Shinming Nursing Home

Chapter 8 True Martial Concept (for further reading)
Zhang Ji lives outside the island of Xiamen City. The island is the core area. It takes more than an hour to take the subway and then transfer to the bus every day.

Li Xiuqin was picking vegetables in the courtyard, when she saw Zhang Ji came back, she said, "Today we will eat dumplings, and I will bring you fried bacon with snow peas and boiled chrysanthemum chrysanthemum."

"Okay, grandma, Mr. Lin has prepared a special medicinal powder for your body, which can only be used by you." Zhang Ji stepped forward and helped pick vegetables together.

"Oh, what an embarrassment, Mr. Lin is too polite." Li Xiuqin felt a little sorry, feeling that she had received too much favor from Lin Chengming.

"Anyway, just leave it at that and say that the patient I'm taking care of this time is a big shot. The patient is recovering very well, and the clinic has earned a lot of money." Zhang Ji laughed.

"A big shot? How does that girl feel about you?" Li Xiuqin asked with a restrained smile.

"Hey, what do you think, we are just an ordinary doctor-patient relationship." Zhang Ji smiled.

"That's good, big family, we don't belong to the right family, if the family is wrong, it's not good to be high-ranking." Li Xiuqin was afraid that Zhang Ji would follow Zhou Jun's old path, and only hoped that he would find a girl from an ordinary family.

"Grandma, you are also a teacher of the people. How can you despise yourself? How many abandoned children have been taken care of by my family. They are virtuous, kind, and self-restraining. We are worthy of any family." Zhang Ji knew, Yang Li's behavior made grandma less confident.

"A horse can travel a thousand miles, but without a horse it cannot go by itself; a man has the ambition to reach the sky, and he cannot travel without luck."

"You are still young, don't be too high-minded. The reality is firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea." Li Xiuqin also regretted a bit. At that time, she agreed to let Zhou Jun and Yang Li marry. She thought that her father-in-law Yang Ping strongly supported them. Free love in student period.

But in fact?
Life as a couple is not the same as being in love after all.

"Oh, I won't talk to you anymore, I will find you a kind-hearted and beautiful granddaughter-in-law in the future!" Zhang Jile laughed.

"You really dare to think, I'm going to cook the vegetables, and you pick the vegetables and wash them." Li Xiuqin cursed with a smile, got up and said.

"A good man should dare to think and act, princes and generals, they would rather have kindness!" Zhang Jihao said dryly.

Li Xiuqin originally thought that living as a deaf-mute all year round would make Zhang Ji feel unconfident, but now it seems that she is worrying too much.

After cooking, Zhang Ji sprinkled a gram of Jiupin crystal powder in her chrysanthemum chrysanthemum vegetable soup, and then put the bottle on the table: "Mr. Lin said, once a day, just a little bit, mixed with food Eat it."

"Okay, okay, I see." Li Xiuqin smiled.

Zhang Ji caught ten ninth-grade spiritual bodies in the morning, and felt that his body and mental power had been consumed a lot, so he poured two grams for himself, and finished a meal.

I felt like I was alive and well again, and my mind power was able to condense ten dust particles.

Li Xiuqin also felt that her whole body was full of energy, and said in surprise: "Mr. Lin's medicine powder is really effective. I feel that my waist is not so sore, and my hands and feet have strength."

"That's right, that's good, if you have nothing to do, just walk around more." Zhang Ji said with a smile: "Grandma, I'll go out first."

"Where are you going?" Li Xiuqin was a little puzzled when she heard this.

On weekdays, Zhang Jineng would not go out unless he went out.

"I'll just walk around and come back before dinner." Zhang Jidao.

"Are you looking for someone else's girl? It's not easy for us to get high in this big man's family." Li Xiuqin said worriedly.

"Grandma, what are you thinking? I just became a normal person, and I want to go out and feel it, and look around." Zhang Ji said dumbly.

"That's right. When you're not in an accident, you like to run around, but I'm thinking wildly, so go out and have a good time." She also felt that she was overthinking.

Zhang Ji waved his hand and left home.

With the fastest speed, he headed for the largest mountain in Xiacheng, named Xianyue Mountain.

On the edge of Xianyue Mountain, there is a Taoist temple.

Mr. Lin has a good evaluation of the people in the Taoist temple.

He knew that with his current strength, if he encountered an eighth-rank spirit body, he might be helpless.

Buy a proper mahogany sword just in case.

Now in the city, some people would lose their intelligence and suddenly go berserk. Zhang Ji judged that it was largely related to this attached spirit body.

If he was by grandma's side, it would be fine, but if he wasn't by her side, in case of any situation, he would also ask for something to protect her.

I took a taxi, spent 100 yuan, and came to Xianyue Mountain.

He went straight to the Taoist temple. In the past, there was a temple on the mountain, and the incense was very prosperous.

However, as the economy has gradually deteriorated over the years, many people can't even support themselves, and fewer people come to pray to God and worship Buddha.

A relatively rugged mountain road, straight to the view.

After walking for 10 minutes on the mountain road, Zhang Ji came to this Taoist temple. The plaque on the gate reads the word Zhenwu.

Step into the Taoist temple.

There was a Taoist boy who was sweeping the floor. He had delicate features and freckles on his face. He bowed and asked, "Little brother, what's the matter?"

"Hi, little master, I want to buy a blessed mahogany sword, amulet, gossip mirror and so on." Zhang Ji went straight to the point.

"Please." The little master led him the way.

Come to the main hall of the Taoist temple.

In the main hall, there is an old gentleman.

A thin, middle-aged Taoist with a goatee was sitting cross-legged. There was a very faint light flowing on the surface of his body.

"Little friend, what are you buying these things for?" The middle-aged Taoist turned his back to Zhang Ji and asked.

"Recently, many people in the city have gone mad. I suspect some kind of ghost is causing the trouble. My grandma lives alone and her body is weak. I am not at home sometimes, so I have to be prepared." Zhang Ji said in a very respectful tone.

"Then how did you find me here?" The Taoist asked again.

"My master is Lin Chengming. During our daily conversations, he speaks highly of the people here. Recently, the city is not peaceful, so I came here." Zhang Ji replied patiently.

"Oh? Lin Chengming's disciple?" The middle-aged Taoist turned around.

Looking at him, Zhang Ji felt a little dazed, but soon came back to his senses.

"That's right, they've already stepped into the realm of dust, and their mind power is more tenacious than those in the same realm." Apparently, the cultivation of the middle-aged Taoist is also quite extraordinary.

"You know the rules here?" he asked.

"I don't know." Zhang Ji replied, he tried to use his other mind to listen to the middle-aged Taoist's heart to ask, but he got nothing.

Perhaps because of the gap in realm, he soon gave up.

In fact, using his Xintong also consumes his own energy, but ordinary people's voices are easier to hear, and he has no habit of eavesdropping, and most of the time it is accidental.

"I don't accept vulgar things." The middle-aged Taoist said after hearing the words.

"I have a ninth-grade crystal powder." Zhang Jiben had all his bank cards ready, and thought that such things as mahogany swords should not be expensive.

"Although this thing is good, it is not very useful to me. I can refine it myself." The middle-aged Taoist obviously has an unusual level of strength.

"Isn't this only circulated within the spirit guard?" Zhang Ji was curious.

"There are countless masters in this world, and it's not just the spirit guards who have them. There are also many powerful people who don't belong to their system."

"These people will go out to the place where the evil haze is to search for resources, but the price that the spirit guards give to their own people is indeed much lower."

"In the mirage, there are many good things." The middle-aged Taoist responded.

"Phantom?" Zhang Ji didn't know at all.

"It belongs to the place where cultivators gather in Xiacheng. It is located on an island, and non-cultivators are not allowed to enter it." He was very patient. It was obvious that Zhang Ji had just stepped into the world of dust and didn't know much about it.

"But I don't have any other good things." Zhang Ji's eyelids twitched a few times.

"You said you were Lin Chengming's disciple, but have you ever studied acupuncture?" the middle-aged Taoist asked.

"I have learned." Zhang Ji knew what he wanted.

"The thirteen needles of the ghost gate, have you learned it?" The middle-aged Taoist asked again.

"Mr. Lin gave me his lifelong experience of acupuncture and moxibustion. There is no acupuncture method marked on it, only the function is explained. What are the thirteen needles of the ghost gate?" Zhang Ji asked doubtfully.

"It can refresh people's minds, strengthen their minds, and nourish their souls." The middle-aged Taoist followed the advice carefully.

"Yes, but I don't have any needles on me." Zhang Jidao.

"It's okay, I have it here." He took out a needle bag, which was full of gold needles, and Zhang Ji vaguely felt that these needles seemed more mysterious.

Zhang Ji came in front of the Taoist and took the golden needle: "Then I will start."

He picked up a golden needle and was about to slowly stab into the Renzhong acupoint, but the moment the needle dropped, the golden needle was blocked and couldn't go in at all.

"In the practice of true martial arts, the first realm is the fog realm, the second realm is the dew realm, the third realm is the rain realm, the fourth realm is the river realm, and the fifth realm is the flood realm."

"I am a real martial artist in the dew environment, my qi and blood are like dew, nourishing the source, if you want to give me acupuncture, you have to condense your energy, thoughts and dust into a single point, and blend them into golden needles to be successful. At the same time, it can also improve the acupuncture effect. effect." The middle-aged Taoist reminded.

"What about the first five realms of Xuanshi?" Zhang Ji asked curiously.

"The first realm is the realm of dust, the second realm is the realm of sand, the third realm is the realm of rocks, the fourth realm is the realm of mountains, and the fifth realm is the realm of earth."

"If you can condense 360 ​​dust particles of thought and condense them into sand, you can enter the sand realm." The middle-aged Taoist pointed out.

Zhang Ji suddenly realized that, for him, being a master in the world of dust was just the beginning.

With all his concentration, he melted the dust of his mind into the golden needle.

This is the first time he has used the dust of his thoughts to combine with the golden needles. The dust particles are automatically integrated into the golden needles. He feels that even if he doesn't use his hands, he can integrate the golden needles with his thoughts.

The golden needle shimmered, and as he turned the golden needle with his hand, his strength and thoughts resonated, and the first needle slowly pierced into his Renzhong acupoint.

However, after just the first injection, fine sweat appeared on Zhang Ji's forehead, and three dust particles of his thoughts were consumed.

For the second needle, he applied the Shaoshang point on his finger.

The third needle is pierced at the Yinbai point on the inner side of the big toe.

Fortunately, the middle-aged Taoists are all practicing in Taoist temples, and there is not much smell on their feet.

After the three needles were administered, Zhang Ji felt as if he had exhausted all his energy and thoughts, and sat down on the ground, saying, "Master Daoist, I can only give three needles."

From the middle of the body to the soles of the feet.

The middle-aged Taoist only felt that his thoughts were connected with the Qi and blood in his body.

Daoist doctors don't separate families, the thirteen needles of the ghost gate originally came from the Taoist school, the middle-aged Taoist sighed in his heart.

It's a pity that Lin Chengming obtained the medical knowledge but didn't practice it.

Zhang Ji performed acupuncture three times, which did not bring much improvement to him, but it was already rare.

When he was able to finish the thirteen stitches, the effect was self-evident.

"It's not bad, you can have such cultivation at such a young age." The middle-aged Taoist said slowly: "Give you a corresponding reward, I can only give you a mahogany sword and a gossip mirror."

"Yes." Zhang Ji originally wanted to give Li Xiuqin double protection, but now he already knows the needs of middle-aged Taoists.

Just wait for him to recover, and then give him acupuncture.

After 30 minutes, Zhang Jicai removed the three gold needles.

The middle-aged Taoist was also straightforward, took out a mahogany sword, and said: "This is a sword made of 33-year-old mahogany."

He directly pricked his finger with the tip of the sword, dripped the blood into the cinnabar ink tray on the table beside him, picked up a thin pen and wrote evil-breaking runes on both sides of the sword.

Then also draw a talisman on the gossip mirror.

"This mahogany sword can deal with eighth-rank evil spirits at most, and so can the eight-diagram mirror."

"If you see that the color of the rune on it has faded, it means that it has been consumed, and it proves that evil spirits have invaded your home."

"Once the rune fades, that is, it loses its effect, you still have to come to me." The middle-aged Taoist ordered.

"What's the name of the Daoist?" Zhang Ji knew that he would inevitably come to trouble him in the future.

"Hong Yi." He responded.

"Okay." Zhang Ji put away the mahogany dagger, closed the wooden scabbard, held it in his hand, and put the gossip mirror in his arms: "Then I will come to bother you another day."

"No." Hong Yi sat cross-legged without turning his head, but above the Zhenwu Temple, there were eyes condensed with thoughts watching Zhang Ji leave.

(End of this chapter)