"real?"
Priest Lingyu was startled and pulled off a few strands of his beard.
He thought he was going to continue persuading him, but the other party agreed so easily? It always feels unreal.
Xihe nodded: "Of course, but I also have requirements."
"Require?"
Taoist Priest Lingyu was surprised, and when he saw the woman across from him smiling and saying nothing, he immediately felt embarrassed and said, "Of course, of course, you should have requests. Don't hesitate to ask, Mr. Cheng. As long as you can do it, I, Luo Songguan, will try my best to satisfy you."
Suddenly, he asked, how could such a busy man suddenly come to Luosongguan? It turned out that I wanted something.
Xihe also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Luo Songguan asked, everything would be easy to handle.
She looked towards the elder's residence in the east: "I want to ask for something from the hands of Taoist Priest Qingyu." Passing by the elder's residence just now, Fu Lu noticed that the smell of antlers was coming from the courtyard where Elder Qingyu lived.
Taoist Priest Lingyu was stunned and suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "Senior Brother Qingyu?"
Xihe noticed it and suddenly felt bad: "But what's wrong?"
Taoist Master Lingyu didn't want to answer at first, but considering that there was indeed very little food left in the temple, it was not easy to meet someone as rich as Cheng Dong's family. After thinking about it, he decided to elaborate on the reason.
It turns out that Taoist priest Qingyu's Taoist companion was injured and fell into a coma ten years ago, so that he didn't want to see anyone except the doctor and stayed with his wife all day long.
Taoist Master Lingyu was in a dilemma: "I'm afraid senior brother doesn't want to see you."
Ten years ago?
Xihe immediately thought of the demonic path and the fight that Master Ziyang said, and he suddenly felt confident in his heart: "If this is the case, Taoist Master Qingyu must meet me."
Half an hour later, the group entered the residence of Taoist Priest Qingyu.
Lingyu, Fuchen and others were waiting in the courtyard. There were only Xihe, Fulu and the gloomy-looking Taoist Priest Qingyu in the room.
After Fu Lu checked, he said directly: "Can it be saved?"
Fulu nodded, Qingyu's gloomy face suddenly couldn't believe it. He had asked too many people, and everyone's answer was the same. He couldn't be saved. Even Nantang Wuqing Temple had a temple owner who was competing with the King of Hell. There is nothing we can do, but now an old man with no spiritual power in him actually says he can be saved? A fantasy!
He opened his mouth to reprimand, but Xihe was the first to say, "You should have listened to Taoist Priest Lingyu, we have requirements."
Taoist Priest Qingyu swallowed his words and looked at the two of them with a heavy gaze.
Xihe and Fulu looked at each other, then looked at the woman lying on the bed who was not sure whether she was alive or dead. His eyes fell on her hands and he said, "I want what is in her hands."
"no!"
Taoist priest Qingyu didn't even think about it.
Xihe's attitude was also very firm: "Then there's no need to talk."
Priest Qingyu was furious: "How dare you!" He drew out his sword and put it directly on Xihe's neck. As long as he pressed down, the soft neck would be separated from his body immediately, but Xihe was not afraid.
Fu Lu stood up immediately: "Cheng Ge!"
Xihe looked at Taoist Priest Qingyu: "Whether you want your wife to live or want things, it all depends on your thoughts."
Taoist Master Qingyu looked gloomy and stared at Xihe, but the sword in his hand could not go down no matter what. Maybe, maybe they could really save Ashuang, but... When he found his wife, she held her hand tightly She couldn't break it no matter how hard she held it, so it must be very important to her.
Taoist Priest Qingyu hesitated, but everyone outside the window heard the sound of weapons clashing and rushed in immediately:
"Brother!"
"Miss!"
The sword was pressed against Xihe's neck.
Everyone was shocked for a moment, and Alu was so frightened that he screamed: "What are you doing?"
Taoist Priest Lingyu rushed forward and swept away his sword. Qingyu staggered back two steps.
Xihe wiped his neck casually, not caring at all: "Have you thought clearly?"
Qingyu's chest heaved violently: "Okay!" However, his eyes were fixed on them and he gritted his teeth: "If you can't be saved, I will never let you go."
The thing was right in front of him, so Xihe didn't care about his attitude and said directly: "Okay."
After driving everyone out, the room suddenly became quiet. Xihe looked at Fu Lu, who then walked up to the person who was lying on the bed and didn't know whether he was alive or dead. He gently placed his hand on her head, and gently stretched his divine power into her brain. In the middle... this person was attacked on the head and his consciousness was damaged, so he remained drowsy.
Fu Lu's face gradually turned pale, and Xihe gave himself a knife. Seeing that it was inconvenient to hold the bowl, he directly put his hand to his lips.
Fulu paused and looked at her. Xihe's lips were pale and he smiled: "Come on."
Fu Lu didn't say anything, lowered his eyes and sucked gently.
The process was neither slow nor fast. After about an hour, Taoist Priest Qingyu from outside couldn't wait and barged in. Suddenly, the door creaked and opened from the inside. Xihe helped Fu Lu out and said, "Okay. , you will wake up at noon tomorrow."
Taoist Priest Qingyu rushed in. On the bed, his wife's complexion returned to a little rosy and she fell into a deep sleep.
He subconsciously looked at her palm and saw that the thing was gone.
He gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do.
Back in the guest room, Xihe casually told Alu a few words and then fell asleep on the bed. Alu was so distressed that he hurriedly used Luo Songguan's kitchen to cook a pot of blood-replenishing medicinal soup. The next day, Xihe was woken up. I drank several bowls of it.
Xihe didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You're not afraid of my nosebleeds either."
Most people can't bear to eat too much of this stuff.
Ah Lu put away the medicine jar and burst into tears: "I don't know what you are doing, slave? I only ask you a little, and nothing will happen!" Is it a joke to bleed so much all day long? How long has it been since it came out? Her young lady lost a lot of weight just on her wrists.
Unfortunately, she was just a maid and couldn't stop the young lady at all, so she could only find other ways to replenish her young lady's health.
Xihe suddenly felt soft: "Don't worry, nothing will happen to me."
She was still very tired. She yawned and lay down again: "Go and pour a few bowls for Mr. Fu. Put more ginseng and so on. Don't feel bad."
Ah Lu was unhappy: "You know how to care about him, but you also care about yourself!"
After all, according to her lady's wishes, she cut a whole century-old ginseng and put it into the medicine jar.
She had discovered a long time ago that Miss and Mr. Fu in her family were different from ordinary people. People took ginseng by the slice and were afraid of overdosing it, but Miss and Mr. Fu often had too little.
Ah Lu sighed, fortunately her young lady's family had a big business, otherwise she would not be able to afford it.
While everyone was waiting anxiously, Taoist Master Qingyu's wife faintly woke up at noon. Although it was only for a moment and then fell asleep again, it was enough to show how powerful Fulu was. This incident directly alarmed the viewer.
When Xihe woke up, the temple master was waiting in the courtyard.
She walked over with a smile: "Guanzhu."
The viewer looked behind her with curious eyes: "Mr. Fu?"
Xihe just said, "Not yet awake", and then he talked to the viewer about food, and gave them tokens directly, asking them to go to Cheng's store to get food... The viewer's eyes flashed: "Where does Mr. Cheng's family want to go next?" go?"
Xihe paused, slowly raised his head, and looked at the viewer.
