Chapter 676

The eldest miss of the Meng family came in and said, "doctor Fang, have you found the cause?"

Fang Qi told her that someone had done something to the Fengfu acupoint, "there is a ghost behind the Fengfu acupoint behind your father's head. This ghost blocks the Fengfu acupoint and continues to input toxins, so your father's turbid Qi can't be discharged. It looks like a symptom of poisoning. This is a sign of blocked Qi and blood vessels. It has become a sarcoma and needs to be cut off immediately before it can be saved. "

Miss Meng reached out and touched her father's brain. Sure enough, she found an egg sized sarcoma and immediately said, "OK, what do we need to do?"

Fang Qi said to prepare a table and a basin. Because there are ghosts in the sarcoma, he should close the whole room with a cloth curtain and light sandalwood and wax to kill ghosts. Miss Meng immediately went out to prepare.

When Meng Fangzi was in Zhaozi's house, he was puzzled that he had not given the sleeve needle to Miao Fangzi again. The sarcoma in Fengfu is really strange. He won't do it rashly until he can figure out what's in the sarcoma. After cutting the pulse, I also felt that although Meng Zhao looked terrible, it was only caused by the blockage of Qi pulse, and there was no danger of his life for the time being.

"Miao Miao, if the ghost of Fengfu is made by Renbo, will bailiantang turn against the Lama?"

Miao Miao said with a smile, "with Yang lianzhenjia's temper, I think he will try to control Meng Zhao instead of planting ghosts on him."

Fang Qi nodded, "right, I think so, so I feel strange."

This time, Miss Meng came in again, "doctor, it has been arranged. Come here and lift my father to the back room." Four women came in and lifted Meng Zhao up. Fang Qi and Miao Miao followed. Everyone in the house outside was rushed to the yard, even the Lord Bo.

Sandalwood and wax were lit in the back room to brighten the room. Fang Qi asked them to turn Meng Zhao over, put the wooden basin under their face, found a piece of cloth and twisted a hole to cover the sarcoma. Only for a while, the sarcoma had grown as big as a small watermelon.

Miss Meng and the four girls of Chunlan Qiuju looked at the sarcomas, and they saw that there was a ferocious face on the sarcomas, but the eyes had not opened yet. Fang Qi knew that as soon as the eyes of the grimace opened, he was afraid that Meng Zhao would die.

"You quit quickly. No matter what happens, don't come in!" Fang Qi had to pay them all out first. He didn't know what kind of demon moths would be caused by this ghost face.

The five women withdrew and closed the door behind their hands. Fang Qi took out the magic subduing stick, pinched the golden needle and stabbed it down from the spirit of the ghost face. He saw that the ghost face twitched, two strange eyes half opened and half closed, and a stream of black smoke spewed out of one mouth. Miao Miao immediately covered them with a treasure bottle, and the black smoke beat on the treasure bottle and rattled.

When the black smoke dissipated, Fang Qi took out several gold needles and stuck them in several big holes of the ghost face. The ghost face knew that it was bad. He screamed hoarsely and screamed: "why do you have to live with me? You were skinned by me in the past life, and you can't escape my palm in this life!" It was Meng Zhao's voice.

Fang Qi did not move, nor did he stop, nor did he talk to the ghost. His hands kept twisting a few gold needles like embroidery. The face was full and ferocious at first, but it soon dried up like wrinkled fruit. When the black smoke was almost spitting out, the face collapsed and piled up like a leaking balloon.

Fang Qi took out the gold needle and Miao Miao handed him Asoka's gold knife. Fang Qi held the gold knife and drew a circle near Fengfu. The sarcoma even slipped into the wooden basin, and the dirty black blood flowed down. The gold knife was extremely sharp. Cutting the sarcoma was a piece of cake. Although the sarcoma had fallen, Meng Zhao was puckering a small black thing on the back of his head. It was still a living thing. Seeing that the sarcoma was gone, he was desperately trying to drill into Fengfu cave.

Fang Qi has closed the Fengfu cave. The thing can't get in, and half of his body is still exposed. Fang Qi takes out the magic subduing stick and the gold needle and plunges it into the black insect from the side. The insect is stuck on the gold needle and pulled out of the Fengfu cave. He struggles and squeaks.

The two people were stunned when they saw the strange insect clearly. Isn't this the kind of insect they saw in the ancient tomb on Wutai Mountain? Refining ghosts with insects is no problem for supreme masters like Renbo, let alone Yang lianzhenjia.

The insect bared its teeth and its two big jaws clattered, but it was firmly nailed by the gold needle. It couldn't move once it entered, and even its vibrating wings couldn't break free. As soon as Fang Qi flicked his finger, the gold needle immediately turned red and burst into flames, and the black insects attached to the ghost were swallowed by the flame, but the movement of this thing was as miserable as ghosts crying and wolves howling, and soon turned into a burst of green smoke in the flame and melted into the air.

The next thing is easy to do. Fang Qi first pierces Meng Zhao's Fengfu cave with a gold needle, opens the Fengfu cave, and then introduces the real Qi to force out the ghost worship Qi. Miao Miao is afraid that one person's real strength is poor. He urges the real Qi to be continuously input into Fang Qi, and Fang Qi will be transmitted to Meng Zhao.

Through seven rounds of Qi, he embarked on a small Sunday, and finally circulated a big Sunday in Meng Zhao's body. He repeated it many times until Feng Fu exhausted the sneaky poison gas, and Meng Zhao emitted bursts of white steam. Both of them were tired and were about to spit blood.

The color of fishy rot in the room was disgusting, the arm blown by white steam, and the thick and thin wax flame swayed. At this time, Meng Zhao's red and purple copper coin spots had faded, and his complexion gradually returned to normal.

Miao Miao removed the bottle cover, picked up the blood stain and sarcoma in the half wooden basin and went out. Fang Qi also went out.

Seeing them coming out, Miss Meng, who was guarding outside, hurriedly asked, "OK?"

Fang Qi said, "let someone prepare some tonic Soup for the leader to drink. There's no problem for the time being."

Miss Meng wept with joy and suddenly knelt down and kowtowed: "doctor Fang, you saved my father. You are the benefactor of our Meng family. You will never forget your great kindness!" The four girls also knelt down and kowtowed.

Fang Qi helped her up. "After half an hour, when the smoke inside dissipates, remove the cloth curtain, open the doors and windows for ventilation. Your father is all right and will recover in a few days."

Miss Meng ordered the four girls of Chunlan Qiuju to guard at the door and followed them outside. At this time, there was still a large circle of people in the yard. Although it was late in the afternoon, no one was willing to leave. When she saw Fang Qimiao and Miss Meng coming out, they all rushed up and asked.

"Dad is out of danger and can recover in a few days. Fortunately, Fang Miao and his two miracle doctors helped him out. Dad turned the crisis into safety. They are the benefactors of our white lotus hall!" Miss Meng took the lead in kneeling down again and knelt down again.

Fang Qigang wanted to speak, but suddenly he heard a sneer in the crowd: "miracle doctor? Hum! "