Chapter 82: Ghost Gate Divine Needles, Yinshan Xiong Family

Evening. A lonely moon hung high.

Inside the medical hall, Zhang Fan listened to Ming Yunxia's fragmented words, and shattered images vaguely emerged in his mind.

When he was twelve, his state was indeed somewhat muddled. According to Li Yishan, his soul had been lost.

Perhaps he had just suffered a blow and hadn't walked out of the trauma, sometimes not even recognizing people.

This situation lasted for about a year, and then Zhang Fan seemed like a different person, starting to return to normal.

"Sister Yunxia, did my dad come back later?" Zhang Fan asked.

"No... you two only came for about half a year, and never came again after that."

Ming Yunxia suddenly seemed to remember something and said: "Right, when my grandfather left, he gave instructions that if you ever came, there was something he wanted to give you."

"Huh!?" Zhang Fan hurriedly asked: "What is it?"

"I don't know, it was left for you... wait a moment."

As she spoke, Ming Yunxia turned and walked toward the inner room.

"He knew I was coming?" Zhang Fan muttered to himself. He slowly withdrew his gaze, suppressed the curiosity in his heart, and while waiting, began to wander around the medical hall.

Ming Chengjun was a Daoist physician from the Yinshan Sect, and the hall did indeed house many rare medicinal stones and materials.

Just then, Zhang Fan walked to a shelf. Inside a glass cover sat a tea leaf, its patterns shimmering with a faint silver-gray, the luster flowing as if it were a Daoist rune.

"Demon Tea!?" Zhang Fan's gaze narrowed; he had seen records of this type of tea in the 【Daoist Dao Mi Lu】.

It is rumored that in the southeast coastal region, after a thunderstorm, people often encounter an old beggar in ragged clothes wearing a flower wreath, begging along the road.

If you encounter her begging, you must not give her gold or silver. Just pick some tea stems from the roadside and give them to her, and you can take one thing from the old beggar.

Remember, you must take the leaves from the wreath on her head. You can only take three leaves at a time, otherwise, you will have terrible luck.

Some say this is a tea spirit living in the mountains. One leaf from that wreath is worth twenty years of life. During the wars of ancient times, a deserter walked into the deep mountains, his dry rations were all gone, and he was about to starve to death. He met the old beggar and exchanged for two leaves of flower tea. After eating them, he escaped the disaster and lived until he was ninety before passing away.

Years ago, a Chinese businessman in the late stages of lung cancer offered eight million, and no one knew where he begged for one. As a result, he managed to extend his life by twenty years, but his later years were miserable; he lost his fortune and his family was torn apart. It can be seen that for such things, if one lacks the fate and destiny, and blindly seeks them, one will eventually suffer retribution.

"This thing can really extend life? One leaf is worth eight million?" Zhang Fan was lost in thought.

Housing prices in Yujing City are high. Although the Hongfu Huayuan he rents is in the old city and the facilities are dilapidated, if that apartment were sold, it would be worth eight million.

One tea leaf could be exchanged for an apartment!?

Thump, thump, thump...

Just then, a knock on the door came.

"Sister Yunxia, someone is knocking," Zhang Fan called out casually.

"Tell them the clinic is closed and we are not receiving guests," Ming Yunxia's voice came from the inner hall.

Zhang Fan walked to the courtyard and opened the door. He saw two young men standing outside. The leader was dressed in casual, loose clothing, with a bright green jade ring on the pinky of his right hand. The one next to him was tall, looking to be about 1.85 meters.

The two young men were stunned when they saw Zhang Fan.

"Sorry, the old Mr. Ming is not here, the clinic is closed for this period," Zhang Fan greeted.

"Hehe..." The leader's gaze narrowed, scanning Zhang Fan up and down, and he couldn't help but sneer: "Since when did that slut Ming Yunxia find such a gigolo to guard the house?"

"Huh!?" Zhang Fan's gaze sank as he listened to these highly insulting words.

Clearly, these two were not here to see a doctor.

"Kid, you being able to eat this soft rice now is thanks to our Ming family. Tell Ming Yunxia to come out obediently," the tall young man next to him said coldly.

"What? You want to trespass on private property?" Zhang Fan said unhappily.

As soon as these words were spoken, the two young men looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh even more brightly, as if they had heard some funny joke. "Kid, don't go looking for trouble for yourself." A cold glint flashed in the leader's eyes; clearly, he had lost his patience.

"Xiong Qianxing, what do you want to do?"

Just then, Ming Yunxia walked out, her beautiful face as if covered in frost, and she shouted coldly.

"Ming Yunxia, you finally came out," Xiong Qianxing said coldly.

"Old man Ming is already dead. The things that originally belonged to the Ming family should be returned, right?" Ming Chenxuan added from the side.

"Grandfather is not dead... he just went on a long journey," Ming Yunxia said, gritting her teeth.

"Dying outside is still dying... no news for so long..."

Xiong Qianxing was unwilling to argue further on this topic.

"The Ghost Gate Divine Needles are the Ming family's unique skill. Back then, old man Ming left the family but took this unique skill with him. Now it should be returned," Ming Chenxuan said coldly.

"Ghost Gate Divine Needles!?" Zhang Fan was moved.

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He had once seen records of this technique in the 【Daoist Dao Mi Lu】.

The Ghost Gate Divine Needles is a technique that uses Qi to form needles and pierces Yin acupoints.

Human acupoints are divided into Yin and Yang. Yang acupoints govern the living, while Yin acupoints govern ghosts and gods. If one follows this method, one can draw upon the power of ghosts and gods to manipulate fortune and misfortune. It is an extremely profound, secret technique of the 【Yinshan Sect】.

It is said that more than thirty years ago, a wandering Daoist priest in Qinghe County was proficient in this technique. At that time, a family's youngest son drowned, and the body had been laid out in the house for three days, and they were preparing for the funeral. After the Daoist saw it, he formed hand seals and used Qi to form needles to pierce the acupoints, actually pulling him back from the gates of hell.

"The Ghost Gate Divine Needles were realized by my grandfather himself. In so many generations of the Ming family, why hasn't anyone learned them?" Ming Yunxia said coldly.

"Nonsense... even your surname is Ming's."

Ming Chenxuan sneered and stepped forward. He was tall, like a small mountain rushing into the gate, not even putting Zhang Fan, who was blocking the way, in his eyes.

Hum...

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's body lunged forward slightly. A huge force, like a wild bull charging, rose up, forcefully shaking Ming Chenxuan back several steps.

"A cultivator..."

Xiong Qianxing's gaze narrowed, and he struck in an instant. He formed hand seals and gave a light shout, spitting a mouthful of turbid Qi from his mouth.

"Pouring Shen Yinfeng!"

There is a technique in the Yinshan Sect that involves collecting the Yin Qi of corpses into the body, refining it into a mouthful of turbid Qi, and keeping it in the throat. Once spat out, it can pour into the body from the crown of the head. Once the evil wind enters the body, there will inevitably be eight leaks.

The alchemy books record that when the human body is deficient, there will be eight leaks.

For example, eye-tearing liver leak: if the eyes often tear involuntarily, it means there is a problem with the liver. Sleeping and drooling brain leak: if one often drools involuntarily while sleeping, it means there is a problem with the brain. Runny nose lung leak: often having a runny nose means there is a problem with the lungs...

Pouring Shen Yinfeng is an extremely vicious technique. Once hit, the body will have leaks. Those who are weaker might even have flesh festering with pus, eventually rotting to death.

"Be careful." Ming Yunxia's face changed, and she cried out.

Hum...

Just then, Zhang Fan pinched seals with both fingers and pointed lightly. A dark, mixed light shimmered at his fingertips, actually drawing a strange trajectory in the air.

"This is..."

"Daoist Secret Sect, Drawing Talismans in the Void!"

Xiong Qianxing's expression changed drastically, and a look of deep shock emerged in his eyes.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 83 =====