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They sat and talked about the evening. The weather changed again and again. Finally, it began to rain. The deacon and the young monk came over: "Elder, it's raining. Hurry back to the house." Four Emptiness Realm Experts said, "Arrange for the guests to rest at the back. It's dark today, and I'm about to take charge of the lights. " The two stood up and said their goodbyes. Then, Sikong Zhaixing and the deacon went back to their room.

When Fa Ming followed the young monk to the back, he saw several bungalows surrounded by clean, neatly decorated walls, as if they were in meditation. Ignoring the scrutiny, Farmer followed the young monk into a room. The interior was simple, with only a wooden bed and a table for eight immortals. On the table was a candlestick, and on the bed was a length of cypress two feet long.

The young monk lit the candle, and the room was immediately lit up by the burning flames. The young monk said, "This is my room. You can rest here by yourself. If Master has anything to do at night, he can just knock on the door. " After which, he pointed to the wall.

"I don't have the habit of eating tea at night, so I won't have to trouble you," he said. While the rain is still falling, let's quickly find a place to rest. " The young monk said, "Good night, Master!" He said goodbye and left.

"The monks here are frugal," he guessed as he read the rough wood that had been placed on the bed. This piece of cypress, with its thick skin and warm skin, must have been used as a pillow in sleep. This thing has the effect of dispelling dampness, clearing away heat and relieving fire, it can awaken the mind. Once a person laid on a pillow, would it still be able to sleep? "Let's try it out tonight."

Feeling the heat in the room, Farmer lowered the sleeper and opened the window. Then he took off his coat, put the pillowcase down, and lay down on the bed. After lying down for a while, he felt uncomfortable on his pillow. Then, he got up and folded up the cloth, placed it on top of the pillow, and lay down again. Only then did he feel comfortable.

After lying down for a short while, the sound of the pines and roars could be heard from outside the room. Fearing that he would not be able to sleep, Farmer got up and closed the window. It was raining heavily again. The rain drummed on the roof, making a noise so loud that Farmer couldn't sleep.

It wasn't until the third fragment of the night that Fa Ming finally fell asleep. He had just fallen asleep when a thunderous sound woke him up. Farmer had been tormented to the point that he had not fallen asleep even after dawn. It was already dawn before he finally fell asleep.

Farmer felt like he had reached the foot of Lau Mountain. He was looking down the road to Tai Qing Palace when he saw a group of German soldiers armed with guns coming from the opposite direction with Yuan Ming in tow. On Yuan Ming's head and body, wounds were all over the place and blood was all over the place. A German soldier was carrying Yuan Ming's bag. When he looked closely at the package, he saw that it was the same one from International Purple Plate. Fa Ming was stunned. He wanted to snatch the bundle, but he was worried that he would not be able to save Yuan Ming.

At this time, Yuan Ming suddenly saw Fa Ming and shouted, "Master, quickly come and save me! The foreign devil stole our treasure. That's it. Hurry up and take it back! "

Fa Ming swept his gaze over his enemies. Angry, he flew into the middle of the crowd and grabbed the bundle with both hands. He then fiercely snatched it from that person's hands. With a chirping sound, the 'International Purple White Plate' landed in Fa Ming's hands. He was overjoyed and was woken up by the sound of her voice. He felt as if he were holding something in his hand. He looked quickly and saw that he was holding the bed railing. Only then did he realize that he had been having a nightmare. In his dream, he had torn the wooden beam at the head of his bed.

Farmer rubbed his eyes and looked at the broken bed. Suddenly, he heard someone call out from outside, "Master, are you awake? Something terrible had happened! Our Elder couldn't do it in one night. " It is: Good fortune and good fortune should be a few days, meeting the law does not believe in people.

When Fa Ming heard the little monk's cry, he hurriedly replied and put on his clothes. Fa Ming heart said: "Is it really a good fortune to meet the number of days? Why couldn't the elders do it in one night? I don't believe in fate. I will use my medical skills to revive him. Let's see if I'm right, or if the elder's calculations are correct. "

Farmer opened the door and placed the monk inside. Seeing the young monk wearing a straw cape and carrying one under his arm, he walked into the room and said, "Master, quickly go take a look. overnight, our elder is so ill that he can't speak, his voice is weak, and he's already dying. " "Why didn't you come to see me at night?" The monk said: "We were stopped by the torrential rain all night and no one came to see the elders. "I just realized that the Elder is very sick."

Without asking further questions, he put on his raincoat and followed the young monk to the elder's bed. He saw a few monks in charge guarding the bed. Lying on his back on the bed, his eyes were tightly shut, his brows were tightly knitted, and his breathing was light. "Living Buddha." How are you doing? " Four empty eyes slightly open, lips slightly moving and unable to speak.

Don't look at how ill the Elder is," he said. "His mind is clear; he can take the medicine; he can take the medicine, and I can save him." Farmer leaned over and listened to the breathing in the air, heard the gurgling of phlegm. Just as Fa Ming was trying to figure out what was going on, a few monks came in and formed a circle. Someone even asked, "How is our elder's sickness? Do you want to prepare a coffin?

Hearing this, Fa Ming was dissatisfied, but he ignored him and continued to meticulously cut out blood veins in the air. He saw that the blood vessels in the four voids were slithering slowly, and there was no sign of sparrow pecking or house leakage. He said to the crowd, "All of you must be careful not to speak carelessly. The elder will be fine after I take some medicine and recuperate. What coffin are you preparing for!? "

First, Fa Ming used the trident needle to pierce the pure yang acupoints in the four corners of the space. Then, he used the round needle to pierce the pure yin acupoints in the four spaces of the sky. He then flipped his body over, spitting out a lot of phlegm from his throat. Unexpectedly, with the flip, the Qi in the air became even weaker.

The deacon lost his patience: "Our elder calculated it himself yesterday and said that his life should end." I'm afraid that he really can't take it anymore, so just keep the coffin. "

"I won't let you speak nonsense, so why aren't you listening?" The monks fell silent. Fa Ma hurriedly took out another trident and pierced it into the four empty Rebirth Acupuncture Points.

Suddenly, he noticed that Fourth Sky had opened his eyes and even coughed lightly. All the monks were pleasantly surprised and said in shock: "The elders are alive! The elder was alive! This master is truly a genius doctor. "

The deacon said quietly: "What are you talking about!?" It is called the end of the day, and the return of the light from the remnant lamps is a very dangerous situation. " When Farmer heard this, he was so angry that he turned around and scolded him, "Be careful, be careful. If you don't keep your mouth shut anymore, please get out! "

"How do you feel now, holy monk?" he asked. Four Air said in a low voice, "He won't die. You are the one who is returning the favor! I was pulled back from the Road to River Styx by you. "

Take a seat, my friend," he said. It's been hard on you! My illness has worsened overnight. Now my heart was warm and my body ached. A dreamy night. My Master, who was dreaming about me as a child, even saw a few friends who had passed away in the past. I followed them all night. They said they would take me to Fengdu. It was a hard walk, and he was exhausted. "Therefore, I can't even get to Fengdu City.

"Have you ever seen a building in the Underworld?" he asked. The four empty air said, "After the Tianliu Mountains, there will be the Yin Mountain. Standing at the summit, you will see the luxurious Fengdu City! The glazed city walls, the red lacquer doors, and the solemn looking face. "

"Listen to me," he said to Sikong, "and don't let your thoughts run wild. Man eats five grains, and suffers from five evils and six fumes. He is naturally ill and has no divine will. Your body originally had damp disease, and you felt cold and frightened again, so this illness was very serious. Take a few pills and you'll be all right. A moment ago, I examined your pulse. I see that your Lifeline is still strong. "

When Sikong Qing heard this, he felt joy in his heart. He smiled and said, "I'm not dead yet?"

Farmer nodded and said, "Sacred Monk, don't worry." Even if I am here, I will not let you die. " "As expected, the Fourth Sky is finally at ease. I will close my eyes and rest."

Farmer took a pen and paper, wrote down the prescription, and gave it to the deacon, saying, "If you have enough Astragalus, double the amount here, cook it and bring it over." The young monk also came up to take a look and said happily, "There are all of these in the temple, so there's no need to buy them from outside. I'll fry it! " As he walked outside with the deacon monk, he said, "Elders are really blessed! I met a genius doctor!

Fearing that he had angered the monks, he coaxed them, "You don't have to worry. The elder will be fine soon. Now that he wants to recuperate, please all of you go out first. "

All the monks said gratefully, "Thank you, Master, for saving our Elder! We just angered you, I'm so sorry! "

"You are not angry with me," he said. And I thank you. Go out and come back in the afternoon. " The monks quietly withdrew, and Farmer sat back down to observe the changes in the atmosphere.

The young monk was known as Yanqing, and was very efficient. He quickly followed the deacon to the pharmacy to check out the medicine and brought it back. Farmer held onto the air and said softly, "Sacred Monk, endure the pain and drink the medicine." He slowly sat up and feebly said, "I can't hold the bowl."

Taking the bowl, he blew on it a few times, tasted the temperature, and held it up to his mouth. He slowly drank the medicine. Farmer helped him lie down again, covered him with the blanket, and comforted him, "You will be well soon, holy monk. I'll come see you in two hours. "

As Fa Ming left the room, the deacon monk welcomed him, "Master, it's been hard on you. I've already prepared your breakfast, so please come with me. "