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Chapter 650: The Ancient Ancestor’s Medicine Talisman

Chapter 650: Chapter 650: The Ancient Ancestor’s Medicine Talisman

Almost in the blink of an eye, the yin energy was completely consumed by the flames.

Witnessing this, everyone couldn’t help but be shocked and stared at Jiangli in astonishment.

Jiangli, showing no change in expression, looked at Zhu Ming and said, "Do you have silver needles?"

Zhu Ming was stunned, "Ah?"

"I have silver needles here." It was at this moment that Uncle Du suddenly spoke.

Jiangli looked over.

Uncle Du took out a cloth package from his pocket, opened it, and it was a complete set of silver needles.

He handed the whole set of silver needles to Jiangli, "Does the Abbot need them?"

Jiangli’s brows raised slightly as she glanced at Uncle Du, and without saying anything, she took the silver needles from him and then pulled out a talisman.

With a flick of her wrist, the talisman ignited, burning like a candle, but the flame did not continue to burn downward.

Jiangli picked up a few silver needles and heated them in the flame for a moment.

Xia Xin and Xun Tianhai could tell that Jiangli appeared to be sterilizing them.

After the high-temperature sterilization, Jiangli took a few silver needles and with a swift and decisive hand, she pierced Zhu Ming’s abdomen and chest at several key acupoints with the needles, making a ’pu-chi pu-chi pu-chi’ sound as her hand rose and fell swiftly.

Zhu Ming, who had been in extreme pain from his wounds, felt the pain disappear as if it had never existed when the silver needles sealed the acupoints.

His chest and abdomen numb, it was as if he had never been injured.

Zhu Ming was momentarily stunned.

But Jiangli did not stop there; she took out several more talismans from her pocket and said to Zhu Ming indifferently, "Open your mouth."

Before Zhu Ming could react, he subconsciously opened his mouth.

Jiangli directly stuffed the talismans into his mouth.

Zhu Ming’s eyes immediately widened in shock.

Jiangli’s expression remained unchanged as she withdrew her hand.

Zhu Ming opened his mouth, about to spit out the talismans.

But as soon as the talismans entered his mouth, they dissolved into liquid and flowed down his throat.

Not only that, but Zhu Ming also tasted a strong medicinal flavor.

Zhu Ming smacked his lips; it truly tasted like medicine.

He was startled.

Although Zhu Ming was not a Taoist doctor, he had heard that some Taoist doctors could use spiritual energy to extract the essence of medicine and then, with the aid of spiritual energy, render it into talismans.

These were regarded as Medicine Talismans.

The legends spoke of Medicine Talismans indeed being possible.

However, such talismans were not the charlatan talismans peddled by street frauds, but real medicine.

It required the extraction of the medicine’s essence, a process that was extremely draining both of spiritual power and energy.

Even though there are still people who practice Taoist medicine today, very few Taoist doctors now bother to create Medicine Talismans anymore.

Because it’s too draining on their energy and spiritual power, normally Taoist doctors would just prescribe traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions.

However...

Zhu Ming knew that what was in his mouth was a real Medicine Talisman.

Jiangli...was no ordinary Taoist doctor.

Uncle Du also watched this scene with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He was a medical cultivator himself and could also create Medicine Talismans, but at his age, the Medicine Talismans he could draw were limited.

To do it as effortlessly as Jiangli was beyond him.

It was evident that Jiangli’s cultivation base must be above his own.

Uncle Du looked at Jiangli with a dark expression in his eyes.

He had heard Master Qu Lin mention this person, Jiangli of Jiaoyang Temple...

He too had heard of that name before.

It was that of the rebellious and maverick ancestor of Jiaoyang Temple.

But that person should have long been dead, and not just dead but with his soul utterly destroyed. How could he still be alive?

And even if he were alive, he shouldn’t look so young.

Could it simply be a case of two people sharing the same name?

Or could it be that Jiaoyang Temple was just that fortunate, having once had an astonishingly talented Abbot named Jiangli, and now another Jiangli with considerable talent has emerged?

Could it really be such a coincidence?