"It's unreasonable! Where did the shrew come from, to dare to talk nonsense in front of the holy lady!"
"Is this man blind? If she hadn't interrupted just now, the youngest son of the Lin family would have almost recovered."
"I just saw that this woman was brought in by Lin Shaomin. I don't think she has the aura of my Horton tribe's cultivation method. She should be an outside monk, right?"
"Is Lin Shaomin stupid to bring a shrew to offend the holy aunt, and now her brother's only chance to be rescued is gone."
"Hey, it's her own fault if she can't be saved. This woman is so arrogant that she dares to slander the holy lady. If she doesn't punish her properly, won't people think that I, the Horton tribe, are easy to bully?!"
"Those who blaspheme the holy lady should send her to [Unclean Abyss]!"
"Yes, send her to [Unclean Abyss]!"
As the people around shouted louder and louder, the deacons and guards of Mu Le Pavilion also surrounded Muyan with unkind expressions.
Yashuang's face was as cold as ice, and she stared at Muyan coldly: "I, Yashuang, have treated countless patients, and I have cured dozens of people just because of meridian atrophy. You dare to question my medical skills today. Okay, tell me , How did I abolish this kid? If you can’t explain why, don’t blame my ruthless subordinates!”
A middle-aged man in the line who was playing the dulcimer at the side suddenly stepped forward and said loudly: "I also suffered from meridian atrophy a few years ago, and it was Sister Yashuang who cured me. You, a lowly foreign woman, dare to slander Mule Pavilion Sister in Qingye Palace, what is your intention?"
Muyan glanced at the middle-aged man who was talking, and said with a sneer: "You really feel that your illness has been cured. Yes, your meridians are no longer shrinking, but the aura in your body has started to get out of control, and it often hits the wind. Chi, Baihui and Shenque acupoints make you sleepless and hungry every day, and you are in so much pain that you would rather die. Isn’t that why you came to Mulege Shenggu for treatment today?”
The middle-aged man was taken aback, and almost blurted out: "You, how do you know?"
Muyan said lightly: "I also know that this is not the first time you have fallen ill. When you fell ill a year ago, the aura collided with only a few meridians of Foot Shaoyin and Shaoyang on your feet, making you unable to walk. But this attack has already begun to endanger your life. However, you don't have to worry too much, this pain won't last long... "
She smiled softly: "Because when you get sick for the third time, you will die directly, and you will be completely relieved."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man trembled uncontrollably.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he wanted to yell at the girl's nonsense, and wanted to refute loudly, but all the voices were blocked in his throat, and he couldn't come out at all.
Because he knew that this woman was right. Every symptom she mentioned was extremely accurate, as if she had seen him get sick with her own eyes.
Unknowingly, all his mind has been completely seized by the last sentence "When the third attack occurs, it will be death directly", and even the awe of Mu Le Pavilion has been forgotten.
"You... why are you... then I should, what should I do?"
Muyan's gaze turned to Yashuang, and she said in a deep voice: "Lin Shaocong's illness, on the surface, seems to be the atrophy of the meridians, but in fact, the root of the illness is not in the meridians, but in the dantian. If you just treat it as an ordinary atrophy of the veins To strengthen the meridian of the disease, maybe the root of the disease can be trapped in the dantian for several years, but it can only treat the symptoms but not the root cause."