Lang Zhongshang Hou picked up the little Taoist priest and said:

"Your master himself said that he was not sick, even if he was sick, how could I, an ordinary man, save the immortals?

The little Taoist priest begged: "Doctor, my master can't move now, he is about to be crushed, you can help him heal!"

Ah Niu said to Daoist Li: "Brother Dao Chang, be honest and be a man with a wide range of skies, no matter how mysterious you are, I am afraid that you will rise to the sky." ”

Daoist Li widened his eyes and said, "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! Taishang Laojun wants to recruit the poor Dao, which is the creation of the Poor Dao. ”

Shang Hou shook his head and said to the little Taoist:

"Look, your master is not sick, is he? stop stopping me, I still have to hurry. ”

Feng'er said, "Doctor, wait." ”

He turned to Daoist Li and said:

"How does Dao Chang's mana compare to Tie Guan Li? He can't cure his lameness, how do you feel about yourself? ”

Daoist Li weighed the consequences of being stubborn, and suddenly trembled all over, as if reciting a mantra:

"Heavenly Spirit, Heavenly Spirit, Taishang Laojun told his disciple Li Tongchun to learn: Your calamity has not yet been overcome, and you must have a mortal to treat your injuries before you can become an immortal. As a teacher, I went to help you in the name of borrowing water, and I hope you don't shirk it. Haste as the law......"

After thinking about it, his eyes were closed, as if he was unconscious.

Ah Niu said: "My elder brother, what kind of ghost are you pretending, what kind of god are you doing? I am embarrassed to say that I want to see a doctor. ”

The little Taoist priest knelt on the ground again, begging Shang Hou and saying:

"Doctor, you see that my master admits that he is sick, so you should save him quickly. ”

Shang Hou pondered for a while and said:

"Okay! Then I'll make a second time in front of the gods, which is counted as tea money, and going out is also the capital of Xiaolang to show off. ”

Shang Hou walked to Daoist Li's bed, tasted his pulse, and touched his bones up and down. Then move your hands together, massage and massage your whole body.

Daoist Li howled like a pig, and he had forgotten who Taishang Laojun was.

After a while, Shang Hou finished conditioning for Daoist Li and said:

"Dao Chief, please get up!"

After a while, Daoist Li heard Shang Hou shouting for him to get up, tried to move, and actually sat up.

Daoist Li was overjoyed in his heart and said:

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! If the heavens want to descend to the people, they must first work their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skin, and then know their shortcomings......"

Shang Hou said: "It only takes a moment for the Dao Chief to try to walk on the ground, and then use a few decoctions to regulate himself, these herbs are all over the mountain, and Dao Tong can pick them and cook them by himself." In a few days, the Taoist chief will be cured. ”

Feng'er said: "The doctor is really a miracle doctor. ”

Shang Hou smiled: "I am not as famous as Hua Tuo, but I am more practical than Hua Tuo, and my small skills in carving insects are not enough for outsiders." ”

Li Daochang said: "Thank you to the doctor for diagnosing the injuries of the poor road, the poor road should be the heavenly court, and I will always remember your work in saving the immortals." The hour is not early, the poor Dao ordered Qing'er to pick some green vegetables, dig out the thousand-year-old wine behind the house, let's drink a drunk before resting! This wine is not an ordinary wine, it was brewed privately by the ancestor of Lu Dongbin before he got the Tao, and the emperor did not drink a sip, which was more than 10,000 times stronger than the palace jade liquid. ”

Ah Niu secretly thought: Once a person blows a bull, it is really difficult to stop.

Feng'er saw that it was getting late, and it was unclear how long it would take to find a place to stay, so he had to agree.

Lang Zhong Shanghou said that he would not stay overnight, nor would he eat, so he waved his hands and resigned.

The dinner was not sumptuous, a few dishes of green vegetables, more like a meal than an ordinary temple.

Daoist Li instructed Xiaodao to dig up the wine, although it was exaggerated a lot, but it finally tasted pure and fragrant.

If there is wine and no food, it cannot be regarded as slow.

There is food and no wine, turn around and let's go.

For Feng'er, with or without food, with or without wine, they will not leave, and it is a blessing to be able to fill their stomachs.

Yao Xiucai and Ziwei are rich sons and are a bit harsh in terms of diet. But it's good to be at home for a thousand days, and it's difficult to go out, and I don't pay too much attention to it.

Yao Gongzi experienced the catastrophe a few days ago, and he was terrified when he saw the wine, and no matter who persuaded him, he didn't dare to drink it.

Taoist Li frequently advised to drink, and it was indispensable to talk about the benefits of Taoism, do a good job in publicity, and lay a good foundation for the next step of enrollment. But his mood was unstable, and he was happy and elated, and at another he was sad, as if he were about to die. His heart is not only known to Taishang Laojun, but also to everyone on earth. Purely normal.

After dinner, Feng'er lay on the floor and couldn't sleep. Recalling the ups and downs along the way, several tribulations, and finally turning the danger into a disaster. In the east wing of Fuyun Temple in the middle of the night, where did the stone that hit him in the face come from? Who did it? I saw a dark shadow outside the window, but I couldn't see it in a blink of an eye, was it an enemy or a friend? Why didn't the enemy take this opportunity to get rid of himself and a friend? Ever since I came down from Qinglong Mountain, I always felt that someone was secretly following him, and even if it was a mountain bandit who had slipped through the net in Qinglong Mountain to seek revenge, why didn't he do it for a long time?

A series of question marks appeared in Feng'er's mind, and he couldn't figure it out.

Insomnia. The wind heard everyone snoring, got up alone and walked out of the house gently, in the dead of night, the moon was bright and the stars were thin, and the pleasant evening breeze blew the scattered hair.

Out of the yard, I followed the path I came from, and walked more than a mile unconsciously.

Behind Feng'er, a dark shadow was slowly approaching him, holding a long sword in his hand, and he was getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, a flash of fire rose into the sky from the village in front of him, instantly changing from small to large, lighting up the night sky.

Then I heard someone shouting:

"It's a fire!

The wind didn't have time to think about it, and rushed forward like a fly.

If it is not extinguished in time, the fire will soon spread to the neighboring houses and affect the entire village.

The people fighting the fire were bustling and scrambling.

Feng'er touched the shovel and rushed towards the sea of fire, using his hands and feet, swooping left and right.

An hour later, with the efforts of everyone, the fire finally died down, and the grass house was not saved, keeping the safety of the whole village.

The torches were bright.

Feng'er had a black head and a black face, and sat on the ground tired, panting heavily.

Suddenly, a familiar voice shouted:

"It's Hanako who set the fire, get him up quickly!"