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Chapter 74 Human Bone Rosary

Lu Yunfeng's words were like thunder, exploding in the ears of everyone present.

Everyone was stunned, their mouths opened wide enough to swallow their own fists, and they looked at Lu Yunfeng with incredible eyes, as if they couldn't believe their ears.

Are you kidding me?

Lu Yunfeng is the acupuncture king of Jiangnan. He is a master of acupuncture and can be regarded as a dean in the Chinese traditional medicine community.

On the surface, he is just a doctor.

But in fact, there are countless high-ranking officials and nobles in Jiangnan Province who have benefited from him. Even the dignitaries in Yanjing have asked him to go for treatment. The total power of these invisible connections is terrifying!

In this world, no matter how rich you are, you can be as powerful as the country, but you will never be able to escape the torture of disease!

If you suffer from any difficult or complicated disease, knowing a Xinglin sage with excellent medical skills is equivalent to having a second life.

In the eyes of everyone, now that Ye Fan has shown extraordinary acupuncture skills, it is not impossible for Lu Yunfeng to have a love for talents and make an exception to accept him as his disciple!

But they never expected that Lu Yunfeng would kneel down on the ground and want to become a disciple of this young boy, Mark Ye Fan!

The scene that happened before them gave them an unprecedented visual impact.



When Ye Fan saw this, he was very surprised. He quickly stepped forward and tried to help Lu Yunfeng up, saying: "Master Lu, please get up quickly. Aren't you trying to hurt me by doing this?"

On the other side, Lu Yunfeng said repeatedly: "Doctor Ye, please don't call me master! In front of you, Yunfeng really cannot bear this title!

Divine Doctor Ye, just by virtue of the magic needle you just used to overcome calamity, you are enough to become my master! I also ask Divine Doctor Ye to agree to accept me as a disciple with weak qualifications, otherwise, I will kneel here forever!"

Lu Yunfeng's tone was extremely firm, and if Ye Fan didn't agree, he would kneel here until the end of time.

Even Ye Fan himself did not expect that the magic needle he used at will would make Lu Yunfeng so moved.

What Ye Fan doesn't know is that age is nothing to do with being a doctor and having masters as teachers!

What's more, nowadays, traditional Chinese medicine is in decline, each sect is too precious for its own sake, and many ancient books have been completely lost.

And the Divine Needle has not seen the light of day for a hundred years!

Although Ye Fan's identity is unclear, in Lu Yunfeng's opinion, he most likely received an ancient inheritance, and coupled with his amazing talent, he was able to learn the Divine Needle.

On the other hand, if he could learn from Ye Fan as his teacher and learn the magic needle to overcome calamities, he, Lu Yunfeng, would be the one to take advantage!

This great opportunity may only come once in a lifetime, so he had to seize it tightly!

Looking at Lu Yunfeng kneeling in front of him, Ye Fan hesitated for a moment and said:

"Lu Da... Doctor Lu, you'd better get up quickly! If you are willing, I can teach you this acupuncture technique when I am free!"

"Doctor Ye, do you mean...are you willing to accept me as your disciple?"

Lu Yunfeng's tone was full of ecstasy, and then he didn't give Ye Fan any chance to refuse, and continued: "Master, please accept my disciple's worship!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The next moment, Lu Yunfeng kowtowed to Ye Fan three times, which was regarded as a apprenticeship ceremony.

Seeing Lu Yunfeng, who was old enough to be his father, kowtow to him, Ye Fan felt uncomfortable all over. He quickly helped Lu Yunfeng up from the ground and said: "Doctor Lu, there is no need to be polite!"

"Master, as Chinese medicine practitioners, we pay the most attention to respecting teachers and teachings. How can we forget the rules passed down by our ancestors? Master, now I am your disciple, you can just call me Xiaolu or Yunfeng!"

After hearing this, Ye Fan's face was filled with a strange look, and he was asked to call Lu Yunfeng "Xiao Lu", but he couldn't say it out loud.

"Ahem...then I'll call you Yunfeng..." Ye Fan said.

"Yes, Master!"

Lu Yunfeng nodded immediately, his tone full of respect, as if he really regarded Mark as an elder.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan was also a little at a loss. He didn't expect to accept a "cheap" apprentice like this.

Of course, after all, this magical needle for evading calamity was a secret technique taught to him by Mr. Wei.

Just now, Ye Fan had secretly asked Mr. Wei in his heart, and Mr. Wei didn't care that he taught this magic needle.

After all, this calamity-saving needle is a treasure that belongs to China. If it can be taught and benefit more patients, it will be considered a meritorious deed!

But when the time comes, how many levels of essence Lu Yunfeng can comprehend will depend on his own understanding!

After that, Ye Fan turned around, looked at Wang Zhen and said: "Mr. Wang, I have some personal matters that I want to talk to you about!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of Cui Rongrong and Wang Dongliang next to them changed dramatically. They held their breaths and concentrated, their hearts hanging in the air, but they did not dare to speak.

But Wang Zhen didn't notice the change in their expressions, and said to Ye Fan: "Doctor Ye, you are my savior, no matter what I ask for, just ask for it!"

"Mr. Wang, this is not the place to talk!"

"Hahaha... Doctor Ye, it was me who was abrupt, let's find a place to talk in detail!"



Half an hour later, by the West Lake, there was a Chinese tea room with simple decoration.

This teahouse looks ordinary from the outside, but there is something special inside.

The tea tables and chairs are all made of high-quality Hainan huanghuali, and the cost alone is as high as one million Chinese coins.

The surrounding furnishings are all antiques. Looking out from the tea room, you can have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery of West Lake, but there is no hint of hustle and bustle, and it is extraordinary elegant.

At this moment, in the tea room, Ye Fan and Wang Zhen were sitting opposite each other. There were two cups of tea on the table, and the fragrance of tea overflowed.

Ye Fan picked up the tea cup and took a slight sip. He felt the sweet and warm tea enter his throat, and the fragrance lingered on his teeth and cheeks. It seemed that his whole body and mind were relaxed, feeling indescribably comfortable, and praised:

"Great tea! Much better than the barley tea I usually drink!"

Although Ye Fan did not understand tea ceremony, he could still feel the extraordinary quality of this tea.

"Miracle Doctor Ye, these are the 'Eighteen Imperial Trees' of West Lake Longjing in Suzhou and Hangzhou. Just like it!" Wang Zhen smiled with a smile on his face, but he was a little speechless in his heart.

You know, this West Lake Longjing tea is the first among the top ten famous teas in China.

The Eighteen Tea Trees in front of the Imperial Palace refers to the eighteen tea trees in front of the West Lake. They do not taste the sweet taste, but first smell the heavenly fragrance. They are the king of tea. They were personally crowned by Emperor Qianlong at that time, and they have a great reputation.

It is rumored that the annual output is less than one kilogram, and its price cannot be measured with exact figures, nor can you buy it with money!

Wang Zhen finally got a few taels of tea leaves, but he usually would be reluctant to drink them!

If Ye Fan hadn't saved his life, he would never have given him such a precious tea treat.

Who would have thought that these priceless "Eighteen Imperial Trees" are only "tastier than barley tea" in Ye Fan's mouth. They are really just a waste of natural resources by chewing peonies.

However, Wang Zhen will not have any regrets in his heart!

If Ye Fan hadn't come to the rescue, I'm afraid he would have died by now. What does this little tea mean?

With half the cup of tea in his stomach, Ye Fan suddenly cast his eyes on Wang Zhen's left wrist and said:

"Mr. Wang, can you lend me your hand?"

"oh?"

Wang Zhen was a little surprised when he heard Ye Fan's request, but he immediately took off the hand and handed it to Ye Fan.

After Ye Fan took the hand and ran away, his eyes sternly began to rub and study it carefully.

I saw the rosary beads on my hands. They were rosy in color and dignified in color. I could vaguely see the cinnabar part in the middle of the beads.

The outer skin is transparent, with perfect penetration in the middle of the pores. There seems to be a little bit of gold in the cinnabar. It feels extremely delicate and warm, neither iron nor jade. I don't know what kind of material it is made of.

Mr. Wei once said before that this is a magic weapon!

Ye Fan can feel that there seems to be a kind of power in each rosary bead. Although it is small, it is extremely pure, but it is completely different from the aura between heaven and earth. It cannot be explained or understood.

Seeing Ye Fan's contemplative look, Wang Zhen on the side carefully probed: "Doctor Ye, are you interested in this Chuo Ga Bala?"

"Gabala?"

Ye Fan frowned slightly when he heard this, as if he had heard this word somewhere.

At this time, Wang Zhen continued: "Don't you know, Doctor Ye? This Gabala is the human bone rosary of Tibetan Buddhism!"


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