The strongest son-in-law

Everyone was still gathered in Xu Neng's room. Han Li wrote down a prescription and asked Huilun to look for the medicine in the temple.Han Li then planned to use his original sunflower acupoint technique to treat the deficiency energy first.

Huilun took Han Li's prescription and went to the warehouse to dispense medicine for Xu Neng, and Xu Jing went to cook for the monks in the temple, mainly because Han Li didn't want to eat the vegetarian food provided by the temple.

The old monk lifted the quilt from Xu Neng's body, and only a skeleton remained of Xu Neng's skinny body. Everyone present was worried about Xu Neng, fearing that he would die like this.On the contrary, Han Li was full of confidence. He believed that his medical skills could definitely help Xu Neng.He laid Xu Neng flat on the bed, and then let Xu Neng close his eyes.

Han Li started to exercise, a bright red light flowed on Han Li's fingers, Han Li began to press the acupoints on Xu Neng's body, then found the acupoints, and pressed them hard, Xu Neng felt very comfortable all over his body, his body seemed to change Much lighter.

After about 10 minutes of treatment, Han Li stopped. Xu Neng looked much better, and his face was more bloody.He wanted to use his arms to get up, but he staggered and almost fell under the bed.

"Your illness is still not healed, today is just a preliminary treatment, you just lie on the bed and don't move." Han Lisheng was afraid that Xu Neng would disturb the rhythm of treatment if he moved around.

Xu Neng listened to Han Li's words, and lay down on the bed again, not daring to move at all.Han Li's Sunflower Acupuncture Hand is still very effective. Due to the long-term bed rest on Xu Neng, some body functions have disappeared. However, Han Li opened all the joints for Xu Neng, and the blood vessels were also opened up by Han Li. The blood flow rate in the body Speed ​​up, and the blood supply to all organs is sufficient.

Han Li found a stool in the room and sat down, waiting for Huilun to bring the herbs, and then everyone chatted.Han Li was very interested in the past of the Jiming Temple. How did a temple with a high level of incense become what it is now? If it weren't for the fact that there were still a few monks, everyone would have thought it had disappeared.

"What's your name?" Han Li asked the old monk.

"The poor monk's Dharma name is Daoming." The old monk replied to Han Li.

"Then Master Daoming, have you been at Jiming Temple all this time?" Han Li was also very interested in the old monk's life experience.

"I was sent to Jiming Temple by my grandma since I was a child. It is said that my parents died of infectious diseases when I was young. Only my grandparents were left. They couldn't support me, so they had to let me become a monk at Jiming Temple. I’m only five years old, and it’s been seven or eighty years now.” The old monk couldn’t help but shed tears as he said that, his childhood was still very miserable.

"Thirty years ago, it was said that a major event happened at Jiming Temple. Were you in the temple at that time?" Chen Xiuer asked the old monk impatiently.

"Well, yes, in the past Jiming Temple was very popular with incense. At that time, there was an endless stream of people who came to the temple to offer incense. The rooms in the temple were full. But one day 30 years ago, Refugees with knife wounds suddenly came to the temple. These people were not the pilgrims who used to come frequently. My God, there are more and more refugees like this, and they are crowding the inside and outside of the temple." The old monk wiped his tears while speaking.

"Master Daoming, wipe it off." Chen Xiu'er handed a tissue to the old monk.

The old monk took a tissue, wiped it around his eyes, and continued, "At that time, many disciples suggested to the abbot not to accept these refugees. People were homeless and forced to come to Jiming Temple. If these people were left behind, disaster would definitely happen. Sure enough, within a few days, rioters followed these refugees to Jiming Temple. There was a massacre here. At the beginning, it was only outside the temple, and later it spread to the inside of the temple. There were dead bodies everywhere. Although the monks in the temple knew some martial arts, the gang of thugs had guns in their hands and killed everyone. The scene was special. fear."

"What happened next, how many people survived?" Han Li wanted to know the final outcome urgently.

"Later, almost all the monks in the temple died, and most of the pilgrims who stayed in the temple also died, but the mob still didn't let us go, and directly harvested the rice fields planted in the temple, trying to take everything in the temple with us. Let’s go, at that time, in order to let the Jiming Temple leave the fire, the abbot called me and a few brothers into the meditation room, let us sneak out through the back door, hide in the back mountain, and come out after the riot is over.” The old monk cried out loud as he spoke.

Han Li and the others felt uncomfortable too, so they didn't continue to ask any more questions, and prepared to leave the room to let Xu Neng have a good rest.

The old monk ignored Han Li's obstruction and continued, "The few senior brothers selected at that time have disappeared, and I should be the only one who survived. Because I was in a hurry, I went to the toilet. I didn't care about being dirty, so I jumped into the latrine and hid. I didn't know how long later, I crawled out of the latrine and came to the abbot's meditation room, only to find that he had already sat down. But when the abbot told us to escape, he gave each of us a burden, saying that it contained secret books handed down from the temple."

Hearing this, Han Li was still very interested in the secret book, "Master Huilun must have practiced the martial arts mentioned in the secret book."

"Yeah, I was already old at that time, and my bones and joints were fully developed. When I went out for alms, I saw a baby in swaddle thrown on the street, so I took him back and taught him to practice cheats. He is Huilun." The old monk said to us one by one.

"Master Huilun's martial arts is very good, then you monks at Jiming Temple must have people with higher martial arts, but it's a pity that they all turned into phantoms." Han Li also felt emotional about the past of Jiming Temple.

"Actually, Jiming Temple used to have connections with all major families in Jiangcheng. I have met the old man of the Bai family. Jiming Temple has collected many good prescriptions for curing diseases. Many people used to come to Jiming Temple to see a doctor. The people are still the children of officials, and the abbot treats them equally. As long as they are sick, the abbot will prescribe medicine according to the prescription. Many people are cured by the medicine, and often return to Jiming Temple to fulfill their vows. There is also a well outside Jiming Temple, which used to be said to be very magical , Many people got strange diseases and drank the water from the well, and the diseases gradually recovered." When talking about these old monks, they still have a lot to say.

"Then what about the medicine books in your temple?" Han Li suddenly became particularly interested in this Jiming Temple.