Wuxin Zhenjun and Zixi, with envious eyes all the way, followed the two members into the gate of the Medicine King Pavilion.
The vermilion gate babbled and closed automatically behind them.
Zixi was taken aback, if it weren't for the fact that it was still blue outside, she really thought she had entered a haunted house If it was in modern times, then she would not be surprised, because the automatic doors that opened and closed by herself were all over the street.
With mental preparation, where will be scared.
But in this cultivation realm, it is different, she has not been to the big hall and small hall in the Physiognomy Sect before, and no door is automatically closed, why is this Medicine King Pavilion such a gimmick Inside the door is a hall with two black lacquer counters on the left and right, and the counter is facing the door, with three gilded characters "Yaowang Pavilion".
Looking at this glyph note, it is exactly the same as the uniforms of the two members who led the way, and it seems that a famous celebrity was invited to write it.
When I looked up, on the huge plaque in the middle, it was these three words, and there was a signature in the lower left corner, Zhang Daqian.
Zixi was taken aback, could it be that this well-known calligrapher and painter Zhang Daqian also came here and continued to play his specialties and break out of the world Thinking like this, one of the members stretched out his hand and made a gesture to lead the way towards the small row of boxes on the right: "Two true monarchs, please come here." ” It resembles a modern psychological counseling center, with separate boxes, each of which houses a holy hand and its patients.
So far, all the small boxes were full, and the member led them to the end, and after two more turns, they came to a door.
"The Pavilion Master is already waiting for the two of them inside."
The member bowed, took a few steps back, and walked back.
In the hall, there has always been a member on duty on the left and right sides, who is responsible for related matters on each side.
Because they received an urgent notice just now, the two of them ran out together and invited the two True Monarchs outside in.
Now that the task is completed, it is natural to go back to your job The two of them had just taken a step towards the door when it opened.
Zixi knows that all the doors here are automatic induction doors.
This convenience is convenient, but it is a little less private, she commented in her heart.
She didn't know that the member was standing in front of the door just now, and the three big characters of "Medicine King Pavilion" on his clothes were directly opposite the door, and after comparison, the door could be automatically opened and closed once, which was equivalent to modern body scanning technology, and the Medicine King Pavilion was at best just a text scan on the cloth.
There was a simple table and a few chairs inside the door, and behind the table was a middle-aged man with a clear face, and when he saw the door open, he stood up and greeted him: "Two true monarchs, I've been waiting for a long time." ” His attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, and he did not flatter him because he was the most powerful person in the entire cultivation realm.
In front of the healer, all living beings are equal, whether it is the Yuan Ying Zhenjun or the Qi cultivator, as long as he is sick, he has only one identity when he comes here, and that is the patient.
The purpose of their Medicine King Pavilion is to study all kinds of strange and incurable diseases, if the purpose of this Yuanying True Monarch is only because of some obvious diseases, then it is not as good as the mortals who have fallen to the ground on the street, so that they feel that it is more valuable to study The pavilion master said straight to the point: "Zhenjun is equivalent to the amnesia mentioned in the current mail eai, is there a specific case?"
Wuxin Zhenjun moved his gaze to the only woman on the scene, and the pavilion master also looked over, Zixi suddenly felt pressured: "I, I" Seeing that the other party seemed to have difficulty speaking to himself, the pavilion master snapped his fingers in surprise, and the surrounding environment immediately changed.
Zixi only felt that there was suddenly something more in front of her, and she subconsciously leaned back, only to see that the place where the pavilion master was sitting suddenly became a small dark room.
The little dark room was on her side, and there was a window.
The pavilion master's voice was coming from the small dark room: "Now, you can't see me, I can't see you, in this confined space, there is only yourself."
You can open your heart and say everything you have to say, and I can know how to cure you. ” Zixi realized that she was also in a small dark room at the moment, and the passage from the outside world was only the small window in front of her.
The little black room looked very small, as if her hand would reach the edge as soon as she stretched out, but when she was halfway through the story, she became emotional, and her movements were a little larger, and even when she stood up, she didn't feel that she would touch the edge.
It shows that this is a spatial formation, but it has been slightly modified and turned into a special small black room suitable for the Medicine King Pavilion, which is specially used to relax the patient's emotions.
The Little Black Room is a completely isolated space, both for sight and for the senses.
The reputation of the Medicine King Pavilion is far and wide, because of its special nature of saving people's lives, so its status is very high, and even patients who come here for the first time will unconditionally trust the Holy Hand who meets for the first time.
It's like a small private room in a psychiatric clinic and a priest's confessional, but the nature has changed, and its function is still the same, allowing people to take the initiative to say things that they don't want others to know, and some things they don't even want to face.
After saying everything, Zixi collapsed on the chair, almost more tired than running a marathon, but his heart was comfortable.
As soon as the Pavilion Master came out of the formation, the Wuxin True Monarch who was sitting quietly leaned over and asked, "Pavilion Master, how is she?"
"She has a deep knot."
The pavilion master frowned, looked up at Wuxin Zhenjun, and stopped talking.
The patient's secret, they will keep it secret, but the information confided by this female patient is so bizarre that he doesn't know if he can believe it.
This is the first time he has heard of such an experience, she is not a native of the cultivation realm, nor is she a person from the mortal realm, but comes from a strange interface, where people don't know how to spell, but they can build towering houses and magic weapons that are faster than flying swords, oh, no, that's not called a magic weapon, what is it called, it's right, transportation Wuxin Zhenjun didn't hear what Zixi said inside, but he noticed from the pavilion master's expression that the pavilion master seemed to have found something inconvenient to tell, and immediately said: "I have a Taoist relationship with her, but the pavilion master said that it is okay." ” Jiang is still old and spicy, although he didn't mean to say this, the pavilion master still muttered: "I need to get the patient's consent before I can talk to him." ” Wuxin Zhenjun nodded helplessly, but in his heart, he highly affirmed the medical ethics of this Medicine King Pavilion.
It's no wonder that over the years, the reputation has only risen but not fallen, no wonder the queue outside has been long, and the patients are still willing.
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