"Who is Wannian Gong?"
Huangwei kept his secrets and always refused to speak directly. He asked Li Changan to follow him to meet him, so he would naturally know about it.
The swordsman led two ghosts and a cat along the trail to a mountain pass and saw a corridor in the forest.
The corridor is arched by tree roots and flower vines, and winds all the way down along the terrain.
Step into it and gradually deepen.
But the sky on both sides seemed to be blocked by something, and the moonlight was not visible, but there were many fireflies floating inside and outside the corridor, just like stars converging into the Milky Way, illuminating the rocks and vegetation along the way.
We walked for about a quarter of an hour.
Arriving at the end of the corridor, at the end was a tile-roofed pink wall that stretched as far as the eye could see, with a moon gate embedded in the wall.
There were bursts of music from the moon gate.
The cat couldn't wait and rushed in.
Immediately.
Then I heard the coquettish sound of "Meow Meow" and the playfulness of He Wumei.
…
Inside the Moon Gate is a courtyard lit by fireflies.
Apart from He Wumei, there was only one man in a wheelchair in the courtyard.
It should be the Wannian Gong that swordsmen call him.
The Taoist priest originally thought that Wannian Gong was an old man with a long beard as his name suggests, but unexpectedly, he turned out to be a slim man in his thirties, with a clear and handsome appearance. He was as handsome as the Wuchen monk he had seen before.
Li Changan came in and asked first, "Is Wu Niang okay?"
He Wumei glanced at the man secretly and nodded lightly.
Seeing that she didn't seem to be faking it, Li Changan bowed to the man and said, "Is this your honor, Lord Wannian?"
The man's expression was very kind, but Li Changan always felt inexplicably awkward.
He saluted from his wheelchair: "I've met Taoist Li. I'm not good at walking. I can't greet you from afar, so I still hope to see you."
As he said that, he saw the tattered robe in front of Li Changan, his expression changed, and he turned to the swordsman.
"You idiot! I asked you to welcome guests, but you started fighting with the Taoist priest?"
The swordsman was a tall and powerful man, but at this moment he looked like a child who had been caught by an adult stealing food, and his movements showed a bit of trepidation.
"That little guy..."
Man: "It's Huang Langjun."
Huang Wei quickly waved his hand, not even daring to say anything.
The swordsman was stunned.
"Then Yellow Tail..."
Seeing that the man did not refute, he continued:
"The Taoist boasted so much that I felt itchy..."
"You!" The man shook his head and apologized to the Taoist priest. "Children like me have lived in the mountains for a long time. I don't know the etiquette. I act recklessly and offend the Taoist priest."
He has a child at one mouth, and Li Changan also understands why he feels awkward. Where there is kindness on his face, he is clearly kind.
The Taoist priest murmured that it would be more appropriate if you were an old man with a white beard, but he said calmly: "It doesn't matter to me. I haven't moved my muscles and bones for a long time, but it feels good to do it occasionally."
Pointing at He Wumei.
"But Dean He is just an ordinary person. How have you ever seen a demon attacking people in the middle of the night?"
He Wumei, who was silently petting the cat next to her, said "Hey" and whispered: "It's okay with me too."
"It was my negligence." Hearing this, Wan Niangong sighed deeply and apologized to He Wumei, "I thought that if I restrained the child and tried my best to entertain him, I would be able to alleviate the offense tonight. But I didn't take into account that the lady is a mortal. No matter what happens in this deep mountain ghost realm, I will inevitably feel terrified in my heart."
"I will send Bronze Tiger to take my wife home later."
There was no intention in his words to ask He Wumei to treat him.
Tonghu, the swordsman, immediately shouted: "My grandpa always said that we should not underestimate others, how come you underestimate the medical skills of the ghost doctor first?!"
"Nonsense!" Wan Niangong said in a serious tone, "My disease is useless, don't you know?"
Tonghu groaned and said nothing.
"Mr. Lang's words are wrong."
It was He Wumei who interrupted.
When others look at He Wumei, they think she is a typical Jiangnan woman, slender and soft-spoken, and always speaks in a soft voice. But those who know her well know that she has a strong and tenacious heart, otherwise she would not be able to shoulder the burden of the Salesian Home alone.
She might laugh it off when it comes to her piano skills, poetry, cooking skills, and embroidery, but when it comes to her medical skills, she unexpectedly shows a stronger side.
"Without diagnosis, how can we say that medicine and stone are useless? Besides, how can we let down the Bronze Tiger brothers..." She glanced at Wannian Gong's young and handsome face, and hesitated for a while, "...filial piety?"
"It's extreme, it's extreme."
Tong Hu quickly responded loudly.
As he spoke, he turned his head and said happily: "Xiao Qi is back!"
Immediately, there were cheerful voices outside the door.
"Grandpa! Big brother! Am I back?"
A young man burst in suddenly, bowed casually to everyone around him, grabbed the teapot on the table, and poured it into his mouth.
He was holding a familiar bamboo box in his hand.
Tonghu stopped him first and asked in a pretentious manner: "Have you disturbed anyone?"
The young man threw down the teapot and said nonchalantly: "Brother, don't you know what I am capable of? Even in the cave city, I can come and go at my own will, let alone a mere kindness..."
Tonghu coughed quickly. The young man realized that he had made a mistake, so he quickly covered his mouth and said with a smile:
"I 'borrowed' it secretly."
Tonghu nodded slightly in approval, took the bamboo box, brought it to He Wumei, and bowed it sincerely to the end.
He Wumei didn't say anything, she only focused her gaze on Wannian Gong together with the "people" in the scene.
He shook his head and laughed.
"That's fine."
…………
Wannian Gong rolled up his lower garment and untied his shin coat.
Li Changan's brows jumped, and He Wumei even exclaimed.
But there was not a single piece of good flesh on his legs from the knees down, they were all swollen. There are red swellings on top of bruises, yellow swellings on top of red swellings, and black swellings on top of yellow swellings.
The two legs looked like two large radishes that had been deformed by radiation.
The skin is as thin as a film, and people are always afraid that the pus and blood wrapped in it will burst out at any time.
But He Wumei still had a sense of responsibility as a doctor, suppressed her discomfort, and started to check carefully.
for a long time.
She said slowly: "It should be caused by long-term exposure to poisonous substances."
Wan Niangong said with a smile: "My wife is really good at medicine."
He Wumei breathed a sigh of relief, and her confidence obviously increased.
"To cure this disease, we have to avoid the source of the poison, scrape off the rotten flesh with a knife, and take medicine internally and externally. But..."
There was hesitation on her face again.
There is no need to scrape off the carrion from Wannian Gong's legs, they are clearly full of carrion. He cut it directly, but it was neat.
"It doesn't matter." Wannian Gong comforted, "I'm not a human being, so just go ahead and cut it off."
He Wumei was finally reassured.
He asked Tonghu to prepare a wooden basin, water, liquor, and a belt. While waiting, he talked about the medicinal materials that would be needed later.
After hearing this, the young man named "Xiao Qi" immediately wanted to go to the city to "borrow" it again.
He Wumei quickly stopped him: "No need to bother, these medicinal herbs are all available on the mountain. I saw them on the roadside when I went up the mountain."
She described the location and appearance of the herbs, and the boy went out happily.
…
Not long after.
The equipment is good.
He Wumei cleaned the knife, used strong alcohol to relieve Wan Niangong's pain, and tied the leg sockets with a belt to prevent excessive blood loss.
Before going under the knife.
Wannian Gong handed over a jade-like leaf.
"The lady wears this leaf on her body, which can detoxify all kinds of poisons and ward off miasma."
He Wumei was taken aback and hurriedly postponed it.
"It's not a valuable thing." Wan Niangong repeatedly asked her to accept it. "Besides, this leaf is not only a diagnostic tool, but also a tool for treating diseases."
He Wumei kept the letter and doubts in her hair.
Then he concentrated on the sword.
The moment the tip of the knife cuts through the skin.
An unspeakable stench and evil aura spread.
As soon as it entered his nose, it was as if thousands of ice thorns were stuffed into every pore, giving Li Changan an inexplicably familiar feeling of chill and trembling.
Unconsciously, I took a few steps back and suddenly remembered that the thing in the courtyard was not "Xi".
Look at the field again.
The green leaves in He Wumei's hair gave off a shallow light, protecting her from being affected and allowing her to concentrate on scraping away the rot.
Half an hour passed like this.
Two pots of dirty blood were collected, and one pot of rotten flesh was cut off.
The white bones of Wannian Gong's legs were already exposed, and the flesh was visible under the knife. The pus and blood had drained out, and blood was gushing out.
There is a sweet smell in the air, and it feels cool when entering the nose.
He Wumei regained her energy and became more precise with her sword strokes.
Another half hour passed.
The carrion was finally removed, but Wannian Gong's legs were almost only bones, with some scattered muscles.
Compared to the previous swollen appearance, it was hard to say which one was more terrifying between the two.
Wan Niangong didn't take it seriously. He even got up from his wheelchair and walked around the yard with his two leg bones.
"I have been suffering from severe illness for many years, but I feel relieved today."
After that, he bowed to He Wumei to express his thanks.
He Wumei responded dumbly, her eyes still staring straight at the pair of bones, with a serious expression and dull eyes, like a husky.
What I was thinking was that if I scrape the carrion, I should apply medicine. But there are only bones left, is it still necessary to apply medicine?
Leng Leng thought for a while.
Only then did he have to admit that his medical plan had failed and had to declare the operation over.
Wannian Gong saw that she was in a lethargic state. The one-hour operation consumed too much of her energy, so she no longer allowed any guests, and sent people, ghosts, and cats out the door.
"Ms. He, Taoist Li, Huang Langjun and this little kitten, see you later."
Li Changan was about to say goodbye, but found that the Wannian Justice in the Moon Gate was getting farther and farther away from him.
No.
It's not that he's moving away.
Instead, the corridor under his feet was gradually receding.
Looked in surprise.
I also saw that leaf-like patterns appeared on the white walls, paint tiles of the Moon Gate, and even the blue bricks on the ground. The patterns became more and more fine and clear.
finally.
Pusu~
Everything in sight is scattered into branches and leaves, green, light green, dark green, prosperous, sparse, stretching in all directions.
The corridor recedes faster and faster, and people walking in it feel as if they are on a train, with the scenery on both sides flying forward. Flowers, grass, streams, earth, rocks, vines, everything, after being thrown into the distance one after another, disintegrated and turned into branches and leaves of a tree, stretching to their heart's content.
When Li Changan came to his senses, he was already at the edge of a valley.
There is a huge banyan tree growing in the center of the valley, which is as tall as the cliff. Its extremely dense canopy spreads out, almost filling the entire valley.
Scattered moonlight leaked from the edge of the tree crown and fell into the black pool at the foot of the giant tree. The dark, silent pool water was like an abyss. The moonlight flowed in, but never returned, without any reflection.
Li Changan stared at the past.
I shivered inexplicably.
…………
Tan Qiu'er has always been unwilling to reveal his identity as the boss of the Tang cat world to He Wumei.
So when everyone returned to the Taoist temple, the cats had dispersed, and only Xiaoqi and a few human-like ghosts were guarding the picked herbs.
But how does he know how to collect medicine? I just estimated the location and found that every blade of grass had been pulled out, leaving only the ground to be shoveled.
So in the Taoist temple, "herbal medicine" is piled up into a hill.
He Wumei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she had to go up and pick it up, but her movements became slower and slower.
"Brother Bronze Tiger."
She finally stopped.
Tonghu responded quickly: "What are your orders, madam?"
He Wumei stroked the green leaves in her hair with her fingertips, hesitated again and again, and asked softly: "My medicine is actually useless for the Wannian Master, right?"
Tonghu was speechless for a moment and scratched the hair on the back of his head.
"My lord said that I can't bear to reject you because of my kindness."
He Wumei sighed softly and asked again: "The real body of the Wannian Langjun is the big banyan tree in the valley?"
"Thousands of years ago, Xu Tianshi ordered powerful men to move to Feilai Mountain. Because this mountain has no roots and is easy to move, it will hurt other people in the future. So I planted it with my own hands and ordered him to use the tree roots as the roots of Feilai Mountain to make Feilai Mountain permanent."
"The cause of Lang Jun's illness is the black pool in the valley?"
Tonghu was silent for a while.
"We are originally fierce ghosts with too much resentment and resentment. We are not allowed to live in Qiantang. Fortunately, my lord takes us in and we have a place to stay. But because of the accumulation of our resentment, it has condensed into a black pool in the valley..."
He didn't want to say any more.
…………
No need to pick up any more decoctions.
Everyone picked some herbs and went down the mountain.
We left the Taoist temple all the way, walked down the mountain road, passed through the wormwood bushes, and in a blink of an eye, the door of our house was in front of us.
He Wumei couldn't help but look back where she came from.
The fog is vast, and the mountains and moon are nowhere to be seen.
She murmured to herself: "What a pity."
Li Changan asked: "What's the pity?"
She smiled.
"It's a pity that the buttermilk was spilled."
