Dilated pupils, yellow tongue coating, and malignant sores on the body are symptoms of inhaled poisonous miasma.

The red seal Taoist disciple only took one look and had a rough idea in his mind.

Although he is the great-grandson of Huangmei Taoist, he is obsessed with medicine. Whenever he has free time, he will go down the mountain to consult doctors. He has saved many people and even earned the title of a living god for this reason.

It’s just that poisonous miasma is also divided into fire poison and cold poison.

This man was in a coma and was delirious, his limbs twitched from time to time, and he also suffered from fever, which were clearly signs that the poison of fire had penetrated into his bones.

It just so happened that he had all the symptoms of Cold Poison.

Chi Zhuan frowned, thought for a moment, took out a Qingxin Talisman from his sleeve, burned it in the water, and fed it into the person's mouth along with the ashes of the Talisman to prevent heat evil from entering the brain.

He also took a gold needle to hang himself, and used it to push the uterus to pass the blood. When he put down a stick of incense, he saw a mouthful of blood stasis coming out of the village man, and then his face turned red.

As soon as the mouthful of dirty blood fell on the stone flat, it quickly turned into hundreds of tiny poisonous insects. Just as he was about to fly away, he was burned to pieces by a piece of real fire talisman. Seeing that his life was safe, Chizhuan was relieved and reassured.

Draw two yellow talismans, one to dispel evil spirits and the other to cultivate vitality, burn them and feed them to the person.

Expecting that he would be able to recover in another year and a half, Chi Zhuan just stood up and was thinking of signaling to the two interior masters in Yun Tau, when unexpectedly, a light cough came from not far away.

Chi Zhuan turned his head subconsciously and happened to see the villagers in front of the monk Shasheng slowly opening their eyes.

"impossible!"

Zhou Li also heard this slight cough, but he refused to believe the scene in front of him.

I had just made a diagnosis. The heat evil had entered the brain. The man was already seriously ill. How could he wake up so easily? It was clear that there was fraud.

However, the decree coming from the clouds made him feel despair.

"In this battle, the killing monk should definitely win."

The person who said this was not Zen Master Miaoguang of Chiguo Temple, but Taoist Priest Huang Meizi of Xunfeng Temple.

Even the master of Xunfeng Temple said this. How could he, a small Qi practitioner, have any reason to question it? Only then did Zhou Li realize that he was in trouble. His face turned pale and he no longer dared to speak.

The casual cultivators outside the venue were also talking about it.

"What's going on? What Brother Chizhuan and Brother Zhou were doing over there, we could still vaguely understand that they were asking for diagnosis and administering medicine. The monk just stretched out his hand and touched it, and the crippled person woke up.

?”

This is a grievance between the two Chi Zhuan people.

"If you win, you win. Even the masters who didn't listen to Xunfeng Guan admit it!" This is a bystander who only believes in victory or defeat.

"After all, he is a high disciple of the famous mountain sect, and Taoist Brother Chizhuan is only slightly inferior. Look at fellow Taoist Zhou, who is a casual cultivator like you and me, he is so infuriating!"

Zhou Li's nose almost became angry when he heard this.

"Stop arguing, isn't it okay to just listen to the two masters' opinions?" This is just the grass on the wall and the mud.

There are different opinions, but no one has ever taken it for granted.

In the end, Taoist Huang Mei solved the mystery.

"The monk who killed the living being used the famous Buddhism method of giving and receiving. It should not be used easily by those who are not advanced in Buddhism. Instead, he endured the pain and suffering of others on his own behalf, and then used his profound Buddhist power to resolve it."

Taoist Huangmei's words seemed to be a way to save the murderous monk, but in fact they contained evil intentions.

Those with shallower cultivation were tut-tutting and praising the life-killing monk for his Dharma cultivation, while some with more knowledge instantly understood the meaning behind the words of Taoist Huang Mei.

You, a little novice monk of seventeen or eighteen years old, can perform profound magic techniques such as Tonglen just after the birth of Suding. You can't be like them who have lived like a dog for a long time. Who can say this?

I will believe it!

For a moment, the look in the little novice monk's eyes was a bit strange.

The killing monk also knew that he could not win with force, but it was difficult to disobey the master's orders, so he had no choice but to bow to the red seal script and Zhou Li, and then returned to the cloud head of the Chiguo Temple.

The Chizhuan Taoist disciple was a little unhappy. He returned to Cuijueyan and was about to apologize to his ancestor, but unexpectedly heard the Huangmei Taoist say: "Zhuan'er, you did a good job this time and did not embarrass my Xunfeng Temple."

After that, he told the reason, and Chi Zhuan's eyes widened immediately after hearing this.

Being tricked by Taoist Huang Mei, Zen Master Miaoguang was also troubled and couldn't express his pain. After all, he was the one who deceived him first. Is it possible that he couldn't tolerate other people's ridicule?

I had to cough slightly and change the topic.

"Lao Na thinks that this son is very accomplished in medicine. In his early years, he also obtained half a volume of medical books. Today, I will borrow flowers to offer to the Buddha and give them to the descendants of your family."

I saw a golden light piercing through the clouds on the side of Chiguo Temple and landing steadily in front of the red seal script Taoist disciples.

The red seal script only turned over slightly, and then showed an overjoyed expression. Seeing this, Taoist Huangmei's face became better.

There was no objection from both sides.

Fufengzi sent his disciples to take the patient down, and cast a spell to clear away the filthy air on the stone flat, and then began the second competition - shooting.

Shooting and guessing means divination and guessing.

The reason why I changed the title is because the word "wangqi" is too Taoist-style, and even if I win, people may say that I won't win with force.

Secondly, it is related to a person's fortune, which will change all the time. You have your own rhetoric, and I have my own. It's hard to convince everyone, so I'll just change it to a straightforward guess.

Whoever guesses closer to the answer is the winner.

Chiguo Temple did not show any tricks this time. It sent a middle-aged monk with a sad face, called Su Wen, with a bitter face as if someone owed him money.

On the side of Xunfeng Temple, Li Yan used the Little Nascent Soul Escape Technique and suddenly appeared on the stone flat, invisibly crushing Su Wen's head. Monk Su Wen's face became even more bitter for a while.

The last person to take the stage was the disciple Yuan Guangxian. It seemed that he had received the signal from his master. As soon as he took the stage, he looked at Li Yan with an unkind expression.

But Li Yan didn't take it to heart.

In the final analysis, the battle of skills is about one person's opinions on magical powers. No matter how colluding these two people are, they cannot add one person's opinions to the other.

One of the two techniques that Li Yanfang mastered when he entered Taoism was the art of fortune-telling, which was naturally good for divination and Kanyu. Moreover, he had received guidance from Taoist Huang Mei in the past two days, and he had improved a lot.

There is no reason why he is not confident.

"There are countless things in the world that can be guessed. Things in the past, present, and future, in heaven and on earth, in water and fire, and in the world can all be guessed."

"Since this is a competition between monks in the middle stage of refining Qi, let me think about it. True eyes and induction methods are not very advanced. It is better to ask two masters and a great master to take an object each and place it in a magic weapon that isolates the inside and outside.

Next, let three fellow Taoists guess, how about it?"

Fufengzi explained the process of the competition.

"The one who guesses more guesses wins. If the answers are not much different, the one who is closer wins. All three people will write the answers on the paper, and no outsiders can help."

"Just follow what fellow Taoist said."

Li Yan slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again, and his eyes were already filled with a faint cyan color.

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Chapter completed!