Master saw that I was silent, so he reminded me. Just now I saw Qin Bu leave in a hurry. I guessed that you must have provoked him, but more or less because of face, he refused to face him. Just a seizure. Shan'er, although you follow him to break the formation, sometimes you have to believe in his methods. Even if you cut off Ganmu's tail today, you are not qualified to say it.
Obviously, Master is also very worried about Qin Bukong and me staying together for a long time. The implication of his words seemed to be that he told me not to make trouble and not to cause trouble, lest one day I get really angry and my life is in jeopardy.
So after my master and I chatted nonchalantly for a while, I went out, planning to buy some disinfectant and the like, and wipe it on Ganmu to prevent it from getting inflamed. It took a lot of effort to grow it so big, that's all. Gone. But when I came back with the disinfectant, I found that Qin Bukong had also come back. On his table, there was a bottle of disinfectant that was exactly the same as the one I bought, so I silently put the potion in my hands. She held it behind her back so that he wouldn't see it, and then secretly stuffed the bottle of potion under the bed when Qin Bukong wasn't paying attention.
So for several days in a row, Qin Bukong and I didn't talk much, except when we continued to break through "Dumen" non-stop, because it is opposite to "Open Door", although it is not a lucky door, it is not so dangerous. go. Except when Qin Bukong and I had to cooperate and talk when we broke the formation, at other times, I was basically a stranger to him. He didn't look down on me, and I didn't mess with him.
Gan Mu's injuries did improve a lot after treatment and care. But after all, it is not as energetic as before. Dumen, like the other doors, is also gathered by many ghosts of the same type. However, with the previous experience and the fact that this is one of the last two doors, although it still encountered a lot of difficulty, the final level of thrills was But it is far inferior to other doors. Qin Bukong and I studied it for three days before starting, but it only took us about two hours to get the Vajra Prong and burn the old wooden roots.
The last door is called "Jingmen". Although it is the same as the previous "Dumen", it is the door of neutralization, neither bad nor good, but we still encountered a lot of trouble. Qin Bukong and I gradually began to talk again in those days. Compared to him, it seemed that I was a little more bold and reckless. The further I broke the formation and got to the back, the more aggressive I became. On the contrary, Qin Bukong began to Become cautious. And his caution, to me, is a sign of timidity. So much so that every time I made a reaction, he would become extremely nervous. It felt very good. Master and I had been controlled by him for a long time, but now I could at least control his emotions, which made me very happy. joy.
Jingmen belongs to the Li hexagram and its attribute is fire. In order to be able to restrain it quickly, Qin Bukong let me hold the vajra prong he got from Xiu Men, because Xiu Men belongs to water and water can restrain fire. Even if this speculation is not true, I have the Vajra Prong in the Eight Gate Formation in my hand, which can be regarded as a self-defense weapon, so that I will not have to be beaten. But because Jingmen is in the hexagram, there are two long horizontal lines between two short horizontal lines. The gap between the dashes should be the door. So this means that no matter from the inside or outside, Qin Bukong and I must first remove a section of the wall before we can find the location of the door.
Of course, this is not the first time we have done something like this, so according to previous experience, only when we are about to touch the door, something will happen. But this time it is different. We chose to look at it from the inside. I just fixed the chisel in place, and when I struck it with the ax, suddenly a long diagonal line started from my right shoulder, along my back, to my left waist, giving me an extremely strong feeling. Numbness.
This feeling is just like the feeling of being numbed by civilian electricity when you made a fool of yourself as a child and plugged an iron rod into the socket. But this time it was much stronger, forcing me to keep twitching like a shofar. Even after I regained my strength, my hands still trembled slightly. It felt like my body was being hollowed out. But the strange thing is that this feeling only makes me uncomfortable and reactive, not painful. At that time, I squatted on the ground and calmed down for a while, and Qin Bukong also began to realize that something was wrong. Why did something go wrong before we even got to the door? So he asked me to rest, and after blessing himself with a protective spell, he began to imitate me and start knocking on the wall.
But this time, he actually had the same feeling, and he dropped his ax and chisel on the ground. I asked Qin Bukong what he should do now, and he said he didn't know. Could it be that he used explosives to blow it up? I told him first we had no explosives. Secondly, even if there is, this is underground, what if the ground collapses? Even if you are an emotionless person, regardless of whether the people on the ground will be worried about their life or death, you should at least worry about whether the soul of the Witch King you are looking for will be buried underground forever, never to see the light of day. ?
Maybe he was really worried about this, so Qin Bukong didn't continue to think about these crooked ideas. I stretched out my hand and knocked on the wall. Although there was a hollow sound from behind, which proved that there was a certain space behind the wall, the loudness of the sound also told me that the wall was quite thick. If I wanted to tear it down, it would probably be difficult. It also requires some effort.
So things got stuck here. That day, Qin Bukong and I had no choice but to return without success. After returning to the ground, Qin Bukong discussed this matter with my master. The master shook his head and said that he had no other ideas, but what was certain was that the people who set up the formation must have expected that even if someone came to break the formation, , it must start from the Death Gate, and the last door must be the Jingmen. So this door may be our last hurdle and also the most difficult one.
The master coughed violently while speaking. Each cough was accompanied by a very hoarse ending, but it was always a dry cough. I coughed to tears several times. It seems that the injury suffered earlier has been repeated now. So I asked Master to talk less and drink more water. Since no one can do anything, then think of more solutions and go in after you think of it.
So after this delay, it has been more than a month, and the season has begun to enter autumn. Calculating the time, it has been almost a full year since I arrived in Wuhan, and in such a long time, we have not completely broken the Eight Gate Formation. Thinking about this efficiency is really disturbing. During that more than a month, Master's condition suddenly worsened. He would suddenly cough violently in the middle of the night several times, and Qin Bukong and I would be woken up by this, and we would not be able to sleep again all night.
Qin Bukong once promised to help treat the master, and he did his best. So in the later stage, his decoction medicine had no effect on the master, so I sent the master to the hospital. But the result of this diagnosis was like a bolt from the blue.
The doctor told me that Master's cough was caused by a very serious case of pneumonia, which had now turned into tuberculosis. At that time, tuberculosis had no cure and was an incurable disease. The only medical intervention available was the injection of penicillin. At that time, I didn’t really know what penicillin was, but I just wanted to make Master get better as soon as possible. The doctor also admitted frankly that it was actually possible that Master had already been infected with tuberculosis to some extent when he injured his lung. , coupled with the lack of timely treatment and another craniotomy, the body had actually damaged Gen Yuan. But in the following time, conservative treatment with the properties of Chinese herbal medicine has slowed down the progression of the disease to a great extent. In fact, it has bought Master a lot of time.
The doctor's words seemed to be telling me tactfully that Master's time was running out. In fact, when Master started coughing violently, I vaguely guessed such an outcome, but I still couldn't accept it. The doctor told me that the human internal organs control the entire human body. Every place is very important and at the same time extremely delicate. Master's tuberculosis has a mortality rate second only to lung cancer.
So I was silent for a long time before asking the doctor, how much time does my master have left? The doctor said that if the penicillin injection treatment is effective, it may only last half a year. If it is not effective, then it may only last half a month to a month.
I think this doctor is also a kind-hearted person. After he told me this cruel result, he patted me on the shoulder and told me that I needed to arrange some things in advance, and then walked away, leaving me to bear the pain alone. time.
Qin Bukong was not in the hospital that day, but his master was in the hospital bed. After I learned the result, I cried sadly for a long time alone under the big tree in the hospital garden. During this period, I thought of many ways, medical or metaphysical, but if it could prolong Master's life, I would be willing to use my life to offset it. But I don’t know these methods, and I can only accept everything the doctor told me.
Everyone says that wishes are beautiful, but reality is cruel. What's even more cruel is that since I learned about this result, every day that followed, I seemed to be waiting for Master's death day to arrive. I remember when I first became a disciple, I asked the master out of boredom if he was afraid of death. Master answered me at that time that he was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that life would be worse than death. Now dragging it on day by day is probably another form of life worse than death. So after I put away my tears and returned to the ward, I pretended to be happy and said to the master, the doctor said that this disease can actually be cured, but you need to inject some medicine so that you can get better soon.
But the master called me to the bedside and said with a smile, "Little bastard, you don't have to hide it from me." Master knows that I have only a few days to live. This man is so damn annoying. It depends on our parents’ faces when we are born. It’s not what we want to be born. When death is imminent, we still have to count the days and wait in line. Wait, hey, this is fate. When the word "Fate" is taken apart, it means a person knocks on it, but I, Lao Lin, have been knocking on it all his life, and I still knock out a guest to die in a foreign land, hahaha.
Master's laughter stopped quickly, and then he grabbed my hand, looked at me with his two old eyes and said: Shan'er, Master, please, we will not be cured, okay? Let's go home.
This is the first time that Master has told me, please. It is also the first time that Master has told me that he wants to go home a year after I came to Wuhan. Later, when he said these words, he was actually sobbing, but there was a loving smile on his face.
In an instant, I burst into tears.
