Wisteria has no rhizomes.
In other words, the vines in the city have no roots.
Li Changan explored the city and discovered a shocking fact.
In Xiaoshui City, the same purple wisteria plants are found in every corner.
He followed the direction of the wisteria vines and walked all over Xiaoshui, looking for them from noon to late at night.
unconsciously.
We are already on an unknown mountainside outside the city.
The wind was howling all around, the rain was falling, and there were ghosts and shadows in the whirling strange trees.
And look back to where we came from.
Xiaoshui City is located in the night rain, and only dim lights and a faint outline can be seen.
If you draw the outline of Li Changan's exploration route, you will find that wisteria is to Xiaoshui what blood vessels are to the body.
The blood vessels will eventually lead to the heart, and the vines will eventually come from... Li Changan turned around and looked at a familiar mountain gate lying in the deep forest, with three words written on the door plaque.
Water moon view.
…
Although Shuiyue Temple is in the deep forest, it is not deserted.
Because there were demons imprisoned on the mountain, the county government sent many officers and archers to guard it.
These guys are usually very lazy, but seeing the heavy rain today, they are even more unwilling to be on duty honestly. One by one, they huddled in the corridors and under the eaves, took out the wine, meat, and gambling equipment they had secretly brought, and gathered together to hide from the rain and have fun.
When Leng Buding bumped into Li Changan, he was furious.
Apart from trembling with fear, I was also curious.
Two Taoists, isn't one guarding monsters on the mountain, and the other killing monsters at the foot of the mountain? Why is someone named Li here tonight?
The Taoist priest could not care about their doubts. In his eyes, there were only vines extending deeper into the Taoist temple.
finally.
He found a small courtyard, a remote and untouched courtyard.
The Taoist priest looked at the courtyard. The more he looked at it, the more surprised he became.
The layout and layout of this courtyard are exactly the same as those of Yujia Di Store!
The same zigzag corridor, the same exquisite courtyard, the same tall locust trees, and the same wisteria surrounds.
only.
The yard in front of me is older and more dilapidated.
The locust tree in the middle of the courtyard is not as lush as the one in the di shop. It seems to have been infected by a disease and has lost all its leaves. Only its bare branches poke out of the rain curtain.
Particularly different is of course the wisteria that surrounds the yard. The wisteria here has rhizomes and is rooted in the soil, which is the source of the wisteria that grows all over Xiaoshui.
and……
The Taoist held up a lantern and took a closer look.
There is actually a tomb hidden deep in the vines.
A simple, solitary earthen grave.
Whose tomb?
Li Changan's heart beat violently.
He had a vague hunch that all his questions would be answered from this lonely tomb.
Without thinking, he stepped forward and brushed away the vines wrapped around the tombstone.
The dusty inscriptions were unveiled little by little.
"Unfilial disciple Yu from Lushan..."
"Fellow Daoist Li."
behind.
The sudden call made Li Changan's tailbone stand up.
He turned back sharply.
"Yu Zhenren?"
But behind the curtain of rain, I saw Yu Mei, the real person of Qingping, standing in front of the door, holding a lantern in her hand, and the dim firelight reflected her old face full of sadness.
With nostalgia in her eyes, she carefully looked at every plant and tree in the courtyard.
"This is the courtyard where an old friend once lived. It has not been opened for decades since her death. I don't want to set foot in it again, but it's because of Fellow Daoist Li."
Li Changan unconsciously held onto the hilt of his sword.
"The real person is looking for a junior?"
Master Qingping nodded, and sighed quietly, and his body seemed to be a little more rickety.
The words that came out next were so soft that they were almost inaudible in the rain; but they were so heavy that just a few words shook Li Chang'an's mind.
…………
Two flowers bloom, one on each side.
The mountain behind the water moon view.
Deep inside the demon's "prison".
Another conversation is quietly taking place.
"Daozhang Feng is proficient in pharmacology, so you should know what 'Wei Qi' is?"
The dim and cramped room was filled with the lingering stench of blood.
Under heavy confinement, the doctor was still hung on the stone wall by an iron hook. Different from the previous days, now he had his eyes gouged out, his ears cut off, his fingers smashed, and his patella dug out... It can be said that he has tasted everything in the world. Torture, torture to the point of being rendered shapeless.
Not to mention ordinary people, even monsters should die.
But he was still able to look calm and talk eloquently.
opposite.
Feng Chong frowned, quite confused.
It's not that I doubt the doctor's liveliness, after all, he has this "respectable appearance", and it was Feng Chong who "tested" it bit by bit. He was confused as to why the doctor, who had been silent for several days, took the initiative to speak again today. And asked such a puzzling question?
Wei Qi?
Of course Feng Chong knew it, or everyone who studied medicine should know it.
But what does this have to do with the demon epidemic in the city?
Anyway, a lot of time was spent on the doctor, so he didn't care about such a short period of time.
So Feng Chong answered patiently. (The following is purely nonsense from another world)
"Gai Yang Qi changes, originates in the spleen and stomach, travels outside the pulse, protects the muscle surface, and resists external evils."
"Do you know 'swallowing thieves'?"
The doctor asked another question.
"The God of Soul, removes all evil, evil, evil and poison from the body."
The doctor asked again: "Does the Taoist know about water poison, malaria, and worms?"
"It's all a disease caused by poisonous insects invading the body." As he said this, Feng Chong glanced at the doctor with disdain, "It's the same as you."
After more than ten days of autopsy and testing, Feng Chong found nothing, at least he could conclude that the doctor's body must be some kind of parasite.
"Of course."
But the doctor was not angry, or he had never had the emotion "angry" on his face. He just stared at Feng Chong with his dark eyes and laughed silently.
"Mortals have defensive energy outside to protect their bodies, and inside they have swallowing thieves to cure illnesses."
"If the defensive qi is strong, all evils will not invade; if the swallowing thief is strong, all diseases will disappear on their own."
"But in the Lingnan and western Yunnan areas where poisonous insects are common, no matter how strong a person is, they cannot withstand the disease caused by water poisonous insects. Does Mr. Feng know why?"
Water poison is actually schistosomiasis. As for why Wei Qi (resistance) and swallowing thieves (immunity) cannot cure schistosomiasis, how does Feng Chong know? Just silence.
The doctor didn't take it seriously and continued:
"Because the worms invade the human body through the orifices, bypassing the skin, the Wei Qi cannot resist the worms. After the worms parasitize the human body, they assimilate with the flesh and blood. When they enter the spleen, they turn into the spleen, and when they enter the stomach, they turn into the stomach. It’s hard to distinguish between thieves and insects, so how can we get rid of them?”
"So, any doctor who treats the poisonous insects can only use heavy medicine."
"May I ask, sir, is the heavy medicine poisonous?"
Feng Chong can answer this question.
"Three-drug."
He was not interested in listening to the doctor's nonsense, so he simply explained the method of treating the insect.
"Any doctor who treats parasitic diseases must first regulate the yin and yang, warm and nourish the body, and then apply heavy medicine. Use heavy medicine to remove the poisonous insects, and then use the health qi and swallow the thieves to remove the poison."
This method was also used by Feng Chong, but it could only treat patients who had demon worms in their abdomens but had not yet transformed into demons. But those who have become demons are difficult to deal with.
Feng Chong didn't want to talk about these useless things with the doctor anymore, so he asked directly:
"What does this have to do with the demon plague?"
As soon as these words came out, there was a moment of silence in the venue.
The doctor kept looking at Feng Chong, the corners of his mouth slowly cracked, and finally, he burst out laughing.
"No, no, no, it's not relevant."
He was out of breath laughing.
"It's just that I have been hiding these words in my heart for a long time. If I don't express them quickly now, I'm afraid I won't have another chance."
The laughter echoed in the small room, making Feng Chong's eyes darken a little bit.
finally.
"What a sin! How dare you entertain a certain family."
He was so angry that he picked up the knife and was about to cut out the man's tongue.
Hateful thoughts arise.
Feng Chong was shocked.
In these days, although he had disemboweled, skinned and cramped many monsters on the mountain, gouged out their eyes and ears, and removed their hearts and kidneys, he had done so to develop antidotes or verify the true identity of the monsters, and there was absolutely no selfish resentment in them.
But just now, because of the doctor's shouts, he actually had the idea of "torture to vent his anger", which is the right way and is not allowed by the teacher's teachings.
He was inexplicably uneasy.
Is it because of the long-term accumulation of fatigue and the anxiety of repeated failures that lead to unstable mood, or...
"Taoist Priest!"
Suddenly, an anxious cry rang out from the cave.
A policeman from the guard?
But aren't these officials afraid of the monsters in the cave and have never dared to enter the cave?
Feng Chong's heart suddenly became uneasy.
He rushed out and saw a government servant stumbled in.
"What happened?"
"Boss Boss, Boss Bo..."
The yamen servant raised his face. Sweat, tears, and nasal mucus were mixed together. It was unclear whether he was panic, fear, or sadness.
"...killed!"
