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They saw him lying on the bed, his eyes closed, his breathing still a little rapid, but he had stabilized. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Paga has the best relationship with Qijia, and urgently calls for Qijia's name.

Zuo Shaoyang said weakly: "Don't scream, his anesthetic hasn't been used yet, and he won't wake up until dawn." ”

Da Long Xin was busy translating to Paga and them, but the word "anesthetic" was not available in the Tang Dynasty, and there was no one in Chinese, so Da Long Xin didn't know how to translate it, so he could only translate it according to the transliteration, and when he heard Mei Duo in their ears, he was even more confused, but he concluded in his heart that it must be a spell that the Dharma King had applied on his body! This spell lasts until dawn before it can be unresolved.

Several people were even more in awe, and they didn't dare to make a loud noise, and watched quietly.

Zuo Shaoyang said: "You guys guard him separately, there are still an hour or two before dawn, I have to go back to sleep for a while." You guys can sleep for a while, I can't help him now. I'm going to leave early tomorrow morning. ”

After that, Zuo Shaoyang returned to his room, he was so tired that he took off his gloves, threw away his hat, tore off his bloody coat, kicked off his shoes, didn't take off his clothes, fell on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

After three poles, Zuo Shaoyang woke up and found that he was covered with a thin quilt, the door was closed, and Mei Duo was lying on the round table and also asleep. There was no one else in the house.

Zuo Shaoyang gently lifted the thin quilt and was about to get out of bed, just such a move woke Mei Duo up, she opened her hazy big eyes, saw Zuo Shaoyang, said something happily, got up and knelt down and kowtowed.

Zuo Shaoyang didn't understand, smiled, went over to help her up, and waved his hand: "Don't kneel casually in the future." ”

Mei Duo didn't understand, but she was hunched over and looked pious.

Zuo Shaoyang had no choice but to walk to the door and open the door.

Hearing the sound of the door, Daronsin in the next room hurriedly came out and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, you're awake." ”

Zuo Shaoyang frowned: "What do you do kneeling down, get up!" ”

"King Xie Fa!" Daronsin got up, also hunched over and bowing his head.

"How's it going?" Zuo Shaoyang asked.

"I'm awake, I'm talking to my brothers." Da Long Xin said happily, "Dharma King, your spell is really too high, you can use a spell to save him from such a serious injury of his brother, several brothers said, Dharma King, your ability is only higher than that of the Dharma King in the previous life." ”

The Tubo and Zhangxiong kingdoms in the Western Regions do not have a special profession of Langzhong, Langzhong is concurrently served by the king, and many people are also using witchcraft, which was also the same before the Han and Tang dynasties in the Central Plains.

The people of the Western Regions believe in Bon (including many different sects), and they all have a unified understanding, that is, the reason why they get sick is because they offend various gods, and the sorcerer and the Dharma king communicate with the gods through spells, and through the sacrifice to the gods, they meet the requirements of the gods, so that the gods will let the sick go, and the sick will be cured. Therefore, the witch doctor heals the sick of the sick not because of his medical skills, but because of his strong mana. Healism became a form of magic. Zuo Shaoyang's brilliant medical skills have become a powerful mana.

Hearing the conversation outside, Paga and Qizhu were busy coming out, and they also knelt down and kowtowed. Even Qijia, who was seriously injured on the bed, struggled to get up, Zuo Shaoyang hurriedly walked over and held him: "Don't move, beware of the wound cracking!" Trouble me again! ”

Darongsin hurriedly came over and translated it into Tibetan, and then he made a confession and lay down. Looking at Zuo Shaoyang, his eyes were red, and he choked up and said a few words of Tibetan.

Darongxin translated: "Qijia said, thank you to the King twice for rescuing, last time it wasn't for the King who rolled his leg to pull out of the encirclement, he had already died under the knife, this time he was seriously injured, I thought it was a death, I didn't think that the King did not hesitate to spend mana to cure him of the serious injury that would die, he had no parents since he was a child, and the King was his reborn parents in the future, he was a cow and a horse all his life, and he couldn't repay the kindness of the King." ”

"My own brother, don't be so polite." Zuo Shaoyang smiled, sat down on the stool next to the bed, and swept Paga and Qizhu who were kneeling on the ground: "Get up, don't kneel if you have nothing to do in the future." ”

After listening to Daronsin's translation, the two of them got up, and they also stood on one side with their heads bowed over, looking pious. Qi Zhu's leg was injured, and he was on crutches, and he also ripped it open and held it with his hands, arching his back.

Zuo Shaoyang was very strange, why overnight, these people suddenly became respectful to themselves as if they had changed people. Although they also respected themselves before, but now they have more respect than before, as if the serf saw the serf owner, but he didn't know that Daronxin and these people regarded his medical skills as witchcraft and magic, and found that his magic was strong, and the awe was spontaneous.

After Zuo Shaoyang carefully examined him, he found that the injury was stable, which also benefited from his strong body. Zuo Shaoyang checked the injuries of several others, and they were all stable.

Da Longxin was worried that Tang Jun would go and return, so he finally waited for Zuo Shaoyang to finish his work, and said in a low voice: "Dharma King, let's go immediately, right?" They were already waiting in the yard, and all the medicinal materials were loaded. ”

Zuo Shaoyang said: "I can't see it, your movements are quite fast." ”

"My subordinates were worried that His Holiness would order them to set off at any time, so they arranged these before dawn."

"Alright, let's go."

After they went downstairs, they found that the courtyard was full of people, but it turned out that the innkeeper had already told Zuo Shaoyang about being a monk whose stomach was pierced by a bandit's arrow.

Paga was actually a man of good speech, and even though he had a broken hand, he was still very optimistic, and stood in the doorway, and told the people how their Dharma King had cured his brother Qijia by casting a spell. The innkeeper was also on the side to help, he was really surprised, such a serious injury could survive, in his opinion, it was really a shocking miracle.

When Qijia was carried out, he also raised his head with difficulty and expressed his gratitude. This appearance caused a sensation among onlookers.

Zuo Shaoyang is almost like a modern star, under the escort of Lu Darthead and the dart master, he squeezed through the crowd full of people in the courtyard who watched the excitement and rarity. The crowd let out an exclamation when they learned that it was such a young Dharma King who had used a spell to heal a mortal man.

Amid the exclamations of onlookers, their procession finally left the city for the city of Logos.

In order to learn Tibetan, Zuo Shaoyang let Da Long Xin and his own carriage, and the rest of the people in a carriage, the ten dart masters of the dart bureau also served as the coachman, Lu Dart Head and a deputy dart head two people rode horses to open the road, and after the two dart masters were broken, the remaining one dart master rode a horse to maneuver. The carriage is planted with the dart flag of Weiyuan Dart Bureau, and when crossing the mountains and mountains, the deputy dart head has to shout loudly for the flag of Weiyuan Dart Bureau.

Zuo Shaoyang asked Da Long Xin to teach himself to speak Tibetan, and at noon he stopped to eat, so he took Mei Duo to contact and speak Tibetan, at the beginning he couldn't speak accurately, and he always made Mei Duo happy, but Zuo Shaoyang was still very talented in language, and he learned very quickly.

In order to prevent the Tang army from tracking them, they got up early and rushed to the ground for the first few days, and three days later, they came to the earthen fort where the chief of Misang was.

Qijia recovered from his injuries very well, and after three days, he was able to stand on the ground. Qi Zhu's injured leg also healed quickly, and he could even walk slowly without limping without crutches. Meadow and Paga's injuries are also steadily improving. Everyone was in a good mood.

The chief's earthen fort is on the edge of a river, behind the earthen fort, is a snow-capped mountain, more than half the mountain, snow-capped, under the mountain are lush trees, from a distance, it is really beautiful.

The earthen fort on the other side of the river is the capital of the Misang tribe, and the tribal chieftain is named Xihuan. At this end of the wooden bridge on the river, the tribal soldiers set up a pipe card here. Collect toll money from passing merchants.

Originally, they handed over the money and passed peacefully, but Pajia was quick-mouthed, and when the other soldier asked who it was, he proudly told the other party that the young man in the carriage was the Dharma King of their Gangren Buche Mandala, named Zuo Zhong Shaoyang.

The soldier was overjoyed, asked them to wait, and immediately went to report to the chief.

Soon, there were three cannons in the earthen fort, the drums rang out in unison, the city gate was wide open, two teams of men and horses galloped from both sides, and stood on both sides of the bridgehead on the opposite bank, waving flags, it was very magnificent, but the team was not very neat, from time to time there were horses out of the ranks, and they were strangled by the master and ordered to retreat, and immediately the sergeants also turned their heads and ears from time to time, looking around. However, as a tribal military force, it is already considered good.

Zuo Shaoyang looked forward to the bridge on the other side, sighed in his heart, and saw so many soldiers coming out of the earthen fort, he was a little surprised, he didn't know what they were going to do, did he already know that he was carrying jewelry worth 100,000 silver?

But it didn't look like it, and it was clear that these people were not here to fight, because their swords were not unsheathed, but they were carrying a number of banners. It looked like some kind of honor guard.

Just pondering, a team came out of the earthen fort again, went down the hill, came to the bridge, did not stop, galloped and stepped on the bridge board click, until the bridge head on this side of the stop, when the first old man, bare head and bare chin, strong and healthy, like a hairless black bear, his face was full of wrinkles, slanted horizontally, as if the loess slope had been washed by the rain for many years, only the two small eyes dripping around, revealing the cold light that seeped people.

The bald old man grabbed the reins, glanced at Zuo Shaoyang and their team, there seemed to be no one he wanted to see, and looked at them one by one in confusion, still feeling that none of them were like them, so he said in a loud voice in Tibetan: "Excuse me, which one is the Dharma King of Zhangxiong Gangren Buche?" ”

(To be continued)