She's a real daughter and she's telling people's fortunes again

Nanshan Temple.

When Chen Pingan came here, he found that there was already a sea of ​​people outside. Moreover, these people were surrounded by their families and there were patients. There were countless wheelchairs, stretchers, etc.

Obviously, these people came here to seek medical treatment. Listening to the conversations of the people around them, they had difficult and complicated diseases that were helpless in major hospitals. They could only pin their last glimmer of hope on the Medicine King of Nanshan Temple.

In the mouths of these people, there are many legends about the King of Medicine. Some people say that he can give life to the dead and make flesh and bones white. He is a legend among doctors. His acupuncture skills are even more superb. Countless patients cannot be treated in major hospitals. At that time, I prayed to this place, and the Medicine King had the art of rejuvenation.

It’s just that for some unknown reason, two years ago, the King of Medicine suddenly washed his hands of the disease and announced that he was retiring and not seeing visitors. He even set a rule for himself to only see thirty patients a year. As for who can get the quota, everything depends on fate.

As a result, countless people have no way to seek medical treatment, but they are helpless. Many people often come here, hoping to be lucky enough to be favored by the King of Medicine and cure their diseases.

"Old man, you are already old. How long have you been here? Can you bear it?" A middle-aged man said to an old woman.

The old woman waved her hand and said: "I come here almost every day. I hope that the King of Medicine can cure my poor eldest son's incurable disease for the sake of my perseverance. I have pity on my son. You can’t let my white-haired person send a black-haired person to you!”

"But this Medicine King never shows up, otherwise I would kneel down and beg him in front of him. If he doesn't agree, I would rather die in front of him."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man shook his head helplessly and sighed, and said: "Old man, I'm afraid it won't be that easy. Medicine King not only has a holy hand, but it is said that he is also very knowledgeable about formations. He set up formations at the door, and we can't find them at all. Get to him."

Chen Pingan listened to the words of the two people and quickly looked up. Sure enough, although there were buildings looming in front of these people, they were surrounded by clouds and mist. They looked full of unreality, as if they were in a fantasyland. generally.

He looked at it carefully and then realized, isn't this a small mysterious formation recorded in the Wanxiang Book? The range that can be covered will not exceed a hundred meters at most, and it must use relatively rare materials as the formation eyes to maintain operation. When he saw this formation, he thought it was just a useless formation. .

Unexpectedly, people actually use it in reality, and the person who uses it is the King of Medicine.

After getting the fifth golden needle, Chen Pingan used blood to activate it halfway, and learned that getting the fifth golden needle can command the four heavenly kings, and these four heavenly kings are the King of War, the King of Medicine, the King of Gambling and the King of Mei. .

I just don’t know if this Medicine King is the Medicine King who is one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Dragon Burial Palace. I haven’t met him yet, so everything is still unknown.

It is said that doctors are like parents. Although the King of Medicine has the art of rejuvenation, he refuses to save him. Chen Pingan frowned. If he watched the patient fall in front of him and did not help him, this would be considered a disaster. What kind of doctor is he? What kind of medicine king?

Chen Pingan asked himself, he definitely couldn't do it. If that were the case, he wouldn't even be called a qualified doctor.

Looking at the countless non-human-shaped people tortured by the patients in front of him, Chen Ping'an snorted in his heart: What a medicine king, with good concentration, but it's a pity that he used it in the wrong place.

Chen Ping'an didn't stop for much, and walked directly into the small lost formation. His steps looked a little weird, like a drunken man. He took three steps forward, then suddenly took two steps back, and then again. Take seven steps forward to the left, then take four steps back, and then stand still.

Sure enough, as he finished walking, his eyes suddenly opened up, and a rather retro-style building suddenly appeared not far in front of him.

The Medicine King seemed to be full of confidence in the Little Lost Formation. He actually didn't even close the door. Chen Pingan didn't stop and walked directly in.

"Xiaoyue'er, what's going on? The door is not closed, so a stranger comes in?" An old but majestic voice sounded.

Chen Ping'an could tell that the owner of this voice was very powerful internally, and was probably a fifth-level master. However, although the voice was powerful, it also had a hint of weakness, and he didn't know why.