"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this kid is finished, there is no hope, dumb girl, why don't you find another lover? This one is really going to kill you."
In front of a hospital bed, an old man turned his head, patted the dumb girl's face and said sincerely:
"Even the gods can't save me, that's what Pindao said!"
"Ha." The fox-white furred girl next to her twitched the corner of her mouth and glanced sideways at the junior sister next to her.
Zhao Qingxiu stood silently.
Right now, it was a sunny afternoon, and there were three people standing in front of Ouyang Rong's bed in Sanhui Hospital.
Zhao Qingxiu, a candle in the snow.
There is also a strange old man.
The old Taoist priest had white hair and a childish face. It was a hot summer day, but he was wearing a black feathered crane cloak, which was tightly covering his body, leaving only a shriveled head exposed.
Wearing a Hunyuan scarf hat, the silver hair under the hat is meticulously combed, clean and reflective.
Dress neatly and elegantly.
But if you were like the two Yue girls, Zhao Qingxiu and Xuezhongzhu, if you looked closely beside him, you would immediately notice that the skin on the old Taoist priest's neck that was not covered by the crane cloak and fur was covered with rotten sores.
It is conceivable that under this set of crane cloaks and furs, there are poisonous sores all over the body.
But when I got closer to this strange old man, I couldn't smell any rancid smell. Instead, there was a faint medicinal fragrance.
The contrast between clean on the outside and sore on the inside is stark.
Not long ago, Xue Zhongzhu hurried back to Sanhuiyuan with Hepao Qiu Laodao.
Hehuo Qiu Laodao did not feel his pulse, but put his hands in his sleeves. He simply glanced at the familiar sick face of the brat on the hospital bed. The words he turned around and spoke were not polite at all, focusing on speed and sincerity.
But this sincerity made Zhao Qingxiu, who was taking care of her day and night, dumbfounded.
"What did you hear from the miraculous doctor?" Xue Zhongzhu closed his eyes and said word by word: "Seventh Junior Sister, don't waste your energy anymore."
"Miracle doctor's hand?" Before Zhao Qingxiu could speak, Hehuo Qiu Laodao gasped, rubbed his hands and said:
"It's rare for a lady to praise someone like this. How can I be so embarrassed? There are thousands of Taoist doctors from north to south in the world. Alas, the word "sage" is over-reputed. How can a poor Taoist and useless person dare to be a doctor?"
An embarrassed smile appeared on the face of Hehuo Qiu Laodao, who was full of humility. He paused and added cheerfully: "But in terms of gynecology, I am a little accomplished, so I can be called a master."
Xue Zhongzhu opened his eyes and said coldly: "Niubi is seeking death? Do you want to be imprisoned for another twenty years?"
"..." Heyi Qiu Laodao sneered.
When she saw Zhao Qingxiu opening her mouth to hold her sleeve again, Xue Zhongzhu suddenly fluttered her sleeve.
"The surnamed Sun, please stay and advise the Seventh Junior Sister." She said nothing and left with a cold snort.
Only Zhao Qingxiu and the old Taoist priest surnamed Sun were left in the house.
"You dumb girl, why are you looking at Pindao? Do you think those words were taught by your senior sister to Pindao?"
Old Monster Sun sneered and said very forcefully: "If you live under someone else's roof, you will live under someone else's roof. No one in this world can control the poor Taoist's mouth!"
Zhao Qingxiu opened a corner of the quilt, picked up Ouyang Rong's right wrist, and handed it to Old Monster Sun from afar, looking at him eagerly.
The corner of Old Monster Sun's mouth twitched, and he shouted: "I want to take a pulse. Do you understand? It's a terminal illness that can be seen at a glance. How can I take a pulse?"
Zhao Qingxiu shook his head.
"If you don't understand, then don't teach me how to do things. Taking pulse is the job of common doctors. Dumb girl, why do you care so much about him?"
Old Monster Sun looked at Zhao Qingxiu's disappointed face, paused, and couldn't help but said:
"Last time I made an exception to save him. I asked him kindly if he wanted a wife. He didn't care. Why do you care about him? You just ignored him."
"Ahh..."
"What? You said he didn't know you were there?"
Old Monster Sun sneered:
"Oh, dumb girl, I'm telling you, in this world, anything given to someone upside down, no matter how precious it is, will be discounted and devalued.
"Especially the love between a man and a woman, can you guarantee that even if he knows about it, he will cherish you? At that time, it will only be a momentary touch and enthusiasm. You will show your heart and soul and die without regrets, exposing your bottom line and getting more and more. In the future, the other party will become more and more aggressive, and he will feel comfortable asking for it. He will even hate you for not giving him enough, and hate you for making him unable to pay back.
"It doesn't matter if you become more of a virgin, or Yunmeng Jianze's future 'Yuanjun', in the end you will become worthless, or even be stepped on. This is unequal and abnormal love.
"What? You said that you gave these voluntarily, but when you gave them, you never thought about him paying them back? And you also wanted to disappear quietly without letting him know?
"No, you are not stubborn anymore. Why are you so stupid? If you ask him for something, the man may respect you. You don't want anything. You, you, you... are so angry!"
I don't know why, Old Monster Sun is deeply involved in this, and hates that iron cannot become steel.
"Ah ah." Zhao Qingxiu opened her mouth, her little face lost in thought.
"No, you girl, why are you staring at Pindao like that again? Are you curious about why Pindao knows so much? You wonder why Pindao knows so much!"
Old Monster Sun, who ended up with sores all over his body, was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. His fur suddenly exploded. He was angry for a while, then suddenly calmed down and turned around:
"Listen to others' advice and have enough to eat. Whether you like it or not, this brat is hopeless and will be finished in one glance.
"Let's go back to Yunmengze with your senior sister. Pindao hasn't finished playing chess with his old inmate in the water prison yet. Go back quickly to prevent that old guy from stealing my chess pieces. Don't let Pindao catch him." Already..."
At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from the courtyard outside.
Xie Lingjiang, who had not seen him for many days, rushed back and walked into the house.
She was slightly startled when she saw a strange old man dressed strangely in the room.
Zhao Qingxiu stood up in surprise, pointed at Old Monster Sun, and introduced him with a series of "babbles". Xie Lingjiang seemed to understand, and tilted his head slightly: "Is this the miracle doctor brought by the queen?"
Zhao Qingxiu nodded, and Old Monster Sun suddenly became serious, with a solemn look on his face, and made a hand gesture with one palm:
"Blessings are immeasurable and the deity has incredible merits."
"Alas, I can't afford to be a miracle doctor." Old Monster Sun shook his head, pointing to the hospital bed behind him, and said regretfully: "I am a poor man with few talents and little knowledge, and I am incompetent."
Xie Lingjiang frowned, thought for a while, and couldn't help but ask: "Fu Sheng Boundless Heavenly Lord? Are you a Taoist priest from Ge Zao Mountain?"
This is common knowledge in the world. As far as the Sanqing Taoist sect in the south is concerned, Taoist priests from different sects chant different Taoist names. The Taoist priests who say "the God of infinite blessings" are generally the Taoist priests of Gezaoshan who walk under the mountain and hang pots to help the world.
Old Monster Sun smiled silently, seeming to acquiesce, and said in a regretful tone: "Oh, it's just a poor Taoist and a disciple who doesn't have the skills. The girls should hire someone else."
Xie Lingjiang glanced sideways.
At this moment, two figures appeared outside the door again.
"Thank you, friend, for your invitation."
"Taoist Master, please."
I saw an elegant middle-aged Confucian scholar and an old Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown walking into the house together with humility and courtesy.
It was Xie Xun, Taoist Priest Chongxuzi who was very senior to Ge Zaoshan.
We should have been reminiscing outside the door just now.
"The blessings of the immeasurable Heavenly Lord are inconceivable merits." As soon as Chong Xuzi entered the room, he bent down slightly, shook his fly whisk, and bowed his hands to everyone in the room.
Old Monster Sun's expression changed slightly.
Xie Lingjiang asked curiously: "Your Excellency, senior Chongxuzi is also a Taoist priest from Zaoshan in Yuqing Pavilion. He is from the same school as you and has superb medical skills. Do you know him?"
Chong Xuzi couldn't help turning his head:
"Which peak of Gezao Mountain does your Excellency come from? What is the name of "三山 bleeding"? I have lived in Gezao Mountain for a long time. I may not be able to recognize you from the younger generation, but I am familiar with the older Yuqing Taoist priests. Why do I look at you with a bit of contempt? Health? How long has it been since you returned to the mountain?"
The corners of Old Monster Sun's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at his nose and heart without saying a word.
It seemed that he was as mute as Zhao Qingxiu next to him.
Chong Xuzi, Xie Lingjiang, and Xie Xun couldn't help but take a second look at this strange old man.
Xie Lingjiang shook his head, looked back, and got down to business today:
"Come and pretty girl, by coincidence, I also know a miracle doctor, Taoist Priest Chong Xuzi from Gezao Mountain. Maybe he can save senior brother. Please step aside from this... um, the miracle doctor, and let Senior Chong Xuzi Check your pulse, Senior Brother."
"Yeah!"
Zhao Qingxiu's eyes brightened and she nodded quickly.
Old Monster Sun narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this.
The two left the hospital bed.
"Senior Chongxu, please." Xie Lingjiang gestured sideways.
Chong Xuzi nodded and stepped forward. When he passed Old Monster Sun, he suddenly stopped, turned to look at the simple Hunyuan scarf worn by the latter, and asked:
"You are a fellow Taoist of the Zhongnan Mountain Tower Temple Taoist sect, right?"
Old Monster Sun waved his hand and said in an impatient tone: "Go, go, go, just treat the disease. Why are you meddling in so many other things?"
Looking at the weird-tempered old man Hepao Qiu, Xie Lingjiang frowned slightly, and Zhao Qingxiu gently pulled Old Wei Sun's sleeve and pulled him to the outer room.
He smiled casually at Xuzi, seeming to be amused but not angry.
He walked straight to the bed and sat down, grabbed Ouyang Rong's right wrist, and while quietly feeling his pulse, the old Taoist squinted at the scene outside the window, seemingly in a trance.
Shao Qing frowned at Xu Zi, his face becoming more and more serious.
Xie Lingjiang couldn't wait to ask: "Old senior, how is the situation? How can senior brother revive him?"
He nodded to Xuzi, shook his head, looked at Xie Lingjiang and Zhao Qingxiu, who looked concerned in front of them, and said slowly:
"Your senior brother's pulse is stable and his body is fine, but his mental energy is weak. He seems to be weak, as if he has lost his soul. He never wakes up. I have never heard of this kind of disease in my many years of practicing medicine."
"Is there any way to cure it?" Xie Lingjiang was concerned.
Chong Xuzi asked back: "How did your senior brother get injured and become like this?"
Zhao Qingxiu was present and felt her gaze on her. Xie Lingjiang's face turned red and he hesitated:
"It's...in order to protect me, he used too much Qi. He just practiced Qi not long ago..."
We can't directly say that the senior brother forcibly activated a mythical cauldron sword to kill the fifth grade with the ninth grade, right? It is estimated that others would not believe it if I told him. The most important thing is that it would reveal the identity of the senior brother as the sword holder.
"well."
He sighed at Xuzi and asked no more questions. It would be useless to pursue this further.
After a long silence, under the expectant gazes of everyone, he shook his head and said:
"With such a terminal illness, Pindao can only think of ways to practice a furnace of pills to keep his breath alive for a long time and keep hope. As for whether he can wake up in the future, it depends on fate."
After a pause, he couldn't help but explain to everyone who looked disappointed:
"Pindao and Ge Zaoshan's medical skills can only do this. His symptoms are indeed strange. I don't know if he has been exposed to any strange things that caused such strange symptoms."
He sighed at Xuzi with a regretful tone:
"It is undoubtedly a terminal illness. There is probably no medical skill in the world that can cure it..."
"Fucking fart." At this time, someone in the room suddenly sneered and shook his head, muttering in a low voice: "You guys are useless because your Zaoshan is not good. There is no cure in the world. Don't be ashamed. This fart disease is not common in Pindao." Sprinkle some water, at most the medicinal materials will be troublesome..."
The sound was not loud, but in the ears of everyone in the room, who were all Qi practitioners with sharp ears and eyes, it was like a sudden appearance and lingered on.
Swish, brush, brush! Everyone's eyes were focused on the old Taoist priest in the outer room who was pouring tea.
Xie Lingjiang blurted out: "What do you mean, sir? Can you cure senior brother?"
Old Monster Sun snorted and ignored him.
Chong Xuzi glanced at him and said calmly: "Monks don't lie. Alas, before today, Pindao still respected the Louguan Taoist sect..."
"Do you want your respect?" Old Monster Sun was unhappy and said bluntly: "Who do you think you are?"
The whole place fell silent.
This curse word I learned from someone was surprisingly effective. Old Monster Sun suddenly felt at ease, and he was very pleased with the sight of someone on the hospital bed:
"Still lying? It's just a minor illness, nothing worth mentioning."
Chong Xuzi's expression returned to normal, and he pointed to the ancient temple outside the window: "I think it's impossible, but I'm sure that even if the Buddha came to treat this disease, he would also say it's impossible."
Old Monster Sun laughed:
"Buddha said no, I said yes!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into silence.
Old Monster Sun waved his hand and chased people away arrogantly:
"Go, go, you Yuqing Taoist priests are not good enough. Hurry back to the mountain gate and practice again. Don't crowd here, delaying Pindao's rescue of people. Go out, and you two Confucian scholars, get out. This son, Pindao will heal you!"
Xie Lingjiang and Xie Xun looked at each other.
Chong Xuzi had a thoughtful look on his face, and he was kicked out of the door together with the first two people. He suddenly asked:
"What is your relationship with the Yao Wangsun of Zhongnan Mountain?"
"Go! Go! Go."
Old Monster Sun turned a deaf ear and continued to drive away.
With a "swaying" sound, the door was slammed shut.
outside the door.
Xie Lingjiang frowned and worried.
After coming all the way here only to be scorned and bumped into, Chong Xuzi was not angry at all. He thought for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and said to Xie Lingjiang seriously:
"This person is not simple. Let him give it a try. Pindao only has the worst strategy, so let's use it as a guarantee and see if he can come up with the best strategy and make him rejuvenate."
"But..." Xie Lingjiang hesitated, but Chong Xuzi couldn't understand the complicated expressions and worries in his eyes.
"Fellow Daoist Chongxu just did a good job in stimulating generals." Xie Xun, who had been silent in the room, stroked his beard and nodded.
Chong Xuzi sighed and nodded, muttering: "This weird and excitable character is too much like that rumored master..."
At this moment, inside the house.
Xie Lingjiang, Chong Xuzi and others were driven away.
In front of the hospital bed, Zhao Qingxiu and Old Monster Sun were left alone again.
Old Monster Sun walked directly to the bed, grabbed Ouyang Rong's right wrist, and felt the pulse with two fingers in a strange posture. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Zhao Qingxiu looked at him with a strange and... little complaint.
The old Taoist priest blew his beard and stared:
"What are you looking at? Pindao just didn't think of rescuing Fang Zi. When that half-hearted guy from Ge Zaoshan came, he started talking nonsense and swayed half a bucket of water. Pindao was amused. As soon as Pindao was in a good mood, he started talking again. Remember the recipe to save people, okay?
"As for feeling the pulse, it's just for confirmation... Anyway, I have to be serious."
"This brat is lucky."
"..."
Zhao Qingxiu nodded quickly, ran to pour a cup of tea for the old Taoist priest with a naughty temperament, and presented it carefully.
Old Monster Sun did not take the tea cup, his expression suddenly changed, and he said calmly:
"Mute girl, it's no use trying to show favors or being nice this time. Last time I rescued him in the underground palace of this temple, Pindao said it. Do you still remember those words?"
Zhao Qingxiu nodded slowly.
"In exchange for his life, Pindao will take something from you. Like all people who come to Pindao for medical treatment, this is the rule. I ask again, do you know?"
"Hey!" Zhao Qingxiu nodded without hesitation this time.
Old Monster Sun looked at the mute girl's clear, unflinching eyes and couldn't help but said, "Why don't you ask what it is?"
Zhao Qingxiu smiled lightly.
As if to say, as long as she has it.
Old Monster Sun sighed and waved his hand feebly:
"No matter, no matter what, you go and call your senior sister. To save him, we need a strange medicine. As far as Pindao knows, only your female monarch palace has some left."
"Ah?" The mute girl tilted her head curiously.
Old Monster Sun said leisurely:
"One of the five most bizarre insects in ancient times, the one that your Lady Palace once exclusively used for Yinjun... the tortoise-shell longhorned beetle."
(End of chapter)
