The three of us watched this scene, and we were a little confused.

Wushuang looked at the abbot: "This is from your village?" ”

The abbot pointed to the back of the filial son and said, "This person belongs to our village." The one who carried firewood just now was not. ”

The two men, one to the east and the other to the man, parted ways.

We stood at the fork in the road, and Wushuang asked me, "What should we do now?" ”

I looked at the back of the filial son: "Otherwise, let's go over and have a look?" ”

Soon, the three of us followed the running filial son.

The filial son's family is quite solid. The small courtyard with tiles looks very clean.

We followed all the way, and he ran in such a hurry that he didn't notice us at all.

In the bedroom of the filial son's house lies an old man with gray hair. Relatives and friends sat in the room. These people all surrounded the filial son who rushed back: "Did you get the thing?" ”

Xiaozi nodded excitedly: "I got it, I got it." ”

The crowd cheered. Surrounded by filial piety, a swarm of bees ran to the kitchen. Needless to say, they were going to cook those two roots.

Wushuang blinked: "That thing is medicine?" ”

I nodded, "Looks like it." ”

The three of us crammed into the bedroom. There was an old lady sitting there, looking after the old man.

The old man closed his eyes slightly, he had air in but not out, and it seemed that his complexion was very bad.

The old lady obviously knew the abbot, and she said, "Great nephew, are you here?" ”

The abbot nodded: "I'll come to see my uncle." The abbot turned his head and whispered to us, "We have a little affection between us." ”

We nodded and asked the old lady, "Uncle, what's the matter?" ”

The old lady said with a sad face: "Didn't you have that disease?" I can't wake up. He died in a few days. Hey, three dead in the village. He was the fourth. Maybe it'll be my turn later. ”

Wushuang and I glanced at each other, then stepped forward and took a closer look at the old man. There doesn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary, not like keeping up with the dirt anymore.

Could it be that he is really just sick?

A few minutes later, the gang rushed out of the kitchen. Xiaozi held a bowl of soup in his hand and shouted: "It's coming, Mom, you let me let me drink this bowl of soup quickly." Sickness is cured. ”

The old lady gave way and said, "Be careful. The soup that just came out of the pot was going to burn him. ”

Xiaozi opened the old man's mouth and began to pour soup, and said, "Don't worry, I've frozen it in the refrigerator." ”

A bowl of soup goes down. The room was surprisingly quiet. Everyone's eyes were on the old man. Hoping for a miracle.

Suddenly, a blush appeared on the old man's pale face. Everyone began to whisper: "Okay, okay. That's going to be good. ”

Then, the old man on the hospital bed lifted the quilt and sat up. He shouted angrily, "What are you all doing around my house?" It stinks to death. Get out, get out, get out. ”

Although everyone was reprimanded by the old man, they were driven out. However, there was a smile on everyone's face. It looks like I'm happy.

The abbot grabbed the filial son and asked, "Brother, this medicine seems to be quite effective." ”

The kid nodded and said, "Isn't it?" If it weren't for this medicine, my dad would have died. ”

The abbot asked the filial son, "How did you get this medicine?" How do you know that the man who chops wood has medicine on him? ”

Xiaozi said: "Let me tell you, not only do I know about this matter, but basically the whole village knows about it. A few days ago, several people died in our village one after another, you know this. ”

The abbot nodded: "I know." My cousin told me. ”

"Their symptoms are the same as my dad's. I can't wake up. I was in a coma for three days, and then I died. In the past two days, two more old men have fallen ill with this kind of disease. Among them, the old lady of the Liu family, after guarding the old man and crying into tears, I don't know if she was crying confused, or if she was moved by God. I dreamed of a fairy at night. Tell her. At noon, a woodcutter would pass through the village. You have to burn paper money on the side of the road first to arouse his sympathy. Then treat him to a bowl of mung bean soup. He will give you the herbs. The old lady did so, and guess what? The old man is really good. ”

I looked at my filial son and asked, "So, you do the same, kneel on the side of the road and burn paper, so that you can get medicine from the woodcutter?" ”

Xiaozi nodded, pointed at the old man happily and said, "Look, isn't my dad okay?" ”

The abbot said suspiciously: "Why does this matter sound a little unreliable? Did you go to the hospital for a check-up? What disease did the old man have? ”

Xiaozi shook his head: "Who knows." The hospital couldn't find out at all. ”

As he was talking, suddenly someone in the yard shouted, "You ignorant child, why are you still playing here?" Your cousin is gone. ”

The three of us turned around together and saw a sister-in-law, looking anxiously at the abbot.

The abbot's face turned pale: "Sister-in-law, don't scare me." What happened to my cousin? ”

The sister-in-law said, "What's wrong? People are old, and they have that disease. I was sitting on the street and chatting with a few old men. Suddenly, he fell asleep and could not wake up again. ”

The abbot staggered out, muttering, "Cousin, cousin." Then, he tripped over the threshold and fell to the ground.

Xiaozi reminded him later: "Don't worry, there are three days, as long as you can meet the person who chops wood, your cousin will be saved." ”

The abbot nodded blankly, and then hurried home.

Wushuang and I followed behind the abbot. When I arrived at my cousin's house, my cousin had already been carried back. Lying in bed.

The two of us cultivators helped my cousin check it thoroughly. No anomalies were found.

The abbot looked at his cousin and said, "There's no way, I'll go buy paper money." ”

We didn't stop him, because it was the last resort.

At noon the next day, the three of us burned paper at the intersection like yesterday's filial sons, and while burning paper, we chattered.

Unexpectedly, yesterday I was still laughing at others, but today I caught up with us. This world is really fast enough.

However, a day passed, and the man did not appear.

The abbot returned home depressed.

The next day, the filial son still did not appear.

The third day was the only chance. We waited anxiously. However, noon passed quickly, and the man carrying the firewood was still nowhere to be seen.

The abbot sat down on the ground and began to scratch his scalp: "What should I do?" What to do? What to do? ”

The three of us sat in the scorching sun. No one offered to go home.

When evening was approaching, the abbot suddenly jumped up. He said loudly: "Here it is, here comes the woodcutter." ”

I quickly stood up and looked in the direction of the entrance of the village. Sure enough, the man who was chopping wood was carrying the firewood on his back and walked over step by step.

The abbot screamed and ran excitedly towards the man on his back, like a pervert seeing a lonely beauty.

The man carrying the firewood was startled by the abbot, threw down the bundle of firewood, turned around and ran.

Wushuang and I exclaimed urgently: "Don't go." Then he flanked him.

This woodcutter does manual work all year round, and naturally walks like a fly, however, no matter how fast he moves, he is not the opponent of our cultivators. A few minutes later, he was stopped by me and Wushuang.

At this time, the abbot also rushed over. He grabbed the woodcutter's shoulder and said hurriedly, "Where's the medicine?" Hand over the medicine. ”

The man on the back of the firewood trembled and touched it in his arms, and then took out two roots: "You want to grab the medicine." ”

The abbot didn't pay any attention to him at all. Holding two tree roots, he ran home as if he were flying.

The abbot and I grabbed the man on his back, but he didn't move.

We looked him up and down, and we kept tempting him.

The man who carried the firewood was frightened enough by us and asked, "What do you want to do?" ”

I looked at the man carrying the firewood and shook my head: "He is not a cultivator. ”

Wushuang nodded: "It's not true." ”

I asked the man who carried the firewood, "Where did you get these roots?" What does the villager have to do with you when he gets sick? ”

The man who carried the firewood shook his head: "I can't say this." ”

I took out my peachwood sword, put it around his neck, and asked, "Where did it come from?" ”

The man carrying the firewood shuddered and said, "The fairy gave it, and an old fairy gave it." ”

I looked at him suspiciously, "What the hell is going on?" ”

The man carrying the firewood said: "These things were all made by an old immortal. ”