There were people refining medicine in Cangyue Pavilion every day, so it was more convenient to light a fire or something. Soon the young monks had a warm stove in front of them.
The hot firelight combined with the young monks' own infuriating energy quickly dried the moisture on their bodies.
At the same time, the warming medicinal tea prepared by Aunt Feng was also served.
"Come on, little masters, drink some medicinal tea to warm up!"
Changyue poured a cup of tea for each of the three people.
Gudong~gudong~
The little monk picked up the medicinal tea and took a sip, then his whole little face wrinkled together.
"Hiha~hisha~~ It's too painful!"
he said, sticking out his tongue.
Chang Yue said helplessly: "You drank it too fast. This is medicinal tea after all. Drinking it little by little will make it less bitter and will bring you sweetness."
Yuantong and Yuanhai held warm teacups and sipped them slowly. As the female donor said, although it had a slightly bitter taste, it actually had a different taste.
"Would you like another drink?" Changyue looked at the little monk and asked.
After drinking the herbal tea, the little monk felt that the chill in his body had been dispelled, so he put the tea cup in front of Chang Yue with a bitter look on his face, "Well, let's have another cup."
So Changyue poured him another glass. This time he was not as reckless as before, and drank it in small sips. His little face was flushed by the fire, and he was so cute.
"By the way, the three of you were waiting outside early in the morning. You probably haven't eaten anything, right? How about... I cook you some porridge?" Chang Yue suddenly remembered something and asked aloud.
Yuantong Yuanhai was embarrassed to always trouble others. They were about to say that they had brought dry food with them, but their uncle said unceremoniously: "Okay, okay, the little monk is tired of eating dry food all the way!"
Yuantong immediately poked the young monk and said, "Uncle Master, it's not easy for people to take us in. How can we bother you like this?"
The young monk was stunned when he heard this. He subconsciously thought that the sister in front of him was the female donor, so he was so rude. When Yuantong reminded him, he suddenly realized that this sister was not the female donor.
"Then... that... the young monk can do without the warm porridge..." As he said that, he took out three dry noodles from his arms (actually they were taken from the Golden Bowl of Ten Thousand Buddhas). , one for myself, and one for each of the two nephews, and then started to chew on them in aggrieved manner.
"The dry food is also delicious."
Changyue was amused by the little monk. If the little monk didn't chew so hard, maybe his words would be more convincing.
She took away the pancakes from the hands of the three of them, "Okay, I'll cook porridge for you." She patted the little monk on the head, "Aren't you a friend of our Pavilion Master? It's not troublesome."
When the young monk heard this, he immediately smiled brightly and said, "Hmm, the relationship between the young monk and the female benefactor is very good."
Changyue went to the kitchen of Cangyue Pavilion and used Zhiyang Zhenqi to make porridge. After a while, she had a pot of hot white porridge.
"Quick, drink it while it's hot!"
Changyue brought the three bowls of porridge to the three monks, and the three of them immediately started drinking. It was clear from the first glance that they were very hungry.
After chatting with three monks for a long time, I found out that they came to Minzhou after following the traitors from Fahua Temple.
"Then how long will you stay in Mingyue City?" Chang Yue asked.
The young monk looked at his two nephews and didn't know how to answer. He followed him to take charge of the force. Other matters such as tracking the traces of his nephew Yuan Xin and making major decisions were all made by the two nephews.
Seeing his uncle looking at him longingly, Yuantong put down the bowl in his hand and couldn't help but burped, "Amitabha, I'm not sure, I still have to wait and see when the traitor can be caught, or whether the traitor will When will you leave the vicinity of Mingyue City!"
"Yeah, that's it!" The little monk pretended to understand and nodded solemnly.
"Then do you have a place to stay?" Chang Yue asked again.
Hearing this, the young monk said with a bitter face: "The young monk originally wanted to go to the female donor, but the female donor was not here..."
"Amitabha~" Yuan Hai said, "Let's go to Jing'an Temple outside the city to stay."
When the young monk and Zhi Zhi came to Mingyue City, they stayed at Jing'an Temple.
Chang Yue thought for a while and said: "If you three don't mind, why not go to the City Lord's Mansion to stay? Now that our Pavilion Master is the City Lord of Mingyue City, I will not refuse you to stay."
"Is this...convenient?" Yuantong hesitated.
"It doesn't matter, I will contact the Pavilion Master. Then the Pavilion Master will notify the City Lord's Mansion. You can just go and stay." Chang Yue said half-truthfully.
"Then... thank you very much." Yuantong bowed towards Changyue.
The weather outside is very bad now, so it would be nice not to have to go out of the city to Jing'an Temple.
While the young monk and the others were warming up in front of the fire, Changyue returned to the backyard, called out Ge Xiaoliu and sent a letter to Bai Yuanqi, asking him to entertain the young monk and his party.
After the young monk and the others had rested, Chang Yue asked them to go directly to the city lord's mansion to stay.
Not long after the young monk left, other people from Cangyue Pavilion arrived one after another, and a new day began again.
After seeing the patients for a day, Chang Yue left Mingyue City alone when Cangyue Pavilion was closed. She planned to go to the black market to find out if there was any news about the Disha Stone.
Walking to Fengshuang Weapon Shop, Ding Ning immediately greeted him, "Saint Qingyi, are you here to inquire about the Disha Stone for Bai Yi again?"
Changyue nodded, "Yes, I wonder if there is any news about Disha Stone?"
Ding Ning shook his head, "There should be no news yet, otherwise my master would have told me."
Chang Yue was a little disappointed when he heard this. This earth evil stone was really rare. Black Market and Cangyue Pavilion were looking for it at the same time, but they didn't have any clue.
She looked around the store and asked doubtfully: "By the way, where is your master?"
Ding Ning whispered to Chang Yue: "Master is meeting a visitor, a very important person."
Seeing Ding Ning's solemn look, Chang Yue became interested, "Oh? Who made you be so cautious?"
Before Ding Ning could answer, he saw Mr. Mo walking out of the backyard accompanied by a noble lady. Mr. Mo treated the lady with great care, and it was clear from a glance that he respected her very much.
When Chang Yue observed the lady, the lady also noticed Chang Yue's gaze, and she smiled gently at Chang Yue.
This smile felt inexplicably familiar to Chang Yue.
Was she dazzled? Why did she see the shadow of her little apprentice in that noble lady?
At this time, Mr. Mo also saw Chang Yue because of the lady's smile. He was happy, and then he strode over, cupped his hands in front of Chang Yue and said:
"Saint Qingyi!"
Chang Yue also raised her hands to Mo Lao Gong, "Mo Lao!"
"The saint is here just in time. I have something to ask you!" Mr. Mo said.
"Mr. Mo is too polite, but it doesn't matter." Chang Yue said with a smile.
"My wife has been in a coma for a long time and has just woken up recently, so I would like to ask the saint to help check whether my wife is healthy." Mr. Mo requested.
In fact, Mr. Mo originally wanted Bai Yi to see it, but unfortunately the girl in Bai Yi was in retreat, so he had to retreat and seek help from the Saint Qingyi in front of him.
Although Saint Qingyi was from the famous Yinxian Sect, Mr. Mo actually still trusted the girl in white more.
After all, the girl in white is someone who can even produce magical things like Qianqiu Gu!
"But the lady over there?" Changyue pointed to the lady looking at this side with her eyes.
"Exactly!" Mr. Mo nodded.
"I wonder who that lady is..." Changyue asked doubtfully.
Mr. Mo introduced generously: "That is the sister of my city lord, Qi Guanlong. Please call her...Mrs. Long."
"That's it." Chang Yue suddenly realized that she was Qi Guanheng's sister.
As for the similarity between Qi Guanlong and Zhou Jinchun, Chang Yue didn't think much about it. After all, apart from the Zhou royal family, Zhou Jinchun's only remaining relatives were an uncle and a mother.
It is a known fact that her mother committed suicide in the Great Zhou Palace many years ago, and her uncle has long since disappeared, and it is still a mystery whether he is still alive.
There are many people who look alike in this world.
"Then Qingyi will be embarrassed." Changyue said.
"Saint Qingyi is too modest." As he said this, Mr. Mo led Chang Yue to Qi Guanlong's side.
"Madam, this is Saint Qingyi from the Yinxian Sect. Come here to check your body." Mr. Mo introduced Chang Yue Dao to Qi Guanlong.
Qi Guanlong looked surprised when he heard this, and then smiled and bowed to Chang Yue, "It turns out to be Saint Qingyi, disrespectful."
Changyue also returned the salute to Qi Guanlong, "I've met Mrs. Long."
After the two parties got to know each other, Mr. Mo suggested: "Madam, Saint, let's talk in another place!"
"That's fine!"
So under the leadership of Mr. Mo, Chang Yue and Qi Guanlong went to the backyard room of Feng Shuang Weapons Store.
But what Chang Yue didn't notice was that there was a man in a black cloak in the weapon shop staring at her leaving back in a daze.
When they arrived at the wing, Chang Yue began to diagnose Qi Guanlong's pulse.
Now Chang Yue's medical skills have reached a higher level, and he can figure out the situation inside Qi Guanlong's body almost instantly.
This Mrs. Long must have been seriously injured, almost on the verge of death. She suffered not only physical injuries, but also spiritual injuries. She is still alive, which shows that the price paid is not small.
Although physical injuries are difficult to cure, as long as you are willing to pay the price, recovery is not a problem, so Mrs. Long's physical injuries are almost no problem.
The difficulty lies in the injury to the soul!
At this moment, Changyue finally knew who Qianqiu Gu had been used on by Qi Guanheng.
It was by relying on the power of Qianqiu Gu to freeze time that Mrs. Long was able to wake up regardless of the damage to her soul.
Taking back the hand on Qi Guanlong's wrist, Chang Yue said: "Madam's injury lies in the soul, and it may not be easy to heal. Now Madam's injury has been stabilized by special means, and it is okay for the time being. But remember not to use the true energy, otherwise all the previous efforts will be wasted. !”
Hearing Chang Yue's words, Mr. Mo showed surprise. This Saint Qingyi was indeed extraordinary. She could figure out the situation of Madam in just such a short time.
"I wonder if the saint has a way to heal the wounds in my wife's soul?" Mr. Mo looked at Chang Yue expectantly.
Chang Yue looked troubled when he heard this.
However, Mr. Mo was happy when he saw Chang Yue's face. Since he did not directly deny it, it means that this saint has a way to cure it.
"The injury to Madam's soul was not caused by ordinary things, right?" Changyue asked.
Qi Guanlong didn't hide anything. She nodded and said, "Indeed, I was injured by the exotic treasure Golden Light Scissors. This thing is designed to hurt the soul."
Although Chang Yue had never heard of the name of the golden scissors, since it was a rare treasure, it must be extraordinary.
"That's right. Although it is difficult to treat ordinary soul injuries, it is not a big problem for me. Mrs. Keron's injury may require the assistance of a magical object..."
"What kind of divine object is it?" Mr. Mo asked.
"Have you two heard of Taiyin Laurel?" Chang Yue asked.
Madam Long raised her eyebrows, "The saint is talking about the sacred tree Taiyin Laurel that was born on the Lunar Star?"
Changyue nodded, "Madam is knowledgeable, that's right!"
Mr. Mo looked horrified, "How can we obtain such divine objects? The Lunar Star is not in this world. The moon we see is just the projection of the Lunar Star, let alone the Lunar Laurel on the Lunar Star!"
Chang Yue smiled and said: "Mo Lao, please be patient, I haven't finished speaking yet! The strange thing I am talking about is not the Taiyin Laurel."
"What is that?" Mr. Mo asked.
Since it is not the lunar laurel, why mention it?
"In ancient times, the immortals and mortals were not divided. At that time, the Taiyin Star still existed in this world. Later, the Tao Ancestor divided the immortals and mortals, causing turmoil in the world. Immortals and real beasts from all walks of life fought endlessly. There are many gods and immortal objects left in this world. .
It was the sacred tree Taiyin Laurel. One section of it was left in the mortal world, and eventually turned into a strange tree. This tree was named Luohua Yinzhigui.
Taiyin laurel is a sacred tree related to the soul, and the same is true for Luohua silver laurel, which was born in this sacred tree. If you can get a branch of Luohua laurel, then the damage to Mrs. Long's soul will not be afraid! "
In fact, there was more than one Luohua silver branch and osmanthus left behind in the mortal world at that time. Chang Yue felt that the Penglai jade tree and hibiscus sacred tree she obtained should have been left behind when heaven and earth first divided into immortals.
What the Penglai Yushu and Taiyin Laurel left behind was a branch, while what the Fusang Sacred Tree left behind was a seed.
If it were not for the inheritance of the Yinxian Sect, Chang Yue would not have known that such a rare thing as the Luohua Silver Branch Gui existed.
"That's it!" Mr. Mo suddenly realized.
"Although Luohua Silver Branch Gui is not Taiyin Laurel, it is still a rare treasure. How easy is it to find it?" Mrs. Long said with a deep sigh.
Mr. Mo comforted Mrs. Long and said, "Madam, please be at ease. As long as this Luohua Silver Branch Gui exists in the world, it will definitely be found."
Mrs. Long said: "I hope so!"
Mr. Mo looked at Changyue again and asked, "I wonder if Saint Qingyi can tell us what Luohua Yinzhigui looks like?"
Changyue nodded, stretched out her fingers and placed a little bit between the eyebrows of Mr. Mo and Mrs. Long. The light between their eyebrows flickered, and the image of Luo Hua Yin Zhi Gui suddenly appeared in his mind.
"The Saint is good at what she does!" Mr. Mo exclaimed.
"A small trick!" Changyue said modestly.
After treating Mrs. Long, Chang Yue left the Fengshuang Weapons Store. She wandered around the black market for a while and bought a few herbs that were not in the collection before planning to leave the black market.
But when she was approaching the exit of the black market, she found that she was being followed. (End of chapter)
