To clarify all these doubts, we have to start with that mysterious night.

It was a dark and windy night in the month, and the military camp had just played the third watch, when Cao Cao suddenly had a headache and had a splitting headache. Smash all the things in the tent, whether they are high or low. Even the half-inch-thick cloth of the camp tent, which was as hard as iron sheets, was torn out by Cao Cao, who had a headache, and a big hole more than four feet long. Cao Cao's two hands were suddenly drenched in blood, and when he looked closely, seven of the ten fingers had been lifted to reveal pink polyps.

Cao Cao was so crazy that he raised his bronze sword, and with a "ho", he slashed at the head of the little soldier who had just beaten the guard, and the little soldier suddenly burst out of his brain and fell to the ground and died.

Cao Cao roared: "The one who makes me unhappy! Die!!! ”。

Cao Cao dragged the blood-dripping bronze sword, walked out of the camp, and walked to the military doctor who was kneeling in the distance, so frightened that cold sweat soaked his clothes, and his body trembled like sifting chaff, leaving a wet and bright red blood mark everywhere he passed.

Cao Cao was like a violent and hungry lion, holding the tip of his sword against the doctor's Adam's apple, and a stream of blood slid vertically down the doctor's neck like a burning candle. The medic's Adam's apple kept shaking up and down, swallowing saliva.

Cao Cao opened his throat and shouted loudly to the military doctor: Take out the medicine!! Give it to the original picture and eat it immediately! Never Return!

The trembling military doctor was still flushed with fright from extreme nervousness, like a transparent plastic bag containing blood, and he could see the bulging and bulging green veins on his face.

Now as soon as he heard Cao Cao's words, the blood red on his face instantly subsided, as if the bottom of the blood bag had been cut. Pale, cold and dark blue.

Looking at the appearance of the military doctor, even the dying person is more ruddy than his face, and even the dead body that has been parked for three days is more alive than him.

The military doctor was in a cold sweat, and his upper and lower teeth were constantly trembling.

Cao Cao roared again and urged the military doctor: Take the medicine and give it to Benxiang! Heal instantly! Never Return!

The tip of Cao Cao's sword went deeper into the throat of the military doctor.

With extreme difficulty, the military doctor squeezed out four words intermittently from between his chattering teeth: lowly duty... Not... Impotent...

Cao Cao's face instantly became hideous and terrifying, and the facial features on his face seemed to be twisted like twists, kneaded together like nerve twitches.

Suddenly, Cao Cao grinned fiercely, gritted his teeth again, and his teeth rubbed into a "creaking" sound. Holding a sharp bronze sword, he pulled it towards the neck of the military doctor dripping with cold sweat and red blood. The medic's body didn't move, but his head bounced down his back, and his frightened face was dead, his chin hanging down his back, and there was only a layer of skin between his head and neck. The neck had become a towering rod of flesh, and the blood inside spurted out like a fountain. Frightened, the people kneeling around instinctively dodged and shrunk into a ball.

Cao Cao didn't think it was enough to relieve his hatred, so he kicked the headless fountain on his knees on the ground, and the corpse fell to the ground, and Cao Cao's moon-white robe was also sprayed with several blood marks more than an inch thick.

Cao Cao carried a blood-dripping bronze sword, his arm trembled uncontrollably, and he roared weakly and strongly: Call me all the military doctors in each battalion!

At this time, I saw a Taoist priest dressed in an all-black Taoist robe, an ankle-length black hood, and a black iron mask on his face, throwing three feet of white floating dust from the sky, with his back to Cao Cao, standing in front of Cao Cao.

Cao Cao and all the soldiers present were stunned, not knowing whether the person who came was a human or a ghost.

However, Cao Cao had seen the world in the end, so he immediately held his composure and asked the Taoist priest with his back to him majestically: Who are you, dare to break into the military camp at night! Presumptuous in front of this prime minister!

At this time, the black-clothed Taoist priest "swished", shook off the floating dust, and put it on the crook of his left arm. Slowly turned to Cao Cao. A slight owe to Cao Cao is considered a reply. replied unhurriedly: Poor Dao Shou Black, since childhood in the overseas immortal mountain cultivation. A few days ago, I watched the celestial phenomena on the night and saw that Qiming Venus was overpowered by the white tiger's prevention and control, the glow was dim, the flickering was rapid and bleak, like a sick tiger reluctantly gasping for breath, restless at night. Those who practice the poor way are quite proficient in medical skills, take compassion as their heart, help the world as the foundation, and rely on compassion and kindness to cultivate merit, so they follow the stars and come to visit. All actions are guided by the will of heaven, and there is no intention to collide with or offend the prime minister's authority, and I hope that the prime minister will forgive his sins.

Because the Taoist priest's face was clasped with a delicate iron mask, the voice of the underworld keeper seemed chaotic, dull, and inexplicably gloomy and mysterious. From this voice, I can only barely judge that this Taoist priest is a middle-aged man, and the others have no clues.

Because there is no pattern or hole in the mask worn by the underworld guard, it is just a thick piece of iron sheet, making the general outline of a person's face, concave and convex according to the position of the person's forehead, cheekbones, eye sockets, and nose bridge, and the position of the eyes, nostrils and mouth.

Cao Cao heard the words and said: Dao Chief, is the head wind good at governance?

After hearing this, the underworld keeper bowed to Cao Cao and said: Poor Dao is here for this, please Xiangguo follow Poor Dao to a quiet place, so that Poor Dao can diagnose the qi pulse.

After Cao Cao heard this, he didn't care about Xiangguo's manners, and hurriedly ordered: Bingzhong! Prepared! Prepare a sedan car! Send the prime minister and the Taoist chief into the military plane tent!

The military aircraft tent is an extremely secret camp tent in Cao's camp, and it is a military important place for Cao Cao and his henchmen to discuss strategies. Now Cao Cao actually asked the underworld keeper to enter the military machine Xuan Tent to diagnose his pulse, and it can be seen that Cao Cao's illness is too painful, and how eager he is to cure this wind! Second, it was Cao Cao who thought that his body was a first-class military event. The third reason is that Cao Cao instantly believed Shouhei's words, otherwise he would not have given Shouhei such a high-standard courtesy.

At that time, Yu Bingzhong followed Cao Cao and the underworld guards into the military machine tent, and waited for Cao Cao to lean on the couch and stand beside him. Seeing that the underworld keeper looked at Cao Cao's eyes and complexion, and then checked his pulse, he stood up and played a strange kung fu in front of Cao Cao. Even Yu Bingzhong, who was born in the Jiangmen and has practiced martial arts since childhood, can't see the sect and path of this masked underworld guard.

Yu Bingzhong originally only thought that this Taoist priest was deliberately showing off his kung fu skills in front of Cao Cao, so that he could get a staff officer and draw a position in the army, imitating Zhuge Kongming's routine in the Shu military camp, so he didn't care.

But who knows: when the Shouhei finished brushing off the dust, he stroked the dantian from the chest with both hands, took a long breath, and adjusted his breath to collect the work, Cao Cao's head wind actually stopped attacking!

At this time, Cao Cao thought that Shouhei was a great Taoist with immortal skills and immortal prescriptions!

The delighted Cao Cao didn't even bother to put on his shoes, so he ran to Shouhei and said: The Taoist chief has immortal skills, and his means are clever, and he is grateful to relieve the pain of the head wind.

The underworld keeper nodded and replied, and said: The poor road is ashamed, and the prime minister's illness can only be treated, not cured. Providence is constant, and it is destined that the poor road is an incompetent mediocrity, and his modest strength can only be Er'er.

As soon as Cao Cao heard that Shou Hei could only treat the symptoms of his head wind, and stop the root cause of the disease, he hurriedly asked: Is there any way to make the original phase go to the root of this grinding curse?

The underworld keeper raised his head, and was about to speak, but he stopped talking, and slowly looked at Yu Bingzhong, who was standing aside.

Shou Hei's rude behavior made Yu Bingzhong frown slightly.

Cao Cao understood, and only politely said to the underworld guard: The Taoist is too worried! Bingzhong has been with me for many years, born and died. With Cao En, the father and son, love is better than a close friend. Although the Taoist chief gave advice, it was okay to say that it was okay.

But Shouhei just stood still at this time and didn't speak. It seems to be Cao Cao's army, waiting for Cao Cao to make a statement.

Cao Cao was a little surprised and a little displeased. After all, no one in this world has dared to take him like this.

Yu Bingzhong walked in front of Cao Cao at this time, clasped his fists and bowed, and said: The last general will retire.

After speaking, without waiting for Cao Cao's reply, he immediately turned around and walked out of the camp.

After Yu Bingzhong left, Cao Cao asked the underworld keeper again: Dao Chief, there are no more six ears here. What is the good medicine of the Taoist chief, as long as it can cure the stubborn disease of the head wind in the original phase, but it doesn't hurt to say it.

After hearing this, the underworld keeper did not know everything as Cao Cao expected, but sighed heavily, as if he was pressing a heavy stone in his heart at this time.

Cao Cao saw that this underworld Taoist chief was so worried, and couldn't help asking: The Taoist chief doesn't have to be rigid in red tape, just make Ben quite a mortal patient!

After hearing this, the underworld keeper let out a long breath and said in a helpless and regretful tone: This worry is exactly for the patient in front of him!

As soon as these words came out, I saw that Cao Cao's Yintang came out of the Sichuan ravine, and he didn't feel that he had tightened it again. The folded skin was piled up thicker, and the furrows of the lines were deeper.

The underworld keeper continued: The prime minister has pain in the skull, but the injury is in the brain and marrow, and the disease has entered the muscles and bones. If a good life will be recuperated and rested, there will be a year of well-being. If you continue to work hard for state affairs, you will be poor and will be able to do everything you have learned all your life, and it will be difficult to ensure the wealth of the prime minister for six months!

When Cao Cao heard this, his face changed instantly. But he still suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a low voice: You old way, where did you learn witchcraft, and you dare to speak nonsense in front of the prime minister! Do you know how to curse the prime minister and what the punishment should be!

After being intimidated by Cao Cao, the underworld guards did not panic, and bowed to Cao Cao again: Poor Dao has said that all actions and words are in accordance with the will of heaven. It is the will of heaven that the poor road came here, and the poor road said that this is the will of heaven, and half a year after the prime minister, the pain of the death of the head wind is also the will of heaven, and everything is a certainty. It's not a curse of poor relief. The prime minister thought carefully: In the past two months, has the interval between illnesses become shorter and shorter, but the duration of illnesses has become longer and longer? The pain is becoming more and more intense and unbearable, and has the original acupuncture decoction that could relieve the pain become completely ineffective? The doctor has a saying: "Medicine doctor..."

Cao Cao couldn't help but be frightened when he saw that the symptoms said by the underworld guards were completely consistent with his own condition.

Cao Cao: Medicine and medicine do not die! Since the Taoist chief knows the symptoms of the true disease, he also asks the Taoist to be merciful and use a little magic to save my life! Benxiang thinks that he is not greedy for life and afraid of death, but he has not seen the end of the Three Kingdoms and the return of the four seas to one.

After hearing this, the underworld keeper sighed with emotion and said: Although the destiny of heaven is difficult to disobey, if it is sincere, it can also hide from the sky and seek a glimmer of life. If this plan is successful, the prime minister will not only be able to make the head wind heal without medicine, but also prolong life and rejuvenate the elderly!

Cao Cao was excited after hearing this, and hurriedly bowed his hand to the underworld guard, and said: Please teach the Taoist master!

The underworld keeper shook the dust in the crook of his arm and said to Cao Cao: If the prime minister wants to cure the head wind and prolong his life, he has to change his life against the sky and change the number of lives set by this day!

Cao Cao took a step forward and asked: Change your life against the sky?! With whom?

Underworld Keeper: Between heaven and earth, the spirits of all things obey the five elements of yin and yang and have jurisdiction. There are only people with extreme yin numerology, whose bloodlines are different from ordinary people, and their body bones are no different from those of gods and demons. It is a person who does not accept heaven and earth, and does not care about the five elements. If you can find a person with extreme yin numerology, and then make this person wear the burial clothes of the king who has been buried underground for thousands of years: the golden string jade armor and the black gold mask, to seal his seven souls and six spirits. Then, put the man in a bronze coffin. If you choose the auspicious day of the zodiac to be buried in the name of the prime minister, then this person will exchange his life with the prime minister and enter the earth for the prime minister. This matter is not too late, and I hope that the prime minister will make a decision as soon as possible, and must not make things that he regrets for a thousand years because of the kindness of the moment!

Cao Cao sneered, and then said: Hmph! Rather teach me to bear the world, and stop teaching the world to bear me! I also hope that the Taoist can find the person with extreme yin numerology as soon as possible and rejuvenate the disease for the original phase!

The underworld keeper no longer spoke, but just bowed his hand to Cao Cao, which was regarded as a return to the order.

Just as the underworld keeper was about to get up, Cao Cao hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover the back of the underworld guard's hand, and asked eagerly: The Taoist said that this matter should not be delayed sooner rather than later. Dare to ask the Taoist, within a few days, can you find the person who is extremely yin in numerology for the original appearance, and accomplish this great thing for the original appearance?

After hearing this, the underworld keeper did not give a clear answer. just replied to Cao Cao lightly: All things in heaven and earth, fate comes and goes, and each has its own time. Now that the time has not come, why should the prime minister be in a hurry? When the time is ripe, there is no need for the prime minister's orders, and the poor road will bring the person with extreme numerology to the prime minister. I also hope that the prime minister will be humble and don't be impatient.

Cao Cao listened to the underworld man and looked confident. Ben immediately decided to leave the underworld guards in the barracks.

The advantage of this arrangement is that when Cao Cao's head wind recurs, the underworld keeper can immediately relieve Cao Cao's pain. Second, of course, it is convenient for Cao Cao to discuss with the underworld keepers to find someone with extremely yin numerology to change Cao Cao's life against the sky.

There is no doubt that later they searched and searched, and they found the heads of Qiao Er's two sons who strayed into Cao Ying. As soon as the underworld keeper saw the birthdays of Qiao Er's two sons, he said that he was a rare person in a thousand years of lunar year, lunar month, lunar day, lunar time, and yin carving, and he was a person with extremely yin numerology. If this kind of person has to ride the heavens, the wind and clouds will meet, and he will definitely have a great deed that will not be born in the world, no matter what is in the evil. If it is positive, it will benefit for a long time; If it is evil, it will be harmful for 10,000 years!

Now from the beginning, Fang Zhishou is true of what the underworld said. Qiao and his two sons created a faction of gold, which can be described as both good and evil. Among them, how should merit and crime be judged!