Chapter 93: Ninety-third day of quitting the circle, find someone to conduct a field test. ...
Yunsheng's attending physician is 62 years old this year. His hair is all gray. In addition, he was in a car accident when he was young and did not recover well. He has a slight limp. He usually walks slowly when encountering non-emergency situations. But now, he is being pulled by Mingxin's arm and running wildly in the corridor. Upon closer inspection, it seems that both feet are not touching the ground.
By the time the person stood still in front of the ward, the soul was still floating behind and had no time to catch up.
"Doctor, doctor, please take a look at him. He finally woke up, how come he suddenly became like this?" Mingxin's urging was right next to his ears. Seeing that the situation was not good, the attending doctor limped and strode towards the bedside without Mingxin pulling him this time.
Yunsheng's chest heaved violently, and he seemed to struggle to stand. However, the scar on his chest hadn't fully healed, and as a result, a layer of blood immediately stained his white hospital gown. The attending doctor quickly administered a sedative. As the liquid entered his veins, Yunsheng's wheezing, like that of an old cow, gradually subsided. His tense body softened, and he slumped against the bed, falling asleep once more.
"It looks like he was traumatized," the attending physician speculated. "Perhaps after waking up, he recalled the scene of his injury and became agitated. However, the fact that he's awake proves that his physical issues can be resolved through continued treatment and rest. The psychological issues require your attention. If necessary, make an appointment with a psychiatrist and speak to a doctor."
Although they had just witnessed Yunsheng's struggle, Mingwu and the others still breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the attending physician's words.
After re-stitching Yunsheng's wound and conducting a few more tests to confirm that his condition had indeed improved, the attending doctor slowly walked towards the office.
In the ward.
Looking at Yunsheng sleeping peacefully, Mingxin scratched his head and whispered to Mingwu, "This is not good. I didn't expect this incident to bring such a big shadow to Yunsheng."
Mingwu didn't say anything, but there was a clear frown on his brows, and it was obvious that he had the same worry as Mingxin.
Su Shi sat by the window and yawned lazily. His red crew cut became even more glaring as the sunlight streamed in. He glanced at Yun Sheng's pale face and said nonchalantly, "What's wrong with that? Isn't that how it is in this business? It's either the other person dies or you die. Just think it through. At worst, have him switch to my sect. I'll teach him some evil curses, and I guarantee it'll be the other person's head that gets chopped off next time."
Mingxin: “…”
Mingwu: "..."
The former turned his head to look at him and muttered, "Wasn't it my senior brother who was trying to steal your girl in the beginning? How did it become you stealing girls from our Liuyun Temple? Besides, where is your master now? Did you leave the temple?"
Su Shi choked at the latter part of the sentence, his eyes glaring as if he wanted to devour Ming Xin alive. But after spending the past few days together, Ming Xin had already, as Peng Qiu had hoped, gotten rid of his stereotype of Su Shi. He knew that Su Shi was just a facade, a weakling. As long as his bottom line and principles were not affected, no matter how fierce he acted, he was just a cat.
At most, the howling sound became a little louder.
Ignoring the other party's ferocity, Mingxin lowered his head and searched on some social media apps to find out which hospital had the best mental health department in northern Beijing.
Their place is small, and the medical resources of the hospital are definitely not as good as those in northern Beijing.
If you really want to see a doctor, you have to go to Jingbei.
Mingxin thought about this and sighed. Who could have thought that with his relationship with Yunsheng, one day they would be so harmonious that they could help each other find a hospital for treatment.
It's totally unfair.
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The hour hand on the wall clock quickly turned to 12. Qingyang leaned back on the bed. Seeing that it was getting late, he suggested, "You two should go eat first. Fellow Daoists Sushi and Pengqiu have been working hard these past few days. It's a good thing Mingwu is here, so why not take them to a nearby restaurant for a good meal?"
Mingxin thought so too.
Although he had only been a caregiver for two days, he had already tried almost all the takeouts that interested him in the area. He was just discussing with Pengqiu whether the hot and sour noodles six kilometers away were delicious.
"There's a hot pot restaurant nearby. How about we go eat there?" Mingxin looked at Mingwu expectantly. Mingwu looked at Qingyang, then at Yunsheng, hesitating slightly until Qingyang smiled and said, "Come on, I'll be watching over here. If Yunsheng wakes up, I'll call you guys right away."
Although Qingyang was older than Yunsheng, his body recovered quickly. The wounds on his waist and abdomen had healed well, and he could now turn over occasionally. With him watching Yunsheng, there wasn't much of a problem. Thinking of this, Mingwu turned his gaze to Pengqiu and Sushi.
Su Shi raised his eyelids and said in a unique way: "I don't want to eat."
Mingxin thought he didn't want to eat hot pot, so he opened his phone and found a food sharing app. He asked in a nagging voice, "So what do you want to eat? Western food? Japanese food? Barbecue?"
"I don't want to eat anything." He waved at them, "You guys go eat. I still have to research a new evil spell. I'll have it soon."
Mingxin: “…”
He'd already noticed. As soon as Su Shi returned to the ward after taking a breath, he leaned against the window, scribbling on paper with a pen, incredibly serious. When he heard the word "curse," a look of "as expected" crossed his face. Then, curiously, he leaned over and asked, "So, what kind of curse did you come up with? Tell me about it."
"What's the point of telling you? You won't learn." Su Shi squinted his eyes at him, earning Ming Xin an unconvinced retort, "Who said I won't learn? My perspective has changed a bit now. To be honest, I've even cast a spell of bad luck on someone before."
When he said the last three words, Mingxin noticed keenly that Sushi's expression became half-smile. His body tensed up and he turned stiffly, seeing Mingwu looking at him with his arms folded.
Mingxin: “…”
I let it slip.
But he suddenly raised his hand and told Mingwu that he could explain: "I asked the ancestor, and he agreed to let me curse people with the bad luck of the year. And the people I cursed were all bastards and murderers!"
Su Shi raised his eyebrows, showing some interest in Ming Xin's statement. He nodded and praised: "Then you have a brighter future than the other disciples of Liuyun Temple who stick to the old ways."
He hooked his finger at Mingxin, and as he approached, he shared his new research: "I've named this curse Blooming Flowers. When the curse enters the body, flowers will grow from the flesh and blood of the person who is cursed. The buds will break through the skin and grow and bloom by sucking blood. When the flowers wither, the person will turn into a mummy. What do you think? Are you interested?"
Mingxin: “…”
He took two steps back and forced a smile on his face: "I'm afraid the Grandmaster won't agree this time."
Su Shi sighed, thinking that these guys really had no taste at all. They couldn't even appreciate such an interesting curse. He waved at them with a rather bored look, "Then you can go eat."
Ming Xin thought to himself that he no longer even had the desire to eat.
After all, the color of the hot pot bottom is quite similar to blood.
Compared to Mingxin, Mingwu's receptiveness was quite strong. Perhaps because he had known Sushi's style from the very beginning, he was not surprised at all when he heard the evil flower-blooming curse. He said to Sushi, "Thank you for your hard work, fellow Daoist Sushi. We'll come back later to bring you lunch."
Qingyang didn't need it. He ate some easily digestible liquid food delivered by the hospital cafeteria.
With Mingwu and the other two leaving the ward, the already spacious room suddenly became even emptier. Qingyang lay on his side, his back to Sushi, who stood by the window. His gaze remained fixed on Yunsheng's face, and annoyance spread throughout his body. He was annoyed that Yunsheng's condition had improved, but also annoyed that Sushi was still in the ward. He couldn't even think of killing Yunsheng again.
Three years ago, at a national Taoist temple exchange meeting, he had noticed Sushi, a disciple of Huanlongtai, because his style was unique, and his vicious curses made him seem unkind. But in reality, the opposite was true. Sushi's principles were clearer than anyone else's. Three years of travel and training had sharpened his abilities. When dealing with members of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society from Shouhe Village, he was caught off guard by the incantations and suffered a heavy loss.
This incident also made Qingyang realize that with Su Shi around, it would be impossible for him to kill Su Shi and Yun Sheng at the same time.
Not to mention that he is still injured at the moment and his strength is far from what it used to be.
...If it were Pengqiu or Mingxin, there would be a chance.
But such an opportunity is not easy to come by. If Yunsheng wakes up completely and tells Taiwei Sanren the real situation in Shouhe Village that day... Qingyang certainly knows that Taiwei Sanren will not believe everything Yunsheng says, but the uncle and disciple in the Taoist temple each hold to their own opinions and accuse the other of being a villain. Given Taiwei Sanren's cautious character, he will probably not be friendly to anyone before he finds evidence.
Once the seed of doubt was planted, he would probably not feel so comfortable in Liuyun Temple.
Nails dug into his palms, Qingyang told himself to stay calm. He closed his eyes, exhaled slowly, and buried all his emotions deep in his heart. He wanted to wait, wait for the right moment to end Yunsheng's life and then take the initiative into his own hands.
It is impossible for Su Shi to stay in the ward all the time.
What Qingyang didn't expect was that this opportunity came extremely quickly.
Mingxin and his group, who had to temporarily give up hot pot and switch to barbecue because of the evil curse, returned to the hospital an hour and a half later and brought Sushi the famous Korean bibimbap from the barbecue restaurant.
Mingxin walked over to Sushi with the thermos bag, took out the lunch boxes one by one, and pushed them to the small table. "Here, Pengqiu said you like spicy food, so he specially picked one with hot sauce. Try it, it should taste good. After all, their barbecue is also very delicious."
Throwing the notebook in his hand aside, Su Shi didn't bother to be polite with them.
He ate carelessly, finishing a large bowl of bibimbap in just a few bites, threw the packaging box into the trash can, and continued to study the evil curse.
Time quickly arrived at three in the afternoon. When Mingwu stood up to say goodbye, Sushi also stood up from his chair by the window. Mingwu noticed his movements and asked with a smile, "Have you finished your research?"
"Almost done. I'm going to find someone to conduct an on-site test to see if the results are what I imagined."
He spoke casually, but the listeners' eyes widened.
Mingxin almost couldn't control his voice: "Can we find someone to test this?"
Su Shi glanced at him and said, "Why not? In such a big city, is it possible that we can't find a villain who has committed many evil deeds?"
As he spoke, he raised his chin towards his junior fellow apprentice Pengqiu, who was already accustomed to his style, and instructed, "I probably won't be coming tonight. Pengqiu, please look after Daoist Fellows Qingyang and Yunsheng. If there's anything special, call me... Forget it, don't call me. I might not be able to answer even if you call. Call Daoist Fellow Mingwu instead."
"Don't act like I'm useless. I'm here too." Mingxin curled her lips. "Don't worry. I'll notify my senior brother as soon as Yunsheng wakes up."
After giving the instructions, Mingwu and Sushi left the ward at the same time.
Looking at the two figures leaving, Qingyang's eyes flashed.
at the same time.
Mingwu was about to step into the elevator when he heard a lazy voice beside him. Su Shi put his hands in his pockets, his expression and voice sounded nonchalant. He said, "It's not very high. Fellow Daoist Mingwu, would you like to exercise with me and walk up the stairs?"
Take the stairs?
Mingwu glanced at the prominent number 13 on the elevator sign, then looked at the bulging curve of Sushi's exposed upper arm muscles. Without saying anything good or bad, he just smiled and asked, "Is this how Fellow Daoist Sushi developed his muscles?"
"That's not the case. The arm muscles are developed by beating idiots like sandbags." He changed the direction of his steps and walked towards the safety passage next door. Looking back, he saw that the future master of Liuyun Temple had followed him with great foresight. He nodded with satisfaction.
After entering the safety passage, both of them were speechless for a moment, only the sound of footsteps echoed in the silent space.
After a while, Mingwu asked, "What do you want to tell me, Daoist Fellow Sushi?"
Su Shi glanced at him and said, "You are much smarter than your junior fellow apprentice."
"Junior Brother Mingxin isn't stupid," Mingwu explained. "He's been smart since he was a child, but he's just too lazy to use his brain."
Su Shi said casually, "Really? I didn't notice."
Mingwu: "..."
Fortunately Mingxin was not there, otherwise he would have gotten angry again.
Su Shi wasn't particularly interested in Ming Xin's intelligence, so he quickly changed the subject. He slowed down his pace, waiting for Ming Wu to approach, shoulder to shoulder, in step with him. Then he tilted his head and asked, "What do you know about your Uncle Qing Yang?"
Mingwu was stunned for a moment, then told the truth.
"Master Qingyang was picked up by the old temple master from the side of a trash can. I heard from Master that Master Qingyang's talent wasn't outstanding, but he was hardworking, which is why he had a place in Liuyun Temple. When Mingxin and I were young, Master Qingyang was the one with the least time in the entire Taoist temple, so he often helped us with our studies. Later, Master Xuanchanzi went into seclusion for many years, and the temple's trivial matters fell into Master Qingyang's hands. He became much busier, and his contact with us became less and less."
"What now?"
"Now? After my master, Taiwei Sanren, decided on the successor to the Taoist temple, he let go and handed most of the affairs to me. However, there are too many things to do, and I am too busy to handle them. Uncle Qingyang will help me." Mingwu looked at him. "What do you want to say?"
"I want to invite you to see a play."
At night.
The originally noisy inpatient department became much quieter. Mingxin had just been visited by the police, so he did not go out to visit other wards or tell fortunes for people... Well, the main reason was that Su Shi, his golden thigh, was not there. Mingxin was worried that his ability was not up to the mark, and it would be useless to ask Pengqiu for help. That would really lose all the face and reputation of Liuyun Temple.
When his senior brothers and master find out about this, they will probably hang him up and beat him.
Slouched lazily in a chair like a salted fish, Mingxin fluttered his eyelids to check on the others in the ward. Senior-Martial Uncle Qingyang, who had just finished an examination, was sleeping with his eyes closed. Pengqiu was reading a thick book intently. He leaned over and flipped the page forward, spotting the words "Young People's Tips for Making Money." His expression instantly fell silent.
Worried about disturbing Qingyang, he lowered his voice and asked Pengqiu in a whisper, "Why are you still reading this kind of book? Did you learn any tricks? Did you make any money?"
What a great three-question series.
Pengqiu gave an awkward smile: "Not yet."
Mingxin: “…”
He looked away with a complicated expression, pulling out his phone to play a game. After three consecutive losses, his enthusiasm had completely waned, and he felt a bit drowsy. But seeing that it was only ten o'clock, Mingxin struggled to keep his eyelids open.
Qingyang, who had just woken up from a light sleep, saw this scene and found it quite amusing: "If you are sleepy, go to sleep."
"It's still early. I can still hold on." Mingxin walked around the ward twice, but couldn't find anything to eat. So he poked Pengqiu and asked, "Would you like some barbecue?"
Pengqiu hadn't eaten anything at night, so he felt a little hungry when he mentioned it.
Just as he nodded, he heard Qingyang's voice ringing in his ear again: "I remember there is a very famous barbecue restaurant in the city, you two can go and try it."
"Eh?" Ming Xin suddenly became interested. "Master, you even know this? Have you ever eaten it?"
"No, I heard from Wen Xiu that they went down the mountain to eat some a while ago and said it tasted very good. They even brought a lot back to the Taoist temple, and it was quickly distributed among the disciples there."
The younger generation of disciples at Liuyun Temple are all foodies. Every time someone goes down the mountain, they have to carry back several sacks of takeout, just like delivery men. Fortunately, everyone's bags are deep enough, otherwise Liuyun Temple's reputation as the largest temple in the country would have been completely ruined.
"Then I'll ask Wen Xiu."
At ten o'clock, Wen Xiu was still awake and quickly gave a reply.
Mingxin looked at the ten-odd kilometers ahead and couldn't find the restaurant on the food delivery app, feeling a little discouraged. Seeing this, Qingyang casually said, "Let's take a cab to the restaurant. The food will be cold by the time it's delivered. As for here, don't worry. I can reach the call bell, and I'll call a doctor if Yunsheng needs help."
Mingxin looked at Yunsheng and then at Pengqiu.
After hesitating for a while, he finally couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food and handed Yunsheng to Qingyang, and reminded him again and again: "Master, if you feel uncomfortable at any time, please call me, don't force yourself."
"I know, you can go without worry."
Mingxin, relieved, urged Pengqiu to follow. The ward door clicked shut, and the two figures quickly disappeared from view. The corners of Qingyang's mouth, which had been raised when he faced Mingxin, slowly straightened at this moment. Although the wound on his lower abdomen was healing, the pain still lingered from time to time. He struggled to support himself on the bed with both hands and slowly but steadily sat up.
The moment his back rested against the headboard, the pain radiating from his lower abdomen drained the color from his face, turning it pale, and the veins in his temples throbbed. But Qingyang didn't have time to pay too much attention; his eyes were only on Yunsheng.
For several days in a row, he didn't find a chance to be alone with Yunsheng. He finally waited until Sushi left, and Mingxin and Pengqiu also went out. If he missed it, when Yunsheng woke up, everything would be irreversible.
He dragged the pillow with his fingers and took out the Qiankun bag hidden under the pillow.
His Qiankun Bag was a dark-colored brocade pouch that he usually wore on the belt of his Taoist robe. After he was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, the doctor collected his clothes and the brocade pouch and returned them to him.
When the brocade bag was opened, a thick stack of talisman paper was hidden inside.
But Qingyang did not intend to use it.
He really wanted to kill Yunsheng, but he couldn't let anyone know that he was the one who killed Yunsheng. Therefore, all the methods from Liuyun Temple were useless.
The bright yellow silk paper with strange symbols painted on it was picked up. Qingyang bit his finger, and the strong smell of blood instantly filled the entire ward. He pressed the blood mark on the paper, and Qingyang's lips and teeth moved slightly. After just a few seconds, wisps of black and red aura flowed from the paper. These auras were like snakes, struggling and shouting in the air, making strange hissing sounds.
Then, under Qingyang's command, the snake swung its tail rapidly and stabbed towards Yunsheng.
Sizzle!
As if his flesh and blood were being burned, the dark red aura seeped into Yunsheng's nostrils, ears, chest, lower abdomen, and knees. When the last wisp of it disappeared into the air, Qingyang, with a tense expression, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Sweat beads streamed down his forehead from his intense concentration on the incantation. The upper half of his body, which he had struggled to hold up, was teetering on the verge of collapse, but the curse failed, so Qingyang could only grit his teeth and continue.
His lips moved again, a strange melody mingled with incomprehensible words echoing through the silent room. Suddenly, arches formed beneath Yunsheng's exposed skin. Seeing the snake awaken, Qingyang's frown relaxed. His curse wasn't as elaborate as it had been before, and the human body wouldn't produce flowers. Instead, the interwoven black and red auras would penetrate Yunsheng's veins, bursting them with each stroke.
In less than two minutes, Yunsheng will die from the bursting of blood vessels all over his body!
Letting out a breath, Qingyang looked at the bandaged wound on his abdomen and finally decided to be cruel to himself.
If Yunsheng wants to die, he must also be seriously injured so as not to arouse the suspicion of Liuyun Temple.
Picking and choosing from a pile of talismans, Qingyang chose an evil curse that could also kill people but was not incurable. He bit his finger again, and the runes on the talisman paper condensed into a strange red mark and smashed into his chest. In less than half a second, Qingyang spat out a mouthful of blood.
Feeling that his life was slowly slipping away, he moved his fingers with difficulty, touched the phone little by little, and used his last bit of strength to call Mingxin.
But it only took three seconds for him to be stunned.
The ding-dong sound of the incoming phone call easily reached his ears through a door, and then he suddenly felt a strange itching sensation all over his skin. He looked down and saw a strange shadow swaying inside the skin on the inside of his forearm. In the blink of an eye, the shadow pierced through the flesh with a "pop", and dark green branches grew out of the blood vessels, with a small pink flower bud standing on it.
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