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When the two arrived, Ziyuan had already been carried onto the bed.

There were quite a few people gathered in the room, all of them were young disciples, and Zizhen was the one with the highest seniority.Everyone stared at him groaningly, but what can that wooden fish brain of Zizhen do?

While sending someone to call for the elderly master in the temple, he cast a begging look at Zhu Quanze: "Why don't you ask the doctor to take a look first?"

Celestial Masters are also human beings.

Also get sick.

Zhu Quanze checked it. Ziyuan's body temperature was normal and low. Although his pulse was slow, it was steady and strong.His lips were ruddy, and the tips of his nails were not bruised or pale, unlike cardiac syncope.According to my disciples, not long after lunch, I heard from my disciples that I have no history of diabetes, and my blood sugar problem is not serious.There are no convulsions, dizziness, incontinence and other accompanying phenomena, and it really looks the same as falling asleep.

Although he knew that most of the things Tianshi encountered were strange, but Zhu Quanze still instinctively went through a set of western medicine treatment methods in his mind - medical history, triggers, prodromal symptoms - and then blood routine, electrocardiogram, cranial MRI... ....

Due to limited on-site medical equipment, Zhu Quanze first tied Ziyuan to his master's elderly blood pressure monitor.

Amid the "beep" sound of the instrument, several young disciples started talking in one go:

"I really don't have any medical history. Brother Ziyuan has always been in good health..."

"Incentives? I don't know. Brother Ziyuan was talking and laughing with us when he came back. Every time he comes back, he has to go back to his room to meditate first. I just went to bring tea to brother, but I saw him sitting. , fell asleep."

"Dizziness, vomiting, convulsions, epilepsy? Nothing at all. I just fainted."

The readings of the instrument came out-as expected, the blood pressure and oxygen were all normal.

Zhu Quanze suddenly felt that this might have touched his blind spot of knowledge.

Just when everyone was at a loss and waiting for someone to come, a childish voice sounded: "Brother Ziyuan is not the first person to fall asleep."

"What?" Zhu Quanze looked up, and saw that it was the child who asked him to draw lots.

Xiao Daotong said solemnly: "Really, the celestial master of Pu Cang Mountain has also fallen asleep. There are many other people who have fallen asleep."

Pu Cang Mountain, like Heming Mountain, is the two sects with the most masters today.

The little Taoist next to him quickly covered his mouth and said viciously, "Don't talk nonsense."

Zhu Quanze's eyelids twitched, the child seemed... really unwelcome in the mountains.

"I'm not talking nonsense!" Xiao Daotong struggled, "I overheard that time! They all fell asleep and never woke up again!"

Zhu Quanze took a look at Zizhen, and answered the code: "Go to the Lingtai?"

Zizhen nodded with a dark face.

At this time, the elderly master in Guanli finally came.In fact, most of those virtuous and respected celestial masters, those who lectured on the scriptures, those who wandered in the clouds, and those who performed missions, were mostly not on the mountain.The one who came was Master Xingtong, Zizhen's uncle, a Taoist doctor who mastered alchemy on the mountain, and he didn't go out very much on weekdays.

Master Xingtong was an unsmiling middle-aged man. He walked in quickly and asked, "I heard that the vital signs are all right? Where did you get dizzy?"

The young disciple pointed behind the screen.

Master Xingtong looked at the ground for a while, took out a small sachet from his arms, and evenly sprinkled the dark powder inside on the ground.Zhu Quanze smelled it, it should be Ai Fen.

With more and more powder on the ground, Zhu Quanze's pupils subconsciously tightened - on the previously empty floor, a magic circle that he could not understand emerged from the AI ​​powder!

All the disciples were in an uproar.

Master Xingtong frowned, and cursed in a low voice: "It's just nonsense!"

Zhu Quanze got some information from the whispers around him.First, this formation is called "Lihun Formation", which will allow the souls of the people in the formation to "leave" the body and enter the Soul Market - a world between Yin and Yang.Second, in the eyes of orthodox celestial masters, this is already a ghost cultivating sorcery.Ziyuan, as the leader of Hemingshan's generation of disciples, should not use this formation secretly no matter what.

And he was obviously aware of this, so he deliberately hid the formation.

But now, Master Xingtong has forcibly revealed the Soul-Living Formation.

Master Xingtong shook his head, only ghost cultivators with profound cultivation can enter and exit the Soul Market proficiently.And Ziyuan didn't have the foundation of Shura Dao, so he continued to paint like that. Obviously, for some unknown reason, his soul was trapped in the Soul Market and could not come back.

In fact, the easiest way to find the person who entered the soul market is to also use the Lihun array to enter the soul market.But there is no Asura Dao celestial master on Heming Mountain, and Master Xingtong did not dare to try rashly.He could only ignite the Concentrating and Concentrating Soul Incense according to the formation method, and retreated everyone, saying that he wanted to give Ziyuan a needle and try to summon the soul.

A group of disciples were kicked out.

Zhu Quanze asked Zizhen in a low voice: "Do you know what mission your senior brother took?"

Zizhen shook his head: "I'll tell you later."

However, when talking about "inducing soul", Zhu Quanze remembered the soul-inducing sachet that Xie Wuyan mentioned before.He mentioned this thing at this juncture, and it may have something to do with Ziyuan's matter.Zhu Quanze took advantage of Master Xingtong giving needles and returned to the scripture building on the ninth floor.

"We do have the "Soul Sutra" here." The disciple watching the building cast a mistrustful look at Zhu Quanze, "but to tell you the truth, that set of books is for ghost cultivators. What are you looking for for that book? "

Zhu Quanze spoke uprightly: "Check an ancient prescription."

The disciple who watched the building shook his head: "Most of the prescriptions in the book are bluffing and useless." But he still took Zhu Quanze to read the book.

The book was placed on the ninth floor—it was obvious that no one read it at ordinary times, and it was covered with an unknown amount of dust.

"Soul Sutra" has a total of twelve volumes, and the content of each volume is related to souls or entering and exiting soul markets.Zhu Quanze scanned the eighth volume at a glance, and actually found the prescription for the "soul-inducing sachet".Although the scripture building stipulates that outsiders cannot copy it, the recipe is not long, and Zhu Quanze memorized it after reading it a few times.

As soon as he went out, he secretly sorted out the records on his mobile phone——

Soul-inducing sachet: Bi'an spends two coins, mugwort leaf for one coin, borneol for two coins, clove for one coin, Moon Shadow cistanche for one coin, yang energy for three points, and spiritual energy for one point.

The previous medicinal materials are all easy to get, except this Moon Shadow Cistanche, which is relatively rare in the market, but it is not impossible to get it.Zhu Quanze just wanted to send this prescription to Xie Wuyan, only then remembered that he did not have his contact information.

Didn't even add WeChat!

But then again, does that guy have WeChat?Oh, by the way, Tuantuan said before that there is Six Realms Tantan, Xie Wuyan probably does not have WeChat, only the Six Realms version of WeChat...

Zhu Quanze was delayed a lot of time because of Senior Brother Ziyuan.In the afternoon, the cable car at the North Peak must not be able to catch up.He remembered Xie Wuyan's advice, and decided to stay at Zizhen's place tonight.

The night on Heming Mountain is as cool as water, and there is no need for air conditioning in summer.

Zizhen went to take a shower and hadn't come back yet. Zhu Quanze walked up to the small terrace alone, sat cross-legged on the ground, and raised his head.There is little light pollution on the top of the mountain, and the night sky overhead is invisible in the city.The sky is silent and the stars are twinkling. Zhu Quanze feels very comfortable watching the stars while blowing the wind.

At this moment, a little thing flapped its wings and flew over.

The light outside was dim, Zhu Quanze narrowed his eyes slightly—is it a butterfly?

That little thing didn't seem to be afraid of people at all, it flapped its wings and circled around Zhu Quanze's head twice.Zhu Quanze stretched out his hand, and it folded its wings and landed on his fingertips.

When he got it, Zhu Quanze realized that it was a snow-white thousand paper crane.

Made of real paper.

As soon as it touched Zhu Quanze's hand, it stopped moving, and it was quietly folded in his palm like an ordinary origami work.

Zhu Quanze: "..."

He suddenly remembered Xie Wuyan's six-character mantra.

Zhu Quanze disassembled the paper crane, and saw it turned into an ordinary square white paper. On the blank paper, a few words slowly emerged: "Everything is going well?"

Zhu Quanze could recognize the handwriting at a glance, Xie Wuyan.

Sometimes Zhu Quanze wondered if Xie Wuyan cast some spell in his words?Everyone is composed of horizontal and vertical strokes, so why do the words rise up when it comes to his pen?

It's also a nine-year compulsory education, and you're just as good as you are.

The strokes on the paper are beautiful and powerful, Zhu Quanze seems to be able to see Xie Wuyan's cold and deep outline through that stroke.Thinking of this, his face was inexplicably hot, but the faint blush was hidden in the dark night, only the heavens, earth and stars knew it.

Finally, the mountain wind mischievously swept away some of the heat on his face.Zhu Quanze flicked the piece of paper: "Crooked? Can you hear me?"

White paper does not respond.

Zhu Quanze said to the paper again: "It went well, I will go back tomorrow."

Still no response.

Well, it seems that this paper crane does not have the function of voice communication.

Zhu Quanze went back to the room, found a pen, and wrote under the line as if by chance—"Everything is going well, how about you?"

His handwriting is irritating and crazily inherited from his ancestors, and after he became a doctor, it became more and more out of control.

After a few seconds, the two lines of writing disappeared together.

After a while, there was a reply on the paper - a small paw print of Jiuling.

Zhu Quanze chuckled.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zizhen seemed to have come back from the shower.Zhu Quanze quickly put away the note.

Zizhen entered the door with a troubled expression on his face: "Hey, Quanze, I heard that senior brother hasn't woken up yet."

Zizhen's original plan to gossip with Zhu Quanze all night fell through, and the two talked about it all because of Ziyuan.

"Originally, this task wasn't too difficult, but there was a boy who suddenly suffered from soul-loss disease after returning from a trip. That is, all vital signs are normal, but you can't wake up from that kind of disease, you know? Originally it was It was a matter of summoning souls. At that time, I went to a celestial master in Pu Cang. As a result, that celestial master also lost his soul. It was after the celestial master disappeared that my brother accepted this task. The nature and difficulty were different. ..."

"After traveling back? Where to travel?"

Zizhen frowned a little uneasy: "So this is the problem. I heard from that family that their son just came to climb the northern peak of Heming Mountain."