"Old general, you have recovered." Han Sheng said to Gang Bing with a smile.
The old eunuch looked down at his crotch and saw that his swollen penis had returned to the size of an ordinary person. He let out a long sigh and slowly put down his white robe.
"This general has been through hundreds of battles and is very majestic. The size of the object is up to him…" He nonchalantly dropped the prop crescent-shaped sword in his hand and chuckled twice.
The door opened, and Xiao Jian ran in hurriedly, followed by Old Ancestor Momo and others.
"Are you okay?" Xiao Jian looked the old eunuch up and down carefully and said suspiciously.
"Haha, this general is fine, thank you for your concern." Gang Bing straightened his back and looked extremely respectful.
Youliang looked at the behavior between the two and felt it was very awkward, or even weird. Xiaojian was originally the apprentice of the old tree grandmother. Logically, Gangbing was her master's elder, but it turned out to be the master-servant relationship. He had asked Xiaojian many times along the way, but this girl was unruly and refused to reveal the truth. She even denied knowing the whereabouts of Officer Xu. Alas, he was helpless. After all, she was the master's daughter, and it was not easy to force her.
"It's time to put the scroll in. Grandma Ancient Tree is still waiting for you." Xiao Jian unfolded the "Dunhuang Nightmare Picture" and sent the old eunuch inside. Then he came out, rolled up the scroll, and stuffed it into his backpack.
Xiao Jian actually no longer calls the old tree grandma "Master". Recalling the scene when she was heartbroken and collected the body of her Master on Dakong Mountain in Tengchong, the difference between her current situation and the past are completely different.
There is only one possibility, this person is not the same person, the old tree grandma is no longer the original "old tree grandma". Judging from the strange expressions and behaviors of the seven corpses after they were resurrected, although they still retain some of their original thinking and memory, they are definitely not the original people, including the Hakka grandma.
Xiaojian couldn't possibly have such a strange ability. Could it be the mysterious Mr. Ghost Claw? But this Japanese old man claimed to be Xiaojian's apprentice, which was really puzzling.
Youliang recalled the "Po Wa Da Fa" on the bluestone tablet in the void barrier, and became more and more convinced that the seven corpses must have been possessed by other bodies. However, apart from the tens of thousands of corpse worms of Da Luomo, there was no one else in the scroll…
At this time, Han Sheng spoke up: "Everyone, there is no distillation equipment in Tabarin Temple. I wonder which master's martial arts can heat this glass syringe?"
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. To heat and boil the liquid in the glass tube, one needed extremely advanced and powerful Kung Fu, such as the Shaolin Temple's "Flame Palm".
"Haha, let me give it a try." Elder Fang smiled and thought that it was his turn to show off his skills.
Elder Fang took the syringe from Han Sheng, pulled out the push tube and rushed forward, then held the glass tube tightly with one hand and reached into the charcoal brazier on the ground with the other hand. Everyone was surprised to find that the old monk's hand had been immersed in the red-hot charcoal, but there was no burn at all, and there was no smell of burning flesh. Instead, he had a smile on his face, as if he didn't feel anything.
But I saw a "hissing" heat emanating from his bald head, and the skin of one of his arms gradually turned red, and finally became like burning charcoal, and the heat spread to the other arm.
In a moment, the liquid in the glass tube in the left hand began to boil, making a gurgling sound, and water vapor began to escape…
"Huh, why is there only so little left?" The old monk looked into the glass tube and said in surprise.
At this moment, everyone was amazed at Elder Fang's incredible, unfathomable and extremely strange skills.
Han Sheng took the syringe and saw that there were only two or three drops of light blue crystal liquid left in it, emitting a strange fragrance.
"Among all the history produced by Hakka Nanny over the years, this one has the best purity." Han Sheng couldn't help but murmur in admiration.
"Han Qing! Brother Youliang, your arms and eyes can be saved…" Xiao Jian's eyes were filled with tears and he screamed with excitement.
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Han Sheng looked at the two or three drops of precious liquid in the syringe and sighed silently: "This is the only bit of history left by Hakka Madam. Although it is very pure, it is not enough to be used at the same time as Liang and Nanka…"
"Heal Brother Youliang's arm…" Xiaojian said as a matter of course.
The old lama Tashi frowned, feeling torn. Although he had been praying for years and waiting for the divine doctor in the valley to heal the beast of the Muli Temple, but Brother Youliang's arm…
"Meow…" Mei Niang looked at You Liang anxiously, tears almost coming out. In the ancient tomb underground in Changrui Mountain, he used his only history to save her. This was her only chance in this life.
"Hansheng's father, you should treat Brother Youliang first." Momo stepped forward and grabbed Hansheng's collar, saying with tears in her eyes. Two years ago, at the top of the West Mountain, Youliang's arm was destroyed by Shen Caihua, and she has always felt deeply guilty.
"Of course," Master Dang interrupted, "We will have to fight the White Light Nightmare to take back the Ghost Pot. If Master Liaoqu can recover after losing his arm, his power will be doubled, and his chances of winning will be great. If he loses an arm, the battle for the pot will be in jeopardy."
Han Sheng was also feeling rather embarrassed at the moment. Logically speaking, humans should be treated more highly than animals. However, Nankha was injured by Momo, and he had previously promised old Lama Tashi that he would provide medical treatment for him.
"Haha…" Youliang laughed and said calmly, "I don't want the stuff that came out of the stinky balls of a six-hundred-year-old eunuch. The Ghostly Green Bag Corpse Cloth is disgusting just thinking about it…"
"Brother Youliang…" Xiao Jian looked at him with tears in her eyes and stamped her feet in anger.
"Master Lequ, the battle is imminent, you must think carefully." Master Dang also reminded him solemnly.
At this moment, Shen Caihua and Mo Mo looked at each other and lowered their heads.
"Dr. Zhu, now that the Hakka nanny has been resurrected, can she recreate history?" Master Dang asked anxiously.
Han Sheng pondered, "Mammy is not in her right mind right now. I don't know when she will recover. I will know after I enter the valley and give her a detailed diagnosis and treatment. Besides, making historical treasures is not something that can be done in a hurry. It takes at least several years. Although the current historical treasures are of high purity, they have been used once after all, and their effectiveness has been weakened. Nanka is much larger than a human being, and his eyeballs are the place with the most abundant and dense nerves, so it is only enough for him to use alone."
"Please give Nanka medical treatment." Youliang said in a firm tone, then walked out of the meditation room without looking back. Xiaojian and Master Dang hurriedly followed him out.
Taoist Jia met Hansheng's eyes. He didn't expect Youliang to be such a chivalrous boy. Thinking back to his previous attitude towards him, he felt ashamed.
Elder Fang watched this scene silently. The people in the Central Plains were indeed extraordinary in their minds and high moral character. Compared with them, the people in Southeast Asian countries really felt ashamed of themselves.
Han Sheng sighed and came to Nan Ka, gently pried open his dry eyelids, and then injected all the sweat in the glass tube into him.
"I am ashamed…" The old lama Baimei Zhaxi sighed sincerely with tears in his eyes.
"Brother Youliang, why are you so stupid?" Xiaojian grabbed Youliang's empty sleeves in the porch and asked angrily.
"Yes, Master Lequ, the fierce battle with the White Light Nightmare is imminent. We must not lose the big picture for the sake of small gains." Master Dang also advised kindly.
"Meow…" Mei Niang called sadly in a low voice.
"The old eunuch's white-haired testicles are really disgusting…" Youliang answered frankly.
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At the gate of Tabalin Temple, Abbot Mingyue and law enforcement officer Ni Ping'er escorted Hansheng and others out.
“Dr. Zhu, I, the old Rinpoche, send you my most sincere blessings.” Old Lama Tashi put his hands together.
"Master Zhaxi, you're welcome. It may take more than a month for Nanka's new eye to grow fully." Han Sheng bowed in return.
White-browed Tashi turned around and said to Youliang from the bottom of his heart: "Little brother, I am very grateful. If you have any problems in the future, please come to Muli Temple. We will help you. Tashi Delek."
After the old lama finished speaking, he laughed and patted Nankha. The Himalayan vulture raised its neck and whistled, then spread its wings and flew into the blue sky, happily heading straight for the snow-capped mountains in the distance.
Looking at the old lama's receding back, Youliang said to Hansheng, "I'm leaving now. I'll send Xiaojian back to Beijing first, and then I'll go steal the ghost pot. If that fails, I'll try to lure the nightmare to Tabaling Monastery."
Han Sheng nodded and asked him with concern: "Why don't you go to Blue Moon Valley to see Erya first?"
"I don't want her to worry," Youliang shook his head, "Erya just needs to take good care of Yong'er and Xiao Huoshi in the valley."
"Okay, after returning to Beijing, remember not to fight the Big Nightmare alone under any circumstances." Han Sheng warned.
"I understand." Youliang waved goodbye and left Tabarin Temple with Xiaojian. Master Dang and Mei Niang stayed in the temple. Stealing the pot secretly was very dangerous, and too many people would be a burden.
That night, Han Sheng and the Taoist couple Jia decided to send Hakka Nanny back to Blue Moon Valley first. Shen Caihua and Mo Mo also took the suction tube and eight kappas. From now on, they will live carefree in the blue lake in the valley.
Elder Fang and his party temporarily stayed in Tabalin Temple. Together with Master Dang, Mei Niang and Taoist Xufeng, they waited for the upcoming decisive battle.
Xufeng decided that he would not go anywhere else. In the future, he would follow Elder Fang into the Blue Moon Valley to track down the alternative void that Elder Fang had mentioned.
Not long after, Youliang and Xiaojian finally returned to the capital.
In the living room of the courtyard house in Shichahai Hutong, Dongdong saw his daughter and ran forward to hug her, tears filling his eyes and he burst into tears.
"Youliang, thanks to you this time…" The leader held his hand tightly and kept thanking him.
"My dear daughter, where have you been these days? Mom was so worried…" Dongdong hugged Xiaojian, crying and expressing her longing for her.
"Chief, your family is reunited. I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave first." Youliang stood up.
"Okay, I'll take you out and we can talk in detail when I invite you to dinner another day." The leader was smiling.
"Xiao Jian…" Youliang greeted him and gestured to the scroll privately.
"I still want to play for a few more days." Xiaojian pouted and walked into the bedroom with Dongdong hugging each other.
Alas, there was nothing he could do about her, Youliang had no choice but to turn around and leave.
At night, Xiao Jian took a comfortable hot bath, then lay on the bed, quietly unfolded the scroll, and looked at it with interest with his hand on his cheek…
Under the cold moonlight, the white-robed general Gang Bing stood on the yellow sand dune holding a crescent-shaped sword, leaning against the old tree. The two seemed very close. Liu'er, Fen'er, Ran He, Nangong Yan and Quan Fushi wandered aimlessly in front of the ancient castle. Gui Zhua and the old monk Wu Yu seemed to be arguing about something. Only Ah He stood alone in the empty Gobi beach, looking up at the night sky…
"Haha, these people are all under my control…" She yawned a few times with satisfaction, then rolled up the scroll and stuffed it under her pillow, then fell into a deep sleep.
At this moment, Diandian climbed up to the head of the bed quietly and looked at the sleeping Xiaojian with cold eyes.
"I'm sorry, but now the time has come. Master can't be blamed for this…" Uncle Fei sneered in his heart, and then his soul left his body and went straight to Xiaojian's fontanelle…