There is no need to ask, the young monk knew early on that he was going to accompany him, and he was not surprised by Prime Minister Zuo's visit, but nodded and said: "The monk is still vulgar, there is no more beauty in the world, only a bald head Shi Xiaoxiao remains." ”

Master Hu laughed: "Wuyan is a master, and Shi Xiaoxiao is also a master, there is no difference." As he spoke, he looked back at Song Yang and the others: "This Mr. Shi, together with all of you, is a member of my Nanli Yipin, and this visit, everyone will work together to promote the prestige of my Nanli country." ”

Shi Xiaoxiao didn't bother at all, and greeted the nine wizards one by one, smiling and speaking gently. Other strangers are either from the mountains and wilderness, or from ordinary backgrounds, and have little understanding of Buddhist family affairs, and they don't know the origin of monks, but from the attitude of Prime Minister Zuo, how can they not understand the background of this person, they are polite and polite, and say a few words of greeting, but the two are more serious, and when Shi Xiaoxiao came to greet him, he frowned and said: "If you are not a monk, why are you still wearing monk's robes and changing clothes." ”

Shi Xiaoxiao didn't think about it and replied: "Clothes are clothes, no matter whether they are monk clothes or official robes." People are people, regardless of whether they are monks or butchers. ”

The second fool could understand this kind of words, and shook his head in a daze: "I'm not a monk, I'm not a butcher, I'm a sheep herder... I'm an official of Nanli, and I'm a servant of the desk. ”

Shi Xiaoxiao smiled: "You are you, you are very good." He walked up to Heikou Yao beside the second fool, and before he could open his mouth this time, Ayigo preemptively said: "Monk, you are beautiful, I can see my heart pounding." Her eyes lit up, and she looked like she was about to take off her monk's clothes.

Unexpectedly, Shi Xiaoxiao stretched out his hand and took Ayigo's hand.

Even if he is still vulgar and no longer has to keep the sexual precepts, he should also take care of the defense of men and women; Take a step back, at least understand who the other party is, can Heikouyao's hand be touched by anyone? But Shi Xiaoxiao didn't care, put his palms together, and covered Ayigo's left hand in his palm...... And Meng Lang's actions were only cordial when he did it: "You are also beautiful, everything in the living world is beautiful, and everything makes me tempted." ”

After speaking, he let go of her hand, leaned over and picked up a fallen leaf that was still green from the ground, put it in the palm of Ayigo's hand, and didn't explain anything, turning his eyes to the last stranger: Song Yang.

Shi Xiaoxiao's eyes are not very big, but the light in his eyes is blurred, as if the two clear springs seem to be still but are slowly flowing, according to the old man, this is the 'peach blossom eyes', the most charming, anyone who is stared at like this will inevitably get dizzy, Song Yang is no exception, he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Master, you are sick." ”

The rude words made everyone else startled, Shi Xiaoxiao was slightly surprised, and then said with relief: "It turns out that Mr. is a famous doctor, and you can see it just by looking at it." I have a chronic lung disease, which I have been doing since I was a child, and I am sick with old age, so I don't need to do anything. ”

Only then did everyone know that the master was really sick, and Prime Minister Zuo also interjected and laughed: "Mr. Shi is the same as the old man, and the old man's lungs are not very good." ”

Shi Xiaoxiao replied with a smile: "The world can't escape, it's inevitable." ”

But Song Yang was 'unrelenting', grabbed the monk's wrist to check his pulse, and after asking about the pulse, he reached out to pluck his eyelids, and then said, "Stick out your tongue and show me." ”

The five organs correspond to the five senses, a good Lang Zhong can make a preliminary consultation by observing the five senses, Song Yang grew up with the Imperial Doctor You, this ability has long been practiced, the monk's face is full and his complexion is shiny and shiny, but the sides of the nose are slightly dull, according to the medical scriptures, it is a lung disease. But after observing more closely, Song Yang saw some other abnormalities on the monk's face...... Checking the disease is a meticulous effort, everyone else is waiting from the side, and gradually the second fool is a little impatient, and he ran to ask Master Hu for instructions, wanting to go around, Prime Minister Zuo knew his intelligence, and didn't blame him for anything, and assigned a small official to accompany him, mainly because he was afraid that he would get lost and get lost.

The second fool does not walk around, just browse the nearby shops, there is a shop not far away, the second fool stepped in and sighed, this store is not small, but there are no goods at all, only a group of shirtless men with handcuffs and shackles. All of them are young and strong, these people have brown and black skin, burly bodies, deep eye sockets and high nose bridges, and their appearance is very different from that of the Middle-earthers, but they are also different from the mute, and they should be of another race.

The accompanying official explained to the second fool: "These are ghost slaves, strong as cattle and well-behaved and capable, the most rare thing is that they are loyal to their masters, and the nobles and wealthy families of Dayan are rushing to ask for them." ”

The nobles of Nanli have always emulated Dayan, in recent years, the wind of raising ghost slaves has also blown over, and the rich people of Nanli like to raise a few ghost slaves to show their identity, and some people buy naturally some people sell, this shop is specialized in selling slaves.

The second fool's eyes were sharp, and he pointed to a slave after a moment: "He's not a ghost slave, is he?" ”

The one he had hit was noticeably lighter than his companion's, with curly yellow hair and yellow beard, and a wounded body, and a thick bandage wrapped around his right chest. Listening to the second fool's inquiry, the shopkeeper greeted him with a smile on his face: "My lord has a good eye, this is a Uighur, not a ghost slave, and it has only been a few days since I arrived." ”

The official frowned and asked, "How can there be Uighurs?" "The ghost slaves come from a foreign land, so don't worry too much, but the Uighurs are a powerful country...... The shopkeeper understood what he meant, and hurriedly responded: "Don't worry, my lord, the trumpet is a regular businessman, everyone has a deed of sale in their hands, and this Uighur is no exception, he is voluntary, and there is no persecution." With that, he turned around and went back to the counter to take out the deed and handed it to the clerk for inspection.

At this time, the Uighurs suddenly asked the second fool: "Are you an official?" Although it was jerky, it was undoubtedly Chinese, and even the shopkeeper was taken aback and said, "You can speak... Do you still know Chinese? ”

The Uighurs ignored their master and asked themselves, "Is it a great official?" ”

The second fool was quite deflated, and told the truth: "I am a petty official." The big official was outside on the street. ”

"How big is it?" The Uighur slave looked excited ...... - on the street, the more he examined Song Yang's expression, the more solemn his expression became, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly pressed the thumb of his right hand under the monk's left rib and lifted it vigorously. Shi Xiaoxiao didn't respond at all, and smiled calmly.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Song Yang breathed a sigh of relief: "Doesn't it hurt?" It seems that I was mistaken, and the master is fine. ”

"I'm not a master, just call me by my name in the future." Shi Xiaoxiao shook his head and continued: "Also, it's not that it doesn't hurt, but it hurts terribly, comparable to ten thousand arrows piercing through the body." ”

Aigo Daqi: "You don't scream when it hurts?" ”

"It's the same as wearing monk's clothes, I'm used to it." The monk's tone was light and explained. Song Yang's face was too lazy to ask whether Shi Xiaoxiao was used to pain or whether he was used to smiling calmly, and asked solemnly: "Have you eaten anything special recently?" ”

When asking, Song Yang looked up inexplicably and looked at the thick dark clouds pressing in the air.

"The monk's food, coarse tea and light meals, nothing special, but today is still vulgar, prepare big fish, big meat, good wine and good dishes, go and eat." Saying that, Shi Xiaoxiao laughed: "But looking at your appearance, I don't seem to be lightly ill, and I don't have the heart to eat now, I just want to ask you, do I have a cure?" ”

Song Yang didn't answer him, but asked rhetorically: "Where have you been recently?" ”

Shi Xiaoxiao shook his head: "I haven't stepped out of the temple gate in the past month." As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden commotion on the street, and a big man in handcuffs and shackles rushed out of a shop not far away, yelling at them with a wow-wow-wow.

It was the Uighur slave who had been staying in the shop, not knowing what was going on outside, and when he found out that Prime Minister Nanli Zuo was actually on the street, he suddenly went crazy and rushed out of the shop.

The Uighur man was furious, yelling at something, his Chinese was not good in the first place, and his voice was out of shape in excitement, and no one could understand what he shouted, and Hu's entourage only thought he was an assassin, and he didn't even ask a question and drew his sword. However, before the guards could step forward to kill, the guy in charge of the shop 'approached the water' and took the first step to knock it over.

The Uighur was muscular, but he was an empty shelf, unable to withstand even a punch, and fainted.

The shopkeeper turned pale with fright, hurried out, did not bother to see the slave, knelt down in front of the prime minister Zuo in the street, kowtowed vigorously and stammered to explain and forgive his sins. Prime Minister Zuo didn't care about such trivial matters, waved his sleeves and said, "Forget it, take care of your slave in the future." ”

The shopkeeper thanked him and got up and beckoned the man to drag the slave back. But Song Yang, who was on the side, was obviously taken aback after seeing the Uighurs clearly, and said loudly: "Wait." "Hurry up and take the slave from the man.

The owner was shocked...... When he accepted this 'goods', he thought very simply, slaves from powerful countries at that time would show their identity as masters, and most of them could be sold for a good price.

But after a few days, when the old patrons came to visit, when they saw the Uighur, they shook their heads and left. Gradually, the shopkeepers themselves vaguely figured out that it was because the Uighurs were so strong that the Uighurs could not sell them, and imagine how angry the Uighur crown prince would have been if he knew that the nobles of the small Nanli country were raising their own people as slaves. Such a slave is simply a master who causes trouble, but when he buys him, the price is very high, and the shopkeeper is reluctant to let him go, gritting his teeth and enduring, hoping that one day an ignorant disciple will bid to take this person away.

Just yesterday, the errand officer in charge of the street made a special trip to remind the shopkeeper that he should either sell it as soon as possible or release him, and that there should not always be a Uighur slave in the shop. Now, the Uighur slave inexplicably went crazy and almost killed himself, the young man next to the prime minister seemed to be very interested in him, the shopkeeper did not dare to hesitate at all, just held the Uighur deed of sale in his hand, and directly stuffed it into Song Yang's hand: "The adult takes a fancy to him, it is his blessing, it is the blessing of the trumpet, and he does not take a penny of filial piety from all villains." ”

Song Yang didn't have the heart to listen to the other party's words at all, so he casually stuffed the deed of sale into the arms of the Uighur slaves, which was actually a move to return the Uighur slaves' free body. Song Yang didn't care about these at all, he helped the slave to lie down, first probed his pulse, then picked his eyelids, pinched his mouth and looked at his tongue, and finally stretched out his fingers and lifted his ribs again, this set of consultation process was the same as when he touched Shi Xiaoxiao's doctor.

With the flick of Song Yang's thumb, the unconscious Uighur let out a scream and came back to his senses in severe pain, but only for a moment, he fainted again.

Anyone with a little insight could see that this Uighur slave seemed to be suffering from the same disease as Shi Xiaoxiao, and Song Yang's expression became more solemn, and he tore off the Uighur bandage with his hand, and the wound on his right chest was quite deep, which should have hurt the lobes of the lungs.

Song Yang got up and came to Prime Minister Zuo: "Lord Hu......" As soon as he said three words, he suddenly said 'Huh', and then smiled bitterly: "Lord Hu, forgive me for being abrupt." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his right thumb for the third time and gently pressed it under the prime minister's ribs, but because of his identity, he didn't condense, just looked at the other party and asked.

Prime Minister Zuo was stunned: "I also have the same illness as them?" Then he nodded: "Cure the disease and save people, Mr. Song's kind old man understands, please try." ”

With a flick of his thumb, the old man snorted halfway, although he didn't show too exaggerated expression, but the cold sweat that suddenly oozed from his forehead and cheeks, and his body trembled uncontrollably, still showed how much it hurt now.

Song Yang's voice was low: "Something happened." ”

(To be continued)