When they arrived at the carriage and were about to get up, there was a sudden cough inside the carriage. The old man immediately stepped forward to stop him and said apologetically: "My little friend, just look at it this way. There is no need to get up."
Cheng Ling frowned and said displeasedly: "Doctors always know the four essentials of listening, hearing, asking, and cutting when treating a disease. How can I diagnose the disease now that I am separated from the carriage?"
The old man was startled, and just as he was about to speak, a pleasant voice came from the carriage, saying: "What you said is very serious, Uncle Song, let him come up!"
"This..." The old man froze, but did not dare to disobey. He was about to get out of the way and ask Cheng Ling to come up.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Ling didn't do anything and just said: "Stretch out your hand."
Since the other party has concerns, there is no need to go up. And based on the woman's tone and the old man's obedience, it is obvious that the person in the carriage is not a maid, but a young lady.
The woman in the car hesitated and stretched out her jade hand from the car curtain. Cheng Ling pinched her wrist. After a moment, he knew that this young lady was not alive at all. It was clear that there was a cyan aura in the blood in her body, which was obviously poisonous. Some kind of poison.
After pondering for a while, he took out a few herbs from his arms, handed them to the old man and said, "Decoct these herbs into one bowl with three bowls of water. Drink it and you will be fine."
The old man looked at the few herbs in his hand strangely. These were obviously very common herbs, and they looked a little yellow. They had obviously been picked for a long time, so he took them out casually, without even mentioning the reward. Is this guy reliable?
While he was hesitating, the voice from inside the carriage came again: "Uncle Song, since he has prescribed the medicine, let's give it a try!"
The old man secretly sighed. The young lady has suffered a lot since she was poisoned. It has been almost more than a month. She has seen countless doctors but nothing has any effect. Some of them can't even prescribe medicine. Now she can only treat a dead horse as a living horse. .
He immediately called a waiter over and told him to decoct the herbs as soon as possible according to Cheng Ling's request. But the old man didn't let Cheng Ling leave. He met such a doctor by chance. Who knew if drinking the herbal medicine would have any effect.
Cheng Ling knew what he was thinking and didn't ask to leave. He just stood aside quietly.
The old man seemed a little embarrassed, so he kept chatting with him, taking the opportunity to find out the other person's identity. Cheng Ling responded lazily. If he wanted to answer, he would say a few words. If he didn't want to answer, he would say nothing.
Fortunately, the boy quickly brought the medicinal soup over, and another hand stretched out from the carriage to take it. Cheng Ling's eyes were sharp, and it was obvious that these two hands were not from the same person.
After a while, the people in the car may have finished drinking the medicinal soup, but suddenly there was a violent cough, and an anxious voice said: "Miss, how are you? Miss... Miss, you are vomiting blood. Come on, Uncle Song, Uncle Song, come quickly."
When the old man heard this, his expression changed drastically. With a wave of his hand, the strong men surrounded Cheng Ling. The next moment, he had already rushed onto the carriage.
Cheng Ling, the old man, seemed not to notice the strong men surrounding him at all.
It was time for a cup of tea, and the young lady's voice came out again: "Don't worry, Uncle Song. Although I vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, I feel much better. The doctor's medicine is very good. Please go and thank me."
"Miss, are you really okay?" the old man asked with concern.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. Now I feel hungry and just want to eat something."
"Okay! Okay! I didn't expect that boy to be really capable. I will prepare food for the young lady." After a while, the old man got off the carriage again, glanced at Cheng Ling, and hurriedly waved to let the strong men leave, and then apologized He said: "Thank you, little friend. I was in a hurry and almost offended. I hope you can forgive me."
"It's okay. Since the lady is fine, I'll just say goodbye!" Cheng Ling said calmly.
"Little friend, wait a minute!" the old man said hurriedly: "Thank you for helping me, little friend, but we still have to show some respect. Judging from the direction you are walking, you must be heading to Dayong City. How about going the same way with us?"
Cheng Ling smiled slightly and said, "No need for payment, I need a horse."
After hearing this, the old man immediately shouted: "Sun Laosan, let your horse out!"
A young man in his twenties immediately had a bitter look on his face, got off his horse, walked over holding the horse's reins, then muttered a few words, turned around and left.
Cheng Ling looked at the horse. The horse was unusually fast and its eyes seemed to be spiritual. Especially under the caress of Cheng Ling's right hand, the horse actually narrowed its eyes and looked quite comfortable.
The old man was stunned for a moment when he saw this scene. This was the first time he saw that the horse actually had an expression.
Cheng Ling held down the horse's body with his left hand, turned over lightly, and got on the horse's back. He turned around and glanced at the people behind him. Everywhere he looked, there were all mortals. A feeling that he had not experienced for a long time slowly came into his heart. In this one, the cold poison and fire poison remaining in his body actually started to operate automatically. When he got up, not only that, there was also a thick layer of red mist surrounding his body.
This aura is extremely strong, but it does not leak out. Instead, it condenses around the body and lingers for a long time, even the outline of the body becomes blurred. All the mortals were dumbfounded, and some even rubbed their eyes, as if they didn't believe what they were seeing.
This red mist, not to mention mortals, even most monks, cannot see it. It is the murderous aura generated by Cheng Ling who killed countless people. This murderous aura gradually turned into a violent aura over time. Eventually, as he killed more people, he experienced After some changes, it became an evil spirit that would frighten any monk!
Once this evil spirit can be used independently, it will have the magical effect of subduing others without fighting. Even when refining certain fairy treasures, if some are mixed in, the power of the fairy treasures will be greatly increased. .
As the breeze blew, Cheng Ling couldn't help but take a deep breath, and his eyes flashed brightly. He could clearly feel that a wonderful change seemed to be going on in his body, and the muscles and veins that were originally sluggish and congested seemed to be loosening a little.
He was overjoyed and didn't want to stay any longer. He slapped his right hand and the horse galloped away.
This was just a small episode in the long journey. After leaving the horse team, it soon reached night. Cheng Ling stopped and tied the horse to a tree. He leaned on the horse's belly and looked up at the darkening sky. He felt as peaceful as ever.
The starry sky is bright, and little bits of light shine on the earth, but Cheng Ling knows that every point of light in the starry sky is actually a planet.
The peace of mind made Cheng Ling's body completely relaxed, and the hazy red mist appeared around his body again. The mist is sometimes cold, sometimes scorching, and sometimes filled with a strong smell of blood.
As the red mist dispersed more and more, Cheng Ling felt more and more happy physically and mentally, as if he was originally carrying a heavy burden, but as the red mist dispersed, the burden was constantly being lightened.
As the night passed, a hint of fish belly white appeared in the east, and the red mist gradually decreased. Cheng Ling's heart moved. It seemed that his previous thoughts were correct. Only in the ordinary world, seeing through the various situations in the world and experiencing birth, old age, illness and death, would it be of great help to the recovery of injuries.
Just like the mortals he had seen before, their lives were extremely fragile. Even if he was seriously injured, his physical strength alone could kill them thousands of times, but the happiness of these people was far less than his.
As the Buddhists say, there are seven sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, death, resentment, separation from love, and failure to seek what you want. Among them, birth, old age, illness, and death are natural physical pains, while resentment, separation from love, and lack of desire are mental pains.
Only by personally experiencing these seven kinds of pain, realizing it, tasting it, enduring it, accepting it, and finally realizing it, can we let go of all obsessions.
Naturally, Cheng Ling was not interested in what Buddhism said. It was just a concept that advocated their own crooked ideas. However, if he wanted to become a mortal and better integrate into this world, he must open his mind and treat himself completely. Be a mortal and go through everything they have to go through.
Looking at the fiery red early sun in the distance, Cheng Ling stood up silently, but did not ride a horse. Instead, he just led the horse, picked up the gourd hanging on his waist, took a big sip of Sanhua Qingye wine, and continued to move forward. OK.
In this line of work, he will no longer be obsessed with direction. He will go wherever there is a road and wherever there is new insights. Sometimes, he would stop to take a nap and drink a bottle of wine before sitting down to paint again.
He wanted to draw all the scenery he saw in this row on the drawing paper.
No longer need to stick to drawing water or fire, just draw wherever you see. Slightly raised hills, dense forests, steep peaks, rushing rivers, clear creeks, blood-red sunsets...and so on.
But he has never painted any kind of living creature, whether it is people, insects, birds, or fish. His focus has always been on the mountains and rivers of nature. It’s not that he doesn’t want to paint, but he asks himself There is no way to draw it.
Almost every painting in this line of work integrates one or even several rules of heaven and earth. His ability to show it in his paintings shows that he has an extremely high level of understanding of certain rules of heaven and earth. However, all living things in this world have not yet mastered the rules of heaven and earth. Their rules cannot be found.
Day after day, year after year, Cheng Ling did not know how many places he had walked and how many paintings he had painted. It was not until he had painted all the places he had traveled in the past few years that he sighed and said, He said to himself: "It's been eight years... I've basically painted the five elements of heaven and earth. It's time to go back and try new paintings."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around resolutely, led the horse that had been following behind him, and walked in the direction of Xuecheng.
He named the horse Zixiao because he liked the color purple. Except for the time he got Zixiao and rode it for a long time, Cheng Ling had never ridden it. He always regarded it as his friend and only let it ride on weekdays. Carrying some paintings and miscellaneous items.
Zixiao seemed to sense Cheng Ling's thoughts, raised her horse's head and rubbed it a few times, then followed closely.
There were stops and starts when we came out. Eight years later, the journey back went much faster. In less than half a year, we returned to Snow City one person and one horse at a time.
Zixiao was obviously not used to the cold in Snow City. She snorted a few times and exhaled a burst of white mist from her big mouth.
Cheng Ling ignored it and went straight back to his mansion. He looked at the familiar "Cheng Mansion" horizontal plaque on the door, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips. But before he could enter, a child with a tiger-like head rushed out. She bumped into his arms.
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