Chapter 1245

Miao Miao quietly pulled La Fangqi: "stop making trouble and save people first." Fang Qi nodded, stretched out his hand, took out the silver needle and pricked twenty-four needles in the old man's body. This is to close the orifices and activate the breath in his body.

Closing the orifices is to close his heaven Que and seven orifices to prevent his soul from escaping from the orifices; The activating breath is to stir up the vitality in his body while his soul is not out of his body. As soon as there is breath, all physiological functions of his body can be restored slowly.

Since practicing medicine, Fang Qi also knows that three days after a person's death is the process of disintegration of the four elements of earth, water, fire and wind in esoteric Buddhism. When the autopsy has not started in these three days, the man can be saved. Rural areas also have the habit of mortuary for three days. They dare to be buried only after they are confirmed dead three days later.

Fang Qi twists the needle and injects only a little genuine Qi. The two mammies stood by and watched, while Miao Miao stood in front of the stone wall and didn't know what he was looking at. In fact, Fang Qi just said that they were disciples, because there were lines of characters engraved on the stone wall, but these words were ancient characters that others couldn't understand.

Fang Qi urged Zhenqi to circulate in the old man's body. The old Dean has been practicing for decades. Naturally, his body is much clearer than ordinary people. Zhenqi runs normally. Before long, Fang Qi felt that the old Dean's body had been activated, leading the breath in the old man's body. Slowly collected his true Qi, then pulled out the silver needle and said to the two mammies, "it's all right. I'll be angry in a moment, but don't disturb him. You'd better let him rest quietly and clear his mind in two days."

The two mammies had never seen anyone who could treat a disease with a needle, but now their old Dean's face was no longer earthy gray, but gradually turned normal. I believed that although Xishan society was also a monastery, its means were not as high as Fang Qigao, and there was no way to save the old abbot.

The two mammies couldn't just let them go. At that moment, the older mammy took some strings of money and gave it to Fang Qi, "you can live here first these two days. Half of the money will be given to you first. If the old Dean really resurrects, I'll give you the other half."

Fang Qi took the money and weighed it in his hand: "OK, we also want to find a place to have a good rest." He put the money in his pocket and Miao Miao followed a monk out.

The friar first took them to a cave below for dinner, but tramp John's little pot of oil was not with them. After asking the friars, they knew that John had been arranged to live in another place. They let them live in this special room because they wanted to cure the old man.

The room was empty and clean. It was divided into two rooms inside and outside. There was a rough wooden table, several benches and a simple bookcase in the outside room. Inside the house, there was only a big wooden bed with thick white bedding. There was nothing else.

Miao Miao ran to the bookcase to read. In fact, those books were called volumes rather than books, because they were all made of rolled sheep's or animal skins. Fang Qi went to the front window to look out, and then ran to the back window to look inside the mountain.

Fang Qi remembered that they had such a small country in the black wind stronghold on the desert. He didn't want to see people living in the cave now. These people were all monks in black robes and nuns in white robes. The surrounding mountains are also extremely steep, which is an isolated place.

These people grow, eat, spin and weave in the mountains. They are completely self-sufficient. Although they are very poor, they are a good place to clean and repair. At least no outsiders will disturb them.

Fang Qi sighed: "this monastery is really awesome. It has surrounded such a large group of people to practice here. Otherwise, if we don't go, we'll practice here. " Miaomiao was still reading and ignored him. Fang Qi angrily went to the table and sat down. Seeing a strange character engraved on the table and a hammer pattern, he wondered: no wonder they are still people of the hammer Gang? Ah, no, the official name should be the Illuminati. The hammer Gang should be just a small branch of them.

Fang Qigang was about to tell Miao Miao about the discovery. The wooden door creaked. The friar came in with a food plate and put two wooden bowls on the table: "please eat slowly. After eating, our elders have something to say." Miao Miao came to the table with a book in his hand and looked at the gray, yellow and yellow liquid boiled in the wooden bowl: "shit, this is the food for the guests?" Pick up the two dark things like Wotou, "this is probably their bread."

Fang Qi bit: "coarse grain is good for health." He took a wooden spoon and tasted a spoonful of liquid, "well, it tastes like broth. I'm afraid this is the best treatment for the guests. Let's stop being pretentious and eat well. The elder has something to tell us later. "

While they were eating and talking, Fang Qi asked her what was written on the wall in the cave above. Miao Miao said it was an ancient character, very similar to the Qi character. Qixing characters are the product of Lianghe civilization and have been used until later generations, but all nationalities have improved those characters to adapt to their own languages. It's like a footbasin and a stick changing all Chinese characters into their own words.

They only came into contact with this language after entering Egypt, but each nation has many different intentions in the process of development. Only by contacting this kind of writing can we understand their history and learn something useful from them. It seems that the words are very similar, but in fact they are very different. Miao Miao is learning this ancient language now.

Fangqi said, "it can't be Latin."

Miao Miao shook his head: "no, although I don't know whether Latin is like this, I can even guess that this kind of writing is older than Latin, just like the legendary Qixing writing. Now I can say with certainty that the deed is the ancestor of Latin. "

When the door rang again, the two mammies came in one after another and smiled at them: "how did the two miracle doctors eat?" Without waiting for them to answer, the young nun said, "I'm sorry, we don't have enough food and conditions here, and only guests can eat this broth."

When they sat down, the older mammy said, "how did you come to this place?"

Fang Qi briefly explained the matter, but the matter of the spear of fate passed by. He only said that he escaped after being chased in the city. John took them out of the city and came to this place.

The nuns looked at each other. "Aren't you looking for the Longinus gun?"

Both Fang Qi and Miao Miao were surprised and asked, "what do you mean, who are you?"

The two nuns looked at each other again. The older nun said, "we are a monastery. There is another name called Xishan society, or hermit society. We are also called hermits."