The middle-aged woman who was still charming asked hurriedly: "Master, where did you get the divine water?"
"I asked for it from the Divine Monk Fakong of Xuankong Temple." Zhou Wenjing put it to the child's mouth, but the child's eyes were closed and his lips were tightly closed, making it impossible to feed him.
He hesitated and prepared to stimulate his acupuncture points and ask his grandson to open his mouth to pour the divine water in.
Xu Qingluo frowned and looked at the child, shook her head and said, "Mr. Zhou, it's not appropriate to force him into the child."
If I didn't see the child as innocent and pitiful, I wouldn't want to talk about it.
Zhou Wenjing turned around and looked over.
Xu Qingluo said: "This is the start of the season. You can't force it. It's best to heat this sacred water, and then the child will drink it naturally."
"Heating?" Zhou Wenjing frowned.
He was worried that after heating, the magical water would lose its magical effect.
Xu Qingluo said: "You might as well heat up half a bowl and try the effect."
"Since Miss Xu said it, Deputy Palace Master Zhou might as well give it a try. There is nothing we can do anyway, right?" Zhu Jiong said.
Zhou Wenjing glared at the young man: "You bastard, why don't you get a bowl? Why are you standing there in such a daze?"
"Oh, okay." The young man agreed hastily and ran out in a panic.
Zhou Wenjing snorted coldly.
The beautiful young woman hugged the child tightly and stared at the divine water eagerly: "Dad, this divine water..."
"Don't worry, Divine Monk Fakong can even resurrect the dead." Zhou Wenjing was convinced: "Xuan'er is saved!"
The beautiful young woman suddenly burst into tears and cried: "If I can save Xuan'er, I will repay the monk even if I am a cow or a horse!"
Zhou Wenjing looked at the child with pity: "Xuan'er will be fine!"
The young man ran back with two bowls in his hands, one made of celadon and one made of white porcelain, the big one made of white porcelain and the small one made of celadon.
Zhou Wenjing glared at him: "One is enough, why take so many!"
The young man murmured: "I..."
"Use this!" Zhou Wenjing interrupted him and sipped at the celadon bowl.
The young man quickly put down the other white porcelain bowl and brought the celadon bowl over.
"Catch it!" Zhou Wenjing hummed.
He poured half the bowl of divine water into the celadon bowl, and the remaining half bowl of divine water quickly began to steam.
However, he directly heated the divine water with Gang Qi, and soon the heat was flowing, and the temperature was enough.
This time, the white porcelain bowl was brought to the child's mouth.
His mouth actually opened on its own, his purple lips were pouty, and he leaned forward with his eyes closed, like a thirsty traveler in the desert.
Zhou Wenjing hurriedly put the bowl over, looked at the child carefully, watched the child open his mouth wide and swallow hard, and quickly drank up half of the bowl of divine water.
"Hey--" Zhou Wenjing let out a long breath, relieved, and her back was already wet with cold sweat.
After the child drank all the divine water, the blue and purple on his skin faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to pale color.
Everyone was overjoyed.
Apparently the divine water is effective and he is getting better.
The young woman's tears kept falling, wetting the child's clothes, causing the young man to glare at her.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo Reading recently to catch up on books, change sources, and read aloud with many sounds, and it can be used on both Android and Apple.]
This caused Zhou Wenjing to glare and give him a fierce look.
The young man had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.
"Well..." The child suddenly made a voice and opened his eyes with difficulty.
Zhou Wenjing hurriedly approached and said softly: "Xuan'er? Xuan'er?"
The child's eyes gradually became clear, and he said hoarsely: "Grandpa."
"Good boy." Zhou Wenjing smiled and said, "You are saved. I will cure you soon."
He took off the beads from his wrist, strung them on the child's wrist, and said softly: "Xuan'er, you have to learn the rejuvenation mantra."
Zhouzi preached: "Grandpa, what is the Rejuvenation Spell?"
"The Rejuvenation Mantra is a Buddhist mantra with incredible magical effects. Xuan'er, you have to learn it and recite it, and you will be able to cure your own illness."
"Grandpa, can't you?" Zhou Zi preached: "If the rejuvenation spell is really so effective, wouldn't we have used it earlier? Why would we need to see so many doctors?"
"It's different." Zhou Wenjing smiled and said, "Xuan'er, other spells don't work, but the rejuvenation spell does."
He glared at the young man: "Hurry up and find the rejuvenation spell!"
"Yes." The young man said hurriedly: "But father, the rejuvenation spell is really..."
"Stop blabbering!" Zhou Wenjing shouted: "Look for a temple. Any temple should have this rejuvenation mantra!"
Xu Qingluo said: "Master Zhou, no need, I know the rejuvenation spell."
Zhou Wenjing looked at her and smiled: "Miss Xu, right? Then you'll have a lot of work."
Xu Qingluo smiled: "It's just a little effort, Mr. Zhou doesn't have to be so polite."
Zhou Wenjing smiled and nodded, her face darkened and she glared at the young man: "Hurry up and prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones!"
The young man nodded hurriedly and left in a hurry. He quickly brought out a table with pens, inks, paper and inkstones on it.
Xu Qingluo was not polite, she put up a pen and wrote down a rejuvenation spell, picked up the paper and blew lightly before handing it to the young man.
The young man presented it to Zhou Wenjing. Zhou Wenjing did not recognize the Rejuvenation Mantra, but did not express any doubt and began to teach Zhou Zi to read it word by word.
Zhou Zixuan showed amazing learning ability. He quickly memorized the Rejuvenation Mantra and began to recite it again.
Everyone stared at him closely, watching him recite the rejuvenation mantra.
He suddenly looked at the prayer beads on his wrist in surprise, then closed his eyes and remained motionless, as if stunned.
Everyone could see that his face quickly turned rosy, and in the blink of an eye, he became a healthy and normal person.
"Mom, it's too hot." Zhou Zixuan twisted his body.
Seeing this, the beautiful young woman quickly let go of her hand and said softly: "Xuan'er, what do you think?"
Zhou Wenjing stepped forward and touched his wrist, then touched his forehead and smiled happily: "Haha, Xuan'er is fine!"
"Is it really good?" the middle-aged woman asked hurriedly.
Zhou Wenjing sighed with emotion: "He is truly worthy of being the divine monk Fakong!"
He saluted in the direction of Xuankong Temple with a solemn expression.
The middle-aged woman, the young woman and the man all saluted in the direction of Xuankong Temple. They were grateful beyond words.
"Master, I will go to Xuankong Temple to kowtow tomorrow." The middle-aged woman said, "Donate more sesame oil money."
"Xuankong Temple is not open." Zhou Wenjing shook her head: "If you want to donate, there is nowhere to donate. Divine Monk Fakong won't accept it."
"Ah?" The middle-aged woman was surprised: "Then...that..."
"Repay the favor later." Zhou Wenjing said: "There is always a chance. Let's find a doctor to see if Xuan'er is really good."
I judge that Xuan'er is full of blood and is already a strong boy, but I am not a doctor after all, so I may not be right about it.
"Okay." The young man ran away.
Zhou Wenjing looked at Zhou Zixuan with a smile on her face.
Zhu Jiong looked at Zhou Zixuan with hot eyes: "Deputy Palace Master Zhou, can I see Young Master Zhou?"
"What are you going to do?" Zhou Wenjing frowned.
Zhu Jiong smiled and said: "Ling Sun is extremely intelligent. I want to see if his bones are suitable for martial arts training."
"Do you want him to join the Wuchang Sword Sect?"
"We, the Wuchang Sword Sect, won't bury your grandson, right?"
"You only want good things." Zhou Wenjing snorted: "He will not join the Wuchang Sword Sect."
Gao Huaien smiled and said: "You can consider joining our Star-Shattering Sword Sect."
Zhou Wenjing glanced sideways at Gao Huaien and shook her head.
Xu Qingluo took a step forward, looked at Zhou Zixuan with a smile, and waved: "Xuan'er, come here."
Zhou Zixuan hesitated, then stood up and approached Xu Qingluo.
Xu Qingluo took him over, touched his head, and said with emotion: "He is indeed a genius. I really want to congratulate Mr. Zhou."
Zhou Wenjing looked at Zhou Zixuan with a smile: "Xuan'er is indeed smart. He is so jealous of talents that he suffers like this."
"I have an idea." Xu Qingluo said.
Zhou Wenjing looked at her.
Everyone looked at him.
Xu Qingluo said: "It's better to let him worship Divine Monk Fakong as his teacher."