Seeing the enemy approaching, Jing Yan couldn't move. He was anxious for a moment. Could a good life be ruined here?
He doesn't want to die, there are still many things waiting for him to do. Wang Min is still waiting for him to go back. His wife and son have not been found yet, and the grievances between him and Tangjiabao have not been settled. He has not completed each of these, how can he die now?
The living dead man slowly walked up to him, "Hey hey" and said with two evil smiles: "Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'm still waiting to capture you alive and take credit for it!"
Hearing this, Jing Yan did not look happy because he could survive. Tang Wenlong was known for his ruthless methods, and no one who fell into his hands could escape the fate of being tortured and maimed.
"You can only take my body back to see him!" After saying that, Jing Yan was about to bite his tongue and commit suicide.
For him, whether he saw Tang Wenlong or not was a dead end. Instead of being tortured to death, it would be better for him to have a good time.
At this moment, a loud shout rang in my ears: "It's broad daylight and the sky is clear. Where can the hanged ghost be causing trouble here?"
These words clearly meant something. When the living dead heard this, they couldn't help but get angry and said, "Which scoundrel is scolding me! Come out, come out! I promise I will never beat you to death!"
As he said that, he looked around and saw an old man wearing Taoist robes walking out of the hill opposite. Smiling at the dead man.
Seeing the people coming up and down the hill, the living dead were shocked. That mountain is a flat-topped mountain, where the headquarters of the killer organization "Blood Pagoda" is located. I was surprised in my heart, but I didn't show it on my face.
"You old man, you are so clear-eyed, why are you cursing me? Do you think your life is too long if the word longevity is upside down?"
"You good grandson, why are you saying such unfavorable things? Do you think you want to kill me when I bump into your good deeds?" The old man saw the vicious look of the living dead, but he was not afraid. Instead, he relied on his old age and shamelessly recognized his relatives.
How could the living dead be able to swallow being called grandson in front of his face? After all, he is also a prominent figure in Tangjiabao.
"presumptuous!"
He immediately scolded him, picked up his sword and rushed forward. Although he was suspicious that the old man was hiding something, he was called grandson in front of his face, and his anger suddenly rose. He couldn't care about anyone on the other side, so he stepped forward and fought with his life.
When the old man in Taoist robes saw him, he rushed towards him without hesitation. He waved his long sleeves, as if releasing a golden python, hoping that the living dead would rush towards him. The living dead was not careful and was hit in the chest. It was like being hit by a giant hammer. He screamed in pain and flew backwards. His mouth was open and blood was flowing out.
"Little grandson, don't be so crazy when you see Taoist Master in the future, it will kill someone." said the old man in Taoist robes.
The living dead man was already breaking out in a cold sweat. He didn't expect that an inconspicuous old Taoist priest from Pingding Mountain could be so strong.
At this critical moment, he had no time to take care of Jing Yan, who was like "a monkey climbing a tree" and seemed to be escaping when he ran away.
The old man in Taoist robes did not chase after him, but came to Jing Yan's side with small steps, leaned down and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Thank you, Taoist Priest, for saving my life. I can't tell you, I'm just feeling weak."
The old Taoist said "Oh" and stretched out his hand to feel Jing Yan's pulse again. His eyebrows sank and he said, "For symptoms like this, 70% of them are due to the 'Shixiang Ruanjin San'!"
"What kind of poison is 'Shixiang Ruanjin Powder'?"
The old Taoist explained: "Shixiang Ruanjin Powder is not a poison, but it is more poisonous than poison. Shixiang Ruanjin Powder is colorless and odorless. Inhaling a small amount will make people feel listless and weak. Those who inhale a large amount will lose all their cultivation. "
Hearing this, Jing Yan felt anxious in his heart. He had only one life, and death would not be a pity. However, there were still many things waiting for him to do, and many people waiting for him to find. If he lost all his power, in this troubled world, he would not be able to survive. How can we stretch out in a crisis?
"Taoist Master Wanwang is compassionate and please save me."
Jing Yan said, struggling and kneeling down to the old man in Taoist robes.
Holding him, the old man in Taoist robes nodded and said: "Why did you come here in danger? This road, with Tangjia Fort in front and Blood Pagoda behind, is not an easy road for ordinary people. I would never risk getting here. So the bridge connecting here is called Naihe Bridge."
Jing Yan hurriedly reported his name and said: "Jing Yan, please bring a friend to visit the old ghost-hand heavenly doctor."
Looking straight at him, the old man in Taoist robes stroked his goatee and said, "You came here to see Ghost Hand, and you may be disappointed. This old guy has become very bad-tempered recently and easily avoids guests."
While talking, he took out a small jade bottle from his arms, unscrewed the bottle bolt, put it down and shook his heart, rolled out two vermilion pills, handed them over, and said: "These are the jade dew pills I refined in my spare time. Although It can't cure the Shixiang Ruanjin Powder on your body, but it can relieve the symptoms, and you can walk like a normal person without any problem. If you turn left from this hillside, the shabby thatched hut will be the home of Guishou. If he is happy, you can He will also cure you with this Shixiang Ruanjin Powder. If you encounter him in a bad mood, let alone your friend's illness, and he won't chase you, just burn some incense."
After saying this, the old man's figure drifted into the distance.
After taking the medicine, Jing Yan felt a surge of energy in his heart, and the numbness in his hands and feet eased a little.
After bidding farewell to the old man, Jing Yan led Lu Jingyuan towards Pingding Mountain.
Soon we arrived in front of the thatched house where the Heavenly Doctor with Ghost Hands lived. There happened to be a man who was seeking treatment. To be precise, he was treated with Ghost Hands.
"Senior Heavenly Doctor, as long as you cure my brother's illness, you can choose the golden beauty. Go to Fugui Town and ask around. The county magistrate doesn't have as much money as my family!"
The doctor was a bloated man with a big belly, like a pregnant woman who was ten months pregnant. But he was a man, so how could he be pregnant? The fat man wears gold and silver, and it is said that he is showing off his wealth, but he does not publicize how much money his family has. It is said that he is not showing off his wealth. He is well-dressed, and it is obvious that his family is well-off.
The fat rich man just yelled, had a big belly, and looked at people, which made people feel uncomfortable.
Indifferently, the ghost-hand heavenly doctor did not look at the fat man seriously, and stood with his hands behind his back, just listening to a one-man show.
After shouting for a while, the fat rich man seemed to suddenly become a little smarter. He noticed the indifferent expression of his host and stopped talking. He glanced at his eyes and looked out from between the two gaps, falling on the ghost hand sky. Medical treatment on the old face. I watched it for a long time. The air suddenly became extremely quiet.
Suddenly, the fat rich man roared: "Sir, I'm here to treat you to give you face! I don't know how to flatter you! I don't want to ask around. I'm the richest man in Fugui Town. Some famous doctors want to give me some help." Why do brothers always have long queues for medical treatment?"
Tired of hearing this, the Ghost Hand Heavenly Doctor glared at him coldly, with a fierce light in his eyes. When the fat rich man saw it, his heart shook and he felt inexplicably afraid. The momentum suddenly dropped. He walked out in a panic.
After leaving the thatched hut, he returned to his original state and started cursing again.
Soon after, news spread that the fat rich man died suddenly at home. Because the fat rich man is the richest man in Fugui Town, the news exploded like a firework in Fugui Town and became the biggest hot spot for a time. The government has been investigating to no avail.
Jing Yan led Lu Jingyuan in. The Ghost Hand Heavenly Doctor's anger had not subsided yet, and he looked at the fat rich man's leaving back with cold eyes, as if looking at a cold corpse.
When he saw someone coming in, he averted his eyes.
"Guishou, do you still remember me?" Jing Yan entered the room, sat down on a broken rocking chair on the left, and spoke first.
"Are you... Elder Jing Yan?" The Ghost Hand Heavenly Doctor stared at Jing Yan for a long time before he recognized him and said, "Why are you like this?"
Jing Yan sighed and said, "It's a long story! I betrayed Tangjiabao a while ago and was being hunted by Tang Wenlong!"
"That damn place should have left a long time ago," said the Heavenly Doctor with Ghost Hands. He looked at Jing Yan's complexion carefully and said in surprise: "Why are you so weak? With your profound cultivation, it is very abnormal! Could it be that there is something wrong with you? hurt?"
Hearing this, Jing Yan couldn't help laughing "haha" and said: "Your medical skills are really admirable! You can tell I have injuries just by looking at my complexion."
When his words were confirmed, the ghost-hand doctor said "Oh" and said suspiciously: "Looking at Tangjiabao, there are not many people who can hurt you. What is going on?"
Jing Yan immediately told everything about the ambush on the Naihe Bridge.
"I didn't expect this guy Ma Li to be so ungrateful. You were kind to him, but he came to capture you in order to get promoted and get rich. Such a person deserves to die."
"That living dead man doesn't have any real skills, he only knows some dirty tricks." As he said that, he twisted the silver needle and inserted it into various acupuncture points on Jing Yan's head and body.
After treating Jing Yan, the ghost-hand heavenly doctor raised his head and glanced at Lu Jingyuan beside him, and said, "Who is this young man?"
After patting his forehead, Jing Yan remembered this and introduced: "I begged this person from the cliff a few days ago. When I first woke up, I was in a daze and lost my memory."
After glancing at Lu Jingyuan, the ghost-hand doctor said, "I have a rule of no rescue, and you understand it! Do you know his details?"
Nodding, Jing Yan took over the words and said, "This man was wearing the clothes of Shushan Sword Sect at that time. I believe he is a disciple of Shushan."
"Didn't the Shushan Sword Sect be wiped out by Tang Zhiwu a while ago? How come there are still people surviving?"
Jing Yan didn't know. After all, he was only arranged to take over at Dengyunlu and did not participate in the Shushan extermination operation.
Not hearing an answer, the Ghost Hand Heavenly Doctor glanced at Jing Yan and saw that his face was also full of question marks. However, one thing is certain now, that is, the young man in front of him was born decent and can be treated.
The ghost-hand heavenly doctor took out the treasure box for his medical practice. Lu Jingyuan was asked to take pulse and perform acupuncture again. He came to the table and wrote another prescription. Bian also said, "It is estimated that the brain was hit hard, causing indirect amnesia."
