Chapter 646

Looking at the poor old Wang, Gu Fenghua also secretly sympathizes with him.

But it can't blame her. Who knows that the master of the temple, who has always been open-minded and ambitious, is so mean in this matter.

It's better to blame Lao Wang himself. Who gave him the surname of Wang? It happened that he lived next door to the Lord of the temple.

Soon, the party arrived at the inner house.

A beautiful woman with elegant temperament is quietly wiping her tears. It seems that she is the lady of the temple master. Next to her, a group of servant girls dare not make any noise. Looking at Fang Tianyou sitting on the sickbed, they are all worried.

Gu Fenghua and others all looked at Fang Tianyou. After taking the healing pill, his pig face had recovered, but his eyes were dull.

"How are you, my God?" Fang Shibo didn't have time to pay attention to others. He came forward to hold Fang Tianyou's hand and asked with concern.

Fang Tianyou raised his head, looked at him with dull eyes, and then turned his head.

"He, what's the matter with him?" Fang asked in a trembling voice.

I remember last time I was seriously injured by Gu Fenghua's two demons, one is a plant and the other is an animal. Although Fang Tianyou's face blindness was so severe that he didn't even know himself, he was still sober. His eyes were dull and he was as stupid as he is now.

"It seems that it's the disease of soul separation in legend." Xie Huaiyuan said with a heavy look.

"The disease of leaving the soul!" The whole body of Fang Shibo was shocked, and the lady sitting next to him burst into tears.

It is said that some saints may lose their spirits when they are possessed. They seem to be the same as ordinary people, but they have no mind at all. This kind of symptom is also known as the disease of soul separation.

To put it simply, it's the same truth as the madness of losing one's mind in the folk. However, the spirit of saints is far stronger than that of ordinary people. Once suffering from the disease of departing from one's soul, the consequences are far more serious than madness of losing one's mind.

A madman can go mad at least. He's just insane. He suffers from the disease of death, but he's like a walking corpse. He can't even go mad.

To put it more simply, it's the living dead.

Similarly, it is also because the holy practice has a good practice, and the mind is far superior to ordinary people. If you suffer from this disease, it will be more difficult to cure.

"Elder Xie, please, we must find a way to save God you." Seeing that his only son had become like this, Fang Shibo could not care about the identity of the Lord of the temple, not to mention the old grudges with Xie Huaiyuan.

There are still a few heart nourishing pills left on him, but they are used to treat facial blindness, and they are of no use to this disease.

"Lord, it's not that I won't help you, but that I don't know how to do it." Xie Huaiyuan wanted to comfort Fang Shibo, but he thought that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. He said frankly.

It's not easy to have the disease of departing from the soul, so there are few related records, so there is no way to pass down the treatment.

"Can't you help it?" Fang Shibo murmured, just for a moment, his half white and half gray hair turned into a piece of silver snow, and his face was haggard.

"Maybe I can think of a way." Gu Fenghua couldn't bear to see that Fang Shibo was so sad. He racked his brains and thought about it carefully. Suddenly, his eyes brightened and he said.

"Do you have a way?" Fang raised his head in surprise.