Shen Luo's eyes lit up as he stared at the map.
According to the book, the location of Luanshui River was closer than he expected. It was only about two hundred miles away from Chunhua County.
Shen Luo put down the book and fell into deep thought.
"Junior Brother Shen." At this moment, there was a heavy knock on the door. At the same time, a voice came from outside.
Shen Luo heard this and got up to open the door. A tall and sturdy young man stood at the door. It was Tian Tiesheng.
"Senior Brother Tian, your Green Sun Hand is close to completion. My door is made of wood. It can't withstand a few hits from you." Shen Luo greeted with a smile.
"Junior Brother Shen, don't make fun of me. My martial arts talent is not good. Even if I practice the Green Sun Hand for another ten years, I won't be able to complete it." Tian Tiesheng said with a bitter smile after being teased by Shen Luo.
"Senior Brother is too modest. Why did you come to my place?" Shen Luo asked as he invited Tian Tiesheng into the room.
"A few days ago I heard from Junior Brother Bai that you weren't feeling well. After the morning class, I went to the Jade Emperor Palace but didn't see you. Junior Brother Lin next door also said that you didn't leave your room since morning, so I came to take a look. Hey, your complexion doesn't look too good. Are you sick? "Tian Tiesheng saw Shen Luo's complexion and asked.
"Thank you for your concern. I didn't sleep well last night. It's nothing serious." Shen Luo didn't want to tell others about the jade pillow for the time being, so he casually explained.
"It's good that you're fine. You have to pay attention to rest. Don't tire yourself out. It's almost time for lunch. Let's go together. "Tian Tiesheng seemed to believe Shen Luo when he heard that he was fine. He looked at the time and said.
Shen Luo was also a little hungry, so he walked with Tian Tiesheng to the dining hall.
"Senior Brother Tian, Master has been out for a few days. Do you know when he will be back?" Shen Luo asked Tian Tiesheng.
His body had recovered, but after waking up from the dream twice, he was still worried. Taoist Luo should be able to see his body's condition at this moment.
If he didn't get to the bottom of this, he wouldn't be able to feel at ease.
"Master went down the mountain to Dingyuan City to catch a ghost for a wealthy family. It's not far away and judging by the time, he should be back soon. Is there anything you need from him?" Tian Tiesheng asked.
"I have some questions about cultivation that I would like to consult him about …" Shen Luo was quite happy to hear that Daoist Luo was about to return, so he casually explained.
Halfway through his words, the strength in his body suddenly disappeared without a trace. The scene in front of him spun, and then, with a plop, he fell to the ground on his back.
"Junior Brother Shen, what's wrong with you?" Tian Tiesheng, who was beside him, was shocked and hurriedly carried his body.
Shen Luo's body trembled uncontrollably. He felt as if a huge hole had appeared in his body and was crazily devouring his life force, causing him incomparable pain. The pain was even more intense than the pain he felt in the dream, but he couldn't make a sound. It was truly a fate worse than death.
Fortunately, at this moment, everything in front of him quickly became blurry. In the blink of an eye, endless darkness drowned out all of his senses, and he fainted.
…
After an unknown period of time, Shen Luo's senses slowly recovered. He felt a warm current slowly flowing through his body, making him feel very comfortable. He slowly opened his eyes.
An unfamiliar roof appeared above him. In the center of the roof, there was a large "Dao" character. Surrounding this "Dao" character was a circle of green patterns, and outside of the patterns was an even larger purple square frame. The four corners of the square frame were painted with the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, and other auspicious beasts.
Shen Luo had just woken up, and seeing this unfamiliar roof, he was momentarily at a loss. His mind was also in a daze, and he didn't know what had happened.
"Junior Brother Shen, you're awake?" At this moment, a face entered his field of vision, looking down at him from above. It was Tian Tiesheng.
"Senior Brother Tian, what happened to me?" Shen Luo saw Tian Tiesheng and immediately recalled everything that had happened before. He struggled to sit up.
"Don't move!" A dignified voice sounded, stopping his movements.
Shen Luo turned his head and saw a tall grey-haired old man standing beside him.
This man was wearing a dark green Taoist robe, and a lotus crown on his head. His face was cold, and his two eyebrows were slanted down, like a hanged ghost. He looked somewhat frightening.
"Temple Master!" Shen Luo saw the grey-haired old man's appearance and was shocked. He didn't dare to move an inch.
This grey-haired old man was the Temple Master of the Spring and Autumn Temple, Master Feng Yang.
Shen Luo saw that Master Feng Yang's left hand was pointing at his chest. His fingertips were flashing red, and a warm current was flowing from his fingertips into his body.
Suddenly, he felt a slight tingling sensation coming from his waist. Glancing sideways, he saw Reverend Feng Yang pinching a golden needle with two fingers on his right hand. The tip of the needle had pierced into an important acupoint on his waist and was gently twisting it.
Then, he saw a scene that almost made him cry out.
He saw that between his waist and abdomen, there were 17 or 18 golden needles, all of which were emitting a faint red light.
Shen Luo quickly realized that Master Feng Yang was probably performing some kind of acupuncture on him. He didn't dare to disturb him, but he couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"What's wrong with my body? Forget it, it's useless to think about it now. Since Master Feng Yang is treating me, I should be fine. "
He looked around and found that the hall was quite spacious. The surrounding walls were painted white, and there weren't many decorations. It looked quite simple.
In front of the wall facing the door, there was a large altar table, which enshrined the Heavenly Primogenitor, Heavenly Primogenitor Lingbao, and Heavenly Primogenitor Dao De.
There were six sandalwood chairs in front of the altar, three on each side. It seemed that they were used for meetings.
The wooden couch that he was lying on was close to the wall on the left side of the hall.
Apart from these things, there was nothing else in the hall. It looked a little empty, but there was a sense of majesty.
Shen Luo recognized that this was the Jing Jing Hall of the Spring and Autumn Temple, where the Temple Dean handled his affairs. He had only been here once when he entered the temple, and had no chance to come close to this place after that.
Master Feng Yang didn't pay attention to Shen Luo looking around, and continued to perform acupuncture on him. Soon, five or six golden needles were inserted into his waist.
Shen Luo only felt a burning sensation between his waist and abdomen, and soon it spread throughout his body. It was indescribably comfortable.
The weakness of his body gradually disappeared, and some color returned to his pale face.
Master Feng Yang glanced down at Shen Luo's face, and withdrew his left hand's fingers. His right hand waved in the air, and a red light appeared in his palm.
With a whoosh, the twenty or so golden needles flew out of Shen Luo's body and disappeared into his sleeve.
"Thank you, Temple Dean," Shen Luo's body was still weak, but he forced himself to sit up, and bowed to Master Feng Yang.
"I heard from Junior Brother Luo that your body wasn't good, but I didn't expect it to be this bad. I really don't know how you cultivate. Even a mere Minor Yang Art would cause a backlash from cultivating it. For you to be able to cultivate this technique, this is a rare thing. "Master Feng Yang sized up Shen Luo and snorted lightly as he spoke.
"What? Backlash from the cultivation technique? "Shen Luo was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Temple Dean, is Junior Brother Shen's body condition very serious?" Tian Tiesheng, who was next to him, heard this, and hurriedly asked.
"What do you think? His pulse is chaotic, and his vitality is severely damaged. It's obvious that he's suffering from a backlash! "Master Feng Yang looked at Tian Tiesheng, and asked.
"Junior Brother Shen, if you don't understand something about your cultivation, why don't you ask Master for advice? How can you cultivate so carelessly? The vitality in your body can't be replenished just because you want to. Sigh …" Tian Tiesheng sighed.
Shen Luo took a deep breath, and barely managed to calm his chaotic emotions, and asked Master Feng Yang, "Temple Dean, will the loss of vitality affect my lifespan?"
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