At the same time, Gong Changming walked to the door of his house anxiously and saw the old priest guarding under the eaves.
Seeing Gong Changming coming back, the old priest's worry disappeared, but his tone became heavy:
"You just tore up the talisman last night. Instead of taking a good rest today, you're still running around. Are you really going to kill yourself?"
Gong Changming didn't respond, but asked directly: "Why are you here again, Grandpa Priest?"
The old priest was so angry that he had a headache.
This silly boy is really stubborn and has the same stubborn temper as his sister.
Shaking his head, he took out a thumb-sized piece of white jade and handed it over: "Grandpa is here to give you this."
When Gong Changming saw the jade, he was immediately moved: "Yuanshi?! This is too valuable, I can't accept it."
The old priest smiled kindly and forced the jade into the boy's hand:
"Take it. Gong Yao will need someone to take care of her when she comes back. You can't go before her."
Gong Changming looked at the white jade in his hand and didn't know how to refuse.
If the life-suppressing talisman is torn once, its power will be weakened by 30%. If it is torn three times at most, it will be completely ineffective.
At that time, the circulation of Qi and blood in the body will speed up, and Yin Qi will penetrate into the bones. Not only will you feel cold all over, but your lifespan, which is already short, will also be shortened.
This kind of Yuanshi is specially used to replenish the energy of talismans. There are very few left and they are all stored in the village ancestral hall. They can only be used when the village encounters a crisis.
The one in the old priest's hand should be the only treasure left behind when he stepped down as high priest.
If Sister Xiang had not woken up, he would have accepted the old priest's words with impudence.
But now, his negative energy had been mostly cleared away by his sister, and the life-suppressing talisman had been removed, so he had no use for the Yuan Stone at all.
Without his sister's approval, he didn't dare to speak out about it and could only remain silent.
The old priest thought he was just feeling bad, so he comforted him gently, "Don't worry, this Yuan Stone is from Grandpa's private collection. I can give it to whoever I want. No one in the village will gossip about it."
Gong Changming looked troubled: "Grandpa Priest, I..."
"Alright, long-lived brother, I know everything you want to say."
The old priest interrupted and pushed Gong Changming into the house, "Every time a trace of Yin energy enters your body, you will be in more danger.
Don't delay any longer, start refining the Yuan Stone now, and Grandpa will personally protect you."
When he said this, he looked up and saw the empty bed in the room. He was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became complicated:
"Did you just send that person away? That woman has already..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard the creaking sound of a door being pushed open behind him.
The old priest subconsciously turned around and saw Xiang Sheng standing at the door. He was immediately shocked: "You...you are not..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Gong Changming rushed past him like a gust of wind.
"elder sister!"
A trembling voice reached his ears, and the old priest could see the face of the girl lying behind Xiang Sheng.
Gong Yao?!
How come Gong Yao is on this woman's back?
No, this girl was almost degenerating into a demon, how come she suddenly woke up?
Where did she find Gong Yao?
The old priest's mind was in a mess, but that didn't stop him from going up to help.
After a while, Gong Changming held his sister and carefully placed her on the bed.
The old priest hurried forward to feel the pulse.
When he touched it, his face immediately became extremely ugly.
The qi and blood are depleted, and the pulse is boiling like water. This is a dead pulse that will cause death!
As soon as Gong Changming saw the old priest's expression, he knew something was wrong. Without saying a word, he turned around and knelt at Xiang Sheng's feet:
"Sister Xiang, please!"
After saying that, he kowtowed three times. When he looked up again, his forehead was bleeding and his eyes were full of pleading.
"I know that you have repaid my kindness by disregarding your injuries and finding my sister.
I shouldn't be greedy anymore, but my sister is my only relative. I beg you! Please help me one more time!
As long as you are willing to take action, no matter what the result is, no matter what the price is, I am willing to accept it!"
Xiang Sheng looked at the young man kneeling in front of him and crying bitterly, and shook his head slightly: "When did I say I wouldn't save him?"
Gong Changming's crying stopped abruptly. He immediately looked up with his eyes wide open: "Really?"
He still couldn't believe it.
His sister once took him to the city to see the world. The cultivators outside were all sinister and difficult to talk to.
Is he really so lucky to meet a kind-hearted female cultivator?
"The cause yesterday is the result today."
Xiang Sheng smiled faintly, his tone calm but gentle: "Your sister and brother are destined to be with me, so I will not stand idly by."
"Very good!"
Gong Changming finally burst into laughter and said, "Sister Xiang, you are such a kind person!"
"Good man?"
Xiang Sheng was stunned for a moment and laughed: "Get up, do you still expect me to help you?"
The image of Xiang Sheng breaking his hands expressionlessly flashed before Gong Changming's eyes, and he immediately stood up.
"Go get an empty tub. If you don't have one, a water tank will do."
Upon hearing the order, Gong Changming ran out of the house without saying a word.
Xiang Sheng himself came to the bedside and reached out to remove the life-suppressing talisman from Gong Yao's heart.
“No!”
The old priest cried out in surprise and immediately stepped forward to stop her: "This talisman is holding onto Yao'er's last breath. Once..."
Xiang Sheng pretended not to hear and took off the life-suppressing talisman before the old priest could make a move.
"Yao'er!"
The old priest was furious. "You are taking human life lightly! I don't know why Brother Changming believed you... Huh?"
He was halfway through his words when he suddenly exclaimed in surprise and moved closer to Gong Yao to carefully sniff her breath.
The life-suppressing talisman had been removed, but Yao'er's breath remained stable, without any change.
What's going on?
The old priest looked confused, then quickly thought of something.
A person who practices cultivation?
Yes!
If he was not a cultivator, with such a huge amount of Yin energy in his body, he would have turned into a demon long ago. How could he sit here with a normal expression and treat Gong Yao?
The anger in his heart instantly disappeared, and he stood up with a look of awe and bowed deeply to Sheng:
"Senior, your medical skills are excellent. It is me who is short-sighted."
"Go out and help."
Xiang Sheng quickly peeled off the other talismans on Gong Yao's body and said without looking up, "Also, don't tell anyone in the village what you saw today."
These words were spoken indifferently.
The old priest listened and felt more at ease than before.
This is what a person who practices cultivation is like, high and mighty, bossing others around.
If the senior treated him as gently as he treated Changming Ge'er, he would probably not be able to sleep all night.
A thought flashed through his mind, and he quickly bowed again and retreated respectfully.
There are not many big wooden barrels in the village, but there are plenty of water tanks.
As soon as the old priest stepped out of the door, he saw Gong Changming running towards him quickly, carrying a jar on his back, without blushing or breathing hard.
“This strength…”
The old priest opened his eyes wide in surprise, and looked down. He saw that the boy's chest was bare as he ran, and there was no trace of the life-suppressing talisman.
The old priest was immediately furious: "Brother Changming, your sister is back now, why are you still so careless about your health?!"
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