The sculpture of the snake-headed human body in front of the Yaowang Temple is still standing, and the surroundings are quiet, and the birds in the forest fly by, leaving a half-sound call.

There was not a hint of wind, and the hot and humid air seemed to be filled with the smell of medicinal herbs.

A small snake was lying on the eaves of the Yaowang Temple, but it didn't seem interested in the comer.

Under the eaves, there is a tile basin with half a basin of water in it......

It hadn't rained lately, but every once in a while, a drop of water fell from the eaves and into the clay basin under the eaves, making a strange dripping sound.

Ma Chao held the sword tightly, he held his breath, on my right side, the mustache was on my left side, Ma Chao's eyes were very alert, like a pair of eagle eyes.

There was a drop of water falling into the clay pot, and there seemed to be a bird flying in the jungle, and the light was dim, if I didn't know that there was a huge underground space under this lonely Yaowang Temple, then I would have taken pity on this lonely temple.

In this uninhabited jungle, such a small stone temple is indeed uncomfortable.

Meng Zhu walked in front of the snake statue, and knelt in front of the stone statue in front of him, his action scared me, how can Meng Zhu worship this stone statue, what does the snake figure mean to Meng Zhu and them.

Meng Zhu knelt on the ground, closed his eyes, and then bowed forward, and after bowing, he lay on the ground and recited the words.

Bazihu looked at me, and I shook my head slightly, indicating that I didn't understand what Meng Zhu was talking about.

Mengzhu seemed to be very sad, like the kind of person who ran away from home when he was a teenager and returned to his hometown in old age.

For those who return at dusk, the mood of returning home is self-evident, when the teenager left home, Top Gun, no matter how beautiful outside, how to fight, but when he was old, he began to miss the grass and trees in his hometown.

Once people get old, they become very nostalgic for the old days, especially for their hometown.

When I was thirty years old, I liked to be drunk on the lights, and I was full of spirit in the city, and when I saw the grass houses and adobes in my hometown, I felt that the city was more beautiful.

But when I get old, I can't play anything, and I come to see my hometown again, and I am even willing to spend a limited time in my hometown in my later years.

Mengzhu is not a twilight return now, although he has left the Yaowang Temple for a long time, he was forced away by Mengzhu, originally Mengzhu is the heir of the Yaowang, but the brothers are forced to each other, and the heart is cold.

Now Mengzhu has returned to Yaowang Temple, the scene of Yaowang Temple makes him feel sad, he still remembers that there were many people in Yaowang Temple in the past, and many men and women in Miaojiang studied medicine here and fell in love freely, why is Yaowang Temple so deserted now.

This is all the evil done by that Meng, although the medicine king invented the twelve needles of Miao Jiang to kill people, but the medicine king has always been a doctor, what happened to the invention of the killing technique?

Atomic bombs don't kill?

If it should be thundered because the medicine king created Miao Jiang's twelve-needle killing technique, then the person who invented the atomic bomb should also end up like this.

Some people may say that the invention of weapons is first out of self-defense, so who said that the invention of the Miao Jiang Twelve Needles by the Medicine King was not out of self-defense?

Kitchen knives can cut vegetables, and they can also cut people, and the sale of kitchen knives cannot be prohibited just because they can kill people.

Meng Zhu was sad in front of the Yaowang Temple, turned around and sighed and said: It's over! The Medicine King Gate is over!

I, Bazihu and Ma Chao didn't know how to comfort Mengzhu, he looked at the stone temple and said: I am the medicine king of the sect to save the dead and help the wounded, based on medical care to save the world, I never expected to end up today.

I comforted: Old gentleman, don't be overly sad, over the ages, there have been prosperous times, there are also disasters, and now the Han court is not also a miasma, I believe that Xuande Gong can help the Han Dynasty, and the same is true for the Yaowang Temple, once Mengqi is eliminated, the Yaowang Temple can regain its majesty.

Meng Zhu was slightly better, and I said: It's important to save General Zhao, let's go and have a look first.

Ma Chao stepped forward and was about to push the door, but Meng Zhu stopped and said: The general must not touch this door, there is a white ** on this door, which is highly poisonous, and there are wooden thorns on the door, and the thorns are poisonous, if you are accidentally stabbed, the poisoning will hurt your life.

Ma Chao quickly retracted his hand, and then he saw that there were indeed a lot of wooden thorns on the two doors, if he didn't understand the reason, he thought that this was a very natural wooden thorn on the wooden door.

Before, if you didn't pay attention to it, you were stabbed by a wooden thorn, and then you were poisoned.

Meng Zhu walked to the door, found the mechanism, and gently played it, and the door opened.

Meng Zhu instructed: In order to prevent poisonous snakes from entering the Yaowang Temple to hurt people, there are many poisonous places in the temple, so you should not touch things casually.

Under the leadership of Meng Zhu, the four of them entered the Yaowang Temple, and the furnishings inside were the same as the ones we saw before.

Among them is the clay sculpture of the king of medicine, there are two oil lamps lit in front of the clay sculpture, and Meng Zhu knelt on the ground with a puff when he saw the sculpture of the king of medicine: Master Zu! I'm back!

This kind of situation is really sad.

Meng Zhu bowed again and again, and said with tears: Master Zu, the master is unfortunate, I have no power to return to the sky, and now with the help of Liu Xuande's southward division, I will take advantage of the situation to clear the door for your old man, and I hope that your old man will help you in secret.

Bazihu was secretly laughing, I knew that he was laughing at Mengzhu, the Medicine King had died a long time ago, and he also hoped that the Medicine King's soul could help him clean up the portal.

This kind of mentality, many people have, this is what ordinary people don't dare to do to the bad guy or the other party, they will come to a sentence: you will be retributed, he will be retributed......

Will it? Not necessarily, this kind of sustenance and comfort is actually a manifestation of powerlessness and helplessness, otherwise what can be done?

How many people have been punished? If you can't beat him, will God slap him for you?

This kind of psychology actually belongs to YY.

In front of the clay medicine king, there are no more snake-shaped mesh vessels, and these sacrificial vessels are likely to be taken by Meng Qi to sacrifice to the evil gods.

After Meng Zhu worshiped the medicine king, he walked to the back, and then followed him to the second floor, the furnishings on the second floor have not changed, a few futons on the ground, an old tree root tea table, a small ancient teapot on the coffee table, and a few small teacups. There is no water in the teacup, and there is no water in the teapot, which shows that no one has been drinking tea here for a long time.

Bazihu picked up the teacup and looked at it, his face was happy, he couldn't put down this teapot, and even wanted to put it in his pocket, he whispered to me: This thing is at least thousands of years old.

I said that you can't move tens of thousands of years of history, after cleaning the door, Meng Zhu is the owner here, is it appropriate for you to take things here?

Bazi pouted and said: I didn't say to take it, I just said the history of this thing.

Mengzhu walked and said: This pot is passed down by the king of medicine, has gone through several generations, this pot is made of a special mud, and the fuel fired is also a special medicinal material, so it is used to make tea to refresh people and relieve fatigue, as well as the effect of curing diseases.

Bazihu held the teapot in his hand and played with it, playing with it, and suddenly his hand seemed to be bitten by a snake, he threw away the teapot, took a few steps back, staggered against the wall, and then slid to the ground.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" I say.

Bazihu reluctantly raised his hand, pointed at Meng Zhu and couldn't speak, he seemed to have suddenly become mute.

I was so frightened by him that I began to think that Mengzhu was fake, that Mengzhu had made up and brought us into the Yaowang Temple to kill us.

Unexpectedly, Meng Zhu walked to the mustache with an arrow, pinched the mouth of the mustache, stuffed something into the mouth of the mustache, and then slapped the back of the head of the mustache, Mengzhu said: Go to the pot outside the Yaowang Temple to get a handful of water.