opened their eyes.

Countless blazing eyes stared at the shadows of the commotion in the forest.

The wind blows the clouds.

The moonlight was dim, and the heavens and the earth were dim for a moment.

When the waning moon rises out of the sea of clouds, the glow cast by it easily spreads into the mountains and forests. The flowers and plants in the forest reflect the trees, and each branch and leaf is clear and lovely.

Looking at the murals of the mountain gate again, the eyes are still closed, the colors are still gray, and the brushstrokes are still crude, as if all kinds of things are just a dream.

Only in the depths of the Taoist temple.

In a certain shrine with five rampant pictures painted on the wall, a rickety old figure sits alone under the statue.

Green lanterns, ancient scrolls, silent.

Only after pinching a round of prayer beads, slowly chant a chant.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable. ”