"What's the Flame Bed?" asked Ink Shadow.

The ghost doctor stroked his beard, pondered for a while, and said: "According to the records of wild history, the flame bed is made of volcanic molten slurry, which can maintain a constant temperature for thousands of years, and the person lying on the couch can continue to look old, and it can also eliminate all kinds of diseases, and more importantly, this hot bed can connect bones and tendons!"

Mo Ying's eyes immediately shone blue, looked at the ghost doctor and asked, "Master, what you said is true? So the method you said last night is feasible?"

Before the ghost doctor could answer, Yan Yishan snatched the words and said, "No! don't even think about it!"

This girl has changed her speech now, like a little daughter-in-law who has passed the door.

"Why not!" said Murray.

"No, it's not good! Didn't you hear what Ye Shi said? Can you believe this?"

Mo Ying looked at Yan Shirt's eyes, and suddenly felt a sense of frustration.

Shaking his head, he reached out and touched the edge of the bed with some pity, but when his fingers touched the edge of the bed, he felt like his hand had been cut by something. So I squatted down and took a closer look, but found that the edge of the bed was crooked and carved with rows of small characters, if you didn't look closely, I thought it was the texture or crack of the stone.

I saw that it was written: The flame bed was made of volcanic lava from the far north and frozen into pieces, a full hundred and eight pieces. Neizi Situ Lingyan practiced the supreme Xuantong, and when he crossed the life and death robbery into Xuanhao, he had distracting thoughts, causing the snow mountains and the sea to be wasted, and the body was cold all day long.

In order to cure the disease of cold in the inner child, the contemptible Nangong Ziyan studied hard and successfully built this hot bed. When Nai doesn't treat people, the limit of Neiko has arrived, and he has no power to return to the sky, and finally he failed to save Neiko, and all thoughts are lost, so he will go to Huangquan with Neiko, or the sky Haotian. The small characters on the edge of the bed are not seen by people who are not destined, people who have evil thoughts are not seen, people who practice are not seen, and the beast sword is not seen.

After Mo Ying finished reading the small words on the edge of the bed, the ghost doctor was already petrified, he leaned over and looked at the edge of the bed, but he didn't see a word, he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, and said casually: "Boy, you are a strange fate, do you know who this Nangong Ziyan is?"

Mo Ying shook his head and said, "I don't know!"

The ghost doctor then said: "I really didn't expect the legend to be true, this Nangong Ziyan and Situ Lingyan were originally the cultivation masters of the past few hundred years, everyone in the rivers and lakes knew about it, and no one in the cultivation world knew about it, and then they suddenly disappeared and disappeared without a trace. It turned out that his wife was ruined by life and death. From this point of view, why is the Beast Teng Sword in this ancient temple, and why there is blue smoke in the Yaowu Mountain, all of them have been arranged by Nangong's predecessors, and these conditions are indispensable, and those who have no fate are not seen, so let's see if there is "Yanling Heart Sutra" first. ”

Mo Ying immediately knelt on his knees and kowtowed, and said: "Get the good fate of Nangong's predecessors, disciple Mo Ying bows and thanks!"

After speaking, he put his hand under the edge of the bed, touched it inward along the edge of the small character, and then touched a box, and with a button, the box fell. Mo Ying saw that it was a stone box, and when he opened it, there was indeed a book in the box that was already a little yellowed, and there were a few big characters written on it: Yan Ling Heart Sutra!

Mo Ying picked up the book and turned a page, only to see that the page read: This Heart Sutra is divided into two books, one is the method of cultivation and the other is the art of pharmacology. On the other hand, those who do not understand the sea and snow mountains do not learn it, those who have no wisdom roots do not learn it, those who read less do not learn it, those who are greedy do not learn it, and those who are evil do not learn it.

Seeing this, Mo Ying said in his heart: "This is a waste book, what is the use of it, the first article restricts Lao Tzu's reverie." ”

So he handed the book to the shirt and said, "Look at the shirt!"

Yan Yishan took the book and opened it, but she didn't see a word in the book except for the yellowed pages. So he asked, "Fifth brother, there is no word on it at all!"

Mo Ying's eyes widened and said, "This can't be possible, right?

As he spoke, he took the book in Yan Yishan's hand, and the rows of words came into his eyes again, and he immediately said: "No!

As he spoke, he handed the book to the ghost doctor, who took the book and looked at it, shook his head and said, "As the shirt said, there is really no word." It seems that this book has Mr. Nangong's thoughts attached to it, and as he said, practitioners do not practice. We have nothing to do with him or books, so naturally we can't see anything!"

Mo Ying couldn't help but secretly sigh in his heart, how many years have this been, how can it still be like this? After thinking about it, he didn't figure it out, so he simply didn't bother to think about it.

Shaking his head, he put down the first book and picked up the following one, only to see that there were also a few big words written on it: Yanling Medical Sutra!

Turning the first page, there are also several rows of small characters, which read: The doctor is benevolent and benevolent. Cultivating the body, cultivating medicine and crossing people, it is one person or a thousand or ten thousand people.

Mo Ying realized in his heart that this Nangong Ziyan predecessor was really a master in the world, but unfortunately he couldn't escape a love word. It's just that I don't know if there is a technique in this Heart Sutra that leads to the snow mountain qi sea, if there is, I will definitely practice medicine in this life, and I have crossed the world as my own responsibility.

He walked out of the stone house with the book and ink shadow, sat down on the stone bench by the waterfall, and looked at the Yanling Medical Sutra carefully.

Seeing that Mo Ying was so focused, Yan Shirt generally didn't bother, followed quietly, and sat aside.

The more Mo Ying reads, the more frightened he becomes, the techniques of practicing medicine recorded in this medical book are difficult for ordinary people to understand, and some good prescriptions are even more unreasonable and illogical.

For example, there is a case record: a person who is hit by an arrow in the chest, who does not enter the heart for three points, and does not die on the spot, can be supplemented with cold ice and true qi, so that the injured place is frozen, and the arrow is quickly removed, and then the healing medicine "black jade xuanni" is applied to it, and the mouth of "red grass" can generally be cured in five days.

Mo Ying was suddenly stunned in his heart, what is this "black jade clay"? Could it be a strange thing that the ghost doctor took out that day, this thing can grow automatically, Miss Lanyan and Princess Shirt have tried it, not only is it a healing medicine, but also has a beauty effect.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Mo Ying's mind, and then he looked down, and the more he looked, the more he was shocked, he read so fast, ten lines at a glance, and it took less than half a cup of tea to see the last page.

Although I can't understand them all, I can already memorize them by heart, but I don't know what this "red grass" is? Moreover, there are no less than 100 kinds of herbs recorded in the book, and it seems that I will have to practice them wholeheartedly in the future.

Mo Ying closed the book, and when he turned over the back of the book, he saw that there were rows of blurred small characters on the yellowed cover: the elixir region recorded in the book was hidden in the mezzanine of the pages.

Mo Ying carefully rummaged through it, and sure enough, in the middle of the page, he saw two mezzanines, opened them carefully, and took them out, and it turned out to be a map of the mountains and rivers of the Tang Empire.

I took out the second page of the mezzanine, and saw that there was a sinkhole painted on it, and there was a cave next to the sinkhole, and there was a waterfall in front of the cave.

When I looked up at the cave, the light was just right, and the deserted clearing next to the cave was covered with blood-red grass.

So he shouted, "Master, what do you think it is?"

The ghost doctor who was meditating looked at Mo Ying's fingers and said, "The light was not good just now, it was difficult to see clearly, isn't this the red grass recorded in the medical classics?

The ghost doctor was extremely surprised, and then said, "I understand, back then, the reason why the Immortal Poison was able to restore the Qi Sea Snow Mountain was because I accidentally ate this grass. Fortunately, he is vicious by nature, and without such an opportunity as you, if there is no blood in this world, I am afraid that my mountain would have already overturned.

After speaking, the ghost doctor sighed, and there was incomparable happiness in this long sigh!

Then he said, "Pick one up and chew it, and see if it works!"

Mo Ying did so, pulled one up, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it carefully, only to feel that this red grass was bitter to Coptis chinensis, and it was more astringent than the white spear.

After the bitter taste passed, the whole chest cavity felt a burst of warmth, and the whole body quickly flowed, as if bathed in an underground water spring. After a few more bites, it still feels the same way.

Mo Ying closed his eyes tightly, meditated and perceived, he tried his best to meditate, but his mind was still empty, like the white mist of the early morning......

Ink Shadow lowered his head in frustration, shook his head again, turned around and walked to the waterfall, looking at the three-thousand-foot flying stream, his mind was full of thoughts, completely filtering everything that had happened and everything he had seen since entering the mountain.

After a long time, he suddenly turned around and said, "Master, I want to try it according to what you said!"

The ghost doctor looked at the firmness in Mo Ying's eyes and asked, "Are you sure?"

Mo Ying nodded, "Yes!" His gaze became more and more determined.

The ghost doctor said lightly: "Well, since you have this opportunity, it seems that God treats you well, when will you do it!"

Ink Shadow replied, "Now!"

He replied in the affirmative, ignoring Yan Yishan's concerned eyes, and turned around and entered the stone house.

Although Yan Shirt was extremely unhappy in his heart, he knew Mo Ying too well, this guy was persistent, not so much persistent, it might be better to say that he was stubborn.

Mo Ying lay down on the hot bed, and then said, "Master, you can do it boldly, don't have any scruples. I suffered this pain five years ago, and I can bear it now!"

The ghost doctor nodded, and was about to do it! Standing at the door, Yan Yi, who didn't dare to enter, muttered, "I can feel how much pain it will be! Xiao Wu, you are crazy!"

said that the whole person's expression darkened.

Mo Ying raised his head and smiled at her and said, "You go out of the cave, the phantom red shadow and the blue smoke come down, the red shadow can enter the cave, and the blue smoke will go to the ghost thorn pool first and wait." If my guess is correct, beyond the waterfall is the Ghost Thorn Pool!"

The shirt really couldn't bear the horror and pain in front of him, nodded silently, and walked out with teary eyes!

She walked very fast, and as she was about to pass through the narrow place, a heart-rending cry came from the cave: "Ahh

She stood still, slowly squatted down, she couldn't cry, she cried for a while, then slowly stood up again, turned her head to look, hesitated, and continued to move forward with undried tears on her face......