Tang Yuehua's brows jumped, it shouldn't be so coincidental.

The young man's voice continued to sound, "Yes, it was last month, when I came down to visit you, I encountered an ambush on the way back, I didn't notice it for a while, I was drugged, and I was hit by an arrow in the shoulder, and I don't remember what happened next." ”

"These days are too late because of the vulgarity, thank you again for the master's life-saving grace."

"It wasn't the poor monk who saved you." Master Kongming's cold voice sounded, as cold as autumn rain.

A quick flash of clarity flashed in Master Kongming's unwavering eyes.

Hearing this, Tang Yuehua was already able to determine that the person by Qingshuitan that day was the young man today, it seemed that he had no memory of what happened at that time, and mistakenly thought that his master was the one who saved him.

However, from the perspective of a normal person, when he looked at the duck, he did hit the clear space, and the only person around him who could save him was his master, after all, the only person who knew a lot about pharmacology was his own master, and there were masters around him.

"Master, I know that the master doesn't value mundane things, so I prepared some Buddhist scriptures, Buddhist beads and some medicinal materials, oh, and a set of golden needles, and ask the master to be able to do it." The young man's sincere voice rang out.

Medicine? Gold needles? Tang Yuehua stood up from the pestle in excitement, and brought out a sound on the ground, "Squeak squeak......"

Someone? The young man's whole body tensed, and the people in the hall immediately turned their eyes to the source of the voice—the wooden wall.

Master Kongming's eyes swept over the wooden wall, and Jingkong immediately replied, "Master is a wild cat who came to the temple a few days ago to beg for food, and I think the weather is a little cold today, so I ran into the house." ”

Hearing the words of the clear space, Tang Yuehua had to, "Meow, meow." "Twice, learn the little milk cat to get the sound and call twice.

"There is another matter to ask the master, how to deal with the thread on the wound on the shoulder, and the other healers do not know the master's technique. Now there is often a dull pain in the wound. The boy asked respectfully.

Master Kongming's brow furrowed, and he looked at the wooden wall.

What, the stitches have not been removed, the ordinary embroidery thread used by me that day is not absorbable, now that so much time has passed, the stitches should have been inflamed, no wonder there will be a faint pain, and when the wound will be inflamed and ulcerate, the thread must be removed.

But what to do? Could it be that the man who went out to drink and said, "Hey, I was the one who saved you that day, and if those threads are removed, I guess people will think that they are insane."

Besides, his current goal is very simple, just be a simple small village girl, and when his eldest brother becomes an official in the future, he can just take advantage of the shade with his back against the big tree, and forget about hanging the pot to help the world or something, I don't know what kind of world this world is.

But the sin of my own creation must be solved first, after all, it is my hand that moved first, alas.

"Meow, meow...... "I'll act as a little wild cat for the time being, and pull the little pestle twice."

Sure enough, footsteps sounded outside, and it was Senior Brother Clearance who came in.

In the hall, "play chess." Master Kong Ming only said two words.

"It's an honor under it."

With that, the two of them began to play chess.

Holding a cup of tea in his hand, he handed it to Tang Yuehua, and looked down at the floor that had been thrown away.

Tang Yuehua knew what he meant, as early as when he was apprenticing, Master Kong Ming had said that this matter needed to be kept secret, so when there were outsiders, it was inconvenient for Tang Yuehua to come forward.

Tang Yuehua took the teacup in his empty hand, looked at the tea contained in the paper-thin white porcelain, a little reluctant, too tyrant, this tea should be very expensive, last time Mr. Zhang Mengxi sighed for a long time, and said that he would bring his wife to rub the tea to drink.

It's a sin to use this tea to write today. But the movements of the hand were not slow at all, poured some tea in the palm of the hand, stretched out the index finger of the right hand and ordered a little in the tea, still not willing to spoil the cup, after all, it is also a fine product in the cultural relics.

Fingers wrote a few words on the ground: Next month two,

Tang Yuehua pointed to the wooden wall, and then wrote: Come.

Clear eyes are full of doubts: Why?

Tang Yuehua pointed to his left shoulder and wrote on the ground: How to do it.

Clearance has some belief: really?

Tang Yuehua pointed to her eyes with her finger and wrote on the ground: See you.

Jingkong thought that if he would wait until the second day of the next month, let's see, maybe my sister has really seen it, "But, cough, cough." He forgot that there was anyone outside for a moment, so he immediately pretended to cough.

It's done, it's really hard to write these traditional characters, it seems that people are inert, and in the past few decades, I have written through those simplified characters with few strokes, and it is a little difficult to adapt to writing some traditional characters at once.

After a long time, the sound of chess pieces falling into the urn sounded outside, and there was a clanging of them.

"Go back and wait for news." Master Kong Ming did not have a specific date, only asked him to go back and wait for the notice.

"Wait for the good news. In the next retirement. ”

"Go ahead." Master Kong Ming responded with a few rare words, after playing chess, it was obvious that he was in a good mood, and it seemed that the young man's chess skills were good.

After all, the last time my senior brother and my master played chess with him, it wasn't like this, and the last time my senior brother heard that he was going to sweep the mountain gate, I heard that it was the master who asked him to work more and move around, so as not to have a wooden brain.

The boy put on his little leather boots, went under the eaves, took off the blue tarpaulin cloak hanging on the shelf, put it on, fastened the strap, put on the hat, took up the oil-paper umbrella leaning against the wooden door, turned and glanced at the room behind the hall, went to the steps and opened the oil-paper umbrella, and saw a living frog printed on it, stretching out its tongue to roll the wing-waving worm.

The boy held an umbrella and walked out without stopping.

In the corner of the small courtyard facing the Daxiong Treasure Hall, there stood a man sheltering from the rain, wearing a robe, holding a new bright pocket in his hand, his eyes kept staring at the moon gate on the courtyard wall, stretching out his head from time to time, and finally saw the man in the cloak come out.

The man immediately put the hat in his hand on his head and walked quickly in the direction of the young man.

"Young Master, you come out, Master Kong Ming has agreed?" The man with thick eyebrows and thin eyes and thick lips followed behind the boy and asked anxiously.

The master said and waited for the letter. Big mouth, when you go back, you must remember to talk to the porter, and pay attention to the news of the past few days. The young man replied a few words, and his voice was thick and solemn.

"Is the person who saved the young master that day really a master? It doesn't look like it according to subordinates. Big Mouth remembered that when he found the young master in the thatched hut that day, he also saw the roasted sweet potato skin on the ground.

Could it be that the master also loves to eat roasted sweet potatoes?