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When Yang Lin talked about Zhu Youshu, everyone still had a glimmer of hope in him, especially He Lao.

As an old Chinese medicine practitioner, he had also heard of Zhu Youshu's name.

I know that there are many unique ways to treat diseases in Zhuyoushu.

But strange does not mean outrageous. Transitioning one person's life span to another is obviously beyond the scope of medical skills.

So after a moment of surprise, Mr. He was the first to raise his doubts.

"Little Taoist Priest, do you really know how to Zhu Youshu?"

Hearing Mr. He's question, everyone else also looked at Yang Lin.

"Of course! Zhu Youshu is just one of the thirteen subjects of ancient medical skills. It is not a secret that is not passed down. It is normal for me, a monk, to know a little bit about it."

After saying this lightly, Yang Lin seemed to remember that Zhu Youshu in this world seemed slightly different from the one in his previous life, and quickly added another sentence.

"Don't get me wrong, Zhu Youshu is not a magic spell, and don't be too mythical."

"Like the emperors and emperors who could be seen everywhere when I was a child, my family had a Ye Crying Man who was one of the Zhu Youshu."

After hearing this, many people had expressions of sudden realization.

"So that's it. I thought Zhu Youshu was something special."

"Having said that, I also remembered that I was stuck with a fishbone when I was a child. My grandfather took me to an old man in the village. He seemed to have cured me after he gave me something called Jiulong Huagu Shui. ”

"It turns out those folk remedies are Zhu Youshu."

However, not everyone thinks so. Mr. He's son, Chen Guangda's secretary and others looked full of disbelief.

And they also represent the ideas of the vast majority of materialists.

"It's fake. How could something like that be effective? If it was really effective, it would have been vigorously promoted by the country."

"I think it's just a psychological suggestion, and it only treats minor illnesses and disasters."

"Is there a possibility that Zhu Youshu has not been popularized not because Zhu Youshu is not effective, but because Zhu Youshu will backfire on practitioners."

"Then it's even more impossible. Can feudal superstition be taken seriously?"

Faced with He Lao's son's doubts, Yang Lin showed a strange smile on his face.

"Sir, if you feel that Zhu Youshu is ineffective against the old lady, you might as well lend a few years of your life to the old lady."

"Anyway, in your opinion, Zhu Youshu is nothing but nonsense, so if you borrow it, you'll just borrow it."

As Yang Lin said these words, the bespectacled middle-aged man who had just been in disbelief suddenly changed his expression.

"This...I...why should I borrow it."

Seeing his son's appearance, Mr. He immediately reprimanded:

"Songbai, don't always behave like that and talk about feudal superstitions all day long. Our Dragon Kingdom's traditional medical skills are derived from ancient witchcraft."

Before He Lao finished teaching his son, the old general on the side couldn't wait any longer and came directly to Yang Lin with a respectful expression on his face:

"Little Taoist Priest, if you can really let Guizhen live a few more days, I can lend you as much life as I have to Guizhen."

"I owe her these years, and please ask the Taoist Priest to start soon."

Hearing the old general's prayers, Yang Lin's expression suddenly became serious.

"Old General, according to your lifespan, you could have lived for 3 years. Let me confirm again, do you really want to lend all your lifespan to the old lady?"

As soon as Yang Lin finished speaking, the old general replied decisively:

"really!"

"No regrets?"

"No regrets!"

"Well!"

After confirming again and again, Yang Lin immediately asked Chen Lan to bring another recliner and place it next to the old lady, and then let the old general lie down on it.

After the old general lay down next to the old lady and held the old lady's hand tightly, Yang Lin got a pair of small scissors from nowhere and cut off a lock of hair on each of their heads.

While using a special technique to tie two different locks of hair into tight knots, she muttered something.

It's just that Yang Lin seemed to use a special language this time, and no one among so many people present understood it.

After the two strands of hair were tied into a tight knot and the mantra was recited, the old general, whose eyes were still open, seemed to have fallen asleep.

Seeing this, everyone still had a hint of doubt.

But Yang Lin's next operation made their eyes widen.

Yang Lin took out a piece of yellow paper from nowhere, and then cut the old general's fingertips in front of everyone.

Using the old general's fingertips as a pen and blood as ink, he drew a mysterious and mysterious spell in a short time.

Different from the previous spells, this spell drawn with blood is more or less weird.

Everyone's scalp was numb when they saw it.

But just when everyone didn't quite understand what this talisman was used for, Yang Lin stuffed it into an empty bowl beside him in the next second.

boom!

With the sound of flames igniting, the talisman spontaneously ignited out of thin air. What was even weirder was that when the talisman was almost burning, a pool of clear water emerged from the bottom of the bowl.

Every time Yang Lin shook the empty bowl, the water in the bowl would increase.

After several times in a row, he had a full bowl of water in his hand.

"this..."

"He can do magic?"

"How he did it, I didn't even see clearly, how come there was an extra bowl of water."

"I don't know. That bowl was brought out by the owner. It can't be a magic prop."

"Is it so magical? If he doesn't stop being an artist, he can still work part-time as a magician."

Before everyone around him could finish speaking, Yang Lin threw the previously tied hair into the bowl.

Then he made virtual drawings on the top of the bowl with his fingertips while chanting the incantation.

By now, almost ten minutes have passed, and everyone has even lost their patience.

As a result, some people who originally believed in Yang Lin gradually became shaken.

But at this moment, Yang Lin poured the liquid in the bowl into the mouths of the two old men.

The moment the two drank the liquid in the bowl, a magical scene happened.

The old lady, who had almost lost her vital signs before, suddenly moved her fingers, and a trace of blood appeared on her pale face.

On the other side, the old general's originally rosy complexion turned pale, and even his skin became instantly sagging, as if he had aged several years in an instant.

Such a sharp contrast immediately made everyone dumbfounded.

"Did Yang Lin really lend the old general's life to the old lady?"

For a moment, all everyone could think of was this ridiculous possibility.

Before everyone could recover from the huge shock, the old lady lying on the right side suddenly opened her eyes.

This also made everyone who was already shocked say it was incredible.

The middle-aged man with glasses, who had previously been in disbelief, was so frightened that he took a few steps back.