When it comes to supplements, the first thing that comes to Chi Yao’s mind is Liuku Immortal Thief.
But no matter what the technique is, it must be practiced to a certain stage before it can show its power. As Liu Hongzhong looks like he is dying, if he has not learned the technique, he is more likely to die first.
And the reason why Barun was able to practice it when he was about to die of hunger and cold on Mount Kangchenjunga was because he had the blood essence and blood of Ruan Feng, who was almost a master of the Immortal Thieves in Liuku, as a guide. But now Ruan Feng has probably reached Na.
On Mori Island, other than waiting for the plot, Chi Yao could not think of any way to meet the first-generation successor of the Eight Wonders in advance.
Far water cannot quench near thirst.
"The second way..."
Feng Xingtong pinched his chin, "Then the only thing that can be done is to draw fire from the bottom of the cauldron. The boy's life is a mutation caused by the interweaving and fusion of evil spirits and human souls. Since this kind of mutation in his body has deteriorated, it is better to directly combine the evil spirits with him.
Cut off his soul, directly give up the mutated part, and return to the state of a normal person. As long as there is no constant oppression by evil spirits, it will be much easier to simply treat his body."
"Cut it apart?"
Chi Yao chewed on the word, "Didn't you say it has been fused together? Is this kind of cutting safe?"
What if Liu Hongzhong’s soul was cut and he couldn’t practice Qi? Who would he talk to for reasoning?
"Of course there are risks, but with Grandpa Zizhong guiding me in the surgery, it shouldn't be a big problem."
Since Feng Xingtong can come up with this method, he naturally has some confidence.
"So..."
He pondered, "What about those cut-out evil spirits, or half-finished Dharma protectors? What should I do?"
"Evil spirits rely on the essence attached to them to survive. Once they leave the body, they will naturally dissipate."
Feng Xingtong said of course.
"Tsk, if such a top-notch protector god embryo is gone...it feels like a waste!"
Chi Yao smacked his lips.
"There is nothing we can do about that,"
Feng Xingtong spread his hands and said, "A child's life can be said to be a gift from heaven and earth, but if you can't afford the price, the gift will also become a burden."
"Well..."
Chi Yao pondered for a while, then turned to Ma Xianhong, "Old Ma, what do you think?"
"Ah?"
Ma Xianhong was suddenly Cued and looked at Chi Yao in confusion.
"So, Lao Ma, your thinking is still too rigid."
Chi Yao sighed, "Don't you want to help those in need? Well, is this what you are looking at? Don't you think that your self-cultivation furnace should be used to cure diseases instead of transforming aliens?
More meaningful?"
"Cure?"
"Yes, you see, Liu Hongzhong can't bear the gift of his talent. If your self-cultivation furnace can help him remove these things perfectly, wouldn't it save someone's life?"
"That's right!"
After being reminded, Ma Xianhong finally reacted, clapped his hands, and finally remembered something, "My original intention of building the self-cultivation furnace was to retrieve my lost memory! Isn't this just curing a disease? When did it start going astray?
What about the dead ones?"
Thinking of this, his head suddenly began to throb and hurt.
"Ah——"
Ma Xianhong suddenly let out a scream, and fell to the ground with his head in his hands, his face full of ferocity, and cold sweat dripping down his face.
"Hey, old horse!"
Chi Yao was shocked when he saw this.
"This is..."
Out of a doctor's instinct, Feng Xingtong immediately rushed to him and put his finger on Ma Xianhong's wrist.
But after a moment, he looked confused: "This pulse seems..." Is it okay?
But looking at Ma Xianhong's face struggling in pain, this "no problem" is really hard to say.
Therefore, he could only use his ultimate move again.
"Grandpa Zizhong!"
A gust of dark wind blew by, and Feng Xingtong once again entered the state of possession. The divine light in his eyes surged, and a ray of energy penetrated into Ma Xianhong's meridians.
The breath goes up along the Liver Meridian of Foot Jueyin, from the right wrist directly to Shenting and Baihui.
However, when he explored the Dazhui and Tiantu acupoints and was about to continue going up to check the brain acupoints, Ma Xianhong's expression became even more painful, and he even pushed Feng Xingtong away, stumbled and ran out the door, covering his head. "Hey, wait a minute..."
Feng Xingtong didn't care that he was pushed. As a doctor, he couldn't let Ma Xianhong leave like this with his illness, so he got up and wanted to catch up.
However, he was stopped by Chi Yao.
"Let him take a break first."
Chi Yao knew very well what caused Ma Xianhong's headache. It was the sequelae left by Qu Tong's modification of his soul many times and feedback to his body.
Although they are both Eight Miracle Skills, and their fields also involve souls, the focus of Juling Dispatch is on taming rather than wantonly modifying souls, so Chi Yao is not optimistic that Feng Xingtong can effectively help Ma Xianhong.
"You stay here with Wukui and Hongzhong, and I'll go see Lao Ma."
After Chi Yao gave instructions, he chased after him.
The scope of the sanatorium is not small. Ma Xianhong was just reacting to stress at the time. He wanted to be alone for a while, so he did not run far. He just came to the huge yellow kudzu tree in the backyard and held on to the trunk to breathe heavily.<
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After a while.
"Are you feeling better?"
Chi Yao said faintly.
"Well, I'm sorry."
Ma Xianhong stood up straight, with a forced smile on his pale face.
It was clear that he was the one who felt the most uncomfortable just now, but the first thing he did when he recovered was to apologize, which made Chi Yao understand him deeper.
"Don't worry,"
Chi Yao waved his hand, "Then...do you still need to ask Xingtong to take a look at it for you? As you saw just now, his medical skills are pretty good."
"No need, I know my body well. Only the Slimming Furnace can cure it. All other methods are useless."
Ma Xianhong shook his head.
"Really..."
Is this the idea that Qu Tong instilled in you?
The thought passed through Chi Yao's mind that he should see a doctor when he was sick, but Ma Xianhong believed that only by making a self-cultivation furnace could he cure his illness.
But the problem is that even if only the self-cultivation furnace can cure his disease, Ma Xianhong's path in the later period has completely gone astray. If the self-cultivation furnace is designed and perfected based on the standards of curing diseases and saving lives, how can it be used to transfer magical powers and transform supernatural powers?
Upward in the direction of people?
It feels like a person who has no place to live should have found a house.
But someone told him that building a house requires bricks, so he might as well build a brick kiln first!
The man thought about it and felt that it seemed reasonable, so he started to build a brick kiln.
As a result, after the brick kiln was built, the man said that the kiln could only bake bricks and was too low-level. It was better to improve it and try to make porcelain.
The man thought about it and realized that a kiln that could only burn bricks seemed a bit low-level, so he should continue to improve it.
In the end, blue and white porcelain was fired in this kiln, but what about the house he wanted in the first place?
I don’t know when, I forgot.
The premise and inference of each sentence here seems very reasonable, but it has no connection with the previous words, so that it can unknowingly lead people to a direction that deviates from the original intention. Just like when playing basketball, you constantly change your center of gravity and take test steps. Before you know it, you can go from outside the three-point line to inside the free throw line.