Poison of the Human Panacea

The Buddha said: Love is the cause of sorrow and love is the cause of horror;

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The long-closed iron gate opened with a bang, and a rush of water rushed towards the face. The doorman bowed respectfully to the boy in white on the steps: "God, please."

Bai Yan frowned in disgust and glanced at the moss under his feet: "You said that the top medicine man raised by Wu Yanfu is hiding in this water cell?"

"The leader knows at a glance."

As soon as the words fell, a blue faint long light suddenly turned on in the depths. In the dark and dim stone room, it looked like a beast pupil staring at the eye, with an eerie gloom.

Bai Yan walked slowly down the stone steps, and both feet were submerged in the deep water of his ankle.

As they went deeper into the stone room, the long lights on both sides lit up in turn, illuminating the simple and mysterious murals on the walls.

At a glance, there was a strange stone in the center of the water jail, and the vines densely turned from the cracks bound a person, and some small branches and buds even stuck into the man's neck. He bowed his head, his hair was white, and his skin was extremely pale. I didn't know if it was dead or alive. It was like a dead body that had been drowned for a long time. If it wasn't for the fact that his chest was still slightly undulating, Bai Yan would almost think that the medicine man was dead Already.

It's not unusual to die, it's a miracle not to die.

You should know that this water prison has not been stepped in for several years. This medicine man was hung here without eating or drinking. He was also bound by these poisonous ghost vines that have a revitalizing effect on the health of the body. It can be seen that it really absorbed the effect and was refined into a human flesh ganoderma.

Thinking of this, Bai Yi smiled with satisfaction. It seems that both his old and new injuries have been saved.

As if hearing what he thought, the medicine man slowly raised his head.

That face was exactly the same as the demon in his heart.

"Wu Yanfu!"

Bai Yan stepped back in shock.

In an instant, his hands were tied by shackles, and the end of the chain was caught by the medicine man!

"what!"

Bai Yan suddenly woke up from his dream, his body was cold and sweaty, but he looked around. There was a thick white tiger skin under him, and a foot warmer was placed beside his feet. I didn't know where the coldness came from.

Turning around and glancing at the stone inscription on the wall, I suddenly remembered that today is Wu Yanfu's death.

Feeling disturbed, he wrapped his body tightly and saw a bowl of **** medicine soup sitting quietly on the table.

-Taken from that medicine man.

"Teacher, it's going to be cold if you don't drink the medicine." On the other hand, Cong Cong Intuo said gently in his ear.

Pressing the inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, Bai Zhi took the medicine soup and drank it.

In the bronze mirror opposite the soft couch, a beautiful teenager's face was reflected.

Blood soup stained his lips red, and his forehead burned even more.

Gaze crossed the bronze mirror on the wall, and Bai Yan closed his eyes with annoyance and tiredness.

Obviously reaching the age of a weak crown, he is still a childish boy.

If only face is enough, so is the body. He was a bit slower than his peers. Since taking blood relics taken from Wu Yanfu's body, there has been no change in appearance. So far, he has n’t even got the essence, so he ca n’t find the "Shuang Xiu, the skill has always stagnated in Liu Yutian, the fourth most important, and has no growth.

With a bowl of blood soup, Bai Zhi felt cold all over his body.

Knowing that this was a medicinal effect, he slowly untied the belt and walked slowly to the open-air bath. The white silk brocade robe fell to the ground, exposing an ice muscle jade bone.

Without rushing into the water, he sat by the pool, immersing his toes little by little. A pair of human bone bracelets and two throat bells clasped on the thin ankles trembled slightly with the current. It is indescribable. Intuo uneasily looked away, sprinkled the ground medicine powder into the water, stirred it, and stabbed the hollow silver needle into the acupuncture point on the teenager's back to bleed blood as usual.

Drops of black poisonous blood slowly flowed out along the gaps in the needles, dripped into the water, and like a kind of fire extinguished, a faint stream of green smoke came out. The green smoke gathered but did not disperse, like a small snake around the neck. The boy in the pool raised his jade neck, his hands supported a strange stone by the side of the bath, and his eyes clenched.

The water in the pool is not hot water, but it is taken from the cold mountain of the next thousand years in Tianshan Mountain. The water temperature is extremely cold.

He is extremely uncomfortable. Obviously soaked in ice water, but as a fire, life is better than death.

Indra looked at him intricately.

It is rumored that Bai Yan is not only a disciple of Wu Yanfu, but also a "Ming Concubine" personally selected by Wu Yanfu. It should be a human-shaped furnace tripod that assists him to practice Liuyutian. After his success, Bai Yan will soon die. . Unexpectedly, Wu Yanfu went into the devil at the critical moment of his great achievements, and was conspired to death, and the position of the master also changed the master, which is unexpected.

Yin Tuo was thinking wildly, and with a bang, Bai Yan had stood up from the pool.

He shook his body, and Intuo was busy pulling him out of the pool, grabbing his robe and wrapping it in his arms, and hugged him horizontally. He was about to rest on a reclining chair, but one hand grabbed his arm.

"Hug me for a while ... cold."

He heard the little leader snoring in his arms, because Yin Tuo's mind was trembling and his whole body was stiff.

Bai Yan's body was extremely light, curled up in his arms, like a delicate girl, and Yu Guang swept away, and he could see Bai Shengxue with his skin and shoulders exposed, which was really a natural cheekbones as rumored. Yintuo lamented that if he hadn't been tortured, he might have been confused by it and offended today's leader.

When the body temperature slightly warmed up, Bai's thoughts gradually became clear, and she leaned back on the soft couch, put on her robe, and then she remembered something, raised her eyelids, and asked in a low voice, "What about the medicine man?"

Intuo lowered his head: "God of Qilu, soak in a glass bottle and live well."

"Bring him on, let me see."

The wind chimes jingled in front of the door.

"Master Qilu, here comes the medicine man."

Bai Yan raised his hand, and Yintu lit the candle at the door and opened the door.

There was a sound of iron chains sliding across the ground, accompanied by the sound of wet water, from outside to inside. Upon reaching his eyes, he opened his eyes lazily, looking at the man dragged in.

Perhaps it is no longer an individual.

The man lying on the ground was almost naked and surrounded by vines, but he could see that he had a slender body, a wide back, and a large skeleton. He wanted to be a warrior. The ghost rattan seems to have been born into his flesh and becomes a rattan garment. He can only see his original skin between the gaps. Because he was immersed in the glass pool and raised, it is almost white and transparent with blood vessels. Also the slightest. His limbs and veins had already been cut off when he was made into a medicine man, and he could only crawl and crawl. A wet white hair dragged his body and twisted behind him. At a glance, it really looked like a person who had just climbed ashore. Water ghost.

Bai Yan sat up, leaned on the reclining chair, and Yin Tuo lighted a hookah, took a slow sip, narrowed his eyes in the smoke, stretched out one foot, and raised the medicine man's chin.

Medicine Man raised his head in a dementia, and a face that was revealed made Bai Yan's face slightly surprised.

This man was born with high nose and deep eyes, as if of Persian origin, pale face as beautiful as ice sculptures and jade carvings, but the color of the pupils was too pale, and was illuminated by candlelight, just like a pair of foggy blue moons Light stone, beauty is beautiful, but looks dull, like a blind man.

Bai sighed, sighed, bent down, and reached into the pipe in front of Yaoren.

As soon as the medicine man was smoked by the smoke, his eyelids blinked.

He had seen it, but his body was motionless, and he looked like he was slaughtered.

He raised his lips, "Aren't you afraid?"

The medicine man shook his head, and the coniferous leaves with eyelashes trembling slightly seemed to be terrified.

Bai Ye looked left and right and looked up and down. Except for his handsome appearance, his body did not shrink like an ordinary medicine person, and this medicine person was no different from other medicine people who had been imprisoned for too long.

How could he have such a dream?

No, Xu found the old thing of Wu Yanfu a few days ago, lest he hit the curse he left. Today, it is Wu Yanfu's death day, and he makes him suspicious.

But how could that devil come to ask for his life?

He killed him with his own hands, cut his heart, and a blood relic was swallowed into his belly.

It's a pity that the blood relic has been indigestible for a year, and it is better to die from blood poisoning.

"Ah, will you be my savior?" Bai Yan's eyes were lowered, and he looked at the medicine man muttering.

Bai Yan stretched out his finger and stroked it along a rattan-covered arm along the medicine man's arm. It was cold and greasy, and the dryness caused by heat and poison instantly subsided a lot. At the same time, a sense of anxiety swelled from the lungs to Bai's throat—he seemed to be addicted to the medicine's blood.

Holding the medicine man's chin in one hand, Bai Zhi lowered his head and buried his head in his neck, as if a small snow leopard was eating, exposing pointed canine teeth, pinpointing the location of the blood veins.

The medicine man was startled.

Bai Yiwu sucked in disappointment, disregarding Dachang's shirt and slid to the waist, his arms were wrapped around the medicine man's neck, and a pair of jade white long legs were also exposed. The posture seemed to haunt him like rain and rain. They all stared straight, and feared that they would anger the moody little leader, and they all retreated in silence.

Intuo closed the door, knelt to his feet, and whispered, "God ... the blood of this medicine is as good as it is, and it has three-point toxicity. It should not be excessive."

"Well, go out." Bai Ao raised his eyes impatiencely and glanced at him impatiently.

Indra did not dare to resist, and retreated tremblingly.

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Notes:

["Ming Fei"] "Ming Fei" is the name and honorary name of the heterosexual spiritual companion for male senior practitioners in Tantra Buddhism, that is, spiritual and physical partners.

This article refers to this generation as referring to the spiritual partners of all inferiors, regardless of gender.

[Love is born of sorrow, and love is born of horror. If you are away from love, there is no worry or horror. This sentence comes from the Buddhist work "Wonderful King Wang Qiufa".