Although Mu Rentian was stupid and stupid, when he heard Yuan Zhen shouting like this, he also seemed to feel that his behavior just now was inappropriate. So he turned around and grabbed his hair with both hands, and ran out of the house with a cry.

"The silkworm pansy is violently poisonous, fortunately, you are only in skin contact, although the poisoning is deep, the needle is effective, and some of the poisonous blood has been discharged. Wait for the medicine to be decocted, and then you take it, so that in 145 days, the residual poison will be removed, and your life will be saved. Yuan Zhen turned around and walked out of the temple door and went to the stove to decoct the medicine.

"Thank you, aisler. Seeing Yuanzhen go out, Chen Huaji staggered up, quietly opened the wooden box under the table, and took out two silver needles and put them on his body.

The snow is still deep outside the temple, but the sun has shown its head in the clouds. It was cold outside the door, the clothes were thinly aged and slowly going out, and the sun shone on the snow, which was slightly dazzling.

"Come and drink the medicine. Yuan Zhen called by the fireside.

Chen Huahe walked over and picked up the coarse porcelain bowl, a cool breath refreshed people's hearts. "Dao Chief, my body is weak, take the medicine to the Zhong Pavilion and sit down to drink. "Aged and said.

"You can live in the temple with me and Lao Mu. Zhongting is cold, and your body can't resist it. Yuan Zhen said.

Chen Huahe raised his eyes and looked at Zhong Ting, and Li Wencheng, whose life and death were unknown, made him feel uneasy. "Thank you for your kindness, I can't leave my predecessors alone. The temple is still settled by you and the crazy uncle. Chen Hua said gratefully.

"Alas, silly boy. Yuan Zhen looked at the back of Chen Hua and walking towards Zhong Ting, and then looked at Mu Rentian who was running crazy, shook his head and smiled, "A small temple, a crazy road, and a stupid and stupid two living treasures, wonderful, wonderful!"

In the Zhong Pavilion, Chen Huahe reached out to probe Li Wencheng, who was still unconscious under the old quilt. Seeing that Weiwei was still alive, most of my heart was relieved. So he picked up the medicine bowl and drank half of it, and then used his left arm to cushion Li Wencheng's upper body, wanting to pour the remaining decoction medicine into him. Li Wencheng still locked his teeth, and the decoction could not be consumed. In a hurry, Chen Huahe suddenly remembered Yuan Zhen's volley point technique, so he put the medicine bowl aside, and also learned Yuan Zhen's appearance, and his index finger volleyed into the air. But after a few attempts, Li Wencheng had no response. Chen Huaji didn't know anything about martial arts at this time, he didn't understand that Yuan Zhen relied on the true qi in his body, and his fingers could be hit a few inches away from the opponent's body.

Fortunately, Chen Hua and his natural intelligence made him think to himself: "Dao Chang's volley point, it must be to stimulate the acupuncture points of my predecessors with a force that I can't see, and if I press it directly, maybe it will also be useful." So he reached out to pinch Li Wencheng's cheeks and the second acupoint of the spine. After rubbing a few times, although the strength was insufficient, Li Wencheng actually loosened his teeth slightly. Chen Hua and Daxi hurriedly picked up the medicine bowl and took the remaining half bowl of soup for the seniors.

After taking the medicine. Chen Huahe put the bowl aside and respectfully said to Li Wencheng, whose eyes were closed: "Senior, it's not that I am disrespectful to you, it's just that your condition is urgent, if I don't learn the Tao to treat you for a long time, I'm afraid that my senior's life will not be guaranteed." Next, I will give you an injection, and I ask my seniors for forgiving me for being disrespectful!"

After speaking, he rolled up Li Wencheng's sleeves, took out the silver needle, recalled the part where Yuan Zhen performed the needle on his body, and carefully pricked the first needle. But Li Wencheng did not react in the slightest.

"It's time to finish the needle. Chen Hua thought to himself.

After the second injection, there was still no movement.

"It's strange, it's here. Chen Huahe rolled up his cuffs, groped his fingers on Quchi acupoints and Sanyinjiao, and squatted down to compare with Li Wencheng's acupoints, "It must be that the strength of the stab is not enough." Thinking of this, the aging and light twisting of the silver needle pierced half an inch deeper.

As soon as the silver needle went deeper, Li Wencheng's chest rose and fell violently, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out "wow," and he fell into a coma again.

"It seems to be right, the reaction of the seniors is the same as mine. Chen Huaji saw Li Wencheng vomiting blood, and his heart was happy.

In the evening, Mu Rentian ran with a call and brought Chen Huaji hay, bedding, and a slightly wide cotton robe. Chen Hua and put on a Taoist robe, like a thin young Taoist priest. This night, although the wind penetrated the Zhongting Pavilion and it was still cold, Chen Huaji, a young man who had been wandering for many years, had never slept so sweetly.

The next day, Yuan Zhen still aged and applied needles. After spitting out a mouthful of black blood, Chen Huaji only felt dizzy and weak, but he did not faint like yesterday. Presumably because of the decreasing residual poison.

But when diagnosing the pulse, Chen Huaji's pulse made Yuan Zhen feel wrong. "The veins are still so scattered, boy, how did you drink yesterday's medicine?" asked Yuanzhen.

"I ...... I slowly ...... in the Bell Pavilion Drink slowly...... "Although Chen Huaji is smart, he is honest and will not lie at all, this sentence made his face flush.

"These four flavor medicines of cimicifuga, angelica, licorice, and turtle nails, boil one liter from three liters and turn it into a yang soup, and you must drink it while it is hot! You let the elixir cool by the wind, no wonder the effect of the medicine is greatly reduced!" Yuanzhen took the case and shouted, "From today onwards, I will see you take the medicine! lest it be cured by my hands and damage my Yuanzhen's reputation!"

Aged and ashamed, he had to be Yuan Zhen noodles and drink the freshly fried decoction. In his heart, he secretly wrote down the names of these four flavored medicinal materials, and when Yuanzhen went out in the afternoon, he opened the medicine cabinet and found the medicinal materials according to the yellow paper label, but he didn't know the amount, so he had to wrap some at random and put them on his body.

At night, the moon is high. Chen Hua and estimated that Yuanzhen and Mu Rentian were already asleep, so they quietly took the cooking utensils, dug out the well water from the well, and took out a simple mud stove next to the bell pavilion to light the fire and decoction the medicine.

"Dao Chief, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, the life of the seniors is on the verge of death, I take the law from you to rescue him is really a last resort, wait to save the seniors, send him to the Great Black Mountain back, and I will repay him with my life!" Chen Hua said silently. The beeping and peeling fire reflected his immature and resolute face.

An hour passed, and three liters of water were boiled to make one liter of water. Chen Hua put out the fire, poured out the medicinal soup, and fed Li Wencheng the decoction according to yesterday's acupoint method. After acupuncture again, after cleaning up, he finally fell asleep.

After three days of this, the aging and self-consciousness body became stronger day by day, and the blue line on the left arm had all receded. It's just that Li Wencheng still hasn't woken up, and the poisonous line like a green silkworm on his face is slightly black. This made Chen Huahe anxious.

"Is it because the amount of medicine is not enough?" Chen Hua thought to himself.

So, when he boiled the medicine at night, Chen Huahe doubled the amount of medicine he fed to Li Wencheng.

In the middle of the night, the wind entered the bell pavilion, and it was bitterly cold. Chen Huaji suddenly felt that there was a sound of Suo Suo in the pavilion, and when he opened his eyes to look, he saw a black shadow swaying, leaning on the side pillar and panting in a low voice.

"Senior, you're awake!" Reflecting the moonlight, Chen Huaji recognized that this black shadow was Li Wencheng, who had been in a coma for many days!

"Uh......" Li Wencheng grunted in a low throat, and slowly turned his head to look at Chen Huahe. The pale moonlight shone on his face, which was covered with black and cyan poison lines, and it was indescribably eerie and terrifying.