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"Thank you, Mu Niangniang, for the reward! Just pretend that my mistress doesn't know, and doesn't bother you to clean up. I will go up and down along the boundary of Liuzhi River to see who doesn't like it, so I look for bad luck. I don't have a lot of money, so I have to find a way to get it everywhere. point."

Little Ni'er cries for poverty, and doesn't shy away from Mulihua.

Mu Lihua mourned for those big and small monsters near the Liuzhi River, and the monks who occupied the mountain as kings. Take a cold shower.

She looks like a cute girl, she doesn't care about the lake at all.

She had to send a message to Zhou Zhi Feijian of the Wu Clan's site to inform him of this matter. From now on, Wu Xiu can't be allowed to enter the Liuzhihe site casually. Yang Shuilan misses the old love, but Xiao Ni'er doesn't care about it. It's no good to stay if she catches it. Wu Xiu is drowned The possibility of death is very high, her face will be taken care of once or twice, if there are too many times, Xiao Ni'er will not sell face.

Yang Shuilan appeared in a dark cave in the mine.

This place is less than ten miles away from the Liuzhi River. When the spies of Daolu Academy found the mine, they didn't dare to dig it secretly. After Daolu Academy found out, they had to cooperate with Yang Shuilan. It was too close.

The figure of Tu Kun slowly appeared on the stone seat above.

The mine's underground mines extend in all directions, and Tu Kun is the body of the earth spirit, who can control and cover it up.

"Little Ni'er has recovered to the fourth level of cultivation."

"It's a good thing. She went outside to be arrogant. The mine is located. It will be safer in the future."

"She just left the customs and is on the road of arrogance."

"Haha, as expected of Little Nier."

Chapter 559: On the Road, Concerned

Autumn goes and autumn comes again, year after year.

The donkey soared through the clouds and the fog, and took advantage of the night to fly down from the sky to a simple yard at the end of the town.

It vigorously shook off the dust and sand stained on its body, and had to run into the main room with the oil lamp on. With a slight movement of thought, it took out the wine jar from the storage space, and a thin silver thunder light flashed slightly, and it quickly tore off the mouth of the jar. Not a single piece of mud or slag will fall out of the mud seal and porcelain plug.

Smelling the aroma of the wine, it grinned and bared its teeth, smiling happily.

Then I looked at the master who was concentrating on reading with the soybean oil lamp, and invited: "Master, have a sip? I flew more than 800 miles on purpose to go to the good wine in Chenggu, Guzhou. The bad wine in this small place is too bad to drink. gone."

The priest was wearing an ordinary blue-gray cloth gown, with a sallow complexion, and looked at least ten years older than before.

"I think the local wine here has a unique flavor, like the knife style here, rough and strong, drinking it makes you sleep well."

Putting down the Chinese medicine book in his hand, the temple master picked up the teapot and poured himself a bowl of rough leaf tea. The amber color is red and bright, and there is no tea with a long fragrance. A large amount can quench your thirst.

The donkey took a sip of the fine wine from the altar, and a stream of clear wine flew into the donkey's mouth.

The house was filled with the smell of old wine, and the night outside was dark, occasionally two dogs barked.

It followed the temple master to measure it step by step, from south to north, and walked for a few months, watching the temple master forcibly walk his body to peace, and there was no trace of a monk anymore.

It is common for them to sleep in the wild on the way, and they encountered robbers a few times in the middle of the night.

Regardless of whether the temple master ignores sleep, it solves all troubles, big or small.

In the spring of that year, he stopped. With the household registration documents prepared in advance, the host bought a house, purchased dry land, and used it as a donkey to plow the land, all kinds of trivial things Encountered a lot.

Snatching water, stealing vegetables, occupying more land, nothing can make things happen.

Troubles come out of poverty, there are many unreasonable guys, and there are many sneaky people.

At night it stays in the dilapidated yard, thieves with knives come in groups to steal it openly, kick and kill it a few times, drag it out and throw it to the barren hills to feed the wolves, no one is alive or dead, not even a bloodstain. There is a lot of peace in Xiemen Village.

The temple owner has been a mortal with his face facing the loess and his back facing the sky for more than three years, but he still hasn't walked out of the "Road to Escape". This summer, he went to a small town called Luosha Lake in Guzhou, Northwest China. The temple owner bought a shop as a doctor , save the dying and heal the wounded, and find another way to get out of the mundane way.

The business has been open for more than two months, but there are only a few chronic illnesses that cannot be cured.

It knew that it was the other two doctors in the town who were doing the tricks, colluding with the ruffian wanderers in the town, spreading rumors, secretly threatening and other low-level methods, trying to get the master, a foreigner who has no heel and no wharf, People run away.

The donkey didn't seem impatient at all when he saw the viewer, and spent his days guarding the empty shop.

If it doesn't follow its violent temper, it will find a night to beat those jerks who are sap sticks, and use its hooves to teach those god-hating guys, so that they will be punished. For the rest of their lives, their mouths are crooked, their eyes are slanted, their saliva is drooling, and they can't walk smoothly. Unknowingly.

Every time it goes to play alone in Zhoucheng and Juncheng, when it enters the city gate, it directly throws out its identity token. The people in the city are well-informed, and they won't make a fuss about monks and spirit beasts flying in the sky.

Generous and generous, you can buy drinks with money casually.

If you dare to add water to the wine sold to it, it will scare some unruly guys to death by talking.

"Monastery Lord, when is the end of our 'Road to Transcendence'?"

The donkey has been around for almost four years, and it feels homesick.

If it continues aimlessly like this, it will soon advance to the fourth rank.

It doesn't need to go through the "heart gate" like a human monk to get out of the mortal way. The temple master gave it a panacea for accumulating good liquid, a drop of Shenyin accumulating good liquid, a 200-year-old purple ginseng, and a basin-sized A stalk of firebrown ganoderma lucidum, and many treasures of heaven and earth, when it reaches the level of cultivation, eat it all at once, don't you believe it won't make it through?

"I don't know yet. My cultivation base and state of mind have reached the critical point. It seems that I have stepped out of the 'out of the world', but I feel that I am still a little bit close. In this state, I am worried that my success will fall short."

Zhang Wenfeng finished his tea, stood up and walked to the yard.

The storefront he bought is the front shop and the backyard. He does not rely on business for food, but just a way to experience the life of ordinary people.

All kinds of being targeted and dealt with allowed him to experience the suffering of ordinary people at the bottom.

He also wants to endure wave after wave of pain tenaciously like a poor man in the country, and then use his wisdom to explore the world of mortals. Once he understands something, the Jedi will bloom. Unfortunately, the wish is good, and his life is different. .

He has something to gain, but also has something to be confused about, so he can't get up or down here.

The donkey was speechless, and bowed his head to drink.

It hurts to hear the troubles of human beings, so it's better to get drunk.

In the early morning of the second day, Zhang Wenfeng heard the commotion outside, so he went to the front and took down the long door bolt and the door panel, and a group of men rushed in carrying a bloody and horrific patient.

Someone shouted: "Mr. Zhang, help me."

When Zhang Wenfeng saw the crowd of spectators standing askew looking at a good show, he knew what was going on.

A disease that could not be cured by two shops came to find fault.

Fairy view.

Tu Kun was walking by the stream, the mines on the Liuzhi River had been exhausted, and the few remaining ore veins were being excavated by the monks sent by the Daolu Academy, so he didn't need to guard them.

After several years of retreat, Yang Shuilan left the seclusion a few days ago, and she actually quit the divine way and switched to the human way, and advanced to the Jindan realm, which surprised him, and he admired the courage of the woman. I'm afraid I dare not try.

There are too many risks and too many uncertain variables.

No wonder Little Ni'er has been showing his face in the Liuzhi River all these years, disturbing the three hundred miles along the river. It turned out to be a cover.

"How is the Lord's situation now?"

"It's still the same, treating people in Luoshahu Town."

Zhuang Yu took a step behind and replied respectfully.

The temple master seals the Qi mechanism and does not accept messages. As the temple master's disciple and the deacon of the Waiting for Opportunity Hall, he has always sent people to follow the temple master's movements. The mortal viewer pays attention to the existence of spies.

"The two monks from Great Liang should keep an eye on it. Before going out, the temple master told me that the crash of Bishuitang Blessed Land may cause huge disasters in Chongzhou. This is a major event."

"Yes, I have dispatched able-bodied personnel to watch over them, and Celestial Master Zhu Xun is currently with them."

"Zhu Xun is here too? That's okay, I'll be there in a few days. Go down and get busy."

"Yes, the disciple retire."

Zhuang Yu bowed his hands and waited for the guardian earth to go forward, then he turned and left.

In a few years, he had already set up a secret spy line with contacts in the eighteen prefectures of Da'an Dynasty. Fortunately, the head of the mountain never owed him money. Many of the staff kept secrets, and Wei Jingjie didn't want Wei Jingjie to know that the two had a few bad times.

At present, the head of the mountain is retreating, and it is Tu Hufa and Taoist Yue who are in charge.

What he did was for the sake of the sect, for the grace of Guanzhu, and also for his own cultivation path to obtain more cultivation resources.

I just hope that the temple master will return to the mountain sooner. There is still some difference between the gate with the temple master and the one without the temple master.

Chapter 560

"Does Mr. Zhang from Yishantang at the end of the street know? He usually smiles kindly and doesn't argue with others. A few days ago, he used such a thick sewing needle to make a hole in his stomach, and his intestines flowed out." The cut-off cowboy sewed up his belly, hey, my feet are numb just thinking about it, using the flesh on the belly as fabric and sewing it with needles, it’s so frightening!"

"Ah, is the cow baby alive?"

"Bullshit, Zhang Langzhong took the needles. If he didn't save his life on the spot, the uncles and brothers who gave the cow baby would not make a fuss. Two wanderers in the town stared at Zhang Langzhong and stitched his stomach with needles. Gabai, few dare to watch Lang Zhang stitching, just hearing that voice... hiss, I feel uncomfortable."

"Didn't it mean that He Langzhong and Hu Langzhong on the street secretly tripped up and wanted to run away that outsider Zhang Langzhong?"

"Ha, depending on them, they met fierce and ruthless characters who dared to mend their stomachs with sewing needles. They are now the eggplants beaten by Shuang--they are wilting. Yesterday, the Guo catchers from the yamen in the county town came to Yishan Hall, please Zhang The doctor will prescribe prescriptions for them when they see a doctor."

Luoshahu Town is not big, and when something happens, the neighbors talk about it, and it will soon spread from one end to the other.

Yishantang's business suddenly picked up. Of course, in border towns, there are only ten miles and eight villages to see a doctor. No matter how good the business is, it is impossible to be full of people. Except for the first three days when there are more people, there will be a few patients seeking medical treatment every day.

Zhang Wenfeng still reads most of the time, and goes out for a stroll in the morning and evening, and buys some food and noodles when he comes back.

The donkey carried two wooden barrels and walked leisurely on the street against the setting sun. Hearing some people in the neighborhood comment that "the donkey of Mr. Zhang's family is very spiritual, and can bring copper coins to buy water", he pumped water from the sweet water well at the east end of the town. water back.

The deep water well was dug by the ancestors of the Xu family, and there were dedicated people to help fetch water. Each bucket of water was paid one copper, and a bucket of water was delivered to the door for two coppers. The rich people in the town drank the water from Xu's well.

The donkey entered the backyard through the side door, closed the door with its hind hooves, and the buckets in the bamboo frame on its back flew up by itself, one fell into the kitchen and the other into the main room.

Zhang Wenfeng got up to scoop up water and light a charcoal fire to cook tea.

The only thing that satisfied him in the town was the well water, the tea was brewed with fresh water overnight, and the taste was very good.

The donkey babbled that it would go out to play for a few days, and would stay in the small yard every day, slapping its hands on a big place.

Zhang Wenfeng waved his hand, indicating that he knew.

He asked the donkey to go back to the Taoist temple, but the donkey simply refused to follow him, and every few days he wanted to fly out for a while, but he just asked where the donkey went.

A pot of tea was bubbling and steaming, and when it was almost opened, there was a knock on the door in front.

Zhang Wenfeng had no choice but to get up, walk out of the main room and cross the courtyard to open the shop door. When there was no business, he lowered the door to fight overseas before the sun set, let alone going out of the town to the countryside to see a doctor.

Except for inns and restaurants, other shops in the town are early in the foreign trade.

At this time, there were not many people walking on the street.

Outside the door, there were two young men who used the door panel as a shabby mattress, and they were carrying a grunting middle-aged man. Next to him was a middle-aged woman with a disheveled face and red eyes. Lao Gao's sallow, skinny little girl, with her bare feet, hid behind several adults.

Zhang Wenfeng saw at a glance that there was something wrong with the middle-aged man's left leg, and said, "Hurry up and carry it in."

Two young men hurriedly carried him in and placed him on a table by the wall.

"How did it hurt? Besides the left foot, where else does it hurt so much?"

Zhang Wenfeng looked at the middle-aged man who fell badly. The man's hands and face were full of scrapes and scratches. The coarse cloth jacket was torn in many places, covered with mud and dust. His left foot turned backwards at a strange angle, and asked.

The bronze-colored middle-aged man's face was blue with pain, his articulate words were still clear, and he said in a low voice: "When I went to collect firewood on the hillside, I stepped on the ground, rolled down and broke my left foot, and my two crutches were burning, but everything else is fine. "

Zhang Wenfeng stretched out three fingers to feel the pulse again, he wanted to make sure that the injured man had no internal bleeding.

Unable to use the methods of a monk, he used his previous medical skills and the medical books he read later to treat people. When encountering difficult and miscellaneous diseases, he asked the patients to go to another place if he couldn't see them.

The man's injury looked scary, but it was actually just a dislocation and a sprained tendon.

Then he slowly rolled up his sleeves and checked the man's elbows. A large piece of skin was scratched off, leaving a lake of blood and flesh.

After knowing it well, Zhang Guanzhu looked at the two young men, a woman, and a little girl behind him. When he sees a doctor in the town, he must first agree on the fee for the consultation and the cost of the medicine. Some people in the countryside have no money to see a doctor, and the cost is too high. They can't afford it.

The woman did not dare to cry, her expression was tense and miserable.

Seeing the man's wound, the little girl covered her mouth with tears in her eyes. Seeing the doctor looking at her, she stared at each other like a frightened deer.

There was almost light in Zhang Wenfeng's eyes, and he was stunned for a long time.

Even if he closes his own cultivation, the spirit of a monk is not comparable to that of ordinary people. Eyes are the windows of the soul, and the little girl's soul gives him a vaguely familiar feeling, which is different from the strong feeling he had when he met Qian Jing.

Strange, do you meet "acquaintances" again?

"Twenty yuan for the consultation fee, one hundred yuan for the dislocation restoration, fifty yuan for the external medicine, and fifty yuan for decocting the medicine for three days, a total of 220 yuan."

Zhang Wenfeng reported the price.

The middle-aged man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Zhang, how long will you take the medicine?"

"After taking the decoction for three days, the redness and swelling of the left foot did not disappear, and the decoction was prescribed for another three days. Depending on the situation later, it should not exceed two hundred wen."

Zhang Wenfeng said unhurriedly, very like an old doctor, he knew what the other party was worried about.

"Head of the family, ask the doctor to treat it quickly, so that you don't suffer from any root cause of disability."

cried the woman.

The middle-aged man said "Hard work, Mr. Zhang", and agreed to be diagnosed and treated in this hospital.