It was pitch black outside the door, thick fog was filled, and there seemed to be human voices.

Hu Youde felt that the situation was a little strange, hesitated for a moment, carried a wooden stick, and walked out of the hall.

There were two people standing in the courtyard, a Taoist priest and a monk.

The monk was scolded by the woman in white, and was being ridiculed by the Taoist priest, when he suddenly saw a big man with hideous eyes, standing at the door of the main hall with a wooden stick, looking at two people.

"Who are you?" asked Hu Youde in a deep voice.

"Poor Dao Hong Songzi, is the Taoist priest of Longmen Temple in Wenling Mountain, this is the monk of Beishan Leiming Temple. We have traveled all over the world, passed by here, and found that the ghost atmosphere in the ancient temple of Hongjue is pervasive, so I came here to check, who are you?"

"Our group is a team escorting prisoners to the sea of suffering. ”

Hu Youde breathed a sigh of relief. Anyone who sees Taoist priests and monks in the middle of the night will feel somewhat relieved.

The Taoist priest did not speak, his eyes were straight, and he stared strangely at the wooden stick in Hu Youde's hand.

In the eyes of the Taoist priest, the wooden stick was shining, and there was a faint flash of thunder and lightning in the light, and he couldn't help but say, "Where did you come from?"

Hu Youde felt strange when he heard this, this was just an ordinary wooden stick, this Taoist priest met people in the middle of the night, and he didn't ask about things, how could he be interested in an ordinary wooden stick? And as soon as he opened his mouth, he said that it was peach wood, and he didn't know what kind of wood it was, so he couldn't help but look at the wooden stick in his hand, and he couldn't see anything strange at all.

"It's just the fuelwood in my house. I went to the sea of suffering, and I had no weapon for self-defense, and when I saw that the wooden stick was hard and the size was quite handy, I straightened it and made it into a stick, and carried it with me for self-defense. "I don't know what kind of tree it is. ”

"Can you exchange this wood for me?" the Taoist priest took off the loose pattern sword behind him, "This sword is made of steel, and it is extremely sharp. ”

Hu Youde shook his head and said, "I will accompany my young master to the sea of suffering, and you are not allowed to wear iron blades along the way, your sword is useless to me." ”

"How about I buy your sticks?"

The Taoist priest was a little anxious, so he took out a few pieces of gold and said, "This is all the gold on my body, buy your wooden stick." ”

Hu Youde looked at the Taoist priest like a fool, and he was a little apprehensive.

In the middle of the night, a Taoist priest suddenly appeared, without saying a word, took out the sword, changed the wooden stick, and directly took out all the gold on his body, saying that he wanted to buy an ordinary wooden stick, what is not a fool?

Or is it a madman?

Hu Youde has been in Gongsun's Mansion for many years and knows that some wood is precious, such as a screen in the mansion, which is said to be made of golden silk nanmu, which is extremely precious, but it is not worth such a large piece of gold.

"I don't know if the chief can tell me, what is the preciousness of this wooden stick?" Hu Youde said quietly.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is a thousand-year-old peach wood struck by lightning. Hong Songzi stared straight at the wooden stick in Hu Youde's hand.

"The sword made of peach wood has the power to ward off evil spirits and slash people, and it is a treasure of Taoism. The peach wood that is not damaged by lightning strikes, contains thunder spirits, and increases its power, which is very rare, but it is useless to mortals. ”

Hong Songzi's face was slightly red, although his words were true, he avoided the truth and did not fully explain it.

Ordinary peach wood will inevitably be damaged by lightning strikes, only more than 1,000 years of peach wood, can be struck by lightning but not destroyed; and the stronger the thunder, the stronger the peach wood, is the top material to build Taoist magic weapons, can not be found.

It is not easy to grow a thousand years of peach wood, and it cannot withstand lightning strikes before a thousand years, and it happens to be struck by lightning after a thousand years of growth.

What's more, the wooden stick in Hu Youde's hand, in Hong Songzi's eyes, is as round as jade, as fierce as fire, and thunder and lightning as a pool. In Hu Youde's eyes, it is nothing more than a wooden stick as black as earth and as hard as iron.

The monk smiled beside him and said with a smile: "It's useless with mortals, gold should be exchanged for wooden sticks." ”

When the Taoist priest heard this, his face immediately turned red, and the monk's words were in the ears of the Taoist priest, which was nothing less than a shameful laugh.

A mere piece of gold is exchanged for a thousand-year-old lightning peach? It is tantamount to taking an embroidery needle and exchanging it for a mountain of gold.

Just now, the Taoist priest also sarcastically ridiculed the monk's Buddha for harming the white-clothed woman's family, but now he is being sarcastically ridiculed by the monk. Of course, Hu Youde didn't understand the monk's words, but the Taoist priest did.

When Hu Youde heard this, he hesitated for a moment and said, "It's just a wooden stick, what kind of money is it worth?" ”

In fact, Hu Youde has a heart and pretends to be generous.

Hu Youde was born in a family, and often heard that he would rather beat a monk than scold a Taoist priest, the most feared thing in the world is a Taoist priest, and you must not take advantage of a Taoist priest.

Now in the middle of the night, the origin of the Taoist priest is unknown, where does Hu Youde dare to accept the Taoist priest's gold casually and provoke right and wrong.

The wooden stick in his hand is just an ordinary wooden stick, and he brought it with him in the house. What about the thousand-year-old lightning strikes the peachwood? The Taoist priests all have peachwood swords in their hands, but they have never heard of the use of ordinary people with peachwood.

Since the sticks are useless to themselves, it is okay to give them away, and then just find a stick.

The Taoist priest waved his hand eagerly, and a piece of cloth suddenly appeared on the ground, on which were placed various items, shiny stones, books, and pills......

"I'm traveling, I don't have a lot of stuff with me, it's all here. This is the Taixiao Sutra, the monk's thing, in your hand is the root of trouble, the Dust Clearing Pill is not something you can bear, and the Vitality Pill is also something that ordinary people can take......"

The Taoist priest turned back to the monk and said, "Take out all your things and count them as what I owe you." ”

The cloth was full of items, but none of them could be used by Hu Youde, the Taoist priest was a little anxious, and said: "Even if I owe you a favor temporarily, you tell me where my family lives, and I will ensure that you will be rich and prosperous for the rest of your life......."

The words of the Taoist priest made Hu Youde even more afraid, where did he dare to tell him his name and hometown, I often heard that there were Taoist priests who could curse and harm people.

Hu Youde said with a slight heart: "I am sincerely sending it to the Taoist Chief, and I don't need any reward from the Taoist Chief." It's getting late, so please go back. ”

Hong Songzi's eager move completely went to the opposite.

Hong Songzi is a master of the Tao, and he must not take such a valuable thing from a mortal in vain without paying any price.

The way of heaven is slim, there are gains and losses, and it is the fairest. Taoist priests cultivate the Tao, and if they take advantage of mortals and don't pay, then what they get may be the Heavenly Machine.

Just like a mortal, enjoy the blessings you don't deserve, don't think it's luck, maybe it's a disaster.

If you want to pay, you have to be accepted. Hong Songzi couldn't help but lament.

Hong Songzi could see that Hu Youde was scared.

Thinking about it, I was too anxious, saying what is the root of trouble, what mortals can't bear, and so on, where is this sincere exchange? It's just that I want to give you something, but you can't use it, and if you use it, you will definitely get into trouble.

Hong Songzi was so anxious that he jumped to his feet and almost cursed and swore an oath.

Hu Youde couldn't help but say, "If the Taoist chief has to thank me, why don't you do me a favor?"

Hong Songzi hurriedly said: "Please speak." ”

Hu Youde hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "My young master is critically ill and unconscious, and he is in the main hall. The Taoist master walks the rivers and lakes, how much can he drive away evil spirits and cure diseases, can he save my young master?"

......

The heart has nowhere to go, the god has nowhere to return, the soul seems to be separated, the hall is dim, the eyebrows are locked, the limbs are stiff, hey, this is a dying person, how to treat it?

Hong Songzi lamented in his heart, sure enough, there is no advantage in the world that can be taken casually.

"Your young master is weak and weak, he has traveled thousands of miles, slept in the open air, and has already hurt his roots. He also suffered typhoid fever, five tuberculosis and seven injuries on his body, and was frightened again and again, and he was angry, angry, and depressed, and it was really difficult to treat. ”

Hu Youde originally didn't have hope, he just wanted to send the Taoist priest away, but what the Taoist priest said was like seeing it himself, knowing that the Taoist priest was a master, where would he miss the opportunity.

Hu Youde hurriedly knelt down, put the silver taels and wooden roots on his body at the feet of the Taoist priest, and kowtowed repeatedly.

"The young master's illness is exactly the same as what the Taoist chief said, I only have these silver taels on me, and I implore the Taoist to save my young master's life. ”

Watching Hu Youde take out the silver taels, the Taoist priest couldn't cry or laugh, and the monk gloated. In this way, the Taoist priest must save this person, otherwise how can he see people?

"If I don't save it. Your young master's body is easy to save, but the soul is injured, and it is no longer possible to save it with a medicinal stone!"

The Taoist priest said ruthlessly: "What kind of stimulation has your young master suffered, or he is too tired, or desperate, or he has no intention of continuing to live, or he is unwilling to wake up, or he can't wake up from a soul injury. If the body is intact, it can be slowly recuperated, but the spirit is not in the body, the body functions are not running, and the power of the medicine stone cannot be absorbed. Now the high fever in the body does not go away, the medicine stone is useless, and the body will soon completely collapse! It is difficult for the gods to save the people who want to die!"

"Huh?" Hu Youde was stunned and muttered, "Is it because the young master doesn't want to live?" No, he practiced hard in the sword technique just to survive. What's more, the young master is his mother, younger brother, and younger sister, and he is not afraid of death, so how can he seek death?"

Maybe he didn't mean it that way. Such a young man, with iron chains, escorted to the sea of suffering, all kinds of encounters and heard, he has long been desperate for the future. What you see is only superficial, and he is not willing to disappoint you on purpose. Recently, I suffered from shock, and after taking the opportunity to fall asleep, I didn't want to wake up again. You see his brows are tightly locked, not from a sleeping illness, but from a dream wandering spirit!"

Under the faint light of the charcoal fire, Lei Shaoxuan really frowned, his face was pale, but he seemed to be very relaxed and smiling.

Hu Youde was desperate.

Lei Shaoxuan's high fever has become more and more severe recently, and he doesn't know how to treat medicine, Hu Youde also knows that he can't survive long with such a hot body temperature.

The monk next to him suddenly said: "I see that this son is full of heaven, and he is rich and noble; Although it is a fateful time, it is not an early death. ”

The Taoist priest said angrily: "The Taoist priest and the monk are here, and he can't die if he wants to, of course, it's not an early death." The Taoist priest died early to save him. ”