Fang La ran wildly all the way, which can be said to be galloping. The monk and the three protectors of the Confucian War were able to keep up at first, but after a few miles, Fang La's trace had long since disappeared, and they all wondered: What happened to the Holy Father, why is he in such a hurry?

Shen Zhuoyu originally wanted to try to break through the acupoint, but when he really wanted to do it, he was suddenly confused. You must know that the last time he rushed to open the acupoint, it was the result of the flow of qi and blood on its own, and it had nothing to do with his own consciousness.

Wouldn't it be a joke if he really wanted to urge his own qi and blood to rush to the acupoints, like asking a newborn baby to run?

After working hard for a long time, he still had no clue, he gave up the useless struggle, but gathered his spirit, tried his best to write down the road up the mountain, and said secretly: "If there is a chance to escape, it will come in handy......" But after thinking about it, he felt very ridiculous, "Boss Hu's ability, he can't fight Fang La, my little trick, wanting to escape from him, is tantamount to a fool's dream......"

But after paying close attention, it is not all without gains, only to see countless palaces along the way, although the appearance is similar, but the pattern is hidden mysterious.

He accidentally saw some plaques on the palaces, and couldn't help but wonder, and said: "The names of these palaces are so strange, they are all two-character ......" 'Wushen', 'Jiazi', 'Xin Chou'...... There were many words in them, and he didn't know what to pronounce, but when he looked at them, he actually felt that he had seen them somewhere.

After looking at it for a while, I felt that the road up the mountain was from left to right, from front to back, and the direction was changing. The palace flashed in front of him like the wind, but fortunately he had amazing eyesight and could still read the words on the plaques clearly.

"Where the hell have you seen it?" he thought about breaking his head, but he still couldn't remember.

It wasn't until I passed by a small building with gray walls and black tiles that I saw the word "Yi You" on the plaque, and I felt a bang in my head, and I remembered it in an instant!

"Yes...... It's Doctor Jia! I've seen it in Doctor Jia's thatched house!" he shouted in his heart. In a trance, it seems that I have returned to that simple and peaceful fishing village with beautiful mountains and rivers......

It was an extremely ordinary afternoon, and as usual, he and the old fish fairy came to Doctor Jia's thatched house to heal his meridian injuries.

After taking a dose of "Sorrowful Hades" as usual, the old fish fairy went to chat with Doctor Jia, and he was playing in the thatched cottage, touching the strange medicinal herbs, and looking at the animals raised by Doctor Jia, which was also very fun. By chance, I saw a strange picture scroll on the wall, and I was immediately attracted, only to see a human figure painted on it, and strangely, there were no facial features, no clothes, but the whole body, full of strange words.

He could see that he didn't notice that Divine Doctor Jia and the old fish fairy walked behind him, until he heard the voice of Divine Doctor Jia in his ears, and then he suddenly woke up.

"Hey, hey, you hairless little ghost, can you see the name in this painting?"

Shen Zhuoyu turned his head and glared at him, very unconvinced, and said in his heart, what does this have to do with whether he has long hair or not?

Doctor Jia was not angry, and said proudly: "This is the displacement map of the eight veins of the human body's strange meridians, which is in line with the changes of the heavens and the times, and contains the wonder of the universe.

Shen Zhuoyu couldn't help but feel disdain, and thought: Then why can't you even cure my meridians after you have been tinkering with it for so long?

The old fish fairy on the side suddenly sighed and said softly: "These words seem to be talking about the eight characters of the birthday!"

Divine Doctor Jia grinned and nodded: "That's half right, the heavenly and terrestrial branches can indeed be used to keep time, but in this painting, it represents the five elements and directions!"

Unexpectedly, Doctor Jia suddenly stretched out a finger, clicked on a place on the map, and said proudly: "You are eleven years old this year, you should have been born in the year of Yiyou, right?"

Shen Zhuoyu looked in the direction he pointed, but it was two fly-headed Xiaokai, and said in his heart: I am indeed eleven years old, but as for the 'Yi You year', I don't know if it's right or not. But the appearance of the word "Yi You" was deeply left in his mind.

Doctor Jia didn't care whether the two of them understood or not, and continued: "This is the Tianshu acupoint, on which Lao Tzu marked the word Yi You, 'B' belongs to wood, and 'You' represents the west, Lao Tzu means that here a stream of wood qi and blood, and then flow to the west."

This qi and blood belonging to the wood is in the 'lack of basin acupoint' at the moment, and the next moment, if it moves westward, it will be ......" His fingers moved westward along the lines drawn, and suddenly stopped at another acupuncture point, "Yu Yu acupoint!"

Although Shen Zhuoyu didn't understand, he thought it was very interesting, and the word "Yi You" was written down like this.

Doctor Jia naturally knew that he was "playing the piano to the cow", after saying this, he seemed to be a little depressed, sighed faintly, and said: "To know the principle of all things, lies in the word 'change', although the position of the acupuncture points of the human body remains the same, but the qi and blood around the body are changing all the time, and your injury is exactly this reason." Even if the water is clear, if the river is blocked, it will not be long before the water in the river will turn black and smelly, and become stagnant water, and it will lose the ability to 'change'. To get the water clear again, you first need to clean up the blockages...... It's a pity that your meridians are fragile, if you forcibly rely on external forces to open up the meridians, not only can you not cure the injury, but you may not be able to withstand the external force, resulting in injuries on top of injuries, so, in the final analysis, your meridian injuries are not that Lao Tzu can't cure them, they can't be cured, you can only rely on yourself!"

When Shen Zhuoyu heard this, he pouted and said secretly: You have no ability, but you are still making excuses here.

In his eyes, Doctor Jia's medical skills are really not very good, but he loves to study these things all day long, and he is quite dismissive in private. It's a pity that he didn't have the ability to remember it back then, otherwise, he would have discovered more secrets at this moment.

I don't know how long it took, Fang La stopped abruptly, and Shen Zhuoyu was forcibly pulled back from his memory, and hurriedly recalled, fortunately, the names and order of the palaces along the way were clearly imprinted in his mind. But for some reason, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

At this time, a magnificent hall appeared in front of him, the sky was dark, the black wall was blurred, but the heavy dead air seemed to be condensed like a substance, scattered out, and Shen Zhuoyu's heart was suffocated.

Fang La seemed to be completely fine, threw Shen Zhuoyu to the ground, and looked at Luo and bowed to him.

Shen Zhuoyu felt strange in his heart, but after seeing Fang La's bow, he immediately turned around, picked him up casually, and walked towards the main hall.

Two men in white robes stood outside the temple gate, saw Fang La's arrival, saluted him respectfully, and said loudly: "The fire of light shines on the earth, the relics of the Holy Lord, and the world is peaceful!"

Fang La didn't say a word, and walked straight into the hall.

At this moment, Shen Zhuoyu's heart jumped wildly inexplicably!

He had a premonition,

In that hall, there seems to be something waiting for him!

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