When Qiao Lingshan heard Yun Xian's words, her expression immediately grew serious. The two of them ran towards the corner, one in front and one behind. Yun Xian, in the midst of his busy schedule, sent a message to Feng Ye, who was about to throw paint at the store door: "Go call Xue Lingxiu!"

Feng Ye didn't know what was happening inside. He only saw the guests rushing out of the door and quickly played a wave of music towards the sky.

The woman in front of him was still bleeding from the corners of her mouth, and the blood kept flowing, staining the porcelain white floor with a pool of blood. With this amount of bleeding, an ordinary person would have fainted long ago, but she was still smiling.

Yun Xian really didn't know anything about first aid, but he also knew that this situation was obviously not a sudden serious illness. What kind of serious illness would cause one to vomit pieces of flesh? He could only use folk remedies and cover it up first!

Qiao Lingshan wasn't much better off. The two of them were so focused on the fight that they were covered in blood, their eyes barely open. "Girl! What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

The girl's voice was vague: "I'm fine."

Qiao Lingshan was shocked: "But you don't look like you're okay at all!!"

"I'm fine. I'm really fine." The girl looked up, still bleeding, and blood trickled out as she spoke: "I'm fine, gurgle gurgle..."

Oh my god! Yun Xian: "Stop talking for now! I'm afraid you'll choke yourself to death!!"

The noise was so overwhelming that the people who had originally fled stood outside the store in fear. It also attracted a large number of passersby. They glanced into the store and saw three bloody men. They were so scared that they stuttered:

"What the hell is this?! Murder in broad daylight?!"

"It wasn't murder. Those two people were trying to save her! It seems that this person was eating noodles when suddenly blood spurted out!"

"Isn't there a corpse on the ground? Is this also for eating noodles?"

"That's right! He got into trouble earlier, and this lousy elder from the Sword Sect is still trying to make excuses! Look, how real is this now? Can fake blood be of this quality?!"

"Is the Sword Sect seeking revenge on society? Nothing serious happened in Qiankun City before they arrived, but now there's trouble every day. They're a real jinx!"

The old lady dragged the crying fox demon over, vowing to help seek justice. When she saw this tragic scene, she burst into rustling again:

"I heard that Liu Liu let him down! He was so heartbroken that he went crazy and suddenly spurted blood! Damn it, scumbag! Die!"

"Is there such a thing? Why did I hear that they were cursed by the Sword Sect? The ruthlessness of these people is no less than Yun Xian. At least Yun Xian hasn't killed anyone yet."

This, this, this, this, all sorts of outrageous things could be said. Liu Liu listened to the whispers outside, feeling confused and angry. At this moment, Xue Lingxiu finally arrived: "Everyone, get out of the way! I'm a medical practitioner!"

Liu Liu's eyes went dark: "?! You guys are committing crimes in a gang!!"

"Brother Xue!" Yun Xian quickly pulled Qiao Lingshan aside and said, "This girl's injuries are very unusual."

Xue Lingxiu used the Love Severing Needle to temporarily seal the man's six acupoints. The mad rush of blood finally stopped. Due to the excessive blood loss, her face turned pale to the point of being transparent, and even the bluish veins beneath the skin could be seen. Still with a pious look, she slowly said, "No need to heal me."

Although Xue Lingxiu's hands moved quickly, his tone was gentle as he said, "Don't speak for now. Concentrate and regulate your breathing."

Feng Ye endured the dizziness and helped pass the tools. This time he managed to persevere until now, which was very touching.

"No." The girl said seriously, "This is a gift from Buddha, not a disease."

"What kind of gift is that? A reward for vomiting half a liter of food and sending it to a coffin?" Yun Xian held her aside and said, "Miss, if you keep saying that, I'll have reason to suspect that you have more than just a physical problem."

Qiao Lingshan: “…”

Why is he so weird? Where did he come from?

As she thought about it, Xue Lingxiu actually found the answer. He saw the tiny, invisible needle marks on the familiar flesh, and his pupils shrank instantly: "These marks... she was treated by Fang Fei!"

What? Yun Xian and Qiao Lingshan suddenly looked up.

"Run away from Xinglin Pavilion?!"

"Thank you, my dear friends, for sending my patient back to my pavilion." The maid's mouth twitched, and she pretended not to recognize that the person in front of her was the mysterious person who stole the medicine. She pulled the woman's arm, her movements somewhat forcefully, "Come, Miss Xiaofang, follow me."

Miss Xiaofang was covered in blood, but she had a conscience. She only attacked herself and never attacked others. Now she looked a little reluctant when being pulled, but she still slowly followed the maid back to the room.

Before leaving, she turned back and politely said to the four people, "You are lying because you don't understand the Buddha yet."

"..." Yun Xian said politely, "Miss Xiaofang, go take your medicine!"

"What's going on?" Yun Xian looked at her petite figure, wondering, "Does Xinglin Pavilion still have room for hospitalization? How many spirit stones do I have to pay?"

Didn't you hear about this when you first came here?

The maidservant said in frustration amidst her busy schedule, "There wasn't one before, but these past few days, Divine Doctor Fang had us build a partition and repeatedly warned us not to let these patients escape... We didn't expect that she, with no cultivation, would actually jump out of the window. Isn't she scared?"

Qiao Lingshan said speechlessly: "Do you feel scared when you see her?"

It's obvious that Xiaofang's mentality is no longer normal. Even the bravest person wouldn't smile so happily when they see themselves transformed into a musical fountain.

Yun Xian made a sound transmission note and informed Qi Zhiye and Ji Rongxue about this matter.

Qi Zhiye seemed to be beating a wooden fish on the other end. Yun Xian's message came at a very inopportune moment. Someone said in dissatisfaction, "Zhiye, you're still receiving a message while you're listening to the sutra?"

"I understand." Qi Zhiye said to Yun Xian, "I'll find you in an hour."

It seemed like Ji Rongxue was fighting again. After listening to the noises again, it seemed that wasn't the case. He must be continuing his acting career in another store, diligently destroying the reputation of the Sword Sect. Ji Rongxue reported on the battle situation: "Yun Xian, your method is very effective."

After hearing about Miss Xiaofang, she hesitated for a moment before saying coldly, "I'll be right there."

In fact, strictly speaking, this is no longer included in the struggle between the Body-Building Sect and the Sword Sect. It obviously seems that the people involved are from the Buddhist sect, but Ji Rongxue is very loyal. After a while, he came over and brought new clothes for the four people. The four people changed their blood-stained clothes and then went up to the second floor of Xinglin Pavilion together.

Fang Fei looked like he had been waiting for them upstairs for a long time, or perhaps he knew they would come again. He was now hunched over some ancient book. His eyes were darker, and he looked too lazy to even give a perfunctory response. "Are you here?"

Ji Rongxue went straight to the point and asked, "Are these the people who provided the Wind Flower to the Sword Sect?"

She didn't say who they were specifically. Yun Xian was stunned for a moment and said, "What's the connection with Fenghua?"

"Yun Xian, have you ever understood why Fenghua has disappeared from the market?" Ji Rongxue patiently explained to her, "If it were only banned outright, as long as there was profit to be made, there would definitely be a lot of people using it. Another important reason for its disappearance is that it's too expensive for ordinary people to grow it."

The wind flower has a short maturity period and the planting conditions are not harsh, but its immature roots, stems, branches and leaves are highly toxic. Not to mention ordinary people, even the foundation-building cultivators who have embarked on the path of cultivation are the same. If they are exposed to it for a long time, not only will the toxins remain in the body, but in severe cases, tumors will develop on the hands and feet.

It would be fine if the wind flowers grown in this way had any great use, but they can usually only be used as food. Organizing a large number of people to grow this, did they get kicked in the head by a donkey?

Yun Xian thought of the wind flower that Feng Ye had stolen. It didn't look so ferocious. The petals were pink, small and curled up.

The costs are high, the profits are low. Who would be willing to go to such great lengths to provide this to the Dao Sect? It would be pure charity. So, is that why is there that strange paper lantern in Liu Liu's room? Are the two parties in a cooperative relationship? But what does that party want from the Dao Sect?

Fang Fei looked at Ji Rongxue and first confirmed his identity: "Are you the Young Master of the Body Tempering Sect?"

Ji Rongxue didn't hesitate: "Yes."

"You go down first." Fang Fei said, "Put on some disguise and come back up."

Everyone: “…”

It has been a long time since I have seen such superficial acting. The last time I saw it was when Jimo Shu and Yun Xian were fighting.

Ji Rongxue was silent for a moment, then went down and came back with his face covered. Tiedan behind him couldn't cover his face with a black scarf, and half of his knife-cut chin was exposed, which looked a bit funny.

"You can tell me now." Xue Lingxiu was still thinking about the strange illness that Xiaofang had just suffered. He frowned and said, "You were in cahoots with the Sword Sect before. What are you planning now?"

When Fang Fei stood up, everyone realized that he was extremely thin, just a bag of bones, without much flesh on him.

He noticed the various looks from the crowd, lowered his head and glanced at himself, saying nonchalantly, "I'm not being exploited. I just don't like eating and sleeping."

Everyone: “…” Still quite honest.

Fang Fei dismissed all the waiters before saying, "You are right. I did cooperate with the Sword Sect before. They promised me fame and money, and I helped them with their work. It was mutually beneficial, so there was nothing wrong with it."

Xue Lingxiu had long disliked this man: "You two can benefit each other, but using Fenghua on others, do you have any medical ethics?"

"Fourth Young Master Xue, you're still exactly the same as before. No wonder your third sister never lets you get involved in the affairs of the Miaoshou Sect. You're only fit to be a medical practitioner."

Fang Fei smiled lazily. "Medical ethics, how much is it per pound? You have no reputation. No matter how hard you try and sacrifice, as long as you fail once, those people will jump to their feet and call you a quack with a black heart and a conscience eaten by dogs. I have been practicing medicine in Qiankun City for at least ten years, and all I have left is a penniless family and a shabby reputation. My parents are old and have to sell vegetables to supplement the family income. The Sword Sect just gave me a boost. With the same medical skills and the same rhetoric, in just a few months, I went from a barefoot doctor to the admired Dr. Fang. Isn't that funny? Oh, you were born a young master, how could you have ever felt this way?"

Xue Lingxiu sneered back, "You're trying to harm others for your own sake and you're still making such a righteous claim? I'm only fit to be a medical practitioner, and I'm afraid you're not even worthy of being one."

"Alright, alright, stop arguing." Yun Xian skillfully tried to mediate. "We were all from the same sect before, so we're all family if you round it up. Why are you being so formal?"

They both shouted angrily, "Who's his family?!"

Qiao Lingshan whispered to Feng Ye, "Why is she trying to stop the fight?"

Feng Ye also sent back: "It's very useful."

As expected, the two of them looked at each other with disdain, finally avoiding the topic of who was qualified to be a doctor. Fang Fei continued, "I didn't intend to help you deal with the Sword Sect this time. However, I just felt that it didn't matter."

Yun Xian asked, "What happened?"

"You saw that girl just now, didn't you?" Fang Fei sighed deeply and said, "This is already the eighth one this month. My family is so troubled by it that they've come to me for treatment many times. I can only move the hall downstairs where the golden statue is and keep them here for the time being."

"Can you find the cause of this hematemesis?"

"I can only suppress it temporarily. To eradicate it, we must first find the source." Fang Fei said, "I'm locking them up not because I'm afraid they'll vomit blood and scare people, nor because I need to observe and treat them. It's simply because they're obsessed with finding a place called the 'Lotus Seat.' One patient was held by his family in front of a cliff, and he insisted on jumping down, saying that's where he's been dreaming about."

Rosette?

Another name that seems to be closely related to Buddhism.

Ji Rongxue said, "You haven't told me why you suddenly turned against us."

"..." Fang Fei's forehead twitched, and he finally said solemnly: "My parents are the third and fourth people to show symptoms."

Everyone understood at once.

Putting aside how many wrong things he has done, Fang Fei did not do it because he wanted his elderly parents to enjoy their old age. But now that they have developed such a strange disease and are on the verge of death, what reputation and shackles does he care about? Naturally, he puts all his attention on this.

Seeing everyone in deep thought, Fang Fei spread out the white cloth and said, "At first, it was just a slight vomiting of blood."

It was like the slight smell of blood that irritated the throat during the change of seasons, not worth mentioning.

"Then, he began to vomit large mouthfuls of blood, mixed with some internal organs—just like what you saw just now."

There seems to be no pain, and even a sense of pleasure and warmth.

"Then he started running around like a headless fly, saying he was going to a city called 'Lotus Seat', that all living things suffer, and he wanted to go to a place without suffering."

The location of the "lotus seat" in each patient's heart is different. They run around everywhere, some jump into the river, some jump off the cliff, and I'm afraid they dare to go through mountains of swords and seas of fire. Unless they are locked up, there will be endless troubles.

"After that, it got even worse. He started to mutilate himself, starting with cutting his fingertips and letting the blood flow."

As the old saying goes, "The fingers are connected to the heart, and biting the fingers brings heartbeats." Fingertip blood carries a person's energy, and in many Buddhist ceremonies, fingertip blood is used instead of heart blood to complete rituals.

Fang Fei had dark circles under his eyes. Under everyone's gaze, the ink from his pen slowly dripped onto the rice paper, wetting it into a single blotch. He said, "My parents have already reached this stage."

Everyone could hear the heaviness in his words. Yun Xian took a step forward and said, "Just now you said your father and mother were the third or fourth people to show symptoms? What about the first two?"

Fang Fei said: "When we found him, he was already dead."

Yun Xian: "How did he die?"

"Okay. I know you've all just been out there for a short time, so I don't want to show you these things. But if I don't show you, you might not believe it." Fang Fei sighed, took out the portrait, and said, "That's how he died."

Speaking of gore, everyone had seen many corpses in Tangling Country. But compared to gore, the scene in the painting was more eerie.

The two men sat on a wooden bench, back to back, facing two completely different directions, with their heads lowered and happy smiles on their faces.

At their feet were two pools of dried, black blood, and two silver knives with curled blades lay lying there. The two men looked as if they were asleep, if there was still a trace of flesh on their left and right arms.

"I examined the body. It was suicide." Amidst the solemn atmosphere, Fang Fei exhaled softly, "But, a person wouldn't commit suicide like that."

"For example, biting one's tongue to commit suicide. Unless they're trained assassins since childhood, ordinary people can't actually do it. Because it hurts, they'll subconsciously stop and not bite off. It has nothing to do with how strong the desire is; it's just human instinct."

Fang Fei pointed at the bare, white bones of the two people in the painting and said, "Even their bones are covered with knife marks. The cuts penetrate deep into the bones, and the blades are almost bent. They are shaving off their own flesh bit by bit, and then sitting still and bleeding to death. I have never seen anything like this in all my years of practicing medicine. I couldn't do it even if I were asked to do it!"

Yun Xian: "Where did the cut meat go?"

Fang Fei: "Gone without a trace."

Everyone felt a chill.

Ji Rongxue took a deep breath and quietly hid behind Yun Xian: "Yun Xian, have I ever told you that I'm actually quite afraid of this kind of thing?"

"It's okay, Miss." Yun Xian said with a gloomy face: "I feel a little bit too, but we have to overcome it."

Feng Ye: "I want to vomit."

Qiao Lingshan: "Swallow it back."

"Even after he became like that, when his family came to collect his body, they refused to believe it and insisted that he was murdered." Fang Fei also looked devastated, holding his forehead and said, "Murdered? Who murdered him? Even if he was murdered, it doesn't make sense! There was no sign of struggle!"

Xue Lingxiu rubbed her solar plexus and asked, "Are there any drugs left? Did she faint? Or was it the Numbing Powder?"

"No. I've checked all of this." Fang Fei said, "I guarantee I cut it while I was conscious—but this is even more outrageous. A normal person wouldn't be able to hold their hands after the first cut, so how could they still be conscious? It's like torture to death. Is there such a thing?!"

Feeling the same way, Yun Xian suddenly felt a phantom pain in his body.

Fang Fei was extremely anxious.

His parents' lives hung in the balance, along with the lives of many more to come. As wicked as Fang Fei was, his level of wickedness was limited to a bit of self-destruction. How could he possibly sit still while watching a group of people potentially torment him like this?

"Lotus Seat...Paper Lantern...Sword Sect...Wind Flower..." Although his head was smooth, it would only become smoother if it wasn't used. Yun Xian paced back and forth, saying, "There must be some connection between them."

This incident was so bizarre that the second floor of Xinglin Pavilion fell into silence in an instant.

"I think... uh, never mind."

"Is it possible that they were kidnapped into some mysterious organization...hiss, that's probably not the case."

"How about we—tsk, think about it again."

In the end, it was Yun Xianyong who took on the responsibility and said solemnly, "Why don't we ask the amazing Qi Zhiye?"

After all, it seems to be connected with the secret scriptures of Buddhism. Some rituals may not be apparent to outsiders, but can be seen by Buddhists. Perhaps there is some story hidden in the act of cutting meat.

Of course, with Yun Xian's level of education, she could only imagine the Buddha cutting off his flesh to feed an eagle. But she had been in Qiankun City for so long and hadn't seen any eagles. There were only little sparrows everywhere, and only this big crow that loved spirit stones.

In the silence, the wind chimes hanging at the entrance of Xinglin Pavilion suddenly rang again.

Everyone looked up when they heard the sound, and saw a golden light that almost poked their eyes.

Qi Zhiye was wearing a cassock, which made his handsome features look even more gorgeous. He seemed to have just rushed in from some kind of ritual. He frowned and asked angrily, "How did those two die?"

Fang Fei said it again, his expression even uglier, and said, "Damn it."

Everyone: “?”

Noticing the gaze, Qi Zhiye explained: "I'm not talking about these two people, I'm talking about the person behind the scenes."

Everyone: “…”

Sometimes, you could be more like a monk. If you take off your robes, you wouldn't be able to tell you're a Buddhist, you're so fierce.

Facing everyone's gaze, Qi Zhiye took something out of his pocket and said, "I just went to Xuanbao Pavilion."

Why did you go to Zhongcheng? Yun Xian asked, "What are you doing in Xuanbao Pavilion?"

Qi Zhiye said nothing, casually throwing a familiar piece of brown paper towards Yun Xian. Yun Xian took it and slowly read on:

【Heavenly Rank Mission·???】

[Mission Objective: Thoroughly investigate the "Laughing Buddha" incident and successfully convert him.]

[Recommended level: At least Nascent Soul stage.]

[Additional Notes: Strongly Recommended: 1. Two Out-of-Body Stage cultivators or above (including demon cultivators) must participate. 2. One Nascent Soul Stage medical cultivator must participate. 3. One Nascent Soul Stage Buddhist cultivator must participate. 4. One Nascent Soul Stage body-building cultivator must participate. 5. Participation is required from those currently within Qiankun City. 6. Participation is required from those wielding Heavenly Grade weapons. 7. Be sure to ask Mingguang before going. Remember.]

[Rewards: A golden bell, a piece of Tribulation Grass, three of the Heavenly Grade defensive magic weapons in the pavilion, and thirty photos of Su Chi that can be redeemed for cash]

Yun Xian: “…………”

Everyone: “…………”

Her throat choked, and she put the task list away with difficulty, saying, "Let's go and find your master."

Auntie, you could have just named them, but you gave me such a long list. Seriously, it's making me cry. And what's with that demon cultivator thing? Please don't include Jimo Shu in that, okay?!