"Uncle, where are the sheep?" Wang Gan shouted, but the old man didn't respond, as if he didn't hear it, he shouted again, and his voice was a little louder than just now.

"Huh? Xiao Qian! ”

The old man came back to his senses, and smiled when he saw Wang Gan, his smile was a little reluctant, his face was wrinkled, and his eyes were full of sorrow that could not be hidden.

Seeing this, Wang Qian subconsciously looked at the old man with the method of "looking at qi and looking at appearance".

I saw that the old man had a gray and black aura entangled, which was a serious illness!

"Uncle, I see that your complexion is not very good, are you not feeling well, you have to go to the hospital to see!"

"You don't need to look at it, how many days can you live!"

The old man sighed, took out a box of the cheapest cigarettes in the commissary, and took one out and lit it.

"Uncle, what you said is not right, we have to treat the disease and treat it positively!" Wang Gandao.

"Alas, it can't be cured!" The old man sighed again.

"Uncle, now that science and technology are developing and medical technology is developing very fast, some cancers can be cured in a timely manner."

The old man shook his head and sat there silently smoking.

"I've picked a few apples from the woods, crisp and sweet, and I've put them here for you!" Putting down a few apples, Wang Qian went to the top of the hill and looked back at the old man.

Sitting alone, smoking alone, unspeakably lonely.

"What the hell is going on?"

He pondered to find someone to ask the old man what was wrong.

The next day, Wang Qian was in the hut, holding a scroll of Taoist scriptures in his hand, and was looking at it.

"Ouch, where are you going, stop me!" Suddenly there was a shouting outside.

"What's going on? Let's go out and have a look! ”

As soon as Wang Qian and Tugou came out of the hut, they saw a galloping ox rushing towards the hut, followed by an old man.

Wang, the earth dog barked at the running bull, but it failed to scare it.

Not good!

Seeing that the cattle are about to rush to the front, and then forward is the half acre of "rouge rice" that is about to mature.

Give it to me!

Wang Gan shook his hand, a "fixed talisman" turned into a yellow light and flew out, landing on the body of the running bull to freeze it, and then he stepped to the side of the scalper and pushed it with both hands, and the scalper fell out and fell to the ground.

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With a gesture of his hand, a yellow light flew back into his hand.

The next moment the scalper regained his mobility, stood up, not as flustered as just now, stepped on the spot with his hooves and shook his head.

The old man over there also ran over.

"What are you running, running!" The old man hurried over, and when he arrived, he gave the ox two whips.

Da Niu blinked his innocent big eyes, Mou, Mou, and shouted twice.

"This cow doesn't know what's going on, just now he was grazing on the mountain, and suddenly he went crazy." The old man herding the cattle took a few deep breaths.

"Xiao Qian, your strength is really big, a cow can overturn it!" The old man recalled the scene just now and looked at Wang Qian in surprise.

"I'm also scared, I'm afraid it will ruin my rice." Wang Qian said with a smile.

"Ah, your rice has set ears, it looks like it will be done this year!" The old man glanced at the rice field in front of the hut.

"Well, it should be done!"

"Xiao Qian, I just saw two yellow lights flashing here, what are they?"

"What yellow light?" Wang Qian's face was puzzled.

"No, am I mistaken? Recently, my eyes have not been very good, so I have to take time to go to the hospital to have a look. The old man looked around, scratched his head, and then led the scalper to leave.

"Uncle, wait a minute, there is something I want to ask you."

"What's the matter?" The old man stopped and turned to look at him.

"The day before yesterday, I saw Uncle Jianrong sitting alone on the mountain in a daze when he was herding sheep, his face was not good-looking, and he said that he couldn't be cured, did he have something?"

Wang Gan stopped the old man and asked about Wang Jianrong.

The cattle herder and Wang Jianrong, who is seriously ill, are cousins, and they have a good relationship on weekdays.

"This thing, he has been having a stomachache since the beginning of the New Year, enduring it, dragging it, the other day it was really painful and couldn't stand it, so he went to Qucheng Hospital for an examination, and found out that it was liver cancer, and it couldn't be cured, alas!"

The old man also sighed at the mention of this.

"Have you been to a big hospital in a provincial capital or a capital city? Nowadays, some cancers have a great chance of being controlled or even cured as long as they are treated in time. ”

"It's useless, it's late, he can't be cured of this disease anywhere, unless there are immortals!" The old man waved his hand.

"Immortals? There are no gods in this world! We have to believe in science. ”

Watching the old man lead the cow away and return to the house, Wang Gan touched his chin, still thinking about it.

"Uncle Jianrong once helped him in his most difficult time, and he is an elder, so he should help him with reason."

"I don't know if there are any magic powers in the Book of Heaven that can cure diseases?"

What the heart thought, the book of heaven responded, the light flashed, and after opening it, a spell appeared.

"Heavenly Doctor Goes to Sickness"

Use this charm to dispel diseases in the body, uplift the spirit, and make the body feel comfortable.

This spell used up the aura of the jade cicada, the aura he had accumulated over the past few days, and the cultivation of a part of his body.

"It's worth it!" Wang Qian clapped his palms.

After learning this charm, Wang Qian did not draw it immediately, but prepared for a day.

Adjust your state, your heart is pure, your body is pure, and your mind is pure.

Concentrate on the mind and recite the mantra before writing.

Cinnabar is ink, and the pen is like a swimming dragon.

With pen and ink as a guide, absorb their own spirit and the aura of heaven and earth and it.

A stroke of heaven and earth,

Two strokes of ghosts and horrors,

Three strokes move the world,

Four strokes of life.

Closing the pen, there is a flash of brilliance, a breeze.

Fu Cheng!

Hiss, exhale, Wang Qian took a few deep breaths.

Looking at a spell on the desk in front of him, it seemed that a simple talisman was very draining.

This spell is more difficult to draw than the "Fixation Talisman".

Being able to succeed this time may be related to his cultivation and improvement, or it may be because he wants to cure diseases and save people, which is a good deed.

After the talisman was completed, he carefully put away the talisman and waited for Wang Jianrong to touch him when he went up the mountain again to see how effective it was.

After waiting for two days, I saw Wang Jianrong driving more than a dozen goats up the mountain.

He has two sons who have opened houses in the city and rarely come back on weekdays, and he and his wife have planted some land and raised some sheep at home.

I can't change a few dollars a year, most of them are saved for my two sons, and the old couple live very frugally at home, reluctant to eat and wear, and save money.

Like last time, he sat on a stone again, smoking alone in a daze, and a dozen sheep grazing on the side.

"Uncle?" Wang Qian came to his side and shouted, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

"You kid, scare me." The old man was excited, and after finding out that it was Wang Qian, he smiled reluctantly, and then continued to smoke.