After finding the cause of the disease, several big bosses sat around to discuss.
This disease involves the soul.
And the soul is integrated and cannot suffer any damage.
Queyao Danzun was the one who had the most say. When he was injured by the thunder, his soul was so injured that he would rather die on the sick bed and lie there for thousands of years.
If, for the purpose of curing a disease, a piece of An Baichang's soul was cut out, with these big men escorting him, he would not die, but he might become foolish and stupid.
Moreover, it is possible that the stupidity may also be accompanied by pain, like falling into the Hell of Hell.
The big bosses looked solemn.
An Qingli said: "Can the soul-replenishing pill in the immortal world be able to remedy this?"
Queyao Danzun said: "The soul-replenishing and nourishing pill has limited power. It can only repair some cracks in the soul. Otherwise, I would have been lying on the bed for thousands of years."
Mu Sheng said: "It is better to seal the person in a soul-nurturing coffin. Keep it for tens of thousands of years and leave it to time to repair it."
An old doctor said: "The damage to the soul is not trivial. I am afraid that I am raising a fool."
Another person said: "That foreign object is overbearing. I even think that it is better not to save it. It is better to be old and weak in the body than to be disabled in the soul. What do you think?"
Everyone groaned.
An Qingli said: "After asking him himself, we will make a decision."
Several people nodded, that was all they could do for now.
An Baichang was lying in bed, and the seven bosses surrounded him again, showing concern in their eyes.
An Qingli informed An Baichang of the results of the discussion between several people.
"Really...really want to cut off my soul?" An Baichang's soul trembled.
For those who practice Taoism, their souls will be in pain even if they receive several blows from the soul whip. They will have to be raised for hundreds of years, not to mention that a piece of their soul will be dug out every time.
An Qingli said: "The foreign object is like a maggot attached to the bone. If you can't peel it off by yourself, we will have no choice but to take this approach."
"Is it okay not to cut it?" An Baichang felt cold all over.
An Qingli nodded and said: "Yes. And on balance, inaction is actually a good thing."
An Baichang's wrinkled face trembled violently, looking at the rare gathering of seven big guys in front of him, he seemed to have made a big decision.
"Return... let's cut it off..." An Baichang looked at An Qingli in particular, "Call An Shaoyi too, and protect my life at the critical moment. In addition, the space inside the soul-nurturing coffin,
Make it as spacious as possible. I am most afraid of being restrained, so you must allow me to turn over."
An Qingli nodded in agreement.
An Shaoyi received the message and arrived at the Shendan Mansion with the help of Yuan Guang Technique.
The best companion, An Shaoyi, comes together.
"What is this?" Queyao Danzun looked at Shangshan with displeasure.
An Qingli held his good hand and said, "Return to my master, my Taoist companion."
Queyao Danzun rolled up his sleeves and snorted: "Stay outside the house."
Mu Sheng also said: "Don't hinder your master's eyes."
Shang Shan took a look at An Qingli.
An Qingli took Shan Shan out of the house first, found a place for him to live, and said, "I said, you are the lingering pain in their hearts."
Shangshan smiled and said, "I thought An Shaoyi's presence could block some of his prejudices."
An Qingli smiled and said: "Ancestor Shaoyi was not targeted because of his previous efforts in protecting Master Que Yao. You came at the right time. They are busy treating Ancestor Baichang at this time and don't have much energy to pay attention to you."
Shangshan squeezed An Qingli's palm, and the two of them first talked about An Baichang's curse, then about Feng Mar, and then about the lower world.
When talking about things in the lower realm, it is inevitable to talk about old friends such as Qi Che, Qi Min and Qi Gao.
Except for Qi Wu, those old men are all still in the lower realm, and counting the time, their life span will be exhausted.
An Qingli has the ability to capture Feng Ming's soul, and he also has the ability to capture the souls of those people.
Help those people to go to heaven?
The Supreme Being also shook his head, not wanting to bear the backlash from heaven for those few people.
If the way of heaven is so easy to bully, then with An Qingli's ability, he can move the entire Tianyun Sect and the entire Anjia to the upper realm.
God has never been so kind.
As for Master Qi Che, Patriarch Qi Che, who studied under the Imperial Master, also told Qi Che about an excellent place to practice in a dream.
Qi Che was broad-minded, so he took some old friends and went there to practice in a hurry.
Anyway, we can either die of old age together, or we can resist thunder and ascend together, and do our best to obey fate.
The soul-nurturing coffin that An Baichang requested has been built overnight.
"Well, it's spacious enough!"
An Baichang was very satisfied. He turned around a few times in his clothes, and then he fell down on his back in a decent manner.
"Shaoyi, Qingli." An Baichang calmly gave the funeral instructions, "If I suddenly wake up in the middle of recuperating my soul, in agony, shouting, 'Punch me to death,' then you must not hit me.
If you want to die, just knock me out. You have to know that the more violent I say, the less I want to die."
An Qingli nodded and said, "Remember it. And I'll prepare two more soul-nurturing coffins for you."
An Baichang said: "Girls are still considerate."
An Shaoyi smiled and said: "Then you lie down, we are about to take action. Life and death are determined by fate. I hope your great luck can protect you from death and madness."
An Baichang looked at the sky with empty eyes and prayed loudly: "My great luck, combined with the luck of the green fence, should be fine. Ah Ya, bless your husband..."
A medical fairy took action.
With a wave of his sleeve, several golden needles sewed all the blood vessels in An Baichang's body.
An Baichang was covered with gold needles and lay motionless in the coffin.
An Qingli stepped on the altar, made a seal with his fingers, and said: "Here comes the soul!"
This "soul comes" sound is also a kind of summoning technique.
In the early stage of Immortal Lord An Qingli, he needed to use an altar to summon souls from the lower world. When his cultivation level increased, he could control countless lives and deaths with the word "soul comes".
The sound penetrated thousands of miles, found Feng Ming's location, and forcibly captured Feng Ming's soul in the upper realm.
Ever since Feng Marn was imprisoned last time, she has been waiting for the next time.
When I thought about it afterwards, the more I thought about it, the more I thought it was An Qingli.
It’s An Qingli!
An old acquaintance, maybe I can get some shortcut to becoming an immortal from her!
If An Qingli just throws down an Ascension Pill, she would be very happy in return.
Feng Mar's soul passed through the layers of clouds and arrived in front of the coffin.
This time it's not a crystal coffin, but a black coffin for nourishing souls. As soon as you get close to the black coffin, you can feel the endless power of ghosts.
There was a person lying in the coffin, and it was a poor person with needles all over his body.
"An Qingli, is this you?" Feng Mar asked very seriously.
An Qingli is already an immortal from the upper realm, so it is reasonable for him to change his appearance and deliberately lie a few words just to save face.
As for the soul, it was originally a misty mass with roughly the outline of a human figure, and it was difficult to distinguish between male and female.
"No, it's commonplace for you to lie, but not for me." An Qingli said sternly, "I'm going to cut the soul next, and I need you to pinpoint the location of the foreign object."