Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

After Murong Fu said there was hope, the eyes of the masters, led by Xuan Ci, lit up.

The Xuan generation has grown old and died, and the bond between the brothers over the decades is naturally deep. Xuan Ku is a warm-hearted person and has the best interpersonal relationships. No one wants him to die.

Upon hearing Murong Fu say there was a 30% chance, no one spoke up and simply told him to give it a try.

Having weathered so many storms and witnessed countless partings and deaths, they naturally understood the principle of trying anything, even if it seems hopeless.

Since they all think that Junior Brother Xuanku is beyond cure, why not let Murong Fu give it a try?

Xuan Ci also summoned the disciples at the door and ordered them to quickly bring over all the available instruments, such as the nine needles, moxibustion tools, and Bian stones, for Murong Fu to use.

However, Murong Fu didn't actually need these, because he possessed true qi and could also benefit from the effects of Taiyin.

If acupuncture is needed, the needle can be transformed with true qi. If bloodletting is needed, it can be stopped immediately. Mingyu true qi can even be used to reduce inflammation and relieve pain.

Murong Fu sighed again:

Kung Fu combined with Traditional Chinese Medicine has a promising future, and it even eliminates the risk of medical disputes.

This was the first time Murong Fu had treated such a seriously ill patient since becoming a master of medicine. He was deeply moved. This Mingyu True Qi was derived from the essence of the sun and moon, and its effects were as good as any other martial art in the world.

After careful consideration, I felt that if a healer possessed the Nine Yin or Nine Yang, the effect would be quite good, especially the Nine Yin Manual which connects the positive and negative, embracing Yin and Yang and flowing smoothly, it must be a miraculous healing technique.

We should go back and work on this, and pass it on to children who are interested in medicine. We must seize the opportunity in the medical industry!

In Murong Fu's view, this system of having many children and many blessings is great. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and I can enjoy the blessings while my children and grandchildren work.

In the future, with many children and grandchildren, each with their own strengths, there will be no need for him to suffer here treating the old monk's injuries.

Half an hour passed, and Murong Fu let out a long sigh.

Qiao Feng immediately handed over the tea and towel that had been prepared beforehand, and said eagerly:

"My dear brother, you've worked hard. How is my master doing?"

Several bald men also came forward, showing great interest in the matter.

Murong Fu took a sip of tea and clicked his tongue in amazement.

"You really know how to enjoy life. This tea is even better than the finest tea from my Canhe Manor. I wonder where it got its ingredients."

"Hmm, not bad."

Qiao Feng hurriedly asked, "What's good? Is the danger out of reach?"

"The tea is good."

Qiao Feng was speechless, knowing that his brother was just like that, and could only smile wryly.

Several masters of the Xuan generation were subtly displeased. This Murong Fu seemed to be a man of great talent and ability, so why did he like to make fun of people, especially at a time when lives were at stake?

Almost all of their predecessors had died out, and their disciples were all old, so they naturally became more and more rigid and their authority was very strong.

Abbot Xuanci, on the contrary, said with a pleasant expression, "This was sent by an old friend of mine. Since Benefactor Murong likes it, I will give you all the tea of ​​this kind in the temple later."

Murong Fu couldn't help but sigh. Those who were in charge of the big picture really had a broad vision. Who would have thought that the kind-faced old monk in front of him, who looked like a Buddha, was actually a lecherous monk?

"Then thank you, Abbot."

As for Master Xuanbei...

"Benefactor, you may ask. We Shaolin monks are not ignorant people. Birth, old age, sickness, and death are all predestined and determined by fate."

"We are deeply grateful for your kindness, Benefactor Murong. Is there anything this old monk can do to help..."

Murong Fu raised his hand to stop the other party from making empty promises.

He knew that such words were meaningless. When dealing with such righteous people, especially old men, no matter how much help he did, if it went against their beliefs or harmed the interests of their sect, he would rather commit suicide than do it.

But if it doesn't affect his persistence, he'll do anything for you if he likes you.

Murong Fu considered it a small favor and didn't need any empty promises from the other party, so he said:

"Thirty percent, as I said before, Master Xuanku has a thirty percent chance of turning danger into safety."

Now that I have done all I can, it all depends on the master's fortune. For every day he survives, his chances of survival increase, and after seven days there will be no more danger.

Bring me paper and a pen.

Then he wrote down a prescription and instructed the person to cook the medicine next door. First, boil it over a high flame, and bring the first bowl after half an incense stick's time. Then, he switched to a low flame and fed the person a bowl every half hour. Every six hours, he changed the pot of medicine and there could be no interruption in between.

He will decide whether to adjust the dosage based on the situation at this time tomorrow.

Upon hearing Murong Fu's words, Xuan Ci immediately instructed the young monks guarding the door to go to the "Medicine King's Courtyard" and tell them not to prepare the previously prepared healing medicine anymore, as they all knew that the medicine was ineffective. He instructed them to bring the stove and brew the medicine according to Murong Fu's prescription.

The monks present were overjoyed and repeatedly bowed to Murong Fu to express their gratitude.

Qiao Feng knelt down and kowtowed to Murong Fu with tears in his eyes. Murong Fu tried to help him up, but he didn't expect the other party to use all his strength.

The bluestone slabs on the ground were all cracked. It wasn't until the third one was knocked that Murong Fu finally managed to help him up.

"Brother, we are all brothers, why be so formal?"

"Brother, I'm a rough man, and I can't help but get excited, hahaha."

Qiao Feng had been taught by Xuan Ku since childhood and was like a father to him. He was naturally saddened to learn that Xuan Ku had been ambushed and was on the verge of death. He was also moved to tears when he learned that Murong Fu had saved him from danger and given him a 30% chance of recovery. He thought of bowing and expressing his gratitude.

"Then let's prepare a meditation room for Benefactor Murong and Junior Nephew Qiao to rest."

"No rush." ​​Murong Fu raised his hand and then said, "Abbot, I have been well-versed in the teachings of various schools of thought since childhood, but now I feel that there is great wisdom and profound truth in Buddhist scriptures. However, my Yanziwu is located in a remote area, and there are very few Buddhist classics. May I go to the Sutra Repository to borrow a few Buddhist scriptures, copy them down, and read them carefully?"

Murong Fu was only interested in two books on Shaolin martial arts.

One of the books is the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic). He remembers the location of the book and will be able to obtain it within seven days.

The other book is the Lankavatara Sutra, with the Nine Yang Manual tucked inside by a high-ranking monk.

After reading Huang Shang's "Nine Yin Manual", he believed that it emphasized yin and softness and did not reach the state of mutual balance between yin and yang.

He then integrated the profound principles of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism to create the "Nine Yang Manual," which was written in Sanskrit.

Xuan Ci was taken aback when she heard Murong Fu's request. She had thought he would make some unreasonable request. Although she was grateful to him for Xuan Ku's situation, she was also troubled.

Unexpectedly, it was so simple. Upon closer inspection, I didn't find any profound meaning in it, so I naturally agreed.

Just as he was about to have his disciple take Murong Fu to the Sutra Pavilion, a young novice monk arrived carrying the first bowl of medicine. He turned and glanced at Qiao Feng, whose face was clearly visible in the lamplight, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise:

"You! You...you've done it again!"

With a crash, the medicine bowl fell to the ground, shards of porcelain scattering the medicine everywhere. The young novice monk leaped back two steps, leaning against the wall, and shrieked, "It was him! He's the one who injured Master!"

His shout startled everyone. Qiao Feng was especially terrified and cried out, "What did you say?"

The young novice monk, only twelve or thirteen years old, was terrified of Qiao Feng. He hid behind Abbot Xuanci, tugging at his sleeve and crying, "Abbot, Abbot!" Xuanci said, "Qingsong, don't be afraid. You've made up your mind. You said it was him..."

Murong Fu frowned and said in a deep voice:

"A bunch of dead people?!"

Didn't you see the medicine spilled? Why don't you hurry up and get another bowl?!

Are you waiting for Xuan Ku to die?!