"Is your master still a doctor?"
If so, Zhuang Xiaodie should have met Zhixu Sanren. Her sleepwalking syndrome cannot be solved by ordinary medicine. The silver needle in the butterfly hairpin may be used to suppress sleepwalking.
Su Qingyu and Zhuang Xiaodie have known each other since childhood.
She had that memory.
When did Zhuang Xiaodie go to see a doctor? Is it Saturday and Sunday?
Su Qingyu's heart went back and forth a thousand times.
Bai Huo nodded: "Master is not only excellent in medical skills, but also far superior to me in the research of techniques.
I once persuaded Master to go down the mountain with me to save ordinary people suffering from pollution, but Master was not willing. He said that destiny has been destined and cannot be changed by human power. It is better to let nature take its course and comply with the laws of nature.
I couldn't bear it, so I went down the mountain alone. "
Su Qingyu said with relief: "I believe in fate and cause and effect, but I also believe that people's own power can change these results."
There was regret in Bai Huo's words: "Everyone has his own ambitions, I can't force it, I just feel it's a pity. His old man once descended from the Monkey God Mountain, and returned to the Monkey God Mountain for the rest of his life. He said that his starting point was his own end."
In Bai Huo's heart, he still hoped that his master could go down the mountain and fight alongside him.
It's just that the master's personality is very similar to his.
Once something is determined, it is difficult to change it.
Neither of them could persuade each other.
The Zhixu San people did not want Bai Huo to come down the mountain, saying that as long as Bai Huo could practice concentrating on the mountain, the mountain would keep him safe and free from disasters for the rest of his life.
But Bai Huo is stubborn. He feels that peace and success or immortality through practice are not what he pursues.
He feels that entering the mortal world is also a kind of practice. If you don't try to change, how can you know that you can't change?
The disturbances from the outside world cannot disturb his Taoist heart.
If you die on the way to enlightenment because of this, Baihuo will have no regrets.
Zhixu San people believe that if things are destined to happen, they should not forcefully intervene in the cause and effect. The reason why humans are troubled by pollution is because of humans themselves. Therefore, as long as humans do not disappear for a day, pollution will not disappear from this world.
It is better to practice on the mountain and pursue the method of transcendence and immortality.
"When the nest is overturned, how can the eggs be intact? This mountain can't protect anyone's safety, and the replica finally descended on the Monkey God Mountain." Although the two had great differences on this matter and even broke up on bad terms, The status of Zhixu Sanren in Bai Huo's heart cannot be shaken. He hopes that his master can be safe. "Master knows that the pollution here is getting more and more serious, but he is still unwilling to give up this mountain. Alas, I can't persuade him. I hope Master will be as good as before when he comes back this time."
"You said that your master's teachings are better than yours, so you believe in him, and the choice he makes is the one that is best for you."
Bai Huo nodded.
In fact, Bai Huo doesn't know much about Zhixu Sanren's past.
He has been practicing on the mountain since he became conscious.
The master was both kind and stern to him.
Everything he knew was told to him by his master.
But the deeds learned from other people's mouths are often not necessarily the things themselves.
So this trip down the mountain is also an experience for Bai Huo.
Bai Huo also told Su Qingyu some past events between himself and his master.
Memories are like a trickle, flowing in the long river of life, making the years gentle.
Bai Huo said that he suffered from a genetic disease, so his whole body was white. Because of the lack of melanin in his body, he was originally unable to see the sun.
It was the spell drawn by his master that enabled him to overcome this weakness.
The master is also a father to him.
Taught him how to read and write, and taught him all his skills.
There were few quarrels between the two.
The biggest debate was about going down the mountain.
In this way, Su Qingyu and Bai Huo talked all the way to the mountain.
The Taoist temple is hidden in a lush pine forest. The weeds at the entrance have not been cleared for a long time. The walls of the courtyard are covered with vibrant wall-creeping tigers. The entire Taoist temple is made of bricks and tiles. The red exterior wall has peeled off, revealing the years. trace.
There is a plaque with mottled writing hanging on the lintel of the Taoist temple, on which the three words "Qingyun Temple" can barely be made out.
Under the leadership of Bai Huo, he pushed open the wooden door of the small Taoist temple, walked through the front hall, and came to a quiet courtyard. The courtyard was filled with huge sycamore trees, towering into the sky, guarding this ancient Taoist temple.
An old yellow dog was lying lazily under the tree, sleeping.
There is an ancient well in the courtyard. There is a half bucket of water beside the well. The water ripples, revealing traces of human life.
"Yuanbao, I'm back." Bai Huo called out the dog's name, intending to tease his old friend.
Who knew that when the dog opened its eyes, not only did it not wag its tail to show off to Bai Huo, but it suddenly became furious, opened its mouth and barked at them.
Yuanbao's sharp teeth were exposed, his muscles all over his body tensed, a low growl came from his throat, his body lowered, the fur on his tail exploded, and he rushed towards them without hesitation.
As if to drive them away.
At this moment, the yellow dog had completely lost its mind, leaving only the instinct of violently biting humans.
"Be careful!" Su Qingyu held the knife in his hand and took a step back.
Bai Huo quickly took out a charm and put it on Huang Dog's forehead.
The yellow dog seemed to be struck by lightning, stiffened and fell straight down.
At this time, Zhixu Sanren heard the noise and walked out of the house.
The old Taoist is an immortal Taoist with a long goat's beard. He wears a simple black Taoist robe of the same style as Bai Huo. The edges of the cuffs are embroidered with cloud patterns. After many years of cleaning, they have faded and turned white.
He has a tall and straight posture. Although he is over seventy years old, he still exudes a kind of detachment and calmness.
Seeing Bai Huo, Zhixu Sanren was not surprised. He just said coldly: "You are back."
Bai Huo immediately saluted: "Disciple has met the master!"
"Get up." Zhixu Sanren and others' eyes fell on Yuanbao, who was lying on the ground and foaming at the mouth. "Yuanbao is stained with dirt and has not been removed. It can no longer recognize you. Don't blame it."
"Disciple understands." Bai Huo stood up straight and pointed upward at Su Qingyu, "Master, this is Miss Su Qingyu. This time we are back as testers."
"The moon has disappeared and it's dark outside. You go inside first."
Su Qingyu lowered her head and glanced at her phone. The time showed two in the morning.
