Although everyone is not afraid of ghosts on weekdays, in today's environment, it is quite scary to see someone who is not dead yet suddenly appear.
Li Yu moved his fingers and found that this man still had a weak pulse. His whole body was covered in ulcers, but he probably used his secretary to protect his heart and put himself into a state of suspended animation, which was a bit like his escape by sinking into the river to escape the pursuit of the Ming Cult.
One disadvantage of this method is that your body has already entered a state of suspended animation. Unless you can protect your body with water-character tactics like Li Yu did, your flesh and blood will slowly rot.
It's obvious that this person doesn't know how to use water. If he had discovered it a little later, he would probably be dead.
Li Yu pointed on the spot, and the two clay figures crawled out of the soil, carrying the rotten figure on their backs, and walked out of the tunnel.
The clay figures moved away the seriously injured people who still showed signs of life. Li Yu moved his fingers and used his spiritual power to search to see if there were any survivors.
A soft feeling of powerlessness filled his meridians. Li Yu shook his head. There was a magic circle set up by the great monks here to restrict the use of spiritual power.
The people locked up in this private cell are probably not mortals, so it is necessary to set up a magic circle.
No matter who they are imprisoning, if Li Yu wants to know the inside story of Daxiangguo Temple and continue to dig deeper into this great temple with thousands of years of history, it is best to save this person.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend, this saying is true most of the time.
When they got outside, the sun was dazzling, and everyone took a closer look. They saw that most of the body on the ground was rotten, and the whole body exuded a stench.
It can be vaguely seen that his clothes are made of fine silk and satin. Even though his body is rotten, most parts of his clothes are still bright.
"Headmaster, if you want to save someone, please do it quickly. It smells too bad."
Huang Xin knew that Li Yu was very powerful and his miraculous medical skills were comparable to those of the world-famous miraculous doctors of the Six Dynasties.
Li Yu shook his head and said: "It is very rare to be injured to this extent. It cannot be wasted. Gather all the disciples who practice Shui Zi Jue to watch me cast the spell."
Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Huang Xin had a strange look in his eyes. He glanced at his head teacher and then went to the door to call for someone.
Soon, seven or eight serious disciples, driven by Huang Xin, seemed to be chasing them.
They were all covered with a white gauze, and the leader was Pan Jinlian, the senior sister of Taiping Taoism.
Five Elements Spiritual Roots are hard to find, so being able to gather so many of them is already amazing.
As soon as she arrived, she gave Li Yufei a flirtatious look.
Li Yu coughed and said seriously: "Come forward and see where this person was injured. Everyone should write it down."
A group of disciples came forward and watched carefully. One after another water spirits were testing the wounded. Half of these people were Taoist boys and nuns, and only one was a little older, probably in his forties. All of them, men, women, old and young, worshiped
He took Pan Jinlian as his teacher.
Suddenly, his wrist moved, and the disciples were startled. With quick eyes and quick hands, Li Yu bound him with two vines.
Li Yu directed Pan Jinlian to collect all the answers. It turned out that only Pan Jinlian wrote the most complete answer, while the others had flaws.
Li Yu started from the wound and taught on the spot, asking these disciples to come forward one by one and take turns to experiment.
The disciples of the water system could still listen to it with great interest, but the others were confused and their brains ached.
Huang Xin took a look and saw that the sun was about to set. He stepped forward and clasped his fists and said, "Headmaster, are you still going to save me today?"
"Don't worry, call Da Meng and try the dream-eating technique on this person."
Huang Xin swallowed, the headmaster was determined to use this poor man to the extreme.
When Li Yu saw the strange expressions on everyone's faces, he coughed and explained: "Fake death is a kind of thaumaturgy. Especially in this case nowadays, it is really rare. Whether the person who fakes death can still turn his mind, or whether he is still alive?"
I'm afraid even he himself doesn't know whether he is conscious or not."
"But dreams don't lie. This is a rare opportunity that must be taken advantage of. This man has been in the dungeon for so long. If we rescue him, he will definitely not care about these little details."
After a while, two short figures came slowly.
Their bodies were stooped, like two little old men, and their walking speed was excruciatingly slow.
The Taoist robes they wore finally fit them, but they made them look even smaller.
When they arrived, the two dream-eating beasts bowed to Li Yu and said in unison: "Master."
Li Yu nodded and said with a smile: "Come and try to see if you can invade this person's dream."
Li Yu opened the man's eyes, and two dream-eating beasts came up to him, leaning against each other and looking down.
Soon, they became motionless, and the "wounded man" stopped moving at all. There was even a trace of tranquility on his face with half of the bones visible.
After about half a stick of incense, Meng and Meng raised their heads at the same time, and the light flashed in their eyes.
"Master, his dreams are all about being tortured and beaten." Dameng said slowly.
"That's really miserable." Li Yu said sympathetically, "You two, go find a place to sit next to me, I'm going to start."
Everyone sat around and stretched their necks to watch. Li Yu easily did not cast a spell to save people. This was a rare opportunity.
He moved his fingers and drew a few strokes in the air. A mist of water enveloped the seriously injured man's body, slowly floating in the air, about half a person's height above the ground.
The water mist began to rotate slowly, and his body was like a vortex, absorbing the power of the water spirit.
The rotten flesh and skin slowly fell to the ground, and new muscles began to grow.
Finally, the skin develops scars, peels off, and reveals new skin at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even the hair and nails are growing new.
His body began to slowly stand in the air, rotating back and forth.
Li Yu was not showing off his skills, but wanted his disciples to see clearly.
With his current level of cultivation, it is just a matter of effort to kill the living dead, flesh and white bones.
Everyone stood up and looked at the scene in front of them in awe.
Especially the disciples of the water system, their eyes were shining brightly, and they longed for the day when they could be so powerful.
Li Yu said with a straight face: "Watch carefully, study hard, and don't get distracted."
These disciples were obviously in a state of mind wandering, just marveling at their own skills and not memorizing every move.
Only then did everyone withdraw their thoughts. They had all been so excited just now that they didn't take it into consideration and imagine how they should cast the spell. Now they felt a little regretful.
"Come closer and take a look."
Everyone swarmed forward and surrounded the injured who had returned to his former appearance.
Suddenly, his eyes slowly opened, and seeing the light made his eyes sting.
There are so many children around, looking at me with their heads lowered. Their eyes are so weird, why are they so happy?
Am I dead?
Just when the injured person suspected that he had gone to heaven, a slightly childish voice shouted excitedly: "Master, he is really alive!"
