Medicinal Immortal

"Amitabha Buddha, take care all the way." Tangning folded her hands together, and smiled at him.

Seeing this, Mo Ye didn't say much, but walked down the mountain.

Tangning stood there watching him leave, until the black figure gradually disappeared among the mountain roads, she retracted her gaze, turned and walked back.

After sending Mo Ye away, she still had to see how Xingtong was!

Mo Ye, who left with unwillingness to leave, naturally didn't know that the little monk he was thinking of, turned around and left him behind...

Going back to the cave house, and coming to the room where Xingtong lived, Tangning helped her get her pulse, checked it and left the room.

"Tang Tang, when will Xingtong wake up?" Xiao Hei flew over and asked, falling on her shoulder.

"Sleep and wake up tomorrow and be fine." Tangning smiled and said, "It's okay to let her go outside to get some sun and return her soul to her place tomorrow."

When Han Zhi and Xiao Hei heard this, they were relieved.

"I'm going to practice the talisman, don't disturb me, and don't let other people disturb me." She confessed, and entered the stone room where she usually refines medicine.

"Yes." Han Zhi responded, went to practice outside the cave, and was also responsible for guarding.

When Xiao Hei was idle, he flew around outside the cave, staying on the branch.

In the stone room, Tangning took out the talisman paper and finished the cinnabar and put the talisman pen on the stone table. She closed her eyes and recalled the rune pattern she had written in her mind. After a while, she opened her eyes and lifted the talisman pen to be stained with cinnabar. .

She injected a trace of spiritual power on the rune pen in her hand. With the infusion of spiritual power, the weight of the rune pen was significantly lighter. When she swiped down the rune paper according to the rune in her mind, she drew the rune pattern. At that time, I found that the cinnabar rune pattern painted disappeared before it was finished, and even a black trace that seemed to be burnt appeared on the rune pattern.

A piece of talisman paper was scrapped, and at the same time some cinnabar and a hint of spiritual power were consumed.

She frowned, holding the talisman pen that became heavy again in an instant, and looking at the talisman paper that was discarded on the table, she was thinking.

Obviously it was drawn according to that rune. Why did the rune disappear before the rune was finished? What is wrong? Thinking in her heart, she once again picked up the pen and dipped it with some cinnabar, and once again brought up the spirit energy and waved the strokes.

Of course, the situation just now appeared again. The rune had not been finished yet, and the runes had begun to disappear. What was left was another piece of rune paper scrapped, and the smell of burnt was diffused.

"It's still wrong, what's wrong? Is it because the spiritual power is uneven?" She muttered, took another talisman and tried it. Unexpectedly, it still failed, and another talisman was scrapped like this .

She did not give up and took out the talisman paper and tried again and again. The talisman paper was scrapped one by one, and the cinnabar was used less and less, and the hand holding the talisman was also because of the weight of the talisman. But Wei Wei was a little stiff, coupled with the consumption of spiritual power, made her forehead ooze sweat, and a faint lack of spiritual power appeared.

"call!"

She finally put down the pen and let out a breath. Looking at the discarded talisman paper, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and rubbed her hands to relieve the stiffness and soreness.

She sat cross-legged on the chair, with her hands hanging naturally on her legs, closing her eyes and adjusting her breath. It took about half an hour before she opened her eyes.