Xiao Feng was very familiar with these three words. Master Yan Longlong and Lu Wanping's man Xing Hu were both charlatan sorcerers who practiced evil in the Immortal Temple.
"What's that man's name?"
"His name is Bai Wengtong, and he is the master of the Immortal Temple." Myolie replied.
"Bai Wengtong?"
Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes: "Qingfeng, do you know where this person came from?"
"If I reply to Master Xiao, my disciple has actually investigated him."
"Bai Wengtong has been famous in the world for a long time. He is a famous magic master in the northern sect of mysticism. He founded the Immortal Temple."
"This man is cruel and only seeks profit. One of my fellow Taoists was brutally murdered by him."
"He also has two major disciples, namely Yanlong and Xinghu. People in the world call them Taoist Longhu."
Wu Qingfeng said slowly.
"Oh...no wonder."
Xiao Feng nodded, this is because the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.
The master of the Immortal Monastery is an evil Taoist, so how can the disciples he taught be good? They must be the same ones.
"Xing Hu is dead, now only Yan Long is left."
"What? Xing Hu is dead?"
Wu Qingfeng was shocked: "Master Xiao, do you... know Xing Hu?"
Xiao Feng smiled and did not explain. There were some things that were inconvenient to say.
"I'll treat you first and take off your upper body."
"Yes, Master Xiao is here to help."
Wu Qingfeng took off his shirt and saw a black mark the size of a fist on his left chest, which was already spreading to all sides.
Xiao Feng frowned and said: "The five internal organs have been injured. If it were a few months later, even the gods would be hard-pressed to save it."
He took out the silver needle and injected three needles into each of Wu Qingfeng's Shenfeng, Tianchi, and Not allowed acupoints.
To treat this kind of old internal injury, the Seven-Star Longyang Acupuncture is not very useful. Instead, the Jiugong Guiyi Acupuncture method must be used, combined with special techniques.
Xiao Feng was very careful with every stitch. He applied the stitches four times in a row, and it took a full hour to finish.
"Oh, Master, Master, the color has faded."
Xing'er said excitedly: "Master, you are really amazing. This black mark has only gotten darker before, but this is the first time the color has changed."
Wu Qingfeng looked down and was amazed: "Master Xiao, you are really a miracle doctor in this world, I admire you, I admire you."
"The admiration your disciples have for you is like a surging river, continuous and out of control..."
"Okay, okay, flattery should be done in moderation."
Xiao Feng shook his head and smiled, this guy is quite good at getting things done.
'Pop!'
Then Xiao Feng began to tap the acupuncture point on his heart several times with his fingers.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, the black mark was almost the same color as the skin.
"It's gone, it's gone, it's really gone."
Myolie danced excitedly.
"Thank you Master Xiao for saving your life."
Wu Qingfeng knelt on one knee and clasped his fists.
Before, he had chest depression and often vomited blood, but now the feeling of suffocation and depression has completely disappeared.
"Get up!"
Xiao Feng wrote another prescription for him and told him to take it for half a month, and the internal injuries would be cured.
Wu Qingfeng was grateful and moved. If he hadn't met Xiao Feng, his life would definitely not have been saved.
He rummaged through the cabinets and found a long small box and presented it directly with both hands.
"Master Xiao, this is my disciple's opinion. I hope you don't dislike it."
"what is this?"
Xiao Feng took it and opened it. It turned out to be a set of ancient silver needles, and the appearance was a little black.
"This disciple spent a lot of money to buy this from a friend. It is said that this set of silver needles was left by the miracle doctor Bian Que."
"Although I know a little bit about traditional Chinese medicine, I would be wasting money by keeping it in my hands. Master Xiao, you have superb medical skills, so I will give you this set of silver needles."
Wu Qingfeng said respectfully.
"The silver needle of Miracle Doctor Bian Que?"
Xiao Feng picked it up and looked at it. This silver needle was indeed different.
Each needle tail has a unique pattern carving. No matter the material or craftsmanship, it is definitely not made by modern people. It is a masterpiece of craftsmanship.
"Okay, then I'll accept it as my teacher."
Xiao Feng was not polite, it would be a waste not to accept such a good silver needle.
Before leaving, Wu Qingfeng took out another three million, two million of which were Yunfei's family's money, and the other one million was compensation. As for the previous loan, it was naturally written off.
After sending Xiao Feng away, Xing'er murmured: "Master, who is Master? He is really amazing."
Wu Qingfeng shook his head and smiled: "No matter who Master Xiao is, he is now your master and my mentor."
Xiao Feng walked out of the antique market and saw Yun Fei pacing back and forth anxiously.
"Yunfei, are you anxious about waiting?"
"Why did you just come out? It's been almost three hours."
She thought something had happened and she would have to call the police if she didn't come out.
"Don't worry, it's all solved."
"Let's go to the hospital to see your father."
The two took a taxi and rushed to the general hospital. When they arrived at the intensive care unit, they saw that the nurse was making the bed, but her father was missing.
"Nurse, where is my dad?"
"Your dad?"
The nurse suddenly said: "Oh! Are you a family member of the critically ill patient? The patient passed away this morning, and the body should be parked outside."
"What? Passed away?"
Yunfei almost fell, but luckily Xiao Feng held her up.
"how so"
She hurriedly ran out, and Xiao Feng quickly followed.
I saw a hospital bed parked at the elevator entrance, covered with a white cloth.
When Yunfei lifted up the white cloth, she cried out, and it was her father lying on it.
"Dad, why did you leave just now..."
The uncontrollable sadness made her cry so hard that her heart broke.
She hugged Xiao Feng and cried bitterly: "Xiao Feng, I don't have a father anymore, I don't have any relatives..."
"Don't cry, don't cry, Uncle Yun will be fine."
Xiao Feng knew in her heart that her father could not die so soon.
He quickly checked his pulse, and sure enough, it turned out that his vitality was almost exhausted, causing his heart to stop.
At this time, a white light flashed from Yunfei's father, and his soul was about to leave the body.
"Oops!"
Xiao Feng quickly used the Bagua Order to seal the soul, otherwise once the soul was taken away, there would be no way to recover.
"Don't cry Yunfei, he's not dead yet."
"What? My dad is still alive?"
Yunfei was surprised and happy, and stopped crying immediately.
"Doctor, where is the doctor?"
Xiao Feng shouted in the corridor, and several doctors and nurses ran over immediately.
"Quickly, send the patient back to the ward. He is still alive."
"ah?"
Several nurses were confused. This man had already expired. How could he still be alive?
"Sir, please calm down."
A male doctor said seriously: "I can understand your sadness, but please face the reality. The patient has passed away. My condolences..."
"Why are you mourning? The person is not dead yet. Send him to the ward quickly." Xiao Feng said urgently.
"Sir, don't get too excited. People cannot be resurrected after death. Please..."
"Go away, I'll deliver it myself."
Xiao Feng didn't bother to talk nonsense with them, and pushed the hospital bed to go back.
"Sir, you can't mess around."
The doctors and nurses tried their best to stop it and attracted many people to watch.
"What are you doing?"
A sharp female voice suddenly came, accompanied by the crisp sound of high heels.
I saw a tall young woman in a white coat walking over.
Xiao Feng turned around and saw that it was Fang Ting, the daughter of Li Guizhi's colleague Fang Yanhua.