Rebirth: The First Female Physician

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Now, after Master's explanation, she began to identify carefully, and finally found the seal pattern on the willow tree in the southeast corner.

Yuqing stepped forward to take a closer look, and it really was hidden deep in the branches of the willow tree, no wonder he couldn't find it.

"Master, will this five-star formation barrier be very powerful? Tell me how to break it, and let me do it." Yang Zimei worried that Master was weak and tired, and if he used his true energy to break the formation again, his vitality would be seriously injured.

"This little Japanese thing is just a low-level side branch passed down from our Chinese Taoism. Master is more than enough to deal with it." Yuqing said with a bit of disdain. [

He had participated in the Anti-Japanese War in his early years and had witnessed all kinds of crimes committed by Japanese soldiers in China, so he didn't have much favor for this country.

Yuqing took out a cinnabar pen from the bag she carried with her, chanted a mantra, changed the finger formula with her left hand, swung the pen with her right hand, and wrote another pattern on the original knot seal pattern with a big swiping. The original seal is covered.

"Master, what are you doing?" Yang Zimei asked curiously.

"This is the broken word of the mantra." Yuqing explained.

"This enchantment can be broken by writing a word?"

Yang Zimei also began to really feel that Xiaori Yiben's stuff was a bit more pediatric.

"It's not just a matter of writing a word, but you also need to have a certain level of knowledge and skills. For example, if you let your uncle write it, he will only be backlashed by the barrier." Yuqing explained.

"Then I can write?"

Yang Zimei's childish temper became more serious, "There are still words on the other four, Master, let me write."

Yuqing didn't stop her, and handed her the pen.

He knew that Yang Zimei was extremely talented and had an excellent memory. She had written the broken characters by herself just now, so she must have remembered them.

Yang Zimei followed the painting of gourds and wrote broken mantras on the other four willow trees.

Sure enough, as soon as I finished writing, the white barrier covering the tomb dissipated...

The surrounding wind began to blow in...

Yang Zimei looked at the grave, and found that a thick black resentment began to emerge from it, and it was just about to move, trying to break out of the ground...

"Master, it's not good, there may be a dead body inside!"

She shouted hastily, stepped forward and began to draw corpse-suppressing charms around the grave!

Yuqing also took out a piece of yellow paper from her pocket and pasted it directly on the grave!

The black smoke that was about to rise, Fang retreated unwillingly, and regained his tranquility. [

"Corpse... change? Daoist, what... what does this mean?" Yue Qing, who had been watching the movements of the two masters and apprentices, asked in amazement, "Isn't it like a TV, crawling out of the grave or something like that?" Bar?"

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