After lunch and a short rest, the two got up and took their leave.

Wen Ji thanked Xu Dou and his wife, and took out more than ten taels of silver as a salute, after all, it was Yan Ling's uncle and aunt who were now so poor, so they naturally had the meaning of helping out. Yan Ling saw that his family did not salute, so in a hurry, he went to bring the two newly bought silk horses in the car to pay respect, but it was quite flexible.

Seeing this, the couple smiled happily, and half pushed and half smiled on the spot.

Yan Ling was ready to take the spiritual position and leave.

But the Hun family hurriedly persuaded: If you take the spiritual position, it will not be good for your in-laws and mother's family in the future.

Therefore, Yan Ling thought about it and finally gave up the idea.

Xu Dou then piled up a pile of rice oranges and lit a fire, and sent the two spiritual seats into the fire, along with other sacrificial objects, a pile of fire was all burned out, it turned out that according to local customs: if the family has a spiritual position and does not worship, it will also damage the yin virtue.

Yan Ling stared at the spiritual position of her parents gradually scorched, caught fire, and then was engulfed by the fire, as if she saw her parents in pain in the fire/struggle/prick/moan/groan, she couldn't help but cry, crying to death, and finally was dragged into the carriage by Xu Dou and his wife.

Wen Ji was already sitting in the carriage, and after saying goodbye to Xu Dou and his wife, he raised his horsewhip and whipped it violently.

The red horse was full last night, shook its mane, spread its hooves, and ran away.

Yan Ling weptly raised the curtain of the rear car, stared at the burning fire with great reluctance, and disappeared at the bend of the three grass houses in a blink of an eye.

Wen Ji was worried about the affairs of Wangchenggang Yizhuang in his heart, so he left Qingshui Town, and hurried back all the way.

But after passing through Shidun Town, Wenji obviously felt unwell again. He gritted his teeth, and drove out five or six miles, when suddenly he had a heart cramp, and his eyes went black.

Under the sudden change, Wenji suddenly grabbed the reins.

The jujube red horse was suddenly strangled, raised its hooves and neighed.

Wenji couldn't sit still, and fell off the carriage with a "bang".

Yan Ling was still immersed in a trance of grief, the carriage stopped suddenly, she shook forward, woke up, and hurriedly opened the curtain in front of the car, but Wenji was gone.

"Brother Kiki, Brother Kiki......" Yan Ling was shocked, and while calling anxiously, he hurriedly jumped out of the carriage, but saw Wenji lying in the middle of the road, "Brother Kiki, what's wrong with you?" Brother Kiki ......

After several calls, Wenji remained motionless and did not respond.

Yan Ling hugged Wenji in his arms, panicked, and cried: "Brother Kiji...... Brother Kiki ......"

It took a long time for Wenji to open his eyes.

I saw Yan Ling bowing his head, delicate and pitiful, and hot tears fell on his cheeks one by one.

"Sister Yan Ling......" Wen Ji called weakly.

"Brother Kiki!" Yan Ling said happily when he saw Wenji wake up, "Brother Kiki, you scared me to death." ”

"I'm sorry to scare Sister Yan Ling. Wen Ji looked apologetic and trembled all over, "If I can't control my disease, it will torment me intermittently for seven days, and it will automatically disappear after seven days." ”

"Don't be afraid, there is Yan Ling here! Brother Kiki...... I'll help you into the car first, and then find a place to hold it for Brother Kiki. "Although Yan Ling is innocent, he is quite assertive in his bones.

Wenji nodded.

Yan Ling then helped Wen Ji into the car, tremblingly grasped the reins, and drove the carriage forward—after all, it was her first time driving.

After galloping all the way smoothly for seven or eight miles, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the yellow wall, Daiwa, and Matou wall exposed in the poplar forest in front of me, which turned out to be a local earth god temple.

Yan Ling was overjoyed, hurriedly drove the carriage to the front of the Tuhuang Temple, stopped, jumped out of the car, and pushed the door open.

But I saw that the temple was mixed and the hall was empty, as if there had been no incense for a long, long time.

Yan Ling was secretly happy, drove the carriage into the courtyard, tied the reins, and went to close the courtyard gate of the Tuhuang Temple, looking for a few scraps to hold the door tightly to prevent people from disturbing it.

In the end, she took the thorn from the carriage and pinned it behind her waist to prevent accidents, so she helped Wenji out of the carriage and entered the hall together.

The hall was gloomy and dilapidated, full of cobwebs, and the majestic earth god was enshrined directly behind, and the two compartments were arranged with bull heads and horse faces, holding forks and holding knives, and their faces were hideous.

Yan Ling was not afraid, and helped Wen Ji to sit in the center of the hall.

At this time, Wenji was already in a coma, and his whole body was still trembling.

Yan Ling then prayed sincerely to Tuhuang, and then sat down and performed exercises and spells to relieve Wenji's muscles and blood.

The streamer flies by, and the stars move.

I don't know how long it took, the half-round crescent moon rose quietly, hanging obliquely on the horse's head wall like a sickle, and the more it seemed that the earth god temple was faint and silent, and it was terrifying.

Yan Ling's heart was not distracted, and she continued to work hard, and the large beads of sweat clicked to the ground, and there was a sound.

Suddenly, Wenji's body shook, he fell to the ground, his hands and feet twitched, and he kept muttering, "It's so cold...... It's cold...... It's so cold......"

It turned out that Yan Lingye had exhausted his vitality and was exhausted, and it was difficult to support it, and the strange disease began to eat back again.

Hearing Wen Ji fall to the ground and whisper, Yan Ling was distressed and panicked, so he hugged Wen Ji tightly in his arms and said, "Brother Ji Ji, if I hold you, it won't be cold." ”

But it was a strange thing, Wenji muttered for a while, and sure enough, he calmed down and gradually fell asleep.

Through the dim skylight, Yan Ling stared at Wen Ji's handsome face, and said quietly: Brother Ji Ji, are you still cold? Every time you get sick, do you hold you like this for nine days? If she can really cure your illness, I won't ...... I can't spare her, she's the enemy who killed my parents......! But if I kill for nine days, won't there be no one to cure Brother Kiki's illness? What should I do? What should I do......

Yan Ling thought about it, and was entangled in everything, and unconsciously fell asleep.

In the early hours of the next morning, the sun was still below the horizon, and the red morning glow was already covering the eastern sky. The morning mist floats on the fields, like a milky white veil, beautiful. In the poplar forest, early magpies leap up and down the branches, making a crisp chirp.

It was the crisp chirping of the magpie that woke Yan Ling.

She sat up slightly, rubbed her eyes, and looked out of the hall.

I saw that the milky white morning mist was all over the courtyard, about a meter high from the ground, and all the scenery below one meter, including the bluestone stone steps, the wheels of the carriage and the jujube red horse looking down for food, seemed to be shaking slightly, while all the scenery above the meter was peaceful and still.

"It's amazing. Yan Ling let out an innocent exclamation, and at the same time, he couldn't help but walk out, jumping from the threshold and jumping in the courtyard.

She whirled and danced happily.

The milky white morning mist swung away layer by layer with Yan Ling's rotation, drifting past her slender waist, over her chest, and over her flying green silk, like a fairy dancing in the Yao Pond, beautiful.

"Sister Yan Ling...... Have you had enough?"

"Brother Kiki, are you well?" Yan Ling was pleasantly surprised.

"It's much better, thank you Sister Yan Ling for taking Wenji's illness last night. Wenji gave a serious salute,

"Who is with whom, and you are so polite!Brother Kiki, look, how fun this is!" Yan Ling was very excited, took a handful of morning mist, and mischievously splashed it according to Wenji.

The morning mist flew in front of Wenji and spread out, and the subtle fog beads could be seen clearly, crystal clear.

Wen Ji brushed away the fog beads and said, "Sister Yan Ling, if there is nothing else, let's hurry as soon as possible." ”

"Okay, listen to Brother Kiki, I'll go get my weapon. Yan Ling said, happily shaking off the morning mist and walking towards the hall.

After taking the Dividing Cloud Thorn, Yan Ling bowed respectfully to Tuhuang and thanked Tuhuang for his blessing: Wenji is safe and sound.

The carriage rolled out of the Tuhuang Temple and galloped all the way in the morning mist.

By noon, the two had returned to Tan's house.

Hu San and Hui's maid were discharged from the hospital to greet them, but they didn't see Wen Ji, and it turned out that Wen Ji had already returned to Tanjiazhuang.

Wen Ji then inquired about everything, although Hu San had dealt with the matter of Wangchenggang Yizhuang, but there was no news for nine days. So after Wenji comforted the wise girl, he asked Hu San to follow him to prepare the details of going to Wangchenggang Yizhuang tomorrow.

Yan Ling was originally a girl's family, and she was running back and forth, and she was sick for Wenji, she was already exhausted, and after returning to Muxing, she had lunch casually, and then went into the bedroom, hugged the bed and fell asleep.

In the afternoon, Wen Ji and Hu San drove into the east city of Wanling City and prepared the offerings such as incense, candles, incense, oil, flowers and fruits.

When I returned, it was already evening, the sun was setting in the mountains, and the city was dyed gold.

Hu San drove the carriage to the courtyard and jumped out of the car.

Unsteadily, I suddenly heard Wenji calling from behind the car: "Third uncle, come and help me." ”

Hu San was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly ran to the back of the car, but saw Wen Ji holding the canopy, his face was bloodless, and he trembled: "The eldest prince ......"

"I ...... I got sick again, and helped me out of the car. As soon as Wenji finished speaking, he stood unsteadily, and suddenly fell from the car.

"Big Prince! Big Prince, Big Prince......" Hu San panicked, stretched out his arms to catch Wen Ji, and hugged away from the carriage, "Come on! Come on, come on......"

Hu San hugged Wenji tightly and shouted loudly.

There were two guys piling up wood in the courtyard, and when they heard the call, they hurriedly came to hand with Hu San, carried Wenji into the wing, and put him on the bed.

The wise maid had already heard the noise and hurried over. Yan Lingcai woke up in a daze, suddenly heard an anxious call, rolled over, and got out of bed.

All of a sudden, everyone came to the wing.

Yan Ling threw himself at the head of the bed, his face full of concern: "Brother Kiki...... Brother Kiki ......"

"Sister Yan Ling...... Brother's illness ......" Wen Ji wanted to speak and stopped.

"Don't be afraid, let me help Brother Kiki's illness. Yan Ling said.

"No need...... This disease, I'm afraid that Sister Yan Ling can't stop it, but it will make you tired and hurt your body, and your efforts will be in vain. Wen Ji said.

"That'...... What should I do then!" Yan Ling was very anxious, remembering what Wen Ji had said: if this disease could not be cured, it would attack every few hours, and it was obvious that he had not cured Wen Ji's illness.