Ning Tao walked across the archway of Huayuan Street and strode towards the deserted street.

The bluestone-paved streets are full of imprints left by people and mules and horses, and each piece exudes the thick atmosphere of history. At the end of Huayuan Street, the Tiandi Clinic is a low-rise blue-tiled house with stone walls covered with moss and creepers.

It had no façade, only a wooden door that opened on a stone wall, and the paint on the panel was almost gone. If it weren't for the plaque of "Tianwai Clinic" hanging on the lintel, Ning Tao would probably have thought that he had come to the door of a poor mountain dweller's house.

What kind of clinic is this?

Ning Tao glanced back at the street he walked through when he came, it was empty, just the façade of the clinic, this port, and it was already a street before it opened.

"Forget it, it's all here, let's go in and have a look. Ning Tao comforted himself like this in his heart, he took out the key left by Chen Pingdao, inserted the door lock and opened the door.

Behind the door was a room filled with green smoke and a hazy landscape. A seven-star lamp could be faintly seen burning quietly, but the light was not enough to dispel the green smoke and completely illuminate Ning Tao's vision.

Nothing related to Chen Pingdao is normal, and the clinic in front of him is obviously no exception.

Ning Tao took a deep breath and walked in.

As he entered, the door to the clinic slowly closed, but he was unconscious.

It was a very old room, about thirty or forty square meters, with no windows. In the room, there are tables, chairs, bookshelves and various utensils, bronze tripods, ceramic jars, large and small, disorderly placed.

The source of the green smoke in the room was a huge bronze square tripod, which was half a human height, and there was a human face on the side facing the door, with closed eyes, facial features but no expression, strange but natural.

Ning Tao cautiously leaned over to the bronze tripod and glanced inside, the green smoke in the tripod was thick, and he couldn't see anything smoking at all.

Ning Tao temporarily gave up studying the bronze tripod, and he took a few steps forward. He saw a door on the left wall, and a wooden sign hung on the lintel that read "Library of Scroll Spells". He then moved his gaze to the wall on the right, through the swirling green smoke, he could vaguely see that there was also a door on the wall on the right, and there were some words on the wall, but it was difficult to read clearly because of the green smoke.

Ning Tao moved a few steps sideways, waved his hand to disperse the green smoke that covered his eyes, and then froze.

On the lintel of the door on the right wall hung a sign engraved with the words "Pills Equipment Warehouse", and the wall was filled with shocking words in red paint or blood.

I can't stand it anymore!

I'm going crazy!

I want to be free! I want to be free, I would rather die!

I can't go on like this!

I've got to think of a way, ahhh

Chen Pingdao, Chen Pingdao, you must find a fool to take your place!

Seeing this sentence, Ning Tao's mind suddenly appeared with a sentence that he vaguely heard when he was about to fall into a coma last night-Lao Tzu is finally free! The sky has eyes, hahaha!

I don't know why, Ning Tao's heart chuckled, "The fool on the wall...... It can't be me, right?"

He hurriedly took out Chen Pingdao's transfer contract and opened it, the content of the contract was word-for-word, and the words he signed were clearly visible.

There are no traps!

But at this time, the faces on the bronze tripod suddenly opened their eyes, and the green smoke in the room generally returned to the tripod after the tide receded, and disappeared completely in a blink of an eye.

The contract in his hand trembled and changed!

The white paper became old and yellowed.

Ning Tao's gaze fell on the contract, and he was horrified to see that the previous handwriting slowly disappeared, and new content appeared.

Lease of Tianwai Clinic: Congratulations on becoming the owner of Tianwai Clinic, the monthly rent of this clinic is a total of 200 merit points and evil sin points, which are overdue and offset by life expectancy, and one year of life is worth a little rent. This contract has bound the body and soul until the body is gone.

In the bottom right corner of the lease is his own signature.

Ning Tao suddenly understood, Chen Pingdao had pitted him!

"If you can't pay the rent, you will take your life to pay off your debts, and you will pay a little bit a year, if I don't open in January, how much life will I have for you? What are you kidding? You play slowly, I won't play!" Ning Tao became more and more angry the more he thought about it, and grabbed the contract and tore it hard!

Crash!

The soul contract split in two, fluttering to the ground and falling.

But at that moment, Ning Tao's body seemed to have been slashed fiercely, split into two, and all the blood around his body seemed to be splashed on the ground. A feeling more painful than death permeated every nerve, and he couldn't hold on for a second, and fell straight to the ground.

The soul contract that had been torn in half fused in the air, merged into one, and landed squarely in Ning Tao's open right hand, but there was not even a crack.

The painful sensations disappeared, came and went as fast as they came, and everything returned to normal.

Ning Tao got up from the ground, the strange thing that happened just now has already explained a problem, he has only one way to go now, and that is to let the clinic open to earn rent.

What is the merit of good thoughts?

What is evil thoughts and sins?

Ning Tao pondered this question in his heart, and his eyes were also looking for an answer. Soon, he saw a small white porcelain vase on the desk, and a piece of paper was pressed under the vase.

Ning Tao walked over.

There was a handwritten label of "Primary Prescription Dan" on the small porcelain bottle, and he hadn't looked at what pills were contained in the small porcelain bottle, but he saw the machine typing message on the paper.

That was Chen Pingdao's message: I'm sorry little brother, I have no choice but to do it. I am a cultivator, a Taoist of the Heavenly Dog. I was stuck in this clinic for more than 2,000 years.

You, like me, have the spiritual roots of good and evil, and are in absolute balance.

There is no doubt about it, I believe you have seen the pre-natal weather field on you, others are colorful, but you are black and white.

I don't know the specific origin of this clinic, although it is called a clinic, but the number of years it has existed is no longer exquisite, and I was also cheated to become the owner of the clinic. It will charge the good and evil value as rent every month, and if it is overdue, it will be offset by the life expectancy. I always don't earn enough rent to live a short life, and I don't think I would have lived long if it weren't for your presence.

The so-called good and evil values are good thoughts of merit and evil thoughts of sin.

The merit of good thoughts refers to the merit that people have good thoughts and good deeds for, while the evil thoughts and sins refer to the sins that arise from the evil thoughts of people. What you are going to earn is what this world does for what is good, and what you do for what you do.

The bamboo slips on the bookshelf are the clinic ledger that can calculate the good and evil value of the person, and the square tripod in the middle of the room is the good and evil tripod, as long as you prescribe the contract and let people sign it, the good and evil tripod will automatically extract the good and evil value of the person.

So you need to complete the contract in the clinic, the key is made of Xuanling Iron, and there is no one in the world who can destroy it. You take it with you, and wherever you are in the world, you can open the door and return to the clinic with the key as long as you draw a lock with your blood on the wall or door.

There are 5 primary prescription pills left in the medicine bottle, which are used in conjunction with the prescription contract, in addition to terminal diseases, it can be cured of other diseases of ordinary people, even if I give you a gift, there are the recipes and refining methods of primary pills in the drawer, and when you master the art of pills in the medical book, you can refine them yourself.

There are two doors in the clinic, one is the scripture scroll spell library, and the other is the pill equipment warehouse, I haven't been inside, and I don't know what is inside.

In the end, don't think that good and evil are worth making money, and people who are not good and evil have little good and evil in their bodies. Let's put it this way, saving a person's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, which is a great merit, right? And what I want to tell you is that there are only seven merits of good thoughts to save a person's life. Your life is at stake, remember.

The inscription on the paper is "never again, Chen Pingdao is ashamed".

Shame on your sister!

After a while, Ning Tao's mood calmed down a little, he opened the drawer of his desk, and sure enough, he saw the formula and refining method of the primary prescription pill left by Chen Pingdao. He took a cursory look, but he couldn't understand it at all. Then he uncorked the small porcelain bottle and poured out the pills in the bottle, there were indeed only five of them, the smell was fragrant, small, bronze-colored, and it looked like metal particles, not some elixir.

After reading it, Ning Tao put the primary prescription pill back into the small porcelain bottle, then put it in the drawer, and finally closed the drawer carefully. For him now, this is not a small bottle of medicine, it is fate!

Then, Ning Tao's gaze moved to the bronze tripod next to the desk, and the human face was still looking at him with his eyes open.

It is the Od of Good and Evil.

Ning Tao remembered the green smoke when he first came in, and he cautiously came to the side of the Good and Evil Ding, and looked inside the Ding.

There was nothing in the Good and Evil Ding, only a few strange patterns, like countless rivers of large and small sizes on the earth, crisscrossing and then gathering at the bottom.

Ning Tao's gaze moved to the bookshelf again, there were no books on the shelf, only a bamboo slip. If nothing else, it should be the ledger of the intermediate clinic.

Ning Tao came to the bookshelf, picked up the bamboo slip, and started it heavyly, and there was a cold feeling that penetrated the bones, obviously not made of ordinary bamboo.

He opened the bamboo slip, and the content of the bamboo slip suddenly appeared: Heaven and Earth Clinic has zero points of good thoughts and merits, zero points of evil thoughts and sins, and it is twenty-nine days and six hours before the next rent payment deadline.

At six o'clock on the 29th, this is a time for him!

Chen Pingdao is a cultivator, he has a long lifespan and has been drawn to the point of madness, and if he wants to escape, Ning Tao will be sad, because he is an ordinary human being, and his lifespan is only a few decades, and a month's rent can pump him into the crematorium!

Ning Tao put the clinic's account book back on the bookshelf, his eyes were resolute, "Since I can't get rid of it, then I'll start my new life here!" Chen Pingdao, you can't run it, I can!"