Asking about longevity

At the same time, in the Xinglin Pavilion, Mr. Feng had just seen the patients and was sitting in the hall drinking tea. ̮̦proof ͍̘̳͂͊̂̊̀͊̕͘.̷̹̦̆̆c̶ ͙͈͚̽̄̈̎̒͜ó̶̧̧̝̳̠͇ ͕̺̲̹̔̈́ ́՝͝m̷̗͓̽̂̌̋̌̌

Several monks came in, bowed to Mr. Feng, and said respectfully: "Someone in the clan is seriously injured. Please help Mr. Feng to save him."

Mr. Feng glanced at their light yellow robes embroidered with gold threads and said, "Members of the Qian family?"

"yes."

"How's the injury?"

A monk from the Qian family hesitated for a while and said: "It seems that he was injured by the powerful fire spiritual power. His flesh and blood were burnt black, his meridians were damaged, and his breath was weak..."

Mr. Feng frowned, "Is it so serious?"

"The clan invited several alchemists to treat him, but they were arguing with each other and couldn't make up their minds, so they wanted to ask Mr. Feng to take a look. Mr. Feng's alchemy skills in Tongxian City are absolutely unique."

"That's too much praise," said Mr. Feng. "Without further delay, I'll pack up and head over."

Mr. Feng makes elixirs to save people, regardless of high or low, rich or poor. Whether they are casual cultivators or family monks, as long as they are really in trouble, they will usually help.

Several monks from the Qian family bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you, Mr. Feng."

Mr. Feng selected a few herbs, a few bottles of elixirs, and a few alchemy books to bring with him. He gave a few instructions to a few apprentices and then followed the monks to Qian's house.

When they arrived at Qian's house, they learned that the person they wanted to save was Qian Xing. Mr. Feng frowned and felt a little dissatisfied.

He had heard about Qian Xing's daily behavior, bullying others with power and doing tyrannical things a lot.

But after thinking about it, these were just rumors and he had not seen them with his own eyes, so they might not be true. And although Qian Xing was naughty, I never heard that he had done anything harmful to nature, so it was impossible for him to just die because of this.

The Qian family was miserable, with several female relatives crying and several elders looking serious.

Mr. Feng sighed. As long as a monk does not become an immortal, he is still a human being. Human beings are subject to birth, old age, illness and death. Although he has seen this scene many times, he still feels compassion. He should save it if he can.

Mr. Feng entered the room to see Qian Xing's injuries, and then discussed treatment methods with several other alchemists.

An alchemist said: "Master Qian's injury is too serious. He should be kept warm and nourished. Use wood spiritual objects supplemented with elixirs to slowly nourish the body, so that he can gradually recover..."

Another alchemist disagreed, "Tempering and nourishing cannot cure him. He was injured by the fire spiritual power. If the spiritual power remains in the body, it will form fire poison. If it is not completely removed, it will damage his meridians and Qi sea, causing endless troubles." …”

"How do you eradicate it?"

"Use Tianyuan Water, supplemented by Water Spirit Pill, to combine water and fire to completely eliminate the fire poison. Once the fire poison is gone, the damaged meridians and body will slowly recover..."

"The combination of water and fire is too violent. If the fire poison is not eliminated by then, I'm afraid Master Qian will be dead!"

…

Several alchemists argued endlessly, each holding their own opinions, but no one could convince anyone.

Mr. Feng coughed, and the alchemists became quiet.

Mr. Feng has been treating illnesses and saving people in Tongxian City for more than a hundred years. Although he seems powerless, he has great prestige.

Even if the monks in Tongxian City have not been treated by Mr. Feng, there will always be a few relatives, friends, and relatives who have been favored by Mr. Feng. Moreover, the way of heaven is unpredictable, no one can guarantee whether there will be any accidents in the future, and the request will be made to Mr. Feng.

Several alchemists present knew what Mr. Feng was like and respected him very much. Before finalizing the product, several of the alchemists even visited Mr. Feng to ask for his advice.

As soon as Mr. Feng coughed, several alchemists stopped talking and stood aside obediently to listen.

"The poison of fire must be removed..." Mr. Feng affirmed first, and the alchemist who wanted to remove the poison of fire looked happy.

"But Tianyuan Water can't be used, it's too strong..."

"What the old gentleman said is true." The alchemist said respectfully.

"It's okay to warm up, but it can't be too gentle, otherwise it's just nourishing the poison..." Mr. Feng said to another alchemist, and then listed several spiritual herbs and elixirs, and then analyzed the specific ones. Depending on the injury, how to use the medicine, how much should be used, and then according to the severity of the symptoms, the dosage of the medicine should be increased or decreased appropriately...

Finally, Mr. Feng said: "Alchemy requires mutual exchange and discussion. It is good to have your own ideas, but don't insist on your own opinions. No one will accept it."

Several alchemists nodded in agreement.

After Mr. Feng finished speaking, he sat down and drank tea.

Several other alchemists were discussing in low voices on the side, and they had an idea for treatment, but the specific elixir to use and what medicine to make still needed everyone to discuss and consider, and they couldn't completely decide for a while.

Mr. Feng was drinking tea and suddenly asked: "By the way, why is Qian Xing injured so seriously?"

Several alchemists stopped talking, not knowing what to say. After all, it was not a good thing, not to mention this was in the Qian family, so it would not sound good to say it.

When an alchemist saw that there were no Qian family members around him, he whispered: "I heard that Master Qian was bullying others, and he was injured instead."

Mr. Feng frowned.

"It's not that he was injured," another alchemist said. "It was because he used the newly learned spells to hit people. As a result, he was not good at learning the skills and the spells backfired, and he became like this..."

"Nonsense! Can spell backlash look like this?" another alchemist retorted.

"Injuries caused by spell backlash are from the inside out. His injury was obviously from the outside in."

"Yes, he must have been injured by a sneak attack using fire spells."

"Doesn't it take time to condense the spell? A few breaths of time are enough to get out of the way. Master Qian is not a fool. He just stands and is beaten?"

"How do you know he's not a fool?"

"Maybe he was careless and didn't dodge..."

"What you are saying is wrong. It must be a fire talisman, and it should not be cheap. It is a one-time use..."

…

Several alchemists were chatting lively.

If we talk about how to use elixirs to treat people, we have to search our guts, think hard, and meditate, which is a tiring task. But if we were talking about gossip, then the interest would be much higher.

Mr. Feng was a little speechless and asked again: "He used his power to bully others. Who did he bully?"

"It seems that the bully was a child? Some monks couldn't stand it, so they came out to help, and the two parties started fighting, and it was quite a quarrel. Although the world is declining these days, there are still monks who dare to do justice."

Mr. Feng had a guess in his mind, and his expression gradually became cold. "Do you know who that kid is?"

"It's not clear. I only heard that the person who helped in the fight was an apprentice from Master Chen's weapon refining shop. The child who was bullied seemed to be named Mo..."

Mr. Feng put down his tea cup, stood up and left with a flourish of his sleeves.

"Mr. Feng..." Several alchemists stood up in a hurry and chased after him.

Seeing this, the Qian family members quickly chased after him and said anxiously: "Old sir, where are you going?"

"go back!"

"The young master is seriously injured, and I still expect you to treat him..."

"No treatment!" Mr. Feng said firmly.

"This...you..." Several Qian family disciples were helpless.

A rich man with a strong aura and heavy legal tattoos stopped in front of Mr. Feng, "Mr. Feng, please go back and cure the young master. The master will not treat you badly!"

He is a monk in the foundation building stage!

Several alchemists were slightly shocked and couldn't help but look at each other.

Mr. Feng glanced at the elder Qian and said, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"I don't dare, please ask the old gentleman to save the young master." The elder Qian said with his hands.

Mr. Feng snorted coldly, "I have been refining elixirs and treating diseases all my life to save people, not to commit crimes. What kind of person is your young master? Is he worthy of being saved by me?"

The elder of the Qian family was speechless. Of course he knew what kind of person the young master was. He also knew that with Mr. Feng's temper, he would definitely not save him after knowing the whole story.

Mr. Feng's face was as dark as water, "Are you going to give in?"

The elders of the Qian family had a foundation-building level of cultivation, but being looked at by Mr. Feng, who was at the ninth level of Qi Refining, he felt a little guilty for no reason. He hesitated again and again and silently withdrew.

Mr. Feng shook his sleeves and walked out of Qian's house. Seeing this, several alchemists also took the opportunity to leave. The remaining few who couldn't afford to offend the Qian family had no choice but to stay.

The disciple from the wealthy family said to the wealthy man: "Elder, why don't you stop Mr. Feng..."

The elder of the Qian family glared at him and said angrily: "How can I stop him? My father's life was saved by the old man back then. How could I have the face to stop him? If he didn't scold me, he would already be giving me face!" "