Chen Yang hesitated for a moment and did not answer.

The old monk said softly again, "Who will come to you two this time?"

"Master, I have failed. This time he is here."

Sun Churou said.

The old monk took a sip of tea and said, "What are you here for, donor?"

The old monk asked this question again.

Chen Yang glanced at Sun Churou. Originally, Chen Yang thought that he came to benefit mankind and save the world.

Don’t all monks who have attained enlightenment like to listen to this?

But Sun Churou caught him and Chen Yang found something was wrong.

Chen Yang thought for a while, and he simply replied, "Why didn't I come here, it was Senior Shangguan who asked me to come here."

Chen Yang thought about it, saying that if he came for Qingnang Book, he would be too purposeful.

Anyway, Chen Yang didn't care. He said whatever he thought of.

"Where is the donor Shangguan?" the old monk asked again.

"Dead."

Chen Yang replied.

"Amitabha~"

The old monk answered the Buddha's name.

Chen Yang was surprised. Shouldn’t he know this answer from Sun Churou?

Chen Yang was still thinking, and the old monk raised his hand and placed it in front of Chen Yang.

"Shangguan donor asked you to come over. You should know his fire needle." The old monk said, "You can apply a few needles to me first."

Chen Yang also felt that it was understandable when the old monk said this.

After all, Shangguan Zhengyang’s Gregorian calendar is a fire needle.

In order to verify it, the old monk asked himself to use the fire needle, which was strange.

Chen Yang took out the silver needle and he said to the old monk, "Master, I'm here."

"Amitabha~"

The old monk replied softly.

Chen Yang pinched the silver needle, and soon he applied a few needles on the old monk's arm.

Chen Yang applied a few needles and he stopped.

After pausing for a while, Chen Yang took back the silver needle.

"Master, offended."

"Amitabha~" the old monk said as if he had entered into meditation.

"Donor, I actually understand medical skills. I wonder if you are interested in competing with me?"

When Chen Yang heard the old monk's words, a smile appeared on his face and finally came to the show.

"certainly."

Chen Yang replied.

"Then donor, come with me."

The old monk stood up and said to Chen Yang.

The old monk walked forward without any lights.

The little monk next to him took the kerosene lamp to lead the way for Chen Yang and Sun Churou.

Soon the old monk took Chen Yang and the others to a small room.

When he entered the small room, Chen Yang smelled a strong smell of Chinese medicine.

It seems that the old monk is also a master of traditional Chinese medicine.

"Master, what are we going to compete?"

Chen Yang asked.

"Put the needle." The old monk replied.

"A needle?"

Chen Yang was stunned for a moment.

The old monk is a blind monk, is he competing with himself for a needle?

His request made Chen Yang a little surprised.

"Yeah." The old monk responded, and pointed to the front and said, "Do you see what's ahead?"

The old monk pointed at him, and Chen Yang looked up and saw that it was pitch black and he could not see anything.

At this moment, the little monk was holding the kerosene lamp and moving forward.

At this moment, Chen Yang saw clearly that there were two acupuncture bronze men in the room.

Chen Yang's eyes were a little surprised when he saw two acupuncture bronze men. After all, the real acupuncture bronze men are definitely a national treasure-level existence for China.

The old monk has two here, I wonder if it is true.

However, when Chen Yang approached and looked at it, he found that these two were just imitations.

It's not a bronze man, but a wood. It's just a golden color on the oil. However, every acupoint can still be clearly and accurately marked.

"Master, is this something we want to compete with?"

Chen Yang asked.

"Well, you can observe for ten minutes first. Then, we will compare in the darkness. In five minutes, who will have the most needles to be the most accurate," said the old monk.

As the old monk said this, Chen Yang finally understood why he had to see him in the middle of the night.

During the day, there is no way to be completely lost.

It was midnight, and it was pitch black everywhere, and I could compete with myself for a blind needle.

Such a contest has extremely high requirements for speed and accuracy.

"You lost here?"

Chen Yang said to Sun Churou who was approaching.

Sun Churou nodded and said, "Well, the master's acupuncture method is so serious."

"How many needles have you lost?"

Chen Yang asked.

"It's more than thirty needles." Sun Churou replied, "So you should figure it out quickly. The master's strength should not be underestimated."

"Yeah." Chen Yang nodded.

Sun Churou said this, which means that the old monk is a master.

"Donor, let's give you the light."

The little monk handed the kerosene lamp to Chen Yang at this time.

"Thanks."

Chen Yang took the kerosene lamp.

Carrying the kerosene lamp, Chen Yang quickly browsed.

In fact, things like acupoints are the same.

What Chen Yang is now familiar with is the height and various acupoints of this wooden man, and where is the approximate position.

Chen Yang looked at it for a while.

The old monk seemed to be holding the time too, so he said lightly, "Time is here."

"lamp."

The little monk also said to Chen Yang.

Chen Yang handed the kerosene lamp back.

The little monk took the light, and he pulled a table next to him, and then said to Chen Yang, "There are all silver needles here. You can get it yourself later."

"Yeah." Chen Yang nodded.

"Chen Yang, are you sure?"

Sun Churou asked.
To be continued...