Open A Clinic To Cultivate Myself Chapter 120 To Explore The Sword Pavilion Mountain

"What is this place?" Yang Lu looked around, with a surprised look.

Ning Tao replied, "This is Sky Clinic."

Yang Lu walked toward the good-evil tripod, his legs trembling and might fall at any minute. He was in a haze with a dazed look in his eyes, as if he were sleepwalking.

Ning Tao did not go to help him, nor did he introduce the Sky Clinic, but just looked at him quietly. He really admired Yang Lu. It was difficult for a person to be a good man all his life, but he had been a good man for three lives.

Was it fair to him that the acc.u.mulated merits of being a benevolent person of three lives would be eliminated because of this illness?

It was not fair at all, of course.

However, neither Ning Tao nor Yang Lu had a choice.

Heaven was heartless and treated everything as nothing.

"I believe what you say." Yang Lu stopped at the good-evil tripod and a strange smile came over his face.

"I'll tell you the procedure," Ning Tao said. "I will write you a prescription pact, and you will exchange your acc.u.mulated merits of three lives for your health. This tripod will heal you after you sign it. You'll forget everything you've been through in this clinic, even your wife Lu Nan."

Yang Lu shook his head and said, "No, I'm not going to forget my wife, absolutely not. What I want in exchange is not health, but the love between my wife and me, and the promise of a lifetime."

Ning Tao paused slightly. He traded his merits of three lives for a lifetime with Lu Nan. When he loved Lu Nan so much, the deal was not unfair. True love was priceless. How many people in this world had true love? What the Sky Clinic gave him was actually the most precious thing.

"Doctor Ning, please write the prescription pact." Yang Lu looked at Ning Tao, with a firm look in his eyes.

Ning Tao's mouth curved into a smile. He sat down at his desk, took out the prescription pad and began to write the prescription pact.

Yang Lu then signed it.

Ning Tao gave Yang Lu a Fine Primary Elixir and said, "Take it."

Yang Lu put the Fine Primary Elixir in his mouth and swallowed it.

The smoke from the good-evil tripod rushed to Yang Lu...

The silver tray-like moon shone quietly in the night sky. The moonlight was cool and clear, covering everything in the world.

Was the moon of previous life the same as the moon of this life?

No one could answer this question.

Lu Nan walked around the yard, the moonlight throwing her shadow on ground. The roses in the fence scented the air, but she did not seem to smell it, nor to see the intoxicating moonlight. All she thought about was Yang Lu, her husband.

"Why don't they come out? Why are they so quiet..." She said to herself.

At that moment, the door suddenly opened, and Ning Tao came out of the room, carrying his medicine chest.

Surprised, Lu Nan asked, "Doctor Ning, have you finished the operation?"

She thought it was too slow just now, but when she saw Ning Tao, she thought it was too fast. How could such a serious disease be cured in such a short time?

Ning Tao replied, "Yes, the operations finished. Go in and see your husband. He is still in a trance, and it would take him some time to wake up..."

Before his words were finished, Lu Nan rushed into the room.

Ning Tao smiled, shook his head, and walked toward the gate with his medicine chest.

Lu Nan suddenly ran out again, shouting, "Thank you, Doctor Ning!"

Ning Tao beamed and replied, "You're welcome. That's what I should do. If your husband wakes up and doesn't remember you, you play him the video we recorded. Give him some time, and he will remember you."

"I know!" Lu Nan said, and ran back inside.

After leaving Lu Nan's home, Ning Tao did not walk to the entrance of the Sword Pavilion Village, but to the hillside at the end of the village.

He would climb the top of Sword Pavilion Mountain this night and explore the mountain's secrets.

Ring, ring...

He had just left the end of the village and was climbing up the mountain when his mobile phone rang.

Ning Tao took out his phone, cast a look at it, and tapped the answer b.u.t.ton. Before he could speak, Qing Zhui's voice came from the phone.

"Brother Ning, are you in the clinic?"

"No, I'm in the Sword Pavilion Mountain."

"What are you doing in the Sword Pavilion Mountain so late at night?"

"There is spiritual soil on this mountain. By the way, have you heard of Xuan Tianzi?"

"No, my sister probably knows."

"I'll talk to you when I get back. What are you calling me for?"

"I'm almost done with my skin, just a little bit left, but I'm sore all over, and I'd like you to give me a ma.s.sage. Since you're out there, forget it. It's killing me."

Ning Tao was speechless.

"When are you coming back?"

"I don't know."

"Then I'll wait for you, and you come back soon. Ouch, it hurts so much..."

Ning Tao gave a wry smile. Then he hung up and continued climbing up the mountain. The trail was soon behind him, and the stone forest came into view again. He had left a blood lock here, so he could go back to the Sky Clinic in a few seconds with the convenient door, and then go to Qing Zhui's house to ma.s.sage her, but the moment the idea popped into his mind, he wiped it out. Then he continued to climb to the top of the mountain.

There was no road behind the stone forest, and the primeval forest was dark. The night wind rustled the tree canopies. There were insects chirping in the gra.s.s, sounding weird. He wouldn't have dared to climb a mountain like this in the middle of the night before, but he had no fear about this now.

Through the woods, climbing the mountain, Ning Tao came to the top of the Sword Pavilion Mountain nearly two hours later.

A mist hung over the top of the mountain and the visibility range was only a few meters. Although it was summer now, because of the alt.i.tude, the temperature on the top of the mountain had plummeted, and there was frost in some places. Ning Tao, in his undershirt and shorts, felt a little cold, but only got used to the temperature after running his spiritual power.

All the ink in the Soil-seeking Inkstone surged toward a scale.

Ning Tao carried the Soil-seeking Inkstone in his hands and carefully moved forward in the direction indicated by the inkstone. Finally, he came to the cliff edge. There was an empty void ahead with mist, and a bottomless abyss below.

"There's nothing here. Is something wrong?" Ning Tao wondered.

At this time, the ripples in the Soil-seeking Inkstone gathered to the middle, all the ripples sinking like a waterfall.

The secret here was under the cliff!

Ning Tao was thrilled. He looked down the cliff, but all he could see was white fog and sheer cliff. The cliff was wet and slippery. He frowned, because even a professional climber would not dare to climb such a cliff with his bare hands, not to mention him.

Ning Tao stepped back, chose a rock, and then bit his right index finger and drew a blood lock on the rock. He used the key of the clinic to open the blood lock and went back to the Sky Clinic. It took him a long time to find a rope and an iron hook in a dark corner under one shelf.

This clinic should have trapped a lot of people. Chen Pingdao had escaped, but the clinic owners who failed to escape should have died long ago. This rope should be a medicine collecting tool left by one of the owners, just like the delicate perfumed tripod and the rotten broken tripod. It was like a revolutionary legacy.

Getting the tools, Ning Tao wanted to ask Qing Zhui for help, but he gave up the idea when he remembered that she was still peeling and probably not wearing clothes. Then he returned to the summit of the Sword Pavilion Mountain, with the rope and hook, his medicine knife, and his little medicine chest through the convenient door.

When he got to the cliff, Ning Tao undid the rope. The rope, as thick as a ring finger, was bluish gray and about 30 meters long when stretched. It was not hemp or nylon, and it was like some kind of plant fiber in terms of texture and appearance. Ning Tao stretched it hard and found it to be extremely resilient and capable of bearing heavy loads.

He plunged the hook into the rock peak, tied the other end of the rope around his waist, and held on to it as he slipped cautiously down.

The cliff was gusty, steep and slippery. As the wind pa.s.sed over his body, the white mist changed like a sea of clouds. No wonder the people of the Sword Pavilion Village couldn't find Xuan Tianzi's things. No one would come to a place like this, after all.

The rope was only 30 meters or so, but Ning Tao slipped at least 50 meters to reach its end. It was stretched by its tension and Ning Tao's weight, but 50 meters was not long enough. When he took out the Soil-seeking Inkstone, the inkstone still pointed downward.

Ning Tao was depressed. He worked for a long time but ended up hanging from the cliff. He complained, "Xuan Tianzi, Xuan Tianzi, are you crazy? It's okay to build your cave on a cliff, but why did you build it below? Where can I find such a long rope?"

Grumbling, he continued to hang in the air.

After resting for a few minutes, Ning Tao finally gave up the idea of untying the rope and climbing down with his bare hands. He poured spiritual power into his arms and grabbed the rope to climb up. The moment he released his spiritual power to his arms, the common looking, gray and green rope unleashed hazy blue spiritual energy, with mysterious runes sparkling on the surface!

It was a magic tool!

There was really nothing ordinary in the Sky Clinic. The rope which was used to collect medicine and thrown to a corner was a magic tool. However, it was quite normal. After all, the previous owners of the Sky Clinic were all cultivating doctors, so would a cultivating doctor's rope be ordinary?

Ning Tao was so excited that instead of climbing up, he tried to go down.

A miracle happened. Each time he let go of the rope, the rope, already stretched to its limit, lengthened, as if it were infinitely long. In this case, he figured that if he slipped down an iron hook to slide down from the top Mount Everest, he could also slide down to the foot of the mountain.

Another 50 meters pa.s.sed. A cave appeared in front of Ning Tao. The cave opening was small, no traces of artificial carving, looking like a natural crack. The cave inside was dark and invisible.

The ink ripples in the Soil-seeking Inkstone surged to the direction of the cave.

Ning Tao stepped into the cave, unfastened the rope around his waist, took out his phone and activated the flashlight. When the light shone, his face became grave.