Qingyu widened her eyes and shouted in shock: "What? Hundreds of thousands?"

The little face suddenly shook down and said with a bitter face: "When will I draw it?"

Bai Xiaochun said proudly beside him: "Don't be stupid. When you draw hundreds of thousands of talismans, you will be dead long ago. I still have to rely on my alchemy to refine my alchemy furnace. I have brought it to Junior Brother Baiyun."

Li Yunhong was excited when he heard it next to him. Although he didn't know what alchemy was, he had only heard of refining medicine, but as long as he could solve the plague, he would be a benefactor! He quickly reached out and smiled excitedly on his face and said, "Master of the Guanyin, several Taoist priests, rest in there."

Li Ping'an shook his head and said, "It's not necessary to rest. I'd better go see the patient first!"

Li Yunhong looked up at the sky and said, "Seeing Master, it's almost dark this day?!"

Li Ping'an said: "It's okay, time is tight, you all keep up."

Turn around and walk toward the side.

"Yes!" The disciples responded and followed.

The prince hurriedly brought people to follow.

Before he walked far, Li Ping'an heard a faint coughing sound. The suppressed coughing sound came from the houses on both sides of the street, and the patient density was very high.

Li Ping'an paused, turned around and came to the door of the house, and knocked on the door.

An old voice came from inside: "Ahem~ who is it!"

Li Ping'an said, "We are the pharmacists invited by the prince, and we are here to treat you."

Bang bang bang~Amid the rapid footsteps, the door creaked and opened, and an old man in a gray cloth robe appeared in front of the door of the house, and a dim oil lamp was lit in the room.

The old man looked at the group of people outside and shouted excitedly: "Are you really a pharmacist who came to see us? Come in! Come in and take a look for my son."

Li Ping'an and others walked into the house and noticed that it was a teahouse. There were tables and chairs placed in the spacious space, but now it looked empty.

The old man glanced at him and felt a sudden heart. Is it really a pharmacist? Why are there any generals? There are also a few people wearing luxurious clothes, obviously they are not ordinary people.

But at this moment, the old man no longer cared about thinking so much. He pulled Li Ping'an's sleeve and pulled Li Ping'an into the house, and said anxiously: "My son lives in the backyard. Come with me quickly. My son is sick!"

A general next to the prince was about to scold him, but Li Yunhong bowed and the general held back his words.

Before everyone arrived at a room in the backyard, the old man creaked and pushed open the door. The dim lights illuminated the room inside. A middle-aged man lay on the bed, with scarlet beans on his face, which looked very scary under the dim lights.

The middle-aged man on the bed slowly opened his eyes, coughed twice and said, "Dad, who is here?"

The old man ran to the bed, looked at the middle-aged man on the bed, and said happily: "Son, the pharmacist is here, the pharmacist is here to see you. Just take the medicine prescribed by the pharmacist. You will be fine."

The old man looked up and looked at Li Ping'an begging.

Li Ping'an came to the bed and carefully observed the patient.

The patient also opened his eyes and looked at Li Ping'an and said with grief: "Pharmacist, how long will I have?"

Li Ping'an smiled and said, "Don't worry, you will be fine."

Li Ping'an reached out and took out the patient's arm, placed it beside the bed, and pressed his two fingers on the wrist pulse.

The patient subconsciously moved and wanted to withdraw it.

Li Ping'an said: "Don't move!"

The patient's arm suddenly stiffened and was a little nervous.

The others looked at Li Ping'an strangely.

The prince approached Niu Dali and whispered: "Dali, what is the master doing?"

Niu Dali actually didn't know what the audience was doing, but he had already blown away the cowhide in front of the prince and had already told the prince that he was very familiar with the audience. If he said he didn't know now, wouldn't he be slapped in the face? He replied in a low voice: "Prince, this is the unique medical treatment technique of the Taoist sect. As long as he presses this way, the situation in this person's body will be clearly viewed by the audience."

The prince sighed in a low voice, "It's amazing!"

Bai Xiaochun, Shi Hao and others looked at Niu Dali strangely. We didn't know, how did you know?

Niu Dali grinned at them with a flattering sex.

Although Niu Dali was not completely right, he was also confused by him.

Li Ping'an naturally doesn't know how to take the pulse, but we have spiritual energy! Input a trace of spiritual energy into the patient's body, and as the spiritual energy wanders, the patient's body is fully aware of the situation.

Li Ping'an let go of his hand and touched his chin and thought solemnly.

Everyone in the room looked at Li Ping'an expectantly, and the prince and others were even more nervous, most afraid of hearing the four words "powerlessness" from Li Ping'an's mouth.

After a while, Li Ping'an came to his senses, put his hand down, and shook his head regretfully. Judging from the ability he has mastered now, it is really troublesome to solve this plague! Neither elixir nor talismans can work in a short period of time, but what is most lacking now is time. Hundreds of thousands of people have been infected. It can be said that a large number of patients die at every moment and cannot afford to delay!

Seeing Li Ping'an shaking his head, the old man's heart suddenly fell to the bottom, and threw himself on the bed and cried, "Son! My son! You are dead, what should I do?"

The prince also said nervously: "Seeing Master, is there really no way to do this?"

Li Ping'an said: "This plague is very troublesome, and I need to think about it carefully. Qingyu, use Zhang Fuzhuan!"

Qingyu said, "Okay!" He looked at the old man and said, "Grandpa, do you have water? His illness is in his body, and the effect of taking it is better."

The old man got up from the bed and shouted in surprise: "Is there any help from my son?"

Qingyu nodded for granted and said, "Yes!"

"I'll get it now." I'll stumbled out and ran out.

After a while, the old man ran back with a heavy breath, carrying a large basin of water.

Qingyu scooped a cup of water with a teacup in a speechless manner. After using the talisman, the patient improved rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Several people walked out of the house amid the old man's gratitude.

On the street, Li Yunhong slowly smiled and said, "No matter how many times I look at it, I feel that the talisman of the Spectrum Master is very magical! This plague will be cured if you continue with a piece of paper. It's so amazing. If you have the Spectrum Master and all the Taoist masters, you can definitely get rid of the plague."

Li Ping'an shook and said, "A talisman can only save one person. There are too many patients. The talisman is limited. It is impossible to rely on the talisman to save these four cities."

Li Yunhong laughed dryly and said, "What the master of the Guan was saying!"

Li Ping'an sighed and said, "Go and have a look!"

Several people continued to walk forward, Li Ping'an and others walked lightly, and Li Yunhong gradually landed behind.

Niu Dali walked to the prince and whispered: "Prince, your flattery was too explicit just now."

Li Yunhong took a breath and whispered: "Is there any?"

Niu Dali nodded seriously.

Li Yunhong sighed and whispered: "The master of the spectator is our only hope. I am worried that the master of the spectator will leave without hope of treatment!"

Niu Dali comforted and said, "Don't worry! The master is not that kind of person."
Chapter completed!