Chapter Fifty-two: Healing Cold Pulse

  Ling's complexion seemed to have gained a few shades of rosiness, no longer looking as sickly as before. As if following the wind, he slightly closed his eyes and carefully circulated his breath. The wind had only helped him unblock his meridians, but was powerless against the damaged areas, which still required him to self-regulate. Thus, Ling could only slowly circulate his energy.

  After a while, he slowly opened his eyes. A faint smile also appeared on his face, "Not bad, indeed there is no major problem now."

  Following the wind only smiled slightly and didn't respond, instead looking at Liang Ze's hand holding the sarira, saying: "Can you practice Iron Shirt through this?"

  Liang Zei nodded and handed over the sarira, "Indeed it is so, you can just remember the route of the line. Who would have thought that Shaolin would actually engrave the ultimate divine skill on the sarira of a high monk? If I had known earlier, I would have stolen a few more."

  "Want to steal a few more?" Even Lian Ling was amused by Liang Ze's shameless joke. Each sarira is stored in a separate pagoda, and stealing one of them would be a narrow escape from death, let alone several.

  Liáng Stole a smile, smiled and said: "After you finish reading it, give it to Líng Dàgē. When practicing, the energy is released outwardly, it's Iron Cloth Shirt; when the energy is retracted inwardly, it's Golden Bell Cover. The three of us have all learned this skill, in the future when traveling through Jianghu, we'll have an extra trick up our sleeves."

  As the wind carefully looked at the sarira in his hand, it faintly emitted a warm and peaceful feeling, indeed worthy of being the essence of a high monk's body after nirvana. The wind didn't think so much, hastily turning the sarira in his hand several times, and the various meridian diagrams carved on its surface were firmly remembered by him.

  "Ling, when are you going to cure Yue Xi's illness?" Xun Feng handed over the sarira and asked casually.

  Furrowing his brow, he looked somewhat disheartened. "At most, it'll take a few more days. Once I've recovered from my internal injuries, I'll be fine. Although this sarira is a sacred object of the Buddhist faith, it's also the culmination of a master's lifelong efforts. Without someone to guide its power with their inner energy, it probably can't fully exert its effects. If we can't cure him this time, our entire operation will have been for nothing."

  "Liang Ge, can't you guide Yue Xi instead?" Feng Hua asked, her face showing some curiosity.

  Liang Ze's smile shook his head, "Brother Ling's skill is far superior to mine, and it would be more stable for him to take action personally. Moreover, the guiding medicine power is the most test of skill, naturally the deeper the better."

  He nodded slightly and said he was a bit tired, then walked out.

  Outside is a vast expanse of clear sky, these wooden houses are built at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, overlooking the boundless blue sky above and connecting with the majestic energy of the earth below, it is absolutely a place where good fortune arrives. The evening breeze gently sends, shuttling through the forest, a rustling sound echoes, above the head is a vast starry sky, the bright moon is half-hidden, colorful clouds chase after the moon.

  Under the tree outside, a young man stood with his head raised, gazing at the rare moonlight in the mountains. His eyes were calm and serene, as if there was nothing else in the world but the moonlight.

  The moonlight I've been gazing at for a long time still can't dispel the unease and doubt in my heart. Why do Ling's lightness skill and Liang Stealer's Cloud Step look so alike?

  Besides, does the Murong family know where the Dragon Ascending Platform is? Is the Yin Yang Jade Pendant still on Bi Huan's body? If it is, does she know the importance of this jade pendant? Has she given it to Murong Yu? What about the road ahead, what should be done after curing Yue Xi?

  This string of questions, couldn't find an answer to any of them. He stood in the wind for a while before returning to his room.

  They settled down at the foot of the mountain, without hiding or escaping, seemingly not worried about being discovered by the Shaolin monks. Every day, many low-ranking disciples of Shaolin would pass in front of their house carrying wooden buckets with pointed bottoms to fetch water from the mountain, and even a few young monks asked them for water to drink.

  These days, Ling has been bedridden with injuries, and Yuexi has also been resting quietly. Front and back are all taken care of by Liang Ze'er. Su Feng sits every day to watch the clouds and flowing water, thinking about things, practicing internal skills, just like when he was at Mu Rong's house in Qiantang before, only now he is no longer under someone else's roof, nor does he need to worry about rushing on his journey.

  The sun was already near the middle of the sky, and after these days of recuperation, Ling's internal injuries had recovered seven or eight tenths. There were still some external injuries left, but Ling couldn't wait any longer. He called both Liang Ze and Sui Feng into the house to help him with his defense.

  Yue Xi, who was lying in bed, had regained her rosy complexion a few days ago due to the effect of snow ginseng, but it had turned pale again. Her eyes were half-closed and half-open, looking weak and lifeless, with cold sweat all over her forehead, and it seemed that one could feel a chill just by approaching the bedside. It was worrying that if she fell asleep like this, she might never wake up again.

  Ling took out the sarira from his sleeve, and it seemed to be stimulated by the cold air around Ling Yue's body. The light emitted by the sarira was much stronger than before. A warm aura emanated from the pale golden halo, just like the winter sun.

  Seeing this scene, Ling's confidence grew a few more points, and even his face revealed a rare smile.

  Yuè Xī struggled to lift her head, looking at the ?arīra in Líng's hand that was emitting light. She choked back tears, "Líng Gēgē, you actually went to steal the ?arīra for me... Yuè Xī... I really don't know what to say." As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears and two streams of clear tears flowed down her pale face.

  Ling Man gazed at Yue Xi with a gentle expression, "Silly girl, I've stolen countless treasures before, do I care about this one? Besides, you're my only sister. You go first, I'll feed it to you."

  As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and helped Yuesi up from the bed. He turned his head to glance at Liang Tou'er and Sui Feng, saying: "This time is not trivial, I must concentrate on my cultivation and cannot be distracted. If anything happens outside, please take care of it for me." In Ling's usually calm and tranquil eyes, a rare hint of pleading appeared today.

  Liang Ze nodded heavily, "Brother Ling, you can rest assured." Su Feng also sighed at their brotherly love, and only nodded his head, unable to speak.

  "Come on, open your mouth." The short sentence is full of brotherly love for his sister.

  Although she was a little afraid of the thing that shone with golden light, seeing Ling's eyes full of expectation, Yue Xi suddenly felt a surge of courage in her heart, and with one movement, she swallowed the sarira between Ling's fingers.

  Sarira, the essence of a high monk's power, is not something that can be consumed like an ordinary supplement. As soon as the sarira entered his belly, Ling hurriedly turned Moye around and sat down behind her back with his shoes off.

  "Xiao Xi, do you still remember the internal skill that your brother taught you?" Ling's hands were already pressed against her back.

  The moon was setting and it wasn't clear what was going on, but he still nodded slightly.

  "You just follow my instructions to operate the skill, and I'll guide you from behind, guiding you to release the yang energy inside the relic." Ling had only just recovered from his internal injury, but he didn't care, took a deep breath, and slowly transmitted his own inner breath into Yue Xi's body through his palm.

  Yuè Xī also closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing bit by bit according to Líng's words.

  It was unclear whether it was due to Ling's profound internal strength or the extraordinary relics of this godly monk, but before long, a faint golden glow appeared on Yue Xi's skin. Yue Xi was originally extremely beautiful, and with this golden light, she became even more holy, filling the entire room with a warm atmosphere.

  The cold air that was suppressed by the golden light suddenly doubled in intensity, and in an instant, it pressed down the golden Buddha light again, turning into a chilling cold air.

  The body of Yuè Xī in Yun Gong was trembling due to the cold air, even Líng's deep power couldn't help but furrow his brow.

  Looking at Liang Ze's calm face, Su Feng also patiently endured, thinking that it was just because the power of the relic had not been released yet and would be fine after a while. But as they waited, the chill on Yue Xi's body became increasingly intense, even seeming to frost Ling's eyebrows with a hint of cold dew.

  Now, Yue's body is like an ice cave sealed by cold air, and the relics she took before are like a fire lit in the ice cave. Ling wants to use this fire to melt the sealed ice cave, but I'm afraid the final result will not be the melting of the ice cave, but because of the existence of the fire, the heat expansion inside will eventually blow up the entire ice cave.

  The temple under the moonlight is as dangerous as a gun about to go off! The danger has reached an unbearable level.

  Suddenly, Ling's face rapidly turned bright red, and his forehead seemed to emit waves of heat, with threads of sweat dripping down. Next, he saw his body violently shake, and a thread of fresh blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Even so, he still gritted his teeth, refusing to give up.

  "Yin and yang are combined to give birth to the universe." Looking at the two of them, one cold and one hot, I suddenly thought of the scene when I was treating Ling's injury earlier, and casually said this sentence.

  Ling seemed to be greatly inspired. His eyes, which had been closed, suddenly flashed open, as if a brilliant light had passed through them in an instant. Moreover, his entire demeanor changed in an instant, from being as heavy and majestic as a mountain, to becoming as gentle and warm as a spring breeze. His face, which had been bright red earlier, also gradually returned to normal.

  Time passed minute by minute, and they stood quietly beside her. At this moment, Moon Evening was motionless, her skin originally extremely pale, plus she had no blood color, the cold air was heavy, just like a beautiful ice sculpture.

  To thoroughly cure Yue Xi's Cold Pulse Syndrome is different from driving out the cold, and it's not just a matter of removing the cold air from her meridians to be done with it. The reason why Cold Pulse appears in the first place is because of the imbalance of yin and yang. To root out the problem, one must manually readjust the flow of yin and yang within her body, which is also the most crucial and difficult part.

  Watching them with the wind, I don't know why they are tense, their hands clenched tightly together.

  "Don't worry, nothing will happen." Liang Ze seemed very confident, without a hint of concern on his face.

  Suī fēng yě shēn zhī líng de gōng lì shēn hòu, jiā shàng shǎo lín shè lì shén qí, xiǎng lái yīng gāi yě bù huì yǒu shén me wèn tí. Guǒ rán, líng liǎn sè de shén sè yòu shū zhǎn le jǐ fēn, yuè xī tǐ biǎo de hán qì yě jiàn jiàn dì xiāo tuì, zhěng gè rén de pí sè yě suí zhi yǒu le jǐ fēn hóng rùn, zài bú shì zhī qián bái ruò bīng shuāng de yàng zi le.

  Every subtle change is visible to the eye, just like an ice sculpture of a beauty gradually gaining vitality and coming back to life.

  Although the situation is good, Ling still dares not to be careless, and gradually warms up the meridians in Yue Xi's body that were frozen by the cold air with the Buddha's breath emitted from the sarira, driving it bit by bit. Only when these meridians are completely melted can the vital energy flow through them, and only then can Yue Xi truly recover.

  An hour's time passed in the tense and slightly joyful atmosphere of following the wind.

  Ling Xing's efforts had finally come to an end, and the eyebrows that had been furrowed between her eyes until now finally relaxed, and her face was filled with a rosy glow. With the wind, it seemed as if she could hear the sound of the stone in her heart falling to the ground.

  Slowly withdrawing his power, a rare smile appeared on his usually cold face, "It's finally done"

  He had barely finished speaking when suddenly "HUM" a strange change occurred!

  Three people were caught off guard and stood there in a daze.