Seriously, Lin Xia Fan didn't know why he appeared here, in a few days, he crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, that is, unconsciously appeared here, felt that this place gave him a very cordial feeling, so he sat under an old locust tree at the head of this mountain village, sat cross-legged, that is, for a few days and nights, feeling the Taoist meaning of the wood in his heart.

"Uncle is not insane, uncle is just tired and wants to rest here for a few days, come, uncle invites you to eat, this is candy, for you. Lin Xiafan's palm changed, and a few pieces of chocolate appeared in his hand, and he gave it to the little girl and said.

"Thank you, uncle!" the little girl took a few chocolate candies, said thank you to Lin Xiafan, and ran home with a grin.

This mountain village, like the Miao people who went deep into the forest before, is a mountain village that lives in the deep mountains and is isolated from the outside, with a small population, only about three or four hundred people. Most of the houses they live in are made of stone and wood, and the villagers here are simple, leaving early and returning late for three meals a day.

The village woman who sent food to Lin Xiafan looked good, a mature young woman, like Yue'er's mother, with a floral scarf wrapped around her head, and her figure was very plump.

Every day the young woman passed by, she looked at the young man, who had been mistaken for a psychopath by the villagers, and sometimes looked at him with dementia, not knowing what was going on in her mind. Perhaps, she thought in her heart, she doesn't mind living with a young man with a nervous disorder, as long as he is healthy underneath, he won't do it, but she can do it, she can do it on her own initiative.

Or maybe she didn't think so, maybe she thought that this young man sitting cross-legged under the locust tree was very mysterious, a little like the old man said that he was a fairy.

No matter how you think about it, how you say it, Lin Xiafan is really recognized as a neurotic person who ran out of the mountains, sitting there for a few days and nights without moving, not eating, drinking, or pulling less.

Until today, something big happened in the village, a few hunting villagers, just after going out, ran back to the village, one of the pig people carried another person, bloody on his body, saying that he was bitten by a wild boar, a piece of meat was ripped off his thigh, and there were several deep wounds on his body, which looked very scary!

Everyone knows that Lin Xiafan is a fairy doctor, and when he saw the villager who was bitten by a wild boar, it was really serious, if he didn't save the other party, he would have lost too much blood and died, or he would have to cut off this leg.

"How can this be, how can this be, Dashi, you can't be fine, if something happens to you, what will happen to the children in the family and me. A village woman cried out on top of her husband.

"We encountered a herd of wild boars, and we didn't have time to escape, and we were bitten by wild boars!" Several hunters were more or less wounded, but not as serious as this villager.

"What should I do, what should I do?" said the village woman, seeing that her husband was unconscious.

Lin Xiafan appeared, looking like a fairy wind and bones, dressed in snow-white ancient clothes, with his hands on his back, and walked towards them casually.

Facing these simple villagers, he said lightly, without any emotion in his tone: "I can save him, can you let me see?"

"Can you really save him?" the villagers asked excitedly when they heard the young man, who had never spoken, as if they saw a glimmer of hope.

Yes, Lin Xiafan didn't tell them, and when he appeared, he had been sitting under the locust tree, and he had been quiet. At first, many villagers came to him and asked him if he was lost, and asked him where he came from, no matter how they asked, Lin Xiafan sat there cross-legged with his lotus fingers, motionless, and ignored these villagers, making them think that Lin Xiafan was a deaf man, a madman who ran out of a nervous hospital.

Now that they heard Lin Xiafan's words, they felt that the person in front of them might not be a madman, but a legendary monk or an immortal.

"Hmm!" Lin Xiafan looked at the wounded man's body, nodded slightly, and said, "Put this herb on his wound, and feed him this pill."

After Lin Xiafan finished speaking, as if by magic, a jade box appeared in his hand, and there was an elixir bottle, these things were not refined by Lin Xiafan himself. It was given to him by his senior brother, all of them were immortal medicines, used for external injuries, and there were defective and excellent products.

It is said to be a defective product, but when used on mortals, it is the best, the jade box, or the spirit stone is made, there is a small box of medicinal mud inside, a faint aromatic taste, in the Dan bottle, it is also a defective pill, after eating, I believe he will recover.

After Lin Xiafan gave them the things, he turned around and left here, and sat down under the old locust tree at the head of the village again, like a monk who had attained the Tao, and went into silence.

This ointment, the villagers helped each other to wipe the wound, and the naked eye saw that it was smeared on the place, and the bleeding was immediately stopped, and the wounds were closed, which was very magical. Finally, feed another pill to the other party, so that he woke up from his coma, his face was ruddy, not at all like the pale and bloodless appearance just now.

Miraculous, wonderful, the villagers saw a dying hunter, and suddenly recovered, they thought of Lin Xia Fan in their minds, thinking that he might be an immortal, and ran to him one after another, looking at Lin Xia Fan sitting there as usual!

They didn't bother Lin Xiafan, they just knelt there and bowed to Lin Xiafan, expressing their gratitude to him for saving him, or respecting him.

At the same time, many villagers sent him some fruits and put them in front of Lin Xia Fan to show their filial piety to him, a little like the legendary Shakyamuni, when Shakyamuni wanted to enlighten him, he did not eat or drink for several days and nights, and only a nun gave him food!

At this moment, a wave of green air spread out on the body of Lin Xia Fan, and the air wave spread out to the surroundings with Lin Xia Fan as the center, like a small stone, falling to the surface of a calm lake, and the ripples spread out in circles. Where this wave of green air swept through, all the plants grew wildly, and even the old trees that had died sprouted again.

The old locust tree behind it instantly blooms yellow small flowers, and the earth is the same, within a radius of ten miles, the mountains are full of flowers, and a hundred flowers are blooming, and they are all put together.

To these villagers, it was a miracle, and they knelt on the ground and bowed down to the forest.

In fact, Lin Xiafan is enlightened, he has realized the meaning of the wooden path in the law of heaven and earth, and feels the meaning of the wooden road, and the end of his life is a new beginning. Flowers bloom and fall, a grass and a spring, a year old and a withered glory......

At this time, in the small pond at the head of the village, a green light was emitted, and the green light shot straight out of the clouds, like a green laser, and the pillar of light pierced through the clouds; What is left behind is that on the top of this small pond, there is a long ruler full of greenery, more than one meter long, about four fingers wide, like green jadeite, crystal clear.

"It's ......