Chapter 363 Hand Taiyin
There is a nearly three-meter-high stone wall with a passage built with huge logs on it, and arrow towers and lookout posts every two hundred meters.
There is a trench under the stone wall, filled with sharp wooden spears. You can imagine how it feels to fall into it.
But for some reason, Zhang Yang felt that this style of village looked familiar. It was not from Wang Ergou’s memory, but more like some villages he had encountered in the fairy world.
"Stop, Wang Er, go over there."
A team of village patrolmen equipped with spears and shields took Zhang Yang to the second level of the village entrance as if they were facing a great enemy. There was actually a small urn here.
In the center of the city wall, there is a huge incense burner, and behind the incense burner is a statue with a green face and fangs.
This is the patron saint of the village, but Wang Ergou has no memory of how he protects the village.
When the patrol team brought Zhang Yang here, an old man with skinny bones grabbed a handful of incense ash from the incense burner and dissolved it in a bowl of red water.
“Drink it!”
Undoubtedly, Zhang Yang had no choice but to hold his nose and drink the bowl of strange water.
Then, I didn’t feel anything, it seemed like I had passed.
A few minutes later, the patrol members breathed a sigh of relief. One of the very strong men laughed and patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder with such force that he almost flew out.
"Not bad, Wang Er, you actually managed to escape from the pursuit of the Iron-backed Grey-billed Goose. But even so, you won't be selected as a monk apprentice. You might as well join the patrol team early."
Zhang Yang smiled awkwardly and said nothing. In Wang Ergou's memory, he was usually taciturn. There was only a lame grandfather in his family, so he didn't have to worry about being noticed.
When passing through the small urn city, Zhang Yang glanced at the wall and saw some lines of Taoist forbidden spells that needed to be activated with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. There must be at least one immortal cultivator in the foundation-building stage in this Li Village, and he must be a Jindan cultivator.
Inside the city wall is the real Li Village, which is quite large with almost a thousand households. Houses are connected to each other, courtyards are connected to each other, and they are staggered in height, but there are rarely any trees.
Except for the main street, the rest are small alleys where only two people can walk side by side.
This kind of situation really gives people a sense of the high price of rice in Licun.
Zhang Yang walked back slowly according to Wang Ergou's memory. What he saw were small houses built simply one after another. Several people were crowded in the houses, mostly old people, children, and women.
The weather was just right at the moment. In some spacious places, you could see a group of ragged, skinny old people crowded there to bask in the sun and catch lice. Even the children, who should have been the most lively, were very quiet because they were hungry.
When Zhang Yang walked by, the green eyes of a group of people really made him shudder. He felt that they were more ferocious than the earthbound spirits outside the village.
After a quick walk and passing through seven or eight maze-like alleys, Zhang Yang finally arrived at Wang Ergou's home. The situation here was slightly better. It seemed that Wang Ergou's family were local residents, not refugees.
Because these are two thatched huts of about 40 square meters, plus a small courtyard of 30 square meters. After seeing those narrow and simple shacks, Zhang Yang almost thought it was a mansion.
"Brother Ergou, you're back!"
A surprising, crisp voice startled Zhang Yang, and then he saw a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old, with freckles on her face, and also thin, walking out of a hut. Her eyes were so bright.
Uh, it seems that this is his wife. She didn’t get married yet. She fled here from another village three months ago, and then became Wang Ergou’s wife on the condition that their whole family had to live in another hut.
"Xiao-Xiao Cui."
Zhang Yang opened his mouth, but finally took a hatchet and gave him a goose head. It was at least some meat.
“Cough cough cough!”
In another thatched hut, an old man coughed violently. Zhang Yang quickly took the opportunity to enter the room. The hut was very dark, with little furniture, not even a brick bed. An old man as thin as a corpse was panting like a bellows, but his eyes were bright.
"grandfather."
Zhang Yang greeted him, helped the old man up, and started to chop up the remaining goose meat. He also wanted to cook some porridge, but when he opened the rice jar, there was only a mouse that had starved to death.
"Brother Ergou, the village is going to serve porridge. If you go too late, there will be no more." Xiao Cui was shouting outside.
“Has the situation become so bad?” Zhang Yang was a little confused. Judging from the formations and restrictions carved on the walls of Li Village, there was at least one immortal cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage who was practicing the Golden Core Dao. With such strength and a population of about 10,000 to 20,000 in Li Village, even if he just cultivated some fields, the situation would not be this bad.
"I'm not going today."
Zhang Yang replied that he had half a goose meat in his hand, and it was impossible to get porridge if he went there, but if he left the goose meat at home, would the old man be able to keep an eye on it? Don't let it cost you your life.
However, not only was there no rice at home, there was even no firewood. In the end, I had to go to my cheap mother-in-law's house to get some. I vaguely remembered that he also had a cheap brother-in-law, but he was not at home.
After a busy period, she cooked two bowls of meat porridge, fed half a bowl to the old man, drank one bowl herself, and gave the remaining half bowl to her step-mother-in-law. The old woman was also sick and really pitiful. Of course, everyone felt sorry for her.
After all the trouble, Zhang Yang sat in front of the old man's bed, hoping that this cheap grandfather would say something shocking, such as "My dear grandson, our family has an ancestral jade pendant" or something like that.
But the old man really didn't have the strength to speak. He just gasped and looked at Zhang Yang with pity in his eyes.
Zhang Yang couldn't help wanting to give the unit of ordinary spiritual energy obtained from killing the earthbound spirit to the old man several times, but he finally held back.
He had to survive first, and figure out what was going on. Why did a world of immortal cultivation become so miserable? Logically speaking, as long as the spiritual energy was not exhausted and the world entered the last days, the immortal cultivators should always be invincible.
Soon, the old man fell asleep. Zhang Yang then sat down quietly in the corner of the room. After some preparation, he began to practice his skills.
He had no shortage of basic skills, but Wang Ergou's body was too weak. It felt like all the meridians in his body were twisted, and his body's potential was like a balloon with hundreds of holes in it that couldn't be blown up.
In addition, if calculated based on lifespan, Wang Ergou's body can only live for 30 years at most.
"It seems that the human DNA in this world has been cracked and deliberately distorted, or it is similar to nuclear contamination. In this case, immortal cultivators can't make progress, and mortals' bodies can't get better either."
"So, if I want to survive, my primary goal is not to practice, but to repair this twisted and deformed body."
Zhang Yang did not hesitate any longer. He slightly loosened the isolation of his soul and began to look inward in the shortest possible time. He re-isolated his soul one second later. However, his body could not bear it and blood gushed out of his nostrils.
Zhang Yang didn't care about this at the moment, but thought quickly.
"Sword cultivators have nine Heavenly Veins Sword Pills, while the Golden Elixir Dao has seven palaces and thirteen meridians. Because the Golden Elixir Dao cultivators cultivate longevity, they compare the body to a ladder to heaven. Not only can it not be easily destroyed, but it also needs to be carefully cared for. None of them can be missing."
"From this point of view, Wang Ergou may have a tenth of a percent chance of becoming a sword cultivator with this body, but if he cultivates the Golden Core Dao, there is not even a one in a billion chance."
"But luckily I have my own cheats. If I repair them carefully, maybe I can have some chances. No, I must strive for enough chances."
"Well, considering my current situation, it is difficult to repair the Seven Palaces. I can settle for the next best thing and start with the restoration of the Thirteen Classics."
The so-called thirteen meridians refer to the acupoints in various parts of the human body. Even many ordinary warriors and doctors are familiar with them. Of course, they are only limited to the first twelve meridians.
The practitioners of the Golden Elixir Dao use the various acupoints in these thirteen meridians to accumulate and circulate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and eventually build the foundation and transform it into the Golden Elixir.
Zhang Yang was quite familiar with this. After all, he had died and been resurrected several times. Moreover, the Soul Vein Sword Pill and the Spirit Vein Sword Pill among the nine heavenly veins of sword cultivators were very similar to the Golden Elixir Dao.
After careful calculation for a moment, Zhang Yang determined the repair target, the Taiyin Lung Meridian, one of the three Yin meridians of the hand. The reason for this was that he found that Wang Ergou had mild asthma, but there were no pollutants in this world, the air was obviously very fresh, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth did not seem to be too scarce.
The most important thing is that after he took the three suspected spiritual fruits during the day today, the heat flow representing the spiritual energy dissipated the fastest when passing through the heart and lungs.
On the way back to Li Village, the refugees, men, women, young and old, seemed to have coughs of varying degrees.
Therefore, it is very important to repair the hand Taiyin lung meridian first. At the very least, it can prevent his combat effectiveness from being greatly reduced due to breathing problems during battle.
As for how to repair it, of course it is to use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Zhang Yang took out the bead he got from killing the earthbound spirit today, and inserted three sewing needles borrowed from Xiao Cui into several vital acupoints. Then he pinched the bead open and swallowed in a unit of ordinary-level spiritual energy from heaven and earth.
At the same time, Zhang Yang released his soul control and tried his best to suppress the spiritual energy that was gathering on three vital points. In just three seconds, he was struck by lightning and spat out three mouthfuls of black blood before passing out due to a brain failure.
In the middle of the night, Zhang Yang woke up slowly. The first thing he felt was his head was numb, as if he had turned into a block of wood. This was normal, as it was caused by the fact that his soul had been unlocked too many times. He would be fine after a few days of rest.
The second thing that concerned him most was the restoration of the hand Taiyin lung meridian. The effect was naturally very good. He didn't need to look inward. The refreshing feeling brought by the gentle breathing was like lifting a mountain.
"It's done!"
There are 22 acupoints in the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian, but the three acupoints that were most severely deformed are now being repaired, which is no less than a complete cure for tuberculosis.
However, this is still a long way from being able to practice martial arts, so Zhang Yang was not in a hurry. He tidied up and fell asleep.
(End of this chapter)
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