Fang Niang said: "He asked the rich family to clean up a clean house, the window frame was nailed, leaving only a small door to enter and exit, and sent his family to guard it day and night, except for his parents and relatives, and the doctor, no one was allowed to enter or leave, and the medicine that the young lady took was also fried and sent by the doctor himself." ”

This kind of treatment is really unheard of, Wen Xi was surprised, the general heat and atmosphere, it is good to breathe the wind, this doctor did the opposite, I don't know why, she asked: "Then did Mr. Tang Yao ask why he wanted to treat the disease like this afterwards?"

Fang Niang nodded, "He asked, the doctor said, he said, ......" Fang Niang said this, the tip of her tongue seemed to freeze, difficult to speak, her face showed some pain, and only after a long time did she say: "He said, the disease is undoubtedly hot, but the heart is entangled with a demonic barrier, she is bitter, so delusional, and some sinister intentions, it is getting heavier and heavier, if you want to be cured, you must not see any outsiders." ”

"Sinister intentions!" Wincy was already shocked.

Fang Niang clenched the teacup and didn't drink it for a long time, "God knows about my sister's death, and there is another person who knows, but I don't have any way but to ask his conscience." Girl, I don't know why you came here today, why you asked about this, no one will believe me, and it will hurt my sister's character and reputation. If it weren't for her love to the bone marrow, why would she die like this, if it weren't for her love to the flesh and blood, how could he use this despicable method to kill her!" In the end, Fang Niang was almost sad and angry.

Wen Xi is already wooden, the despicable person she is talking about, is Ming?!

No one knows that in the Xianyuan Mountain outside Muchuan City, when there was more than a monk who practiced the Tao in the several extremely simple scripture houses, the mountain temple did not welcome pilgrims, and there was little incense on weekdays.

In their leisure time, monks only plant a few teas, plant a few flowers, or have friends from afar who don't know when to play a game of chess and taste a pot of tea.

Time has passed, and gradually, people have also known that there is a good monk in the mountains, and there are people who have established themselves in temples and made great names, and there are also people who have retreated to the mountains and forests to cultivate their self-cultivation. Since ancient times, literati have a sense of retreat, so they all look up to the hermit at a glance, the monk talks elegantly, knowledgeable about the ancient and modern, it is the style of the world's high sages, even if they do not make friends with people, but they also have the name of a famous monk.

Ming rarely goes out of the mountain, and he has no intention of becoming famous, his conduct and sentiment can be respected, Wen Xi chewed on this matter, full of suspicion.

"Love Dies...... Love ...... death" Wen Xi sat on the horse and suddenly asked the crow on the side, "Crow, do you have anyone you like?"

The crow was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head, "Love can be chaotic, no." ”

"Alas......" she was right, Wen Xi felt that her heart was in turmoil at the moment, for some reason, she wanted to cry, an emotion that could transcend life and death seemed to envelop her body, did she love Master so much? Whenever she talked about the word "love", she couldn't help but feel heartache.

Wincy was sad and depressed.

Back at the foot of Xianyuan Mountain, Wen Xi did not go up the mountain to return to the Jingshui Zen Temple, but went to see Xuanchen who lived in a farm at the bottom of the mountain.

Xuanchen was directing Yan'er to dry the medicine, and the courtyard was full of bitter breath, he saw Wen Xi and said, "Coincidentally, I am going to look for you." ”

Wen Xi pushed the courtyard door and asked, "Is there something wrong with the Taoist master?"

Xuanchen said: "I don't know how effective the prescription given by that person is, and Poor Dao is a little uneasy." ”

When Wen Xi gave Xuan Chen the prescription of bad life, he hesitated for a long time before using it, he was extremely conceited about his medical skills, but he was helpless with the blood drinking technique and Wen Xi eating the poison that suppressed the blood drinking technique, and he had been holding his scalp uncomfortably for several days.

It's just that he can't gamble with Wen Xi's life, so he weighed the prescription and considered it again, and he still used it, but he still needs to see how effective it will be.

Wen Xi walked to the courtyard, sat down on the simple bamboo chair, put his hand on the stone table, and Xuan Chen also sat down opposite her, probing his pulse for a long time, and then he said to Yan'er: "Little sister, go to my room and bring the small porcelain bowl on the shelf." ”

Yan'er put down her work to get the porcelain bowl, and Wen Xihu looked at Xuanchen suspiciously.

Xuanchen pursed his lips, and when Yan'er took the small porcelain bowl, he took out a cloth bag from his arms, and after opening it, a row of silver needle knives and scissors were shining.

He picked up one of the small silver knives, looked at Wen Xi, and then looked at the small silver knife at his fingertips, Wen Xi was furious by his look, and couldn't help but want to retract his hand, not wanting Xuan Chen to move faster, his hand rose and fell, Wen Xi's fingertips instantly burst out of drops of blood, and Xuan Chen immediately caught it with a small bowl.

"Daoist, you!" the crow was startled for a moment, and when she reacted, the dagger was already out of its sheath.

Wen Xi was a little pained, frowned, and said, "Daoist, you can just say it in advance." ”

Xuanchen didn't feel guilty at all, and said: "Ten fingers are connected to the heart, the poor way is more unexpected, and you have less pain." ”

Raven withdrew his knife and stood aside with his face blackened and his hands folded.

Wen Xi was helpless, so he had to ask, "Why did the Taoist master take my blood?"

Xuan Chen didn't say it explicitly, but said: "Naturally, I won't teach you to suffer in vain this time." ”

Xuanchen saw that a lot of Wen Xi's blood had dripped in the small porcelain bowl, so he took out another bottle of medicine and sprinkled it on the wound on Wen Xi's fingertips, the wound gradually stopped bleeding, Wen Xi wrapped it in a towel, smelled the smell of medicine, and suddenly looked at Xuan Chen suspiciously, "This medicine ......"

Xuan Chen faked coughing twice in embarrassment, and carefully put away the small porcelain bowl filled with blood.

"This is the smell of the gold sore medicine that my master used to prescribe. Wen Xi wondered, how could Xuan Chen know the recipe for this golden sore medicine.

"Gold sore medicine is nothing more than a few flavors. "This medicine is the medicine that Wen Xi gave him when Luo Cheng was injured two years ago, Xuan Chen felt that the effect of the medicine was good, and he also prepared some for research, which is harmless, but it is not good to tell Wen Xi about the past, Xuan Chen vaguely passed, so he asked: "Why do you suddenly want to come to the old way?

Wen Xi thought about it, she wanted to ask Xuanchen something, but she didn't know how to phrase it, she hesitated and hesitated before asking, "Daoist, what kind of disease can only be cured by seeing people?"

"Can't see people's illnesses?," Xuan Chen didn't want to say directly.

Wen Xi was speechless, so he said, "It's to be locked up and cured." ”

"Lock it up......" Xuanchen saw Wen Xi's solemn face, so he didn't talk nonsense, but asked: "You ask so casually, even if the old Taoist is skilled in medicine, it is difficult to guess, you always have to tell me what the appearance is, what the illness is, and what the symptoms are." ”