Qiao He was "invited" to the Gu family.
Received a rare courtesy.
Before he came, he had already anticipated the outcome.
He even prepared his own needles and sterilizing swabs...
When Mo Qian saw Qiao He, he said nothing and stared directly at him. His eyes flickered. He was not as calm as before, but actually showed a trace of embarrassment.
Qiao He raised his eyebrows in confusion.
What did he see on this girl's face?
The messy emotions of normal people?
This girl suffered from some cold wind in the world and contracted this strange disease of seven emotions and six desires.
Qiao He walked up to Mo Qian and chuckled, "You want me to draw blood to save people?"
Mo Qian nodded.
Then he raised his chin and signaled to the dark-faced old man standing over there, "Here, I broke up my lover and got chopped by the bracelet."
Fahai didn't hear it.
I was still moved by Chu Yang and Qiao An over there, and I tried to reason with them.
None of the gods in the sky cares about all the people as much as he does.
Qiao He followed Mo Qian's gaze and looked over.
Oh, three men.
Whichever pair is lovers is quite surprising.
However, although Qiao He likes to watch the excitement, he cherishes his life and must not interfere in nosy matters that he should not interfere with.
Otherwise, it’s easy to get a bad look.
Qiao He looked away and stretched out his hand towards Mo Qian, "Uh, I'll give you the antidote."
Mo Qian lowered his head and looked at Qiao He's long white and slender hands.
He pursed his lips, making no sound or movement.
She looked a little embarrassed.
Qiao He was not used to it.
He raised his hand, patted Mo Qian's little hat, and said consolingly, "Just a few drops of blood can save someone's life, so you should give me some merit."
"Merit?" Mo Qian raised his eyes after hearing this.
Then he shook his head solemnly and said, "Merits and merits don't count. You compete with the Palace of Hell every time for people, and 80% of the problems are settled. After you die, remember to tuck your tail between your legs and be a ghost."
Qiao He, "..."
Why can't he think about it?
Comfort this girl.
He didn't know whether she felt comfortable or not.
He was so worried, but it was true...
Qiao He was speechless.
Mo Qian thought he was afraid.
He patted Qiao He on the shoulder proudly and turned to enlighten him.
"Don't worry, I can't let you die. You have a bunch of grasshoppers hanging on your body. If you die, they are all finished. Besides, even if you die, I still have people. Master Wu Chang knows it, I know him!"
Qiao He, "..."
Where did he go wrong?
I will worry about this girl's mood...
Is that something he deserves to worry about...
Qiao He quickly took out a needle and cotton swab from his pocket, preparing to draw blood himself.
"Master Mo Qian, you'd better save people first. I'll draw as much blood as you need right now."
Qiao He remembered.
Things that can be solved with blood.
Be sure not to talk too much nonsense.
Draw blood, get injections.
Talk, get stabbed...
…
But just as Qiao He was about to prick his finger, Mo Qian stopped him, "Wait a minute."
Qiao He, "What's wrong?"
Mo Qian glanced at the black-faced old man, "I have to let him become a disciple first, otherwise, I won't be able to save him. I have principles for saving people, so how can I save everyone."
Qiao He nodded understandingly.
Master Mo Qian is of course a very principled person.
Those who should be saved should be saved, and those who should not be saved should naturally not be helped.
However, this principle changes rapidly.
Because her principle is - she is happy.
Qiao He stared at Mo Qian's back and raised the corners of his lips with a slight smile.
Mo Qian didn't pay attention to the eyes behind him.
She walked straight to Fahai and stood in front of him.
She looked at the rags Fa Hai was wearing and frowned, "Old Taoist, why have you lost your Taoist robe, your mahogany sword, and your fly whisk hair is almost gone? Have you really joined the Beggar Clan?"
When Fahai heard this, he raised his head in displeasure and said, "Nonsense."
He stroked his beard and showed a complacent expression, "These are the hardships I have experienced during my preaching. These will help me become an immortal in the future."
Fahai then told what "good things" he had done...
It turned out that a few days ago, he met a gay couple holding hands in public.
He advised hard.
But those two people avoided him like snakes and scorpions.
As a result, Fahai followed the two of them to the door of the house and continued to persuade...
He also personally presented the "Pure Heart and Abstaining Desires Talisman".
He gave gifts.
They didn't leave him empty-handed either.
He was also given a bruise all over his body, as well as the Taoist robe and peach wood sword that had gone through many hardships...
Then the police were called and asked to take him away...
Fahai's face has a kind of artistic conception that others laugh at because I am too crazy, and I laugh at it that others cannot see through.
The mortals around were silent.
Some similar words popped up in my mind.
Very ill.
Extremely crazy.
Hello, 110...
No one dared to speak for fear of being tainted.
Only Mo Qian couldn't help it.
Can he still beat his stupid apprentice to death?
But she also had a look of disgust on her face and stared at the sea sideways.
"You still want to become an immortal? Why don't you look in the mirror and see what's going on?"
"?" Fa Hai looked at Mo Qian in confusion, "What happened?"
Mo Qian took out a mirror from under the coffee table and gave it to Fahai, "Look at it yourself."
Fahai took it and took a look.
What is the black-faced monster inside?
He was thinking about how to subdue demons.
But why does this half-white beard look familiar?
Fa Hai tilted his head to the left, tilted his head to the right...
Oh my god, why is this him! ! !
Fahai was so frightened that the mirror flew out of his hand.
Fortunately, Mo Qian reacted quickly and grabbed the mirror back.
She pointed the mirror at Fahai's face again, "Take a good look at your own face. Are you a living person now? If I hadn't rescued you, you would have been burned to ashes now."
This is easy to communicate.
Mo Qian was sure that Fa Hai could understand his face.
Fahai looked nervously at the gloomy, lifeless face in the mirror. He looked at it over and over again, and finally realized that it was really him...
A self who should have died, but is still strangely alive...
Fahai raised his head blankly.
Looking straight at Mo Qian, "Am I dead? Why didn't I become an immortal?"
Hearing this, Mo Qian gave him a look and said, "You still want to become an immortal? You have completely misunderstood the Taoist spirit. You don't just go with the flow of nature, but you want to change your life against the trend. This is Master Sanqing's punishment for you." I saw last time that you were in trouble, and it turned out that this disaster was all caused by yourself."
Fahai was speechless and swallowed his saliva.
He is not afraid of death.
But he has been practicing Taoism all his life just for the day when he will become an immortal.
Now, it's all over...
Fa Hai was so worried that he was spinning in place like a top.
After a long while, his eyes turned to Mo Qian faintly.
This time the attitude took a 180-degree turn.
He cupped his fists and saluted Mo Qian.
"Taoist Mo, please help me transform into an immortal!"
