The strongest soldier

The quaint and solemn Tianzhu Temple is located on a dense mountain ridge, with winding stone steps leading up to it. The temple is not high, with only one floor. It is all made of wooden mortise and tenon joints. There is not a single thread in the whole building. Iron nails, but they look extremely strong. In the reception room in the backyard of the temple, Sanskrit chants and sandalwood curls are heard, exuding a solemn and solemn atmosphere. Many lamas are guarding the place outside, with their hands clasped together, their eyebrows lowered, and softly chanting Sanskrit scriptures.

In the reception room, several young people sat quietly on futons and looked at the old lama expectantly. It was Luo Zheng and his party. The old lama was the guardian of the Dzi Beads. The master seemed to know that Luo Zheng was back. It was not surprising that Luo Zheng and others hurried over and took everyone directly to the backyard reception room.

Lan Xue looked at the old lama worriedly and said in a deep voice: "Master, is there any way?"

The master was silent and looked at Luo Zheng quietly, as if he was thinking about something. Lan Xue wanted to ask, but the ghost hand next to him gave a gentle push, indicating that he should be calm. Lan Xue realized that he was confused if he cared, and he couldn't help it. I couldn't help but continue to wait in a worried mood.

After a while, the master suddenly said: "The donor's injury is not serious. Acupuncture and Qi therapy can be used. The problem is not big, but the pain is unstoppable. I need the donor's absolute trust. There must be no resistance or resistance during the treatment. Otherwise, it will be irreversible, is it possible?”

Luo Zheng glanced at the master, his eyes fell on Lan Xue, his face became determined, and said: "It doesn't matter, come on, if it fails, brothers please don't anger the master, everything is determined."

"This?" Lan Xue and others were worried. An injury that cannot be treated by modern high technology could be solved by the old lama with acupuncture and Qi therapy? Everyone had to be suspicious, but Luo Zheng made a decision and it was hard for everyone to object.

"Okay, that's the decision. You go out first so as not to disturb the master." Luo Zheng said in a deep voice.

"I'll stay and I promise not to say anything." Lan Xue said hurriedly.

Luo Zheng glanced at the old lama. The old lama was silent, as if it had nothing to do with him. Luo Zheng thought for a while and said, "Everyone, please go out. I also need to meditate. I can't concentrate when you are around."

"This? Okay, be careful." Lan Xue said helplessly, giving Guishou and the others a look, and the four of them walked outside in unison.

Lan Xue and others quickly walked out of the room and closed the door. Luo Zheng looked at the old lama with a solemn expression and said, "Master, you can start."

"Use the breathing method I taught you to adjust your condition, relax your mind, don't resist at all, let alone move, remember." The old lama also warned with a solemn expression. Seeing Luo Zheng's face nodding firmly, he stood up and came to Next to a cabinet, a simple box was taken out from inside, with a dark surface and a mysterious light.

The old lama slowly opened the box, his face became pious, and he slowly took out two silver needles from the box. They were more than seven inches long, one big and one small, one thick and one thin. They looked extremely exquisite. The old lama disinfected them with alcohol cotton. Later, he came to Luo Zheng and said in a low voice: "This is the Dragon and Phoenix Needle. It has been passed down by ancestors for thousands of years. It is one of the treasures of our religion. It's a pity that you are old and not a member of my sect, otherwise you can pass it on." Your acupuncture method.”

"The master is joking. Your religion has a Dharma Protector Vajra, and the country also needs a Dharma Protector Vajra. I dare not claim to be a Dharma Protector Vajra, but I take it as my duty to protect the country. My pursuits are different, but the purpose is the same. They are all for peace. Please give me acupuncture, Master. Luo Zheng said solemnly, and immediately used the breathing method passed down from his family to adjust his breath, entering an ethereal state, closing his eyes slightly, relaxing his body and mind, and getting mentally prepared.

When the old lama saw that Luo Zheng had fallen into trance all of a sudden, he couldn't help but smile with approval. With this concentration and open-mindedness, the old lama had a little more confidence. He walked up to Luo Zheng, and suddenly his slightly opened eyes exploded and he stared. It was round and round, and the skinny hand was wiped towards the top of Luo Zheng's head like lightning, and only an afterimage could be seen. When he looked again, two silver needles had been inserted into Luo Zheng's head, quietly and motionless, just like the original It's just above the head, extremely weird.

After inserting the needle, the old lama waited for a few seconds, then began to twist it with a solemn expression, and then flicked it a few times. The technique was dexterous, with a bit of ancient aura, and was extremely strange. However, these slight and careful movements made Luo Luo Zheng brought endless pain, his brain seemed to be split, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his face turned pale.

Luo Zheng knew that the critical moment had come. He remembered the old lama's instructions, gritted his teeth and persisted, intending to guard the mourning platform. He continued to adjust his breath using the breathing method passed down from his family, trying hard to control his consciousness and body so as not to resist the treatment. The old lama was very Knowing that this kind of pain comes from the cranial nerves, those without great perseverance cannot persevere. Seeing that Luo Zheng not only resisted, but his body was motionless, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After waiting for a few minutes, the old lama suddenly put his hands on Luo Zheng's head. His withered and thin hands suddenly swelled and turned rosy, like the hands of a strong man. They were strong, strong, and the muscles bulged, pressing Luo Zheng tightly. Immediately after Zheng's wound, a faint stream of water vapor emerged from Luo Zheng's head, which was extremely strange.

Luo Zheng couldn't see this. He was gritting his teeth and holding on. The pain was like scraping his skull with a knife. The warm current wraps around the head, and the whole body feels as if it is soaked in hot water. It is extremely comfortable, and the cells in the whole body seem to be singing with joy.

"What's going on?" Luo Zheng was shocked and couldn't figure out what was going on, but he still didn't dare to move. He closed his eyes slightly, relaxed his body and mind, and waited patiently.

After a while, Luo Zheng felt something melting in his mind, and countless memories came up like a tide, filling his brain. His whole brain seemed to explode. He was shocked when he heard the old lama shout: "upbraid--"

A loud shout made Luo Zheng startle, and when he woke up, countless memories became clear, including the murder at the outpost, meeting Lan Xue for the first time, training at the special forces base, extreme training after entering the national sword, and bloody battles with his brothers. Luo Zheng recalled the passionate scenes in all directions, everything, vividly and clearly.

"Is this my memory?" Luo Zheng was overjoyed. He seemed to have returned to the past and found his true self. This feeling was very happy. He wanted to shout a few words to celebrate. He couldn't help but opened his eyes and saw that the old lama was full of joy. His head was sweating profusely, his face was pale, and his body was trembling a little. He was shocked and asked quickly: "Master?"

"It's okay, I've overexerted my skills. If I'm good at it, I won't use it anymore. It's rusty." The old lama said with a wry smile, quickly pulled out the silver needle, looked at Luo Zhenglai up and down, and said with satisfaction after a while: "The effect is good, I can see that, you Already remembering the past.”