Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 33 Preparation

Moreover, this painting is full of various psychological suggestions, and it can even be said that it is mixed with many extremely advanced hypnotic techniques, so that people can be attracted to it, and they can record this painting accurately just by looking at it.

Mudd, if this method had not been lost, there would be no need to memorize it when used to compile study materials, you could just take a look and be done.

The lost skills of the ancients have a long way to go to recover them!

Although he was muttering in his heart, Wen Lianggong didn't express much.

The inner drama is the inner drama, but externally, he is still a highly respected and righteous man.

As for whether it really has any weird power, we can only understand it when we go to bed at night.

Wen Lianggong did not believe that this was a portrait of Xie Ziziran. The reason why the tomb was marked with Xie Ziziran's tomb was so that an unjust person like Ye Mingzhu could collect the painting. Immortals are completely righteous immortals. How could they allow others to leave such a picture full of evil nature?

He slowly rolled up the portrait, turned around and looked at Ye Mingzhu and said, "I'm keeping this portrait temporarily. Do you have any objections?"

Ye Mingzhu shook her head repeatedly. Although she didn't know why Wen Lianggong looked unusually calm, the other party obviously took over the matter and she couldn't ask for it.

Wen Lianggong said: "It's just one code, one code. If I solve this matter, you have to go to Changqing Temple to fulfill your wish."

Ye Mingzhu is a smart person. He immediately heard Wen Lianggong's hint and nodded heavily: "Don't worry, Taoist Master, if you can return your wish, I will fund the renovation of Changqing Temple and donate an additional 300,000 incense." money!"

Wen Lianggong had a smile on his face. The financial sponsor really couldn't neglect it. He didn't have a solution for this painting.

Subconsciously, he touched the tetanus sword hanging on his waist.

"Okay, you go ahead. I will handle my senior brother's matters."

Ye Mingzhu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Aren't you going to the hospital?"

"It's useless to go to the hospital. This is a heart disease."

Ye Mingzhu forced herself to say goodbye to Wen Lianggong and left.

Wen Lianggong looked at Ye Mingzhu's leaving back with deep eyes. He always felt that Ye Mingzhu, a rich woman, must have some secrets. Otherwise, instead of seeing a psychiatrist, she would pray to God and Buddha three times and kowtow.

It's quite feudal and superstitious.

Wen Lianggong curled his lips and turned to look at Liu Changming who was lying on the ground.

He thought for a moment, and then directly used the special movement skills of Buzhou swordsmanship to flick to the back of Liu Changming's head.

Practicing kung fu is not only about knowing the moves and techniques, exerting force and movement, but also about understanding the human body.

Only by fully understanding the human body can we know which part and which acupuncture point to hit can cause death or serious injury.

There is an acupuncture point on the back of the head that is replaced by a jade pillow, which is one of the fatal points of the human body. Once it suffers a heavy blow, it can cause death, not to mention that the pituitary gland in the back of the brain is the key to human organs.

But sometimes, as long as the force is appropriate, it can stimulate people's spirit and wake them up instantly.

Hey!

A crisp sound suddenly sounded,

"hiss!!!"

Liu Changming suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, taking a breath of cold air. Then he covered the back of his head and rolled on the ground with a distorted face.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much!"

Looking at the back of Liu Changming's head, a big bump was visible to the naked eye, and it was almost swollen like a bun.

Wen Lianggong said with some concern: "Senior brother, are you okay?"

Liu Changming asked, and then he resisted the pain and turned his head to look at Wen Lianggong. When he saw a man who looked like an iron tower, he hesitated for a moment.

"Wen, Junior Brother Wen?!"    "Is it me?"

"How did you become like this?"

"These days, I prefer to exercise. It seems that I exercise too much, and my growth hormone is secreted again, and my height has increased a few inches. You also know that practicing martial arts can sometimes re-stimulate the body. I have practiced martial arts recently, and I didn't expect that I still have some talent. "

"Yes, yes, what's wrong with my head?"

"Maybe I accidentally bumped it just now. Oops, I can't see the big bump disappearing for a while. I have to wipe it with safflower oil later."

Wen Lianggong asked as he helped Liu Changming up and sat on the sofa nearby.

"Elder brother, are you okay?"

Liu Changming grinned and rubbed the back of his head, "I don't know what happened, but it was too cruel. I accidentally hit the back of my head, and it happened to be a jade pillow. I'm lucky if I don't die."

Liu Changming, who finally regained his breath, saw that there was no portrait on the table. He was startled and grabbed Wen Lianggong and said, "Junior brother, where is that painting?"

"Oh, the female lay practitioner took it away. You fainted just now, and I wanted to send you to the hospital. But then I came, so I asked her to go back first and I took over."

As he spoke, Wen Lianggong stretched out his hand to smooth the scroll in his arms to prevent being discovered.

Liu Changming said solemnly: "There is something wrong with that painting. The techniques in it are extremely weird and full of psychological implications. Many of the techniques are simply unheard of and unseen. We must take the painting back to the ancestral court and ask Uncle Master and the others to deal with it. I'm afraid it's really real. There’s something about it.”

"Forehead……"

Wen Lianggong was a little hesitant, and his mind naturally recalled the uncles he saw in the Taoist ancestral court at that time. One or two of them looked lean. Although they were full of energy, they were only in good health and everyone was auspicious.

Seeing Wen Lianggong's doubtful look, Liu Changming said angrily: "Do you think our Longhu Mountain ancestral court has survived for thousands of years just by talking about it?"

"Senior brother, please have a good rest. I will go find Ye Mingzhu and persuade her to leave this painting to us."

Liu Changming nodded solemnly: "Go quickly, if you are seen again, there will be more trouble!"

"Then senior brother, you..."

Liu Changming said proudly: "Don't worry, don't worry about me. Your senior brother and I have been cultivating the Tao for so many years. I adhere to the Taoist heart and have a firm will. For just a painting, I should keep my true heart and not be swayed by external demons!"

"Then I'm going!"

Seeing that Liu Changming was okay, Wen Lianggong also quickly went out. Liu Changming looked at Wen Lianggong's walking back, covered his head and shouted.

"Junior brother, please be safe!"

Having said that, he couldn't help but mutter, it's only been a few years,

Looking back at the building above, Wen Lianggong turned directly and rushed into the gas station.

"What, don't put it in an oil can?!"

Wen Lianggong was a little surprised, "Isn't this a gas station?"

The gas attendant said helplessly: "Director, this is a gas station, but we stipulate that we can only refuel cars. If anyone buys barrels privately, they are not allowed. Maybe you can go to a private gas station to check it out."

Wen Lianggong understood, and after thanking him, he went to a private gas station and bought two barrels of oil. He carried it on his shoulders and walked down a small path from the back of Shudao Mountain. It only took more than half an hour before he returned to the road. Arrive at Changqing Temple.

(End of this chapter)