Journey To Longevity Chapter 471

"It seems that Fellow Daoist's injury is not only serious, but also very weird." The brocade-robed monk stopped the anger that surged up in his heart, but said rather gloatingly, as if he meant something, a kind of misfortune Dongyin thought.

Zhang Shiping's eyes fell on the green-robed monk, and he couldn't help but startled, this person doesn't even look up to Zhou Tianji panacea? It seems that this person is not a spiritual problem.

It seems that this time I won't be able to change Gengjin, Zhang Shiping thought with some disappointment. Over the years, he was injured only once when he was fighting with the Lushan Three Ghosts. Although he was seriously injured that time, with the help of the bronze lamp, he recovered in a short period of time, without leaving the root of the disease like this green-robed monk.

And because of the bronze lamp, Zhang Shiping's backup healing elixirs over the years are mostly emergency things that can suppress the injury in a short period of time. At the cost of stimulating one's own potential, these elixirs made the monk's injuries heal in a short period of time, and even his own strength was a little stronger than usual, but this kind of elixir naturally had some troubles.

After the effect of the elixir, the monk's injuries will further worsen. Most of the other monks who took this kind of panacea have already made desperate plans. No matter what the future troubles are, the priority is to save their lives. But Zhang Shiping owns the rare treasure of the bronze lamp, so naturally he doesn't take this little trouble to heart, as long as he can save his life, no matter how serious the injury is, it is only a trivial matter for him. But other fellow Taoists will think twice about taking this kind of elixir.

This green-robed monk probably has a problem with his physical body, and he is also suffering from an old disease. Zhang Shiping's medicine for tigers and wolves must be looked down upon by the other party.

"Zhou Tianji's panacea is also useless, it seems that it is indeed a strange and complicated disease." Someone said in a low voice, also with a surprised tone.

"It seems that this old man has nothing to do with this piece of Gengjin." The self-aware monk said something mockingly, then closed his eyes and rested his mind, and didn't say a word, but he still had a little spiritual consciousness. fall into someone's hands.

"I won't bother fellow daoist to care about you. But there are other fellow daoists who want to exchange with me. If not, then I won't waste any more time. It's the next one's turn." The green-robed monk tapped The table, said calmly, not to entangle with this brocade-robed monk any more.

The atmosphere became colder, and after another two or three breaths, the green-robed monk frowned tightly, and no one came through the sound transmission. He sighed, then raised his hand, and pressed his palm down lightly. The three brocade boxes in the box were immediately 'clicked' closed, and then he made a gesture to put them away.

"Please wait a moment. If it's convenient, can you tell me the reason why you got injured? Fellow Daoists should also know that if you want to cure some difficult and complicated diseases, you don't have to blindly seek any panacea. You need to prescribe the right medicine. Of course, if a fellow Taoist thinks it's inappropriate, then forget it and take the liberty of being an old man.” A silver-haired old man sitting in a corner said slowly.

This person didn't wear a mask, and his two long white eyebrows hung down, looking kind and kind.

This old man is a casual cultivator, who calls himself Huafeng Sanren, and is considered to be an elder guest of Xuanyuanzong. This person is good at refining alchemy, forging tools, and drawing talismans. He also likes to specialize in weird things in his daily life. His skills are broad but not refined, broad but not deep. But fortunately, he has a good temper, is usually kind to others, hardly fights with others, and naturally rarely has any grudges with others.

The green-robed monk paused, knocked on the lid of the brocade box a few times in silence, thought for a while, and then said leisurely:

"Fellow Daoist is right. Forget it, if this is the case, let me tell you. My injury was caused by a surprise attack in the mist in the past, but I didn't see clearly what kind of monster it was at the time. Beast, I saw that it was covered in a cloud of black air, and it kept making a sound of '咕咕咚咚', which is similar to a child crying, I wonder if you fellow Taoists know what kind of monster it is?"

The green-robed monk did not transmit the sound, but spoke directly and openly. Although the voice was not loud, all the Jindan cultivators present here have extremely sharp ears and eyes, and they can all hear clearly.

"Based on such a simple description from fellow daoist, I really can't tell what kind of monster it is. But there are only about 20 kinds of monsters that make whimpering sounds and like to hide in monster clouds as far as I know. Among them, the most venomous and monsters are "evil" and "hate wind". These two monsters, the former can hurt the human body, the latter can pollute the soul, and since Zhou Tianji Lingdan is useless to fellow Taoists , the one who seriously injured fellow daoist was the 'evil' beast?" The old man twitched his white eyebrows lightly, thought for a few breaths, and then asked a little puzzled: "Forgive me for talking too much, why is fellow daoist so reckless? How dare you stay in it?"

"Hehe, Shang Wu's appearance never comes without warning. Who would know in advance?" The green-robed monk shook his head, but did not answer the silver-haired old man's doubts.

However, if a Jindan cultivator knows the danger and still stays in the mist, there must be some kind of benefit that allows them to fight with their lives, and it is right in front of them, and they can't leave half a step away.

He then said resentfully, with remorse that couldn't go away in his words:

"Fellow Daoist is right, that monster is indeed 'vicious'. It's just that I dragged it on for too long and failed to heal it in time, which left the root of the disease, which has troubled me for decades Yes. Over the years, I have spent all my savings and taken countless elixir, but the symptoms have not been cured, and now there is only this little thing left on my body. I have also asked several seniors for advice, saying that if I take this disease for a long time Soul lotus seeds, there is still some possibility of recovery, but I have searched for many years, and only found a few. Forget it, anyway, I don't have any hope, and I won't waste the time of other fellow Taoists. I don't know If any fellow daoists present have this kind of lotus seeds in their hands, or if they know the news, I will be very grateful!"

"I don't have soul lotus seeds, but I do have three insect pills made from heavenly gu larvae, which can just relieve the injuries of fellow daoists." The silver-haired old man was overjoyed, but he couldn't show it on his face. Tiangu Chongchong Pill is not a panacea ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and it is somewhat toxic. It's just that this insect poison has a little curative effect on 'violent'. A single elixir can relieve the pain for about a year and a half.

"I thought why fellow daoist asked so many questions. I have already seen it. Fellow daoist has good eyesight. It's just that I have taken the heavenly gu worm pill that fellow daoist said, and it only cured the symptoms but not the root cause. If you want to exchange Gengjin with this, then don't think about it. You can choose one of Feijian and Yaodan, and if you want Lingshi, it's even better.” The green-robed monk suddenly realized that he After taking the jade bottle thrown by Huafeng Sanren, he poured out the worm pill and looked at it for a while, then shook his head and said.

"Understood, I have never imagined that I can exchange worm pills for Gengjin. Three Heavenly Gu worm pills for one demon pill, what do you think, fellow Taoist?" Huafeng Sanren nodded with a smile and said.

"There is nothing you can do." The green-robed monk stretched out his hand towards the brocade box, and a golden demon pill flew leisurely towards Huafeng Sanren.

The Sanren grabbed it in his hand, felt the demon pill for a little bit, and immediately put it away, "Thank you, fellow daoist."

"Everyone takes what they need." The green-robed monk said with an unchanged expression. The value of the demon pill is much higher than that of the insect pill, but when will it be divided.

Just when the green-robed monk was putting the worm pill in his hand into the jade bottle, he suddenly turned his head, with joy in his eyes, and said loudly: "Do you really have soul lotus seeds in your hand?"

The green-robed monk's gaze fell on a medium-sized blue-clothed monk, who was none other than Zhang Shiping.

When he was forming a pill not long ago, he once hunted and killed an old turtle that was locked up in a deep valley in Nanzhou, picked a lotus with two stalks, and got dozens of black and white lotus seeds. It was the so-called soul. lotus seeds.

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