Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 327 Teaching and Temptation

Fang Yi's expression was calm as he pointed at Mu Qingyi, Ma Xianbao, Huang Pengfei and others behind him.

"Fellow Daoist Qingyuan, although this young friend Qinghou is severely poisoned, I do have a way to cure him.

but"

"But what?"

Master Qingyuan felt that he had been seen through by the cultivator in front of him.

But it has come to this, he can only bite the bullet and speak.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Fang, I have been practicing for two centuries and have accumulated some experience.
As long as I, the successor, can be saved, these are not a problem."

"Fellow Daoist Qingyuan, you misunderstood. What I meant was that spiritual poisons are rare, and I can use them to teach the younger generations in Qingzhi Tower.

As a reward, can I also provide the elixir for treating fellow Daoist disciples?"

Fang Yi waved his hand to take back the Five Poison Cauldron and the Green Lotus Flag. The energy in his body circulated like an evergreen pine tree. He spoke slowly and calmly.

"This"

The green ape wanted to refuse, but he felt the undisguised gaze of the second-level demon pet in Fang Yi's arms, and the murderous aura and surging blood of Fan Dacheng.

He smiled awkwardly.

Then he spoke amid the ashen faces of Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding.

"Daoyou will treat Qinghou for free. As long as you can save his life, everything will be up to you.
Green Ape is very grateful! "

"You youngsters, why don't you thank Daoist Qingyuan for giving you this opportunity?"

Fang Yi waved his hand and spoke nonchalantly.

"Thank you, Master Qingyuan!"

Mu Qingyi, Ma Xianbao, Huang Pengfei, and Qian Jiaozi have been in Qingzhi Tower since it opened, and they are not masters of the foundation-building stage with profound spiritual awareness.

Therefore, they all spoke politely and thanked Master Qingyuan.

Taoist Qingyuan's face was stiff, and he spoke under Fang Yi's gaze.

"It's a small matter. Don't take it to heart, my fellow apprentices."

He already felt a little regretful in his heart.

Even if we are ready to move away from Fengling Fairy City, why should we get involved in this quagmire for a few benefits?

Fang Yi glanced around and sensed three complete auras in the tracking beads in his sleeve.

He nodded slightly in his heart, and then spoke.

“Since Daoist Qingyuan is so magnanimous.

Qin Yu, you go first and investigate the mana of this young friend Qing Hou. What kind of spiritual poison did he get infected with?"

"It's Master!"

Qin Yu took a step forward, his magic power flowing out, holding the Green Lotus Flag in his hand. Wood-attributed spiritual power gathered, and the vitality of the plants and trees flowed.

Several identical strands of sky-blue silk were inserted into the Baihui, Shenting, Qihai, Fengchi and other acupoints.

A quarter of an hour later.

Qin Yu's face was tense, veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans slowly dripped down his temples.

"not good!"

Qin Yu's expression suddenly changed as he sensed the lavender poisonous smoke slowly spreading up along his azure hair.

He thought about cutting off the Tianqing silk, but suddenly found that his limbs were limp and his magic power was solidified.

Light purple smoke flows in the magic power.
'When did you get poisoned?
That's it!

Qin Yu raised his eyes with all his might, and saw that the azure silk on the Green Lotus Flag was emitting a faint purple light.

The purple light and sky-blue silk spread to the Green Water and Green Lotus Flag, and then with the help of the Green Water and Green Lotus Flag, it spread to the right hand holding the flagpole.

Qin Yu only felt his soul growing heavier, and several shadows flickered before his eyes.

He moved his lips several times, wanting to speak, but found that his limbs were paralyzed and his mind was drowsy.

He murmured with bitterness in his heart.

"What a powerful spiritual poison. Master, I'm so ashamed of you."

"Remember this lesson."

Fang Yi's clear voice rang in Qin Yu's ears.

At the same time, the gentle magic power also fell, slowly expelling the poison.

"There are hundreds of poisons in the world, and their toxicity varies. Some have the properties of a rock's fortitude, while others have the explosive properties of the sun's blaze.

There are also such invisible and shadowless beings.
We, the spiritual doctors, diagnose and treat various cultivators and often fight against various poisons. If we are not careful, we can easily be infected by spiritual poisons.
Yu'er, do you remember how I taught you how to use the blue silk?

Fang Yi's clothes fluttered, and green light flowed around him. The shadow of an ancient tree was looming behind him.

As the purple mist was forced out, Qin Yu gradually recovered his consciousness and magic power. He bowed with an apologetic look on his face.

“Thank you, Master, for saving me.

Sky blue silk is a gathering of wood-attributed spiritual energy, and is best at sensing the meridians of a cultivator's body.

But precisely because of this, it is easy to be infiltrated by spiritual poison and backfire, so you need to use magic tools and be more careful."

"Well! Just know it. Every failure is a learning experience. Be more careful in the future.

You have the help of your master this time, but you may not be so lucky next time."

Qin Yu learned his lesson, and the energy flowing through his body became slightly steady.

Fang Yi nodded slightly. He has always believed that teaching people once is worse than teaching them a hundred times.

Now that he has learned his lesson, this disciple, whom he highly values, has been protected by his teacher and flattered by his fellow disciples these days.

His own opportunities were quite good, and he practiced the quasi-third-level technique "Blue Lotus Treasure Color Sutra". Now he had no shortage of spirit stones and elixirs, and his progress was very fast.

It's inevitable that I feel a little proud, and now is a good opportunity to polish it.

Otherwise, the possibility of establishing a mid-level Dao foundation would drop by more than 50%.

Fang Yi stroked the little beast in his arms, his face relaxed, and spoke to Qin Yu.

"You also found out your black hair that day, now tell me.

What kind of spiritual poison is this young friend Qinghou infecting with? What is the severity of his injury? Is there a specific solution?"

Qin Yu's expression straightened, and he spoke amid the envious gazes of many cultivators.

"It seems to be insect poison? I'm not sure.

Fellow Daoist Qing Hou has been poisoned to the bone marrow. The poison is eerie and strange. I wonder what kind of mad demon concocted it. My medical skills are limited, and I don't know how to detoxify it."

'frenzied?'

Fang Yi's leisurely expression froze, and then he waved his sleeves.

"Boom!"

A thick book half a person's height fell on Qin Yu's head.

He knocked him to a stagger, and looked at Qin Yu with a grin, his eyes full of confusion.

Fang Yi curled the corners of his mouth slightly, firmly believing that he was not retaliating, but was just concerned about his disciple's medical skills.

"This book, 'Spiritual Magpie's Hundred Medicinal Therapies', is a quasi-second-level medical heritage.

With your current medical skills, you can start studying.

However, a good memory is not as good as a good pen. You should copy this "Ling Que Zi Bai Yao Lun Zhi" ten times.

So as to avoid being like that day's black hair, with no memory at all."

"Ten times?!"

Qin Yu looked at the thick book with a bitter expression. He didn't know why Fang Yi didn't record it in a jade slip and study it with his spiritual consciousness.

He just thought that his master was angry about Tian Qingsi.

He bowed respectfully and put the heavy book into his storage bag under the reluctant gazes of Qian Chuanzi, Ma Xianbao and other spiritual doctors.

"Disciple obeys, thank you Master for your guidance."

Fang Yi nodded slightly upon seeing this, and with a wave of his sleeves, several strands of sky-blue silk penetrated into Qing Hou's body.

Then his eyes fell on the other companions, and he spoke slowly.

"Mu Qingyi, Ma Xianbao, Huang Pengfei, and Qian Jiaozi, use the Tianqing silk to sense the spiritual poison.

Within ten days, please submit a paper of your experience and reflections. I will correct it for you.

To the most outstanding one, I have also bestowed upon him a spiritual medicine inheritance."

After a stick of incense.

Looking at Mu Qingyi, Ma Xianbao, Huang Pengfei and Qian Jiaozi, they all had bitter faces, but also had a faint expectation for the inheritance of spiritual medicine.

Fang Yi glanced at the monks who were gradually gathering near Qingzhi Tower.

Obviously, at least 80% of the monks had eyes filled with envy, and occasionally one or two monks even had jealousy in their eyes.

'It is indeed so. Not to mention ordinary casual cultivators, even for disciples of foundation-building families, the inheritance of the hundred arts of cultivation is extremely precious.

Among the vast number of independent cultivators, there are certainly those with spiritual healing talents. However, the spiritual healing heritage is definitely lacking.
This is my chance. If it weren’t for the surging tide of beasts, the sect would be short of manpower.

He also has plans for the lineage of Jiuqu Zhenren, so there is absolutely no chance for him to expand Qingzhi Tower and control his own power.'

Fang Yi's eyes were deep. Seeing that today's goals had been achieved, he did not delay any longer.

His magical power surged, and the Blue Lotus Treasure Flag and the Ruins of the World's Withered and Flourishing Banner were raised.

"disease!"

He pointed his finger.

The blue lotus flag moved without wind, and the flag was extremely gorgeous. Strands of spiritual light gathered and turned into lush green lotuses hanging down.

"Qin Yu, there are several other nephews here, please wait and see carefully.

Those who have hundreds of poisons in their body are deficient in essence and spirit. They need to transform their essence and spirit to remove the evil poison, connect with the gods and immortalize their youth, and have a complete body.
What Qin Yu said just now was correct. The poison that this young Taoist friend Qinghou was poisoned with was a second-level mixed poison.

The diagnosis and treatment of mixed poisons requires a careful and balanced approach, focusing on the main, secondary, and auxiliary ingredients."

Fang Yi paused, then looked at Meng Yuanhai and She Yuanding, who were looking expectant and trying hard to suppress their excitement.

"This spiritual poison is not two kinds, but three kinds.
Fellow Daoist Meng, do you think so?

"Haha. Fellow Daoist Fang, you're joking. I haven't even seen this young man, so how could I know the type of this spiritual poison?"

"Really?"

Fang Yi's lips curled up slightly, and a hint of interest appeared in his eyes.

He pointed his fingertips, and a green lotus fell on Qing Hou's body. The green lotus swayed, and a gray poisonous mist was drawn out.

"Gulu.Gulu"

The poisonous fog rolled continuously, and as Fang Yi injected a burst of magic power, the poisonous fog split into two.

The large portion accounts for about 80%.

Ghostly green light and purple mist flow among them, and sometimes the shadows of poisonous insects such as the two-tailed spirit scorpion and the red-flame golden centipede appear.

The remaining 20% ​​is like a pool of stagnant water, dark and smelly.

Fang Yi's gaze fell on Meng Yuanhai, and his tone was leisurely.

"The most fundamental component of this mixed spiritual poison is two top-level spiritual poisons. They are strangely toxic, damaging to the body and essence, and extremely difficult to deal with.

But I don’t know which fellow Taoist seemed to feel that it was not toxic enough, so he added another one to make it unnecessary.

In this way, the mixed poison becomes more and more strange, but its toxicity is weakened.
It seems that this is just to increase the difficulty of extracting this mixed spiritual poison."

"Fang Yi, stop slandering me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Yuanhai's expression suddenly changed, realizing that he had spoken out of turn.

He seemed to sense the mockery from the spiritual consciousness around him, and his face turned blue and red.

The world of cultivating immortals is extremely cruel. Poisoning and plotting against others are not big deals, but if you are caught by other cultivators, you can't blame others for mocking you.

"Meng Yuanhai, why are you confessing yourself? I never said you made such a low-quality spiritual poison."

"You and I"

Meng Yuanhai only felt a fishy-sweet taste in his mouth, and his magic power was slightly malfunctioning.

He waved his sleeves and turned into a green light, covering his face and disappearing.

After a stick of incense.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, the blue lotus flag fluttered, and the blue lotus flowers withered.

Qing Hou's face turned pale, and he let out a faint groan as he woke up from his coma.

He was surrounded by green light, a book was raised, and a medical prescription was projected from in front of Qingzhi Tower.

"I have a good connection with you all, and with Qingzhi Tower opening, I'm setting a lucky number today to celebrate with you fellow Taoists.
This Xiao Quhan San is a first-grade, low-grade spiritual medicine.

If any fellow Taoist can refine it, he can come to my Qingzhi Tower to watch the inheritance of medicine."

(End of this chapter)