Speaking of which, Li Qingzhu, a disciple of the Bodhi Academy, is actually a little unqualified.

As a disciple of the Bodhi Academy, he often did not attend the activities of the Bodhi Academy, but ran to the Medicine King Temple from time to time. It's just that no junior brother in the Bodhi Academy will say that Li Qingzhu is not, because he has the qualifications to do so.

The most important thing in the Bodhi Monastery is not martial arts but Buddhism, and Li Qingzhu's Buddhist cultivation has already shocked them, so they will not question his Buddhism at all.

And Master Zhiyong will not restrict his freedom, which leads to him being the most free and special one in Bodhi Academy.

On this day, Li Qingzhu and Zhiqing were squatting at the door of the Zhiqing Zen room without any image eating food, Li Qingzhu was very familiar with the road up and down the mountain in Shaolin Temple, but it was very easy to sneak down the mountain to buy something, as for the money, it must be Zhiqing, do you want Li Qingzhu to come out?

"Qingzhu, next time you bring more up, the two of you are completely inadequate."

After eating and wiping it clean, he looked at the paper bag in his hand that Li Qingzhu used to hold vegetables, and every time he just had a mouth addiction, no, he couldn't even get a mouth addiction!

"Uncle Shi, then I also want you to give me enough money, you are so picky, I have to study how to buy the most cost-effective every time, it is almost enough to buy so much, you are content."

Li Qingzhu glanced at him, he was the one who ate the most, he hadn't eaten much yet, he was eaten by this old man, and he actually didn't say enough, he really ate more and took more.

"Uh, this, I haven't had a lot of money for my uncle recently, why don't you make up a little bit for my uncle?"

Zhiqing, an old man who is disrespectful, owes him what he can say.

Zhiqing, as the head of the Medicine King Academy, has a monthly sum of 100 wen, and Li Qingzhu is just an ordinary disciple, only 10 wen a month, and the cheapest dish under the mountain also costs 3 wen, what can Li Qingzhu eat with that money?

So Li Qingzhu didn't say anything, just looked at Zhiqing with contempt, Zhiqing was extremely thick-skinned, even if he was looked at by Li Qingzhu like this, his face was not red, and his heart was still discussing with Li Qingzhu about making money.

At this moment, a disciple of the Medicine King Academy suddenly came running, and he hurriedly said, "Master, there is a lay senior brother outside who needs to be treated, come out and have a look." ”

After listening to this disciple's words, Zhiqing immediately stood up.

Although he is a bit of an old naughty boy, he has never been vague about the younger generations in his temple, especially in healing injuries.

"Take me to see it."

After Zhiqing finished speaking, he and the disciple hurried away.

Li Qingzhu didn't stay long, and went to watch what was going on.

When Zhiqing and the others arrived at the medical hall, the lay disciple who was being carried on a stretcher had already been placed on the bed.

Li Qingzhu fixed his eyes and saw that it was none other than Hong Xiguan.

"Senior Brother Hong? Why are you? ”

Li Qingzhu asked in surprise, looking at the injuries on Hong Xiguan's body, it felt like he had been beaten with a stick, and he had it all over his body.

"This guy is going to Woodman Alley again."

Zhiqing's eyes were vicious, and he could see at a glance that Hong Xiguan's injury was caused by the unique wooden alley of Shaolin Temple. Moreover, there are so many lay disciples in Shaolin Temple, dozens or hundreds of people will go to Muren Lane every year, and then a large number of people will be beaten back.

Zhiqing had treated many of these lay disciples, so he was very familiar with this kind of injury.

"Help me get the gold sore medicine."

The little monk who brought him here in the Qing Dynasty gave an order, and the monk went to get the medicine.

Although Li Qingzhu doesn't know medical skills, he is very proficient in medical science, and as soon as he heard the medicine that Zhiqing wanted to take, he understood that what Hong Xiguan suffered was just some flesh wounds.

This is also in line with the characteristics of Shaolin Temple, compassion is cherished, and it will not hurt the lives of disciples.

"Senior Brother Hong, this is the first time you've broken into Muren Alley?"

Li Qingzhu has the impression that Hong Xiguan seems to have broken through many times, but the result is just look at his current appearance.

"Ten times." Hong Xiguan said in a somewhat low tone,

"If you can't break through, just practice hard, suffer so much flesh and skin, as for it?"

Zhiqing is not angry, he is always a little angry when he sees a disciple who does not cherish his body, the heart of the doctor's parents, the heart of Zhiqing, is also made of meat.

After a while, the gold sore medicine came, and Zhiqing asked Li Qingzhu to help take off Hong Xiguan's clothes, and then helped Hong Xiguan take the medicine.

This gold sore medicine is configured by Zhiqing himself, and the effect is very good, and it is cold when rubbed on the body, which can relieve the hot sting pain of the injury on the body.

Basically, rubbing it with this medicine and resting for another day, the not very serious trauma will heal.

"Senior Brother Hong, take a break, you can just stay here for a few days." Li Qingzhu squatted down and comforted Hong Xiguan, he knew that Hong Xiguan was a desperate person, and he would definitely practice hard after this injury was healed.

"A few days? You are an inn in my medicine palace. ”

However, after Zhiqing heard Li Qingzhu's words, he immediately turned his face and looked at Li Qingzhu with a blowing beard and glaring.

Li Qingzhu stood up angrily and gestured to Zhiqing for money, Zhiqing's face immediately changed, he became very amiable, and said with a smile: "However, if this kid can help me grind medicinal materials, it's not impossible." ”

Li Qingzhu glanced at him, and knew that this old man had no discipline.

"Senior brother, do you hear that? Uncle Shi agreed that you should stay here for a few days, you can calm down, and by the way, tell me why you want to go down the mountain so desperately. ”

After listening to Li Qingzhu's words, Hong Xiguan nodded helplessly, he was still in pain now, and he couldn't go anywhere at all, so he could only let Li Qingzhu toss, but he also believed that Li Qingzhu would not harm himself.

The next day, Hong Xiguan's previous injuries that were completely unable to walk have now healed, and Zhiqing's gold sore medicine is indeed a desirable way.

"Senior brother, go on."

Hong Xiguan just stretched his waist, a medicine pestle flew towards him, Hong Xiguan immediately reached out and grabbed it steadily, and after a closer look, Li Qingzhu had already walked over with a medicine jar and a grinding trough.

"Too dangerous, isn't it? Aren't you afraid that I won't be able to catch a stick and hit me on the head? ”

Hong Xiguan walked over angrily and said,

Li Qingzhu handed him the medicine jar and asked him to pound the medicine, and then he sat on a bench and crushed the medicine with his feet.

"If you can't catch it, you deserve to be smashed on the head." Li Qingzhu said with a smile, then grabbed a handful of medicinal herbs around him and put them in the grinding trough, pushed the grinding wheel with his feet and said, "Uncle Shi is completely a landlord, not only do you want to help, but I will also be squeezed by him." ”

As he spoke, he shook his head loudly, looking unladylike.

Zhiqing's character Hong Xiguan is somewhat familiar, after all, it is not the first time he has come to Yaowang Academy.

"I'm really sorry to let you follow me to grind the medicine." Hong Xiguan said to Li Qingzhu with some embarrassment,

"Don't be so outside, who of the two of us is with whom? Besides, recently, I've been running to Yaowang Courtyard every day, and I've been familiar with my uncle for a long time, so it's okay. ”

Li Qingzhu waved his hand to ask Hong Xiguan not to take it to heart, and then he looked at Hong Xiguan curiously and asked, "By the way, tell me why are you in such a hurry to go down the mountain?" ”

After Hong Xiguan heard this, the action of pounding the medicine in his hand stopped, and his face became distressed.

Li Qingzhu saw that there was a story, so he listened attentively.