As a senior disciple, if you can of course understand what the master meant by finally trying his best to stop him just now, even the master is not this person's opponent, and he will definitely not be enough to see these people.

If he was alone, if he could definitely pounce on him regardless of a single person, but now he was not alone, he couldn't watch his juniors and disciples do useless fights, and even fight to promote his own people, because if he couldn't even touch other people's clothes, he would be beaten.

Although it is still unclear about the identity of the other party, since he can come to the master, the master naturally knows him, and he will not worry about finding a target in the future.

With such thoughts, if you can endure it.

Carry the master into the apse, a bedroom, if you can gently put the master on the bed, and the other junior brother will carry Ruowu to the other bed.

Then, if you can sit on the side, write down a prescription and hand it to a junior brother.

If you don't say it, then the junior brother will also understand, and immediately run out quickly to grab the medicine.

Under the teaching of the Ten Brahmens, these disciples of his have first-hand medical skills, especially if they can stand out.

In addition to this junior disciple, there was also a junior disciple who went to prepare the stove and the medicine jar, and after a while, the disciple who grabbed the medicine returned, and the medicine stove had already been set up and heated.

After the washed herbs are put in, they are immediately added with the spring water unique to the mountain and the medicine is boiled.

After a while, the smell of medicinal herbs emanated from the room, which was a little astringent, and after smelling it for a long time, it gave people a sense of tranquility.

And at this moment, Shifan's fingers moved, as if he had a consciousness.

"Master?" If you can ask tentatively.

Shi Fan's mouth opened slightly, but he didn't say anything, but instead held his throat. It's like I can't breathe. Like a low, hoarse voice pulled out by a bellows. It's like a throat with sticky phlegm, and it's very difficult and laborious to make a sound.

If you can frown slightly, sit on the head of the bed, lift Shifan's head a little, and massage Shifan's chest with his right hand, with his movements, Shifan's wheezing voice is a little smaller.

As time passed, the sound of the Ten Vashards bellows gradually became fainter. Breathing is also a lot easier.

"Ahem!"

Suddenly, Shi Fan coughed violently, and when the disciples were nervous, if they could suddenly pat Shi Fan on the back, Shi Fan immediately coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm!

All the disciples were shocked, and if they could reach out with the same expression, there was a handkerchief in their hands that had been prepared a long time ago, and they immediately covered the bloody phlegm.

At the same time, a long inhalation sound came from the mouth of the Ten Fans, full of comfort.

If you can throw away the veil. Turning his head, Shifan had slowly opened his eyes at this time.

Ten Brahmans looked a little older than they had just been. The wrinkles on his face are as deep as a groove, his skin is black and wrinkled, and there are old age spots on his bald head, looking like an old man.

Shi Fan's eyes were cloudy and blank at the moment, and he looked at the faces of several disciples one by one, and finally his gaze fell on the face of Ruo Neng on his side.

If you hadn't seen the power of Shifan's hands just now, no one would have thought that this unattractive old monk was a genuine master.

"Master......" If you can say in a low voice, there is some blame in your tone, more guilt.

Shifan smiled slightly, and said in a low voice: "It's okay...... For the teacher, the fortune teller is big, and the ghost door is closed......"

"Master, you ...... You shouldn't have left us in the apse......" if you can say.

"If you don't warn you like that, do you still want to be beaten?" Shi Fan sighed, thinking of the terrible dust just now, his heart was full of heaviness.

He had heard the sound of falling dust before, so he warned a few disciples that they were not allowed to come out in the apse, otherwise they would be severely punished, and then he came to see falling dust.

Although he had injured Luochen, Shifan understood that with Luochen's heart, if he was not completely sure, he would not come to him again.

Shi Fan's expectation was really not bad, although this time Luochen did not directly kill him, but it also beat him badly enough, if his disciples were present at the time, the consequences were absolutely unpredictable.

"Bring me the medicine and I'll drink it." Shibra didn't say anything more, but said.

The disciple who boiled the medicine was stunned for a moment, and then remembered the medicine he had just boiled, and immediately turned around, and found that he didn't know when the medicine had been boiled, so he hurriedly ran over.

Pouring the medicine into a deep, blue-rimmed bowl, the disciple carefully brought it to Ruo Neng.

If he could take it, he was about to feed it to the master with a spoonful, but Shifan shook his head slightly.

If you can be stunned for a moment, then you will come to your senses, and bring the bowl to Shifan's mouth, and Shifan immediately gulped down, as if ignoring the hot medicine.

After a few moments, a bowl of medicine bottomed out.

If you can wipe the corners of Shifan's mouth, Shifan then sits cross-legged on the bed and slowly breathes.

And Ruo Neng walked to the other bed, gave Ruo Wu a massage, and fed him medicine, but Ruo Wu didn't wake up so quickly.

The night of Huanglong Temple was quiet, although there were good men and women who came to greet with concern, but they were all rejected by the disciples guarding the door.

I don't know how long it took, Shi Fan suddenly let out a long breath, the breath was like Bai Lian, and after spitting it out, it was sucked back by Shi Fan.

In the midsummer weather, this mass of qi can be seen with the naked eye, which has to be said to be very strange, but none of the disciples in the room are curious, and they seem to be accustomed to it.

Shifan opened his eyes, still cloudy eyes, but not as weak as before, and restored his previous indifference, as if nothing could arouse his interest.

"Master, how are you feeling?" If you can, several brothers and sisters will say in unison.

Looking at the concerned eyes, Shifan shook his head and smiled: "It's okay to be a teacher." ”

After speaking, Shifan looked around at several disciples and said slowly: "The teacher knows that you are curious, and he is extremely angry about today's events, so the teacher will tell you about the events of the year." ”

Hearing Shi Fan say this, if he can several people's eyes lit up.

Shi Fan's eyes showed a look of remembrance, and after a moment of slight distraction, he said: "Actually, things are not complicated, six years ago, this old Taoist called Luochen came to Longtan Mountain, however, he did not enter the Huanglong Temple, when I saw him, he was also in Longting Pavilion." ”

"At that time, he looked a little down, as if he had just experienced something, I asked him what was wrong, he didn't answer me at the time, just said that he was very interested in Longting Pavilion and the history here, I saw that he was a little strange, and I was worried that something would happen, so I talked to him outside Longting Pavilion......"

He said that he had observed Longtan Mountain, which was a hidden dragon, and if the people here could not be rich, I was afraid that there would be a disaster.

I saw that what he said was reasonable, and I had discovered this through the classics and observations in the temple over the years, so I told him what I knew, but I didn't expect it......"

Speaking of this, Shifan sighed, with a look of regret in his eyes. (To be continued......)