"Since the donor has agreed to the poor monk's conditions, it is getting late today, and the poor monk will not delay the donor's rest. ”

Monk Wuxiang said, nodded to a young monk on the side, and said, "Senior Brother Wuwei, please prepare two meditation rooms for these three donors to rest." Let them have a good night's rest, and tomorrow they can concentrate on competing with me. ”

"Wuwei obeys the orders of the senior brother!" The young monk on the side is a monk who knows the guests, and usually arranges guest accommodation. After listening to the instructions of the monk Wuxiang, he led Yang Yunfan, Ye Qingxue, and Jiang Xiaoya to the meditation room not far away.

It is a few hundred meters away from the monks' meditation room, on the other side of the mirror lake, and is dedicated to entertaining guests.

What the monk meant just now was to let them rest well and come to the competition tomorrow, so as not to make excuses after losing.

Thinking of this, Monk Wuwei felt that Senior Brother Wuxiang must be in his hands, and he was very sure, and he didn't mind Jiang Xiaoya's arrogant posture just now. Forgiving the loser is the only way to reflect the demeanor of the strong.

"A few donors, please come here. On the way, the poor monk will introduce you to all kinds of treasures left by me in Kinkakuji Temple for thousands of years. Oh, this is a pagoda, which commemorates the third generation of my temple...... The clear spring under the mountain corridor and the tea room are the places where Ashikaga Yoshimitsu-sama used to make tea, and they are very popular with tourists. ”

Monk Wuwei's every move was very in line with the practice of the children of famous families, and he didn't seem to be annoyed by Jiang Xiaoya's powerlessness just now, but introduced the places of interest in the temple to Yang Yunfan and others one by one, like a hospitable friend.

This made Jiang Xiaoya very strange.

After the monk left, she said with suspicion: "Brother Yang, is this monk of the Golden Pavilion Temple suffering from masochism? I obviously beat someone, why did the monk just now introduce the places of interest in this temple with a smile and groan, and asked us what time to eat breakfast and what we like to eat? I really don't understand." ”

"It's easy!"

Ye Qingxue heard this, and looking at the situation just now, she had already guessed something, and said with a slight smile: "They think they have won." ”

"Won't he want to compare his medical skills with me? I have Brother Yang's help, how can he still win? Could it be that the monk's medical skills can be more powerful than Brother Yang?" Jiang Xiaoya blinked, and his beautiful face became even more puzzled.

Although most of the people in the practice have some understanding of medical skills, this understanding is limited to the meridians and acupuncture points. As for things like medicinal herbs, it's more advanced. Even in Kunlun Mountain, it is those elders who love alchemy and pharmaceuticals who will study these tirelessly.

Most of the young disciples are still interested in magic, swordsmanship, or something.

Of course, they also learned some refining weapons, formations, and so on. It's far from proficient.

And medical skills are endless. Because the more you cultivate, the more you will discover the magnificence and mystery of life. It seems to change all the time, and everyone has different food, different living habits, different physical conditions, and the same medicine, encountering two patients with the same symptoms, may also be unable to heal people.

In short, although Jiang Xiaoya also knew a little about medical skills, after continuing to study for a while, he became dizzy and felt that he was not this material.

Most of the brothers on Kunlun Mountain are also in this situation. Therefore, after coming down the mountain, she heard about Yang Yunfan's age and cultivation, and admired him so much for his achievements in medical skills.

How smart and patient must this be to study medicine to this extent?

Therefore, what kind of phaseless monk is, although it looks very powerful, Jiang Xiaoya will never believe that he can be more powerful than Yang Yunfan?

"I think that phaseless monk seems to be quite powerful. His cultivation is also very powerful, and I can't feel his depth. As for the medical skills, just looking at it, you can't see the strength or weakness. Well, all in all, it should be a formidable enemy. I didn't expect to meet such a powerful monk when I came to the country, which made me a little interested. ”

Although Yang Yunfan said that the other party was powerful or something, there was no worry in his tone, but he was a little interested, and it was rare to meet someone in the same way. There are not many cultivators who study ordinary medical techniques, but there are more people who study alchemy and medicine.

"Brother Yang, then you should rest early! Tomorrow, I will rely on you! I know very well how my medical skills are. It can also cure a cold, bruise or something, and it is estimated that it is far from the opponent of the monk. Jiang Xiaoya didn't expect that there was such a monk in the Golden Pavilion Temple.

No wonder that the withered leaf Zen master, as well as a bunch of other great monks, directly threw down the huge temple and went to Hokkaido to communicate.

The indifference, but the breath of this unmoved monk, is very much like the elder brother of their Kunlun sect! The senior brother treats people and things with such modesty and courtesy. And this humility comes from its own strong strength.

Similarly, there is also this Brother Yang beside him, who is always unhurried. But it seems that everything is under his control.

"You also rest early. I'll just remind you a few words at most, after all, this is your first battle down the mountain, and it's better to do it yourself. After smiling slightly, Yang Yunfan patted Jiang Xiaoya's shoulder and asked her to go to rest early.

"Yes, I won't embarrass Master!" the girl nodded solemnly, with a determined expression!

Immediately, she pushed open a sliding door, entered the meditation room, and said outside: "Brother Yang, Sister Ye, good night." ”

After the girl left, Ye Qingxue smiled and said, "Xiaoya doesn't seem to be the opponent of that monk, if you can help tomorrow, just help it." ”

Yang Yunfan put away his smile, looked around, and said: "In the past, the Japanese invaded China, sent troops, and collected Chinese medicine prescriptions from me everywhere. Today's medical skills of the Japanese Kingdom are based on Chinese traditional Chinese medicine. How could I let this monk of the Golden Pavilion Temple win over my Huaxia medical skills?"

Jiang Xiaoya's competition with the monk Wuxiang not only involves the exchange between the two sects, but also the dispute between the two countries.

"When you say that, I'm relieved. Seeing Yang Yunfan's awe-inspiring expression, Ye Qingxue knew that he had already had a plan in his heart.

I thought that Yang Yunfan would think that it was inappropriate to rashly meddle in the competition between the Kunlun faction and the Golden Pavilion Temple, but Yang Yunfan said that the country was honored and disgraced, and he was not a rigid person, and when the time came, he would definitely help.

I just don't know, can the medical skills of that phaseless monk cause a little difficulty to Yang Yunfan? Even a little bit is good.

At this time, Ye Qingxue actually had some small expectations.

In fact, Yang Yunfan is too invincible in terms of medical skills.

Invincible, it's really lonely. Even Ye Qingxue, who is his wife, feels a little bored.