Nine.

Human life is at stake, so both Lao Lu and the locals are convinced of the ability of the living immortal, so I still insisted on running to the health center and taking the doctor to the hotel.

However, after seeing Lao Lu's condition, the doctor who had made fun of Lao Lu because of his superstition did not take any first aid measures, and only said a few words lightly, which completely dispelled my struggle between superstition and reality.

He said, "Send it up the mountain." ”

At that time, everyone looked at my expression, and it was clear that it was "look, let you do a lot of things, let you delay time." ”

Then he went step by step and began to get busy according to Grandma Wang's instructions.

The people in this place have great respect for Grandma Wang, so as long as she speaks, she must obey her words. So after she gave instructions, the hotel staff, who were already very tired, immediately beat their spirits and went to find stretchers and all the necessary items. The couple who lost their child were probably frightened by Lao Lu's appearance, and did not continue to cry, but just quietly stood aside, watching everyone busy with cold eyes, while waiting for the arrival of the police.

In this way, only the minority can obey the majority, and after everything is ready, I will follow everyone to carry Lu Youkun to Jinhua Mountain.

As Lu Youkun said, when we went up the mountain, the villagers did not take us to the mountain road we usually walked, but took a long detour along the foot of the mountain, and then went up the mountain in a place where if we didn't pay close attention, we couldn't see the road at all.

It may be that there are few people walking, so the road is basically covered with weeds, but after walking up for a while, a sheep intestine path will be clear, although it is not as clean and tidy as the stone slab paved on the sightseeing mountain road, so it will not affect the walking.

The road is quite long, and because it is built in a relatively rugged and steep place, it is really difficult to go all the way. I was used to walking the mountain road before the villagers, so I had to stop and go, and I was soon pulled away by the team, but I was in a hurry, so I was embarrassed to ask them to wait for me.

Luckily, the doctor was always by my side.

I was worried about whether what he just said was influenced by the people in the village, so I took advantage of the distance from the team to be farther away, and I wasted no time in asking him: "Doctor, what's wrong with Lao Lu's body, why did it suddenly ossify, could it be a cerebral infarction?"

He glanced at me and shook his head, "I don't know. ”

"You're a doctor...... "I had to implicitly remind others that life is bigger than heaven."

He smiled: "I'm a doctor, but I can't make the cancer cells in his body disappear, the one on the mountain has done it, what can you tell me to say?"

After speaking, he let go of his steps and walked forward, all the way to Lao Lu's side, and stretched out his hand to take his pulse.

From a long distance, Lao Lu's figure looked like a stiff tree trunk, always maintaining a posture of raising his hands and lying motionless on the stretcher, illuminated by the moonlight and flashlight, stiff and pale, and strange and cold.

I couldn't help but let go of my steps and quickly followed, and then followed intermittently for more than two hours, and finally under the guidance of the flashlight in front of me, I saw a silhouette-like building poking out from the end of the thin bend of the road.

It's a very ordinary temple, and even the people in the village can't tell what era it was built. Yellow bricks and black tiles, because of the lack of repair for a long time, so the two side halls have existed in name only, only a little wood empty shelves are left, and a few reliefs of the Buddha who can't see the appearance clearly, a group of desolate and cold, I really can't see what kind of living gods can live in seclusion.

Only the main hall is relatively well preserved. But it is said that it is the main hall, in fact, it looks similar to the guest hall of ordinary people, or even smaller, there are almost no furnishings in it, only a few futons and a few benches, and there is an offering table in the middle, which is the place where Lao Lu lay last time he 'cured'.

And that's all there is to visit.

When I wanted to follow Grandma Wang into the door, someone stopped me on the side, and then politely said to me: "Outsiders can only go here, the master doesn't like to see people, he didn't promise to see you, we can't just invite you in." ”

Speaking so directly, although I didn't see the main man in the temple, it was not good to force anything.

So they could only wait outside the door, watching them carefully put Lao Lu Liantong on the stretcher on the incense case, and then carefully wiped the blood from his nose and mouth, and then the rest of the people withdrew, leaving Grandma Wang alone inside, knocking on the pumpkin-sized wooden fish next to the incense case, while chanting words in their mouths.

After knocking on about half a cigarette like that, she shook her head and said to everyone: "It seems that they haven't come back yet, leave a few here to guard, and the rest go back to rest." ”

"But can Lao Lu's situation be delayed?" I asked her hurriedly.

She looked at me and shook her head again: "There is nothing to drag on, only the master is his hope at the moment, otherwise what else?"

This sentence clearly gives people a sense of "at the moment, only a dead horse can be used as a live horse doctor, otherwise what else can be done." "Feelings.

But since there was no other way to go, and my phone was smashed to the ground, I could only smile and swallow more questions in my throat.

As when I came, when I came down, those people did not slow down and wait for me because of my stoppage.

Maybe it's in such a deep mountain, and it's a night when I can't see my fingers, but I don't dare to stop for too long. However, it may also be that they have long forgotten the existence of my person, because they are very interested in Lao Lu's condition, and they whispered something with the doctor all the way, but they used the local dialect, so they basically didn't understand a word.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand, after all, it doesn't matter what I'm going to do. So I stopped and stopped all the way, and the time of each stop was deliberately lengthened.

Once or twice, I felt as if the doctor had noticed this, but luckily he only looked back at me twice and didn't debunk my little abnormality. So I continued to delay in this way, until I stopped again, and after a minute or two I saw no more of the pedestrian, and I immediately hurried back.

The mini camera with night vision function that I carried with me came in handy this time, not only because it was not easy to be found when it was hidden on my body, but also because everything was captured clearly along the way. I know that with the power of various retouching software, simple photos are not very convincing, so if you can show all the evidence in the form of video, the effect is obviously much stronger.

Besides, I could never believe that a homeless man with no fixed home could be cured of cancer overnight.

There must be something hidden behind this legend, and the situation that suddenly happened to Lao Lu should have something to do with all this. So if you shoot it all tonight, no matter what part of the truth it reflects, it's going to be a very fascinating thing in the end.

I pondered all the way, all the way back along the same road, and when I saw the silhouette-like silhouette of the small temple again, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although the night was dark, fortunately there was no 'ghost hitting the wall' incident, but the people sitting at the temple gate waiting for the 'master' to come back were more tricky, so I had to leave the mountain road, climb from the side of the mountain rock with great strength to bypass, and then slowly climb to the closest place to the mountain on the temple wall, and climb into the wall lightly.

The moment I jumped into the wall, I thought I had miscalculated, because the back of the temple was almost completely attached to the mountain.

If there is no way out, it means that there is no other place to enter the temple except the front door, then all the thoughts of tonight will be in vain. Fortunately, after pushing aside the dense artemisia grass that was half a person high, I finally saw a path in the middle that could barely squeeze into a person, and walked slowly along the road against the wall, and after a while, as I thought, although this temple was broken and small, there was indeed a back door at the back of the main hall.

The back door has not been opened for a long time, and the metal parts on it have rusted, but fortunately, the door is not locked, and it opens with a light push. Immediately a musty smell of air rushed to my face, choking on the need for a loud sneeze, but fortunately I resisted the urge in time, and then turned the VCR back on, and I carefully walked into the door in the dark with the little image from the night vision goggles.

I could barely see my fingers in the door, because the front door was closed, so I couldn't help but worry all the way, wondering if the owner of the temple had already returned. Fortunately, when I finished going around this place, I found that this worry was unnecessary, the 'master' had not yet returned, and this place was all a space, divided into two parts, the front and back by a shadow wall-like half wall, the front part was nothing, and the back was naturally even more so, so it was almost unobstructed.

So he looked around to find a place to hide for a while, and then he caught a glimpse of three large wooden barrels lined up in the corner of the wall near the back door, and he didn't know what it was for, so he picked up the camera and shot at them for a while, and then went around to the front and took a close-up picture of Lao Lu lying on the incense case.

I couldn't help but be a little surprised while shooting.

I don't know if it's because of the light or what, but after three hours, Lao Lu's appearance in the camera seems to have returned to the way he was when he got sick. The face was sunken, the circles under the eyes were black, and if it weren't for the eyes wide open and the slightest breath in the nose, it would almost look like a corpse.

As soon as this thought came out, I couldn't help but shudder slightly, and at the same time, I heard someone outside the door greeting: "Yo, master, are you back?"

I hurriedly retreated behind the half-wall.

After quickly looking around, but still unable to find a place where I could hide and safely carry out the shooting, I immediately walked to the nearest barrel, lifted the lid, and hurried in the front door as soon as the deadbolt was pulled open.

I didn't really think about what I would do if the bucket was filled with water or some other liquid.

But it's also lucky, it's dry inside, and it's almost empty.

I said 'almost' because it was only after I closed the lid that I felt something under my feet. It's fluffy and soft, like some kind of grass, but the smell is never as good as grass.

A smell that is difficult to describe, as Old Lou once described, like a pickled cucumber.

But it has more of an erosive flavor than pickled cucumbers, so I guess it may be the pickles that the 'master' usually makes. That's why when I first put it into the barrel, the choking sour smell almost made me a little sick.

Still, I had to hold back quickly, because time was too tight for me to hesitate.

With a loud sound, the rusty joints of the temple door were opened, and through the gap left by the lid of the barrel, I saw a short, thin man slowly walking in through the door. 166 Reading Network