I don't know how long I slept this night, but suddenly I heard a noise and noise, and Yang Shouwen woke up suddenly.

"Son, come on."

As soon as Yang Shouwen sat up, he heard Song's cry.

He sighed in his heart, quickly got off the meditation bed, and walked quickly to the door.

Under the porch of the gatehouse, Yang Qingnu fell to the ground, the young lady cried, and Song and Yang looked helpless.

In Yang Jasmine's hand, she was carrying a gray poisonous snake.

But looking at the appearance of the poisonous snake, it is obvious that it is dead...... Yang Shouwen was shocked, and hurriedly ran over and came to Yang Qingnu's side.

"What's going on?"

"In the morning, Sister Qingnu said that she would help Yang Jasmine clean the yard, but she was accidentally bitten by a snake."

Yang Youniang said with a sob, obviously frightened as well.

Yang Shouwen didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly lifted the corner of the green slave's skirt, and saw that there was a very eye-catching bite mark on her ankle.

"Auntie, go to the torches."

Yang hurriedly agreed, ran to the room, and fetched a burning firewood.

Yang Shouwen took out the dagger, first burned it on the fire, and pressed the wound of the young slave, the knife edge slipped, and a stream of black blood with a fishy smell flowed out. He first kept squeezing, sending out the poisonous blood, and then lay on the young slave's ankle, sucking out the poisonous blood with his mouth, and spit it on the ground. Fortunately, in his previous life, he had learned how to treat the bite of a poisonous snake, and the poison of that poisonous snake did not seem to be very strong, and after a while, Yin Hong's blood flowed out of the wound.

Yang Shouwen rinsed his mouth, returned to the house, and took out a bottle of ointment from his skin.

The ointment is a snake medicine made by Tamura.

There are many people in the village who live on Hugu Mountain, and there are poisonous insects in the mountain, and it is inevitable that some people will be bitten. For everyone's safety, Tamura has specially made some ointments, as long as the poisoning is not deep and the treatment is appropriate, there will be no danger.

Applying the ointment to the wound of the young slave, looking at the leg that was a little swollen, Yang Shouwen breathed a sigh of relief.

"A-Niang, don't worry, the snake venom has been pulled out, and with Tamura Masa's ointment, the green slave will be fine."

At this time, the Song family no longer had the calmness and composure of the past.

Her face was full of tears, and when she heard Yang Shouwen's words, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, and took Yang Shouwen's hand and thanked her even more.

"A-Niang, you're welcome, I'll accompany the young slave here, you all get busy."

The young slave lay groggily in Yang Shouwen's arms, muttering in a low voice, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

Yang Shouwen took her in his arms and sat down on the porch.

"Yang Jasmine, you're checking to see if there are any other snakes in this yard."

It stands to reason that after autumn, snakes and insects enter the mountains and are no longer active.

The green slave was also unlucky, so he was bitten by a poisonous snake.

This kind of thing happened, and it also made the atmosphere of the Zen temple depressing. Both the Yang and Song clans were a little absent-minded and became cautious. In desperation, Yang Shouwen had no choice but to ask Yang Jasmine to check again, so as not to have another accident.

"Big brother, don't kill me!"

The young slave suddenly shouted in Yang Shouwen's words, and a pair of small hands tightly grasped Yang Shouwen's clothes, "The slave knows that he is wrong, he will never be naughty in the future, big brother, don't kill me." ”

Yang Shouwen's heart twitched, and he subconsciously hugged the green slave.

He suddenly realized how much damage the incident had caused to the Qing slave the day before yesterday.

Don't look at how normal she behaved last night, but in her heart, she always had a fear of Yang Shouwen.

Still a kid!

Yang Shouwen felt a little guilty, and his fingers gently stroked the green slave's cheek.

"Brother son, Sister Qingnu will be fine."

"Of course it won't happen."

"Well, then I'll wait for Sister Qingnu to wake up, and we will go to the back to see the scenery."

The young lady sat down beside Yang Shouwen, and Wukong and Bajie ran over, circled around Yang Shouwen, and then prostrate beside him.

Fortunately, the poison of this poisonous snake is not strong, and Yang Qingnu's poisoning is not deep.

At noon, she woke up once, ate some porridge and water, and fell asleep again. It's just that even if he fell asleep, the young slave still grabbed Yang Shouwen's clothes and refused to let go. The Song family wanted to take the green slave away, but was stopped by Yang Shouwen.

"It's okay, if I hold her like this, she'll sleep more peacefully."

Hearing Yang Shouwen's words, Song's mood suddenly brightened a lot.

She could feel that after experiencing such a thing, Yang Shouwen obviously cared more for the young slaves.

In the afternoon, Yang went down the mountain again.

When she returned, she brought a few porters with her, and at the same time bought a lot of fruits, vegetables, and some drinks.

At the same time, all the Qingping tunes brewed by Yang Shouwen were also delivered.

For the next few days, they don't need to go down again, they just have to wait on the mountain. Because two days later, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Night is falling again.

Yang Jasmine took Bodhi to inspect the Zen courtyard and made sure that there was no danger before returning to the room.

And Yang Shouwen held the young slave and sat on the porch outside the meditation room with the young lady. The green slave's complexion had recovered a little, and although his face was still pale, he could see a little blood. She pestered Yang Shouwen and asked him to continue telling the story.

Yang Shouwen immediately told Gao Laozhuang and Liushahe again, all the way to Huangfengling.

"Big brother."

"Huh?"

"Look at the tree."

Yang Shouwen was tired of talking, so he chatted with the young lady and the young slave.

Qing Nu suddenly pointed ahead and said, "Look at that tree, it looks like an old man with long eyebrows." ”

Looking in the direction of the young slave's finger, I saw an ancient tree in the corner of the Zen temple. Autumn has arrived, and most of the leaves have already withered. The bare branches of the trees, swaying gently in the night wind, made a soft sound that was almost inaudible.

An old man with long eyebrows?

Yang Shouwen was stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on the ancient tree.

That tree was the same tree that night when the Assassins hid and attacked Yang Shouwen with bows and arrows. It hadn't been long since the leaves had fallen off. Yang Shouwen narrowed his eyes and looked at the tree for a long time, revealing a thoughtful expression.

Long-eyebrow Arhat?

He stirred up a chill and helped Yang Qingnu to sit down.

"Young lady, you take care of the young slaves."

"Big brother, what are you going to do?"

The young slave who woke up after being injured showed an unparalleled dependence on Yang Shouwen, and his little hand grabbed Yang Shouwen's clothes and refused to let go.

On that little face, there was a pitiful expression.

Yang Shouwen smiled and reached out to press her head.

"I'll be right back...... You sit here obediently, and after we finish talking about Huang Fengling, we will obediently go to sleep. ”

"Oh."

Yang Qingnu nodded and let go of his hand.

"Brother son, do you want me to help?"

"No, just take care of the green slaves."

Yang Shouwen patted the young lady again, then jumped down from the porch, and walked two quick steps to the front of the big tree.

The trunk is very thick, and it takes two people to hug each other.

It is estimated that this tree has survived for an unknown number of years, and after absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, it is still vibrant.

Yang Shouwen circled around the tree a few times, and suddenly squatted down.

He found that there was a small hole at the point of the tree, and he did not know how it was formed. However, there are weeds in the area, so if you don't look carefully, you won't be able to spot it. The hole is not big, which can accommodate Yang Shouwen's fist to stick into.

"Young lady, go to the torches."

"Oh."

The young lady agreed, let Yang Qingnu lean on the pillar, ran to the room in three steps and two steps, and ran over with a torch in a while. Yang Shouwen took the torch in his hand and slowly approached the tree hole. There was a faint feeling inside, as if there was something in it. He took out his dagger and fiddled with it twice, making sure there was no danger in the hollow before reaching inside.

The tree hole is not deep and a bit damp.

Yang Shouwen felt as if he had grabbed something, and then pulled his hand out.

"Huh?"

The young lady looked at the items in Yang Shouwen's hand, and couldn't help but show a surprised expression, "Brother son, how can there be something here?" What is it? ”

It was a small oiled paper bag, and it seemed to be wrapped in something.

Yang Shouwen weighed it in his hand and nodded at the young lady, who immediately covered her mouth with her hand and nodded vigorously.

Don't make a noise!

The tacit understanding between Yang Shouwen and the young lady does not need to be expressed in words.

He put the oiled paper bag in the leather bag around his waist, and then took the young lady's little hand back to the porch with the torch.

"Big brother, what are you looking for?"

Qingnu didn't see what Yang Shouwen was doing under the tree clearly, because from her point of view, Yang Shouwen happened to be blocked by the trunk.

Yang Shouwen put the torch in the hole in the pillar and held the green slave in his arms.

"It's nothing, let's continue to tell the story......"