"Mother!"

With a "poof", the thunder beast rarely took pity on this woman, printed a kiss on her face, and ran out of the house without looking back.

"Hey, young master, you run slowly!" Mama Li, Mama Luo, and Qiu Yue hurriedly followed out, and Mrs. He and another girl stayed in the room under her, and there was no sound for a while.

"Woo ......"

Suddenly, Mrs. He could no longer hold back her emotions, covered her handkerchief with her hand, and choked up.

The girl who was waiting on the side, like Qiu Yue, was Mrs. He's personal maid, her name was Xia Chan, and she was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl with a delicate appearance.

has been by her side for many years, and she naturally knows why she is crying at this time.

"Madam, you should be happy, the young master will get better and better!" Xia Chan helped Madame walk out and comforted gently.

"Well, I knew I was doing the right thing. Qin'er is really the lucky star of our He family!" she took out a handkerchief embroidered with peonies and wiped her tears, raised her eyes to look at her son who was leading Qin'er to run crazy in the yard, and suddenly felt that the hard days should come to an end!

............

In today's Han Dynasty, the Holy Lord ruled the world by law, and held an attitude of not advocating or restricting religion, so the great sects such as Taoism and Buddhism occupied a place among the people by virtue of their abilities.

Relatively speaking, Heluo County, located in a remote place in the south, was born and raised without the patronage and baptism of major sects, and had its own beliefs: witch gods!

Locally, the witch god is an amazing deity who created all things in the world and blessed this fertile land, so that the people can live and work in peace and contentment.

As long as the heart is sincerely bowed and offered, this deity will respond to almost everything he needs.

Wushen Temple is located in Dayan Mountain, 80 miles away from the outskirts of Heluo County. Dayan Mountain is thousands of feet high, the terrain is steep, and the Wushen Temple is built on a naturally formed flat land on the halfway of Dayan Mountain.

The age of the construction of the temple is no longer known, but looking at the magnificent temple, the towering greenery between the Lang Garden, and the inscriptions and paintings of famous artists of various generations, we can also know that its history must be long and thick.

And the temple is dedicated to this legendary all-powerful god with a thousand faces and thousands of hands, the witch god.

Obviously, from the perspective of the entire Han Dynasty, the Wushen Temple, whether it is the scale of the temple or the followers of the believers, is weak to negligible, but in a radius of 100 miles from Luo County, it is also a famous holy place for asking God for divination, seeking medical advice and solving all kinds of difficult and miscellaneous matters. Its incense is vigorous, and it has also reached the point that people will go up the mountain and knock on the door in the middle of the night to relieve the urgent need.

The reason why the witch temple can be respected by the locals is that the successive leaders, the divine envoys have never taken the initiative to preach to the outside world and develop believers, only guarding their own acres and thirds of land, doing things honestly, and being diligent and diligent.

Therefore, the witch temple, which originally had some ability, has developed into this low-key and vigorous place of worship and blessing.

The head of the witch temple is called the Divine Envoy, and the current Divine Envoy is called Meng Qi, who is the first disciple of the previous Divine Envoy, and has been in charge of the temple for more than 30 years.

God has made it customary for adults to keep a low profile and rarely show their faces. The general chores of the temple are all completed by the division of labor among the apprentices under its seats.

Meng was tall and of unknown age, wrapped in a black hood, which could distinguish him from others, except for the word "zero" embroidered with dark green silk thread on his right chest, which was the low and hoarse voice and the three-inch long beard hanging down from his chest.

Of course, all the clergy in the witch temple, except for the miscellaneous servants, wore black hoods and hid themselves from head to toe to show respect for the witch god.

There were a total of two hundred and eight people in the witch temple, all male. In addition to the divine envoy, he personally taught ten disciples, and each of the ten disciples received ten disciples, in addition to a number of miscellaneous servants.

Every day, the temple begins to do morning classes at the beginning of the day, and then has evening classes after the last rays of sunset disappear into the sea of clouds.

For the rest of the time, the gods made the whereabouts of the adults uncertain, and the rest of the people went their own way, doing chores such as serving the gods, divination, divination, and practice.

At this time, it was already early in the morning, and the sixth apprentice on duty, Zhou Zhanming, went back to the backyard to rest first, leaving his eldest apprentice Peng Yi and second apprentice Bo Feng in the waiting hall to receive believers who had climbed the mountain overnight to ask for medicine.

When the divine envoy passed by the waiting hall, he happened to see two disciples grinding medicinal herbs for three or five anxious-looking people.

He didn't disturb everyone, stepping on soap boots trimmed with gold wire, and quietly shuttling through the dark verandah.

The verandah was supposed to have lanterns illuminated at night, but instead of going through the dimly lit places, the divine messenger made eighteen bends and picked out some remote corners, which had been blown out by the snow wind, and which the servants had not had time to discover.

His steps were light, barely making a sound, like a midnight ghost, floating in every unknown corner of the Witch Temple.

However, if you look closely, you will find that this divine envoy seems to be wandering aimlessly, but in fact he is digging in different medicine fields.

Speaking of which, we have to mention the famous and extremely precious medicinal fields of the Witch Temple.

God has made it possible for him and his disciples, as well as his disciples, to see and heal the sick.

And the medicinal materials they use are completely different from those angelica, chuanqiong, deer antler, ginseng, licorice and so on on the market.

The terrain of Dayan Mountain is dangerous, the climate is special, the environment is low and humid all year round, and the contact with sunlight is often several times that of the mountain, so the plants that grow out of the soil also have a unique medicinal effect.

Most of these plants can only survive here, and they can be cultivated in another place, and most of them can't grow, and even if the small half grows, they don't have the medicinal properties they should have.

Therefore, the reason why the Wushen Temple can have such a great reputation in the vicinity of Heluo County is that in addition to the unfathomable technique of asking the gods and asking for divination, it is their amazing medical skills and medicinal materials.

For example, when Master He had been infertile for many years, it was after searching all over the medical halls and visiting famous families everywhere to no avail, he ran to the Wushen Temple to ask for a box of Sun medicine, and finally got He Chengzhang, a lone seedling with a handle.

Therefore, at this time, the divine envoy appeared in various medicinal fields in a fluttering manner, which was naturally collecting the required medicinal materials.

As for why he is in charge of a temple, why he wants to take advantage of the dark wind of the night to collect medicine, there must be something that has to be kept secret.

Soon, the Divine Envoy had gathered all the things he needed, then turned and walked in a darker direction.

After walking for another quarter of an hour, he rounded the two arches and finally entered a silent courtyard.

This side courtyard is not very large, and there is a very small courtyard dam in the middle because no one has cleaned it, so there is no light at the moment, and the thick snow also allows the divine envoy to clearly see the three rows of rooms.

"Squeak, squeak", stepping on the thick snow, the witch god is familiar with the way to change his pace in the courtyard. It was obviously a house in front of him, but he moved left and right, walked out one rune after another, and slowly approached the closed door in the middle.

Obviously, there is a formation set up here, and ordinary people can't walk into this courtyard even if they see it.

Standing in front of the door, he first stomped his soap boots on the floor slightly, removed the snow residue, and then listened intently for a while, then pushed the door and quietly walked inside.

"Squeak!

The door opened, then slammed shut, followed by the sound of the latch falling.

"Sir?"

In the darkness, a slightly nasal male voice came out. Listen, it's a teenager who is in the stage of changing his voice.

"Ah Hitomi, is it better?" the god ordered the lord to light the oil lamp on the table with a fire breaker.

In the not very spacious room, except for a wooden table and two chairs, there is a wooden bed with a quadruped standing against the wall.

On the bed lay a pale young man, with clear eyebrows and handsome eyes, but his eyes were a little sloppy.

God sent an adult to wake him up from his light sleep. He sat up slowly, his white undershirt untied, and the shocking whiplash was exposed to the dim oil lamp.

"Well, ahem...... Sir bothered, ahem...... Much better...... "The boy spoke intermittently, and then there was a soft tapping sound.

It was the gods who made him sit down and pat him on the back.

He doesn't know what Mr. looks like, but he was rescued by Mr., and he should have no ill will towards himself!

"It's so late, and I'm still bothering Mr. to come over, Hitomi ......"

"Needless to say, the medicine left for you can be eaten?"

"Ate before bed. The boy nodded. The gentleman's voice was very hoarse, like an old and dilapidated bellows, and it was a little hairy to listen to in the middle of the night.

However, the young man felt very relieved and asked softly, "Sir, the toxins in the body seem to be much less, and the wound seems to be healing." ”

"Well, it's going to get better. So saying, the angel took a package from his robe and put it on the table.

"This is tomorrow's food and water. Bear with me, and I'll take you out soon. ”

"Well, thank you, sir!"

"Then I'm going to give you the medicine. ”

"Hmm......" The young man's voice was extremely low, as if he was a little reluctant and a little hesitant.

However, in the end, the divine envoy did not say anything more, but let out a slight tinkering sound, followed by a deliberately suppressed muffled grunt.

Outside, in the dark night, heavy snow began to fall again.

It was sprinkled with enthusiasm, and soon all the footprints of the divine envoy were covered.

............

After a while, the believers in the waiting hall left, and when Peng Yi and Bo Feng were done, they put out the oil lamp and walked out of the waiting hall with a yawn.

Peng Yi took out the key and locked the gate, and walked towards the backyard with Bo Feng.

When passing through the main hall, the two of them couldn't help but pay attention to the black daku, and bowed to the statue of the witch god who was also wrapped in the black daze.

"Senior brother, did you see the ancestor before?" the two of them walked on the verandah, which was already covered with a pile of snow, making a creaking sound.

The one who asked was Bo Feng, thin and tall, who originally had delicate facial features, but because of the rules of the Witch Temple, he was also covered under the hat at this time.

The senior brother on the side, Peng Zhen, is a little shorter, a little thicker, and he is a stuffy gourd with a Chinese face and big eyes. The temperature was too low in the early morning, and when he heard his junior brother wanting to talk to him, he was reluctant to let out the hot air in his mouth. So, he shook his head at his junior brother through his hat.

Bo Feng didn't understand what the senior brother meant, and continued: "Hey, you said, the ancestor brought back a child from outside a few days ago, why hasn't he seen the shadow of another person for so long?" Speaking ......of this, he couldn't help but poke Peng Yi with his arms around the sleeve, "Have you heard of it......?"

"What nonsense!" Peng Yi finally spoke up, but it was really to stop the junior brother from spreading rumors.

"I didn't say that. You know, even the people under the mountain know about it? Bo Feng didn't care.

There are really a lot of rules in the witch temple, and the tenth rule is that outsiders can't stay overnight!

"It's really strange, you say, the temple doesn't allow outsiders to stay overnight, why did the divine envoy keep that person for so long?"

Peng Yi was actually very puzzled in his heart, but as a senior brother, he always had to be much more upright than other junior brothers, and remembered the first rule of the temple: don't speak falsely!

Well, Bo Feng is right, there are really many rules in the Witch Temple.

Do not speak falsely, do not disobey the elders, do not make loud noises, do not take off your robe at will, do evil, do not leave your duties without permission, do not go down the mountain without permission, do not fight, do not favoritism, and do not stay overnight......

Well, whether it is an apprentice or a miscellaneous servant in the witch temple, the first thing to do when entering the temple is to memorize the one hundred and eight rules well.

"Hurry up and go back to rest, don't talk nonsense all day long, be careful that the second uncle will know about it, and let you go to the torture hall to receive the punishment." ”

"Huh?" When Bo Feng heard this, he was immediately a little deflated.

The second uncle is responsible for the supervision of the words and deeds of the people in the temple and the criminal law. His torture hall is not a place where everyone wants to be a guest.

Hey, speaking of which, Bo Fengyou's thinking began to wander.

Originally, God made adults accept apprentices, and they all had to go through several selections and assessments before they could become disciples.

And these disciples, who were born at the wrong time, missed the time for the gods to accept the apprentices, although they have good qualifications, they can only become the second echelon in the witch temple.

And when the new Divine Envoy accepts the leadership of the Temple, in addition to his own disciples, the other brothers and their apprentices will be asked to leave the Temple and fend for themselves.

As for the selection of those miscellaneous servants, it was stricter and more closed than theirs.

Every year, the priest would release the servants of the appropriate age to the mountain to marry and have children, and then choose the first male to be born and send him back to the temple to inherit his father's inheritance at the age of ten. When a new generation of servants had spent ten years in the temple, they were released back to the bottom of the mountain to continue their father's mission.

Therefore, it is impossible for anyone else in the Witch Temple to stay here forever except for the Divine Envoy. As for outsiders, the temple's admonition clearly states that no outsiders can stay overnight!

As a result, a few days ago, the divine envoy suddenly brought back a mysterious young man who was wrapped in a blanket and couldn't see his face clearly, which attracted some attention.

Bo Feng didn't see it at the time, but he heard others mention that the divine envoy personally brought people into his room.

Own room?

So, what does that mean?

There are a lot of chores in the witch temple every day, but this does not stop people from gossiping.

Soon, without any explanation from the Divine Envoy, the rumors about the mysterious boy flew to the streets and alleys of Heluo County like a mouth with wings.