Liu Xiaolou left the east side hall and came to the main hall. He climbed up on the eaves and searched on several beams and pillars under the eaves. Sure enough, he found the key to the main hall.
Opening the main hall, you are faced with the statue of a statue that is about 10 feet tall. This statue is wearing a high crown and looking down at Liu Xiaolou. Liu Xiaolou once again fell into a deep trance.
Looking at the couplets on the left and right again, it reads: Retribution is like a resounding sound, and God will never bring disaster indiscriminately; if you cultivate yourself out of fear, people will have a prolongable life.
The horizontal inscription on the plaque reads: Zhuyoudongwei.
Liu Xiaolou seemed to understand. After thinking about it for a while, he was confused and couldn't explain why.
After walking around the statue, I found that the main hall was very simple, with nothing else except the statue, an altar table and a few futons.
Liu Xiaolou searched behind the statue and under the altar table, but didn't see anything good, so he closed the door and left, opening the west wing in the same way.
There are only two rooms in the west wing, and the large one occupies two-thirds of the space. It has a stove, a sideboard, firewood, a rice vat, and a wooden barrel. A bunch of smoked bacon is hung on the wall, and there are also piles of smoked bacon. With some brooms, barrels and other sundries.
The other small bedroom was a bedroom with a small bed and an empty cabinet against the wall. Liu Xiaolou guessed that it was where the servants lived. This house was covered with a thick layer of dust, and it was obvious that no one had lived in it for a long time.
From this point of view, the seriously injured handsome man should be the owner of the Taoist temple, Xing Dejun.
Returning to the East Side Hall, the Beautiful Bearded Master was still in a drowsy state, except for coughing from time to time.
Liu Xiaolou entered the room on the right. There were several shelves set up against the wall, displaying large and small stoves, various knives, strange-shaped pieces of wood, and ores of different colors.
There was a stove in the center, with a round copper cover at the bottom, flush with the ground. When he pried up the copper cover, a fire hole suddenly appeared underneath, and the heat wave that hit him almost set Liu Xiaolou's eyebrows and hair on fire.
The copper cover is one inch thick and has the ability to isolate fire. There are four characters engraved on the bottom - Nine Stars Earth Fire.
Is this the rumored fire in the crypt that can refine elixirs and weapons?
Liu Xiaolou approached the cave curiously, trying to explore the nine-star underground fire. He thought about how the underground fire rose from the bottom of the mountain and went straight to the top of the mountain. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure it out. He put the copper cover up again and covered it. The fire hole.
Be it the stove, the knives, or the wood, they were all ordinary things without any spiritual power. As for the ores with different colors, Liu Xiaolou didn't recognize any of them and didn't notice anything supernatural about them. He couldn't help but wonder. Feeling disappointed.
This weapon refiner is also a poor man. All he has is the pile of odds and ends beside his pillow. He is not as good as himself. It seems that he is not doing well, which shows that his weapon refinement ability is limited.
After all, it was Wei Hongqing who introduced him. He thought that refining a simple array disk should be something he could do. Liu Xiaolou decided to help Xing Dejun and spend a few days taking care of him until he recovered from his injuries. When refining a formation disk for yourself, you should be embarrassed to accept the money with a shameful face, right?
After making up his mind, Liu Xiaolou stopped wandering around, came to the bedside of the beautiful bearded man, and called: "Xing Dejun? Senior Xing Dejun?"
The handsome man was awakened by him in a daze. He hummed, closed his eyelids again, and murmured: "Water...water..."
Liu Xiaolou woke him up to confirm whether he was Xing Dejun. After getting his reply and confirming his identity, he began to rescue.
I brought a bowl of water over and gave it to him first, and then I checked the pulse on his wrist. It seemed a little calmer than when he was in the wind and snow just now, but when I tried to deeply explore his heart and lung meridians, I felt The powerful real energy counterattack force caused his own real energy to surge.
Is he at least above the eighth level of Qi refining? Liu Xiaolou was in awe.
The true energy has the power to fight back, which means that although the injury is serious, it is not fatal, and it only needs to be adjusted slowly.
When I came to the west wing, I took rice from the rice vat, washed it, made a fire, added water to make porridge, and cooked a thick pot. He took a bowl of rice soup from above, came over to help Xing Dejun, and drank it for him.
Back in the kitchen, I sliced half of the bacon off the wall, put it in a wooden bowl and steamed it in a pot. When I opened the pot lid, the meat was so fragrant that I moved my index fingers.
After eating the most delicious meal since going up the mountain, Liu Xiaolou continued to practice, but this time the place of practice was no longer under the eaves, but moved into the refining room in a grand manner.
It snowed heavily all night and finally stopped at midnight the next day. Liu Xiaolou pushed open the door and went to the cliff to look at the mountains.
Countless mountains are covered with white snow, glowing with golden light in the morning glow, which is really beautiful.
In the next few days, Liu Xiaolou continued to take care of Xing Dejun, adding some oil to the rice soup he drank, and then gradually added rice porridge, wild vegetables, and chopped bacon.
The only worry was helping Mr. Xing De to defecate. He was carrying the toilet, helping him to stand up, and shushing him. He was very busy.
On the evening of the third day, I even helped Mr. Xing De untie a large piece of paper. I went to the shelf in the refining room and hurriedly tore two pages of yellow paper and packed them up for him with my own hands.
After Liu Xiaolou helped him lie down, he couldn't help but mutter: "Xing Dejun, senior, this junior didn't serve the teacher to this extent back then. You have to be grateful. Get better soon and repay him generously!"
Mr. Xing De was snoring gradually. He was sleeping very soundly, but he didn't seem to hear it.
Shaking his head, Liu Xiaolou returned to his room and continued to practice. At midnight, he felt that the Quchi acupoint was a little loose. He suppressed the joy in his heart and was about to accumulate his true energy and increase the force of the impact when he suddenly felt something strange. When he opened his eyes, he saw a figure leaning against the door under the dim light. It was Mr. Xing De.
Blinking his eyes, Liu Xiaolou couldn't help but said happily: "Senior, are you awake?"
Xing Dejun stared at Liu Xiaolou for a moment and asked, "Boy, who are you?"
Liu Xiaolou said: "Senior, don't you remember? You were injured and fell on the mountain road. I helped you back up."
Xing Dejun said: "I know...I am asking, who are you?"
Liu Xiaolou said: "This junior admires the reputation of my senior for refining weapons, so I came here to see you just to get a formation disk."
Xing Dejun waved his hand: "You go!"
Liu Xiaolou was speechless: "..."
Xing Dejun urged: "Let's go!"
Liu Xiaolou blinked: "No... Senior, you are injured! Junior is here to take care of you!"
Xing Dejun said coldly: "No need!"
Liu Xiaolou was angry: "Without me, you would have died! I saved your life. Is this how you thank me? Huh?"
Lord Xingde threw a small robe over: "These gold, jade and spiritual stones are for you, you go!"
Liu Xiaolou was furious: "Who are you looking down on? Master, am I here for this little thing? How many spiritual stones and taels of gold is your life worth?"
Mr. Xing De was very impatient and wanted to say something, but suddenly he coughed so hard that he couldn't stop and bent down.
Liu Xiaolou sneered: "Damn it, you're a loser! You old guy who doesn't know etiquette, I came from Wulong Mountain and I know what it means to repay a favor with a drop of water from someone, but you old guy doesn't know that, so shameless present......"
After cursing and cursing, he saw that Mr. Xing De couldn't hold on anymore and was already lying on the ground coughing, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth again. Then he stopped cursing angrily, went over to lift Mr. Xing De, and threw him back on the bed.
Mr. Xing Dejun finally stopped coughing and gasped: "Heart Nourishing Pill...Buy the Heart Nourishing Pill..."
