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Chapter 212 : The Demon Venerable Has a Cold (4)

It was also because Wu Zhou's illness seemed to be coming fiercely. He was extremely ill and was already in a coma. Otherwise, how could Yin Xuan be allowed to carry him on his back?

But then again, can demons get sick?

"What? Are you really sure it's... Fenghan?" Qianye looked at him with wide eyes, an expression that really showed that he had seen a ghost.

Shi also felt that it was really weird and tight. Although Qianye and Yinxuan both said that demons can be injured without healing, but... they can't get sick.

But he asked himself that although he could not diagnose difficult and complicated diseases, a little cold could not trouble him.

"My lord, upon checking the pulse, it seems that it must be wind-cold. In addition to his symptoms, if you don't believe me, I will go to the town and ask a doctor to come over."

Chiba's expression became even weirder, and his brows were almost knitted together. He looked at Wuji, who was unconscious on the bed and breathing heavily. His cheeks were hot and red, but he was sleeping very unsteadily. He must have been extremely uncomfortable.

She was a heavenly master, and Yin Xuan was an immortal. She couldn't see any strange spells or poisons on him. If she really went by her judgment on some diseases, Wu Zhou looked very much like...a bad cold.

Qianye scratched his head in embarrassment and looked at the ghosts and immortals in the room, "Even if it's cold, what should we do? Give him some medicine?"

Shi Ye scratched his head in embarrassment, "Sir, throughout the ages, I have never heard of demons taking medicine."

Qianye's eyebrows were about to fight, and he looked at Yinxuan melancholy, "Master Patriarch, Wu Zhou has already gone without food. He doesn't even drink the water in the world. Is taking medicine... any use?"

Yin Xuan stood quietly aside, having looked at them for a long time, and then said calmly: "There is no need to take medicine, it is just a calamity. In the eight calamities of suffering, birth, old age, illness and death, it is nothing more than an illness. After experiencing it, you should be able to survive without medicine."

Heal."

Qianye suddenly woke up. She had indeed forgotten that there was such a thing, the calamity and eight sufferings that Wu Zhou suffered...

And she had never studied the eight calamities of suffering too seriously. She had always thought that the so-called calamities were like thunder from the sky, with soldiers coming to block the water and the earth to cover them up. Who would have thought that the eight calamities of suffering were more like one link after another?

The disaster is more like a... conspiracy.

"Master Patriarch, is it impossible to avoid these disasters? Is it impossible to avoid them no matter what?"

"No." Yin Xuan shook his head decisively, "Everything in the world has its cause and effect. Even if it is a calamity, it may be in accordance with the laws of heaven. It cannot fall for no reason. There must be consequences. Wu Zhou was taken into the princess's house before.

, is a calamity, and its cause can be said to be human greed, or it can be said that you and the princess have the same fate.

And this time, if he doesn't go to Wuduan Peak and endures the cold and snowy wind, how can he get sick?"

Qianye lowered his head and pondered, holding Wu Zhou's cold hand, and suddenly said: "Does that mean that if he is not allowed to experience hardships again, the only way is to cut off the source at the root?"

"Exactly." Yin Xuan nodded lightly, "That's why I want you to take him back to Jianxi Mountain. After all, Jianxi Mountain is the Celestial Master's sect. It is heavily defended, and the disciples under the sect are more self-disciplined, so accidents are less likely to happen.

.In other words, as long as he never leaves Jianxi Mountain, he will not encounter disaster again."

Qianye nodded clearly. She really didn't want to see Wu Zhou struggling to his death again. She was helpless every time. No matter how well prepared she was, she couldn't even solve Feng Han for him, right?

"Then Master Patriarch, how long will he be ill this time?"

"The calamity is determined only by God."


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