one person's life

Chapter 146 Funeral
"Did you sew this yourself? The stitches are evenly spaced and quite delicate..." Doctor Sun looked at the thread removed from Tang Muzhi's ankle.

"Look at how dangerous it is for you to fight and kill. Why don't you learn medicine from me..."

Tang Muzhi hurriedly interrupted the old man's words, "Master Sun, I asked a girl to sew this on simply later. I don't have that ability, and I can't even pierce it with the Guanyuan needle!"

"Hmph!" Old Man Sun blew his beard and glared, "Young man, haven't you always been very capable? Last year, Zhang Wang asked me to see your injury, but you actually refused?"

"I don't dare, I don't dare... look at my injury?"

Back to the topic, Doctor Sun looked at Tang Muzhi's drooping right foot after removing the sutures, and took a breath of cold air: "Hiss--that's weird, the tibia is completely broken. This can't be done with surgery and training." A healed injury. According to the severity of the injury, your right foot should be rotting now. Why hasn’t the Qi and blood been lost? Is it because you guys are born with abnormal Qi pulses?"

Dr. Sun asked the apprentices to leave and walked alone in the infirmary.The old man's iconic beard, eyebrows and hair are all gray. When he is thinking, he will move around with his fingers in his beard.

Tang Muzhi was stunned. Could this injury really be that serious?He expected that with his physical fitness and the third level of reverse life, he would fix the two bones and repair them by himself in a few days. He didn't let Nadu Tong get involved before because he hated strange doctors. He didn't expect that his injuries would make this The descendants of this medicine king are also worried.

"Ah, by the way, don't get me wrong. I am thinking about the meridians of the innate alien and it has nothing to do with your injury." At this time, Old Man Sun suddenly said something.

"Hey...you are scaring people."

After thinking for a while, Old Man Sun began to carefully observe Tang Muzhi's situation.

The bones of Tang Muzhi's wound were clearly exposed, and the cross section of the wound was purple, but the cyan blood vessels inside were still transporting blood normally.

"Looking at it like this, your ligaments should have been broken at first, and they were reattached later... Have you had surgery?"

Tang Muzhi shook his head and regenerated all the ligaments and blood vessels in his ankle. Only the white Qi flowed and interacted, and the traces left by the previous stitches disappeared instantly.

"Ah... this is the third level of rebirth. I didn't expect it could be used like this!" Old Man Sun said curiously: "If the headmaster hadn't specifically told you, I would have kept you here for a few days to study, haha."

"Master Sun, have you found a cure?"

Dr. Sun became serious all of a sudden: "If I see it right... the principle of the reverse life triple is to transform oneself to a certain extent, right?"

"Yes."

"Then my suggestion is that you first liquefy this part of flesh and blood and then connect them together. The bones are fixed and wrapped in them, and then you can slowly correct them later. My original idea was to use the 'Huagu Dan' to connect the bones first. Okay, then perform surgery to reconnect the blood vessels and nerves."

"This is also the most common method in the industry. The 'Huagu Dan' is toxic and cannot be tolerated by ordinary people's muscles and bones. It is also very harmful to strangers. The doctor's skills are all in the future maintenance and recovery methods. ...But this kind of poison will damage your bones and is not suitable for you."

Tang Muzhi had never thought of directly cultivating in seclusion to reach the Dachun realm. He only needed to be familiar with the structure of the ankle and use the feeling to melt the bones and flesh to achieve the purpose of healing. However, this is indeed a bit difficult. The Dachun realm requires Ten years of hard work is no joke, at least Tang Muzhi still has a long way to go... So at this stage, he has no choice but to follow Old Man Sun's arrangements.

Just at this time, a call came from Principal Yang Lie's office, and Old Man Sun gave Tang Muzhi a Tai Chi performance on the spot.

"Headmaster! Uh... you, we didn't say we couldn't do this, but we didn't say it, there wasn't a single thing - let's talk about how we would do it, couldn't we say no? It No, we think, it all depends on people, we can think of a way, we can think of a way, it will be a little later, a little later, we will get there, right, I am done, I will take care of this for you, right..."

"Oh, Lao Gan... Lao Gan means that it cannot be cured in the short term. It will take three to four months, ah, maybe half a year, to recover. If the same situation happens everywhere, then it will get better slowly."

Old man Sun hung up the phone, picked up the thermos cup on the operating table, took a big sip, smashed his mouth, looked at the stunned Tang Muzhi and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Tsk... With this kind of skill, even old man Zhang Sanfeng would be thrown two miles away by you."

"Hey, you young people don't understand this. This is called the art of speech. When you are in a high position in the future, you will naturally understand it! Okay, I will think about it, and then I will find time to fix your bones with qi thread Live here, and you can take care of the rest slowly."

Old Man Sun waved his hand and drove Tang Muzhi out of the infirmary, and he began to meditate alone with his eyes closed again.

"Tang Muzhi... Is this kid innate or acquired? It seems that his way of practicing Qi has not been fixed. I finally have the opportunity to study it carefully... Well, there are no disadvantages caused by innate powers. , if only Xiaoyu was like him."

Before going to the infirmary, Tang Muzhi asked Tang Can to help him hand over the company's files on the theft of national treasures to Yang Lie. Now there was no need to rush to the principal's office. He simply went to the computer room to take a look first.

Gao Shaoshan, who comes here occasionally on weekdays, is not here. Tang Mu turns on his computer and connects to the Internet alone. The "Green Corps" chat room is very lively. More than a thousand messages are transmitted to each other every day. Looking at the background data, oh, he is not here. During this period, the number of members of the Corps has actually doubled, and there are still dozens of hacker membership applications under review.

Tang Muzhi went offline immediately after a simple probe. He only needs to profit from these talents and ensure that the corps will not be disbanded due to internal discord and other problems. Don't worry too much.

Tang Muzhi hacked into Nadutong's internal electronic information station with ease, and searched for information about the theft of the Buddha's head. Sure enough, the information on the website was much worse than the information in the portfolio, missing a lot of key information. It seemed that in comparison Now they trust the actual archives more, and a lot of the information may be used to confuse the enemy.

However, some additional information was captured. It turns out that the jade Buddha head is not a magic weapon. The reason why it shines brightly is because the relics of a certain eminent monk are hidden in the Buddha's eyes... But this is all possible. No information left.

Tang Muzhi also noticed that there is much less information about Tangmen than other sects, presumably because of Tangmen's special strategy when necessary.

Without any hope, Tang Muzhi retrieved a piece of information about Nason Island. The last time someone in China landed on the island was two years ago. This person's identity was canceled and he could not access anywhere in the country except anywhere in the country. I can't even see his name.

"They are all Quanxing... There are still many related to Jiashen."

After reading the information for a while, a cold voice came from behind him. "Sure enough... I knew you were here."

Tao Tao walked in generously, "The head of the gate is looking for you, those idiots have all gone to the dormitory to look, I am the only one who knows you are here."

Tang Muzhi took out his cell phone and took a look. Sure enough, it was out of battery, otherwise it could have been done with just one phone call.

"Uncle, how is your injury?" Tao Tao looked at Tang Muzhi walking lamely and asked worriedly: "Why are you still... lame?"

"It doesn't matter, just practice for a while... What about you? How is your homework? Have you learned it, Xu Bu?"

Tao Tao put her hands in her pockets and said feebly: "I can't do Xubu. I'm still standing. Now I'm practicing the Five Treasures Body Protection Technique... Alas, I haven't been home for more than half a year. It's so boring."

"The middle school at the foot of the mountain will be completed by the end of the month. I won't miss classes and practice by then. I'm sure I'll be so busy that you forget what boredom is."

"Hey, I have to look at you to say that I'm a busy person... Ah, the office is here, I'll take a step first." Tao Tao looked up and saw Yang Lie coming out of the office and glanced at them.

"Half talk...this girl." Tang Muzhi was surprised that besides the funeral of Tie Fangshan, what else was he busy with? Yang Lie had already taken him into the office.

The principal's office was still the same. It was broad daylight, with the curtains drawn and the lights turned on. Zhang Wang was also there, still staring at the information Tang Muzhi had brought before and looking carefully at it.

"Sit down." Zhang Wang didn't even look up, just patted the sofa gently, "You kid makes my head hurt every time I go out...Forget it, let's talk about letting go of the mountains first."

Zhang Wang said solemnly: "Ignore why there is no release to the mountain. After Xiao Ming delivers his body, you two will wrap him in sackcloth and mourn him. After that, you will have to observe mourning at Tang Tomb for half a year. Is that okay?"

Tie Fangshan had no children in his life, and spent most of his time performing tasks alone. Speaking of which, the only disciples he had ever led were probably Tang Muzhi and Tang Ming.

Of course Tang Muzhi had no objection. If nothing else, what Tie Fangshan had done to protect the Tang Sect over the years was enough for all his disciples to observe mourning for him. He alone was nothing.

"Tang Ming has been married for less than a year, and I have no interest in breaking up the couple... As for you, just stay in the grave and recuperate, which can be regarded as fulfilling your filial piety to Fangshan." Yang Lie said, to After signaling outside the window, Tang Muzhi turned around and opened the curtain to see that the mourning hall seemed to have been set up, with pure white linen mourning clothes stacked on the long table.

"You and Tang Ming's clothes are on the top, the thickest 'Zhansheng' clothes. You are supposed to wear these clothes for three years. I will let you go this time." Zhang Wang said with a straight face.

In ancient times, mourning clothes were divided into five types according to their size and period of mourning: beheaded clothes, Qixiang, Dagong, Xiaogong, and hemp. The heaviest cuts and the roughest fabrics were worn only by the father and son after one of them passed away. .

After Yang Lie and Zhang Wang finished their instructions, they asked him to leave. It seemed that he had no way to get involved in the company's affairs this time.

After leaving the principal's office, Tang Muzhi discovered that Tao Tao was scribbling on the ground with a thin bamboo stick, as if waiting for him.

"Uncle Master, have you been sent to the Tang Tomb?" Tao Tao threw away the bamboo stick and asked with wide round eyes.

"How can you call it fapei... don't use it randomly after learning the words, or you and I will sue Mr. Wang." Tang Muzhi scolded.

"Okay, now you two are really together...Sister Honghong just cried to death." Tao Tao said helplessly.

"Who? Who is getting together with me? A woman?"

Tang Muzhi was puzzled. Hearing this, has anyone else entered the Tang Tomb recently?

"You definitely wouldn't have thought of this person... Hehe, we were also taken aback, but you'll know when Master Tie is invited into Tang Tomb tomorrow."

Tao Tao gave it up, and Tang Muzhi didn't ask any further questions. He went down to the playground to put on mourning clothes and then returned to the dormitory.

The plan could not keep up with the changes, so Tang Muzhi thought about finding a suitable opportunity to hand over the management of the computer room to Yang Lie. It is no exaggeration to say that the potential and vitality shown by the Green Legion can become one of the biggest boosts to the Tang Sect in the information age, and it can also The opportunity to get in front of those alien forces cannot be given up easily, but there are still many variables in it. If Zhuang, a sophomore in high school, appears on the Internet one day without warning, it will set off a "bloody storm" - so we must While there are still advantages, promote the transformation of Tang Sect as soon as possible.

In the early morning of the next day, Tie Fangshan's body was delivered, and milky white paper lanterns were hung in the mourning hall. Tang Muzhi and Tang Ming knelt at the front wearing beheading uniforms. Yang Lie and the others stood in two rows, on the left and right respectively. direction.

Tie Fangshan was wearing a shroud. Tang Ming had already groomed him on the way here. When he first arrived at Tangmen, he asked experts in the circle to restrain his face. At this time, Tie Fangshan seemed to have fallen asleep, with a soft and soothing face. In the past, The frown he often frowned has also softened, and he looks like a kind and ordinary old man. He just needs to wipe it off a little when he is in trouble.

Tie Fangshan lived alone all his life, and it was not known that he had any friends, so Yang Lie only announced his funeral to the mourners, and no other outsiders were notified.

At noon, as expected by Tang Muzhi, the crowd really came, still wearing his sea blue that hadn't changed for thousands of years.

Although Mizhong is a monk with an extremely clear and lofty mind, he has been trapped in Shennongjia for many years. Apart from Buddhist scriptures, he can no longer even recognize other words. It was only when Tie Fangshan arrived that he was taught to pick them up again... The two of them interacted with each other. Reliance and mutual achievement, this kind of friendship is very complicated and difficult for outsiders to fully understand, but everyone knows the depth of this kind of friendship.

When the crowd came, their faces were normal, their steps were steady, and they chanted the scriptures for Tie Fangshan; when they left, they looked like ordinary old people, staggering, with a sad face, the sun faded, and the wind stopped. Some heavy things were taken away by him, and he didn't know when he could put them down.

Sometimes the geese return, the tide comes and there is a flood, so people are silent.

Most people at the funeral, including Tang Muzhi, did not feel any sadness, and many disciples even only met him once... But children like Tao Tao felt sad from the bottom of their hearts because of the silent atmosphere, but these sadnesses would soon disappear. The past, like a gust of wind, brings some things, takes away some things, and is eventually forgotten.

(End of this chapter)