Jolene heard someone shouting "sister", looked down and saw that it was Cortana looking at her with round eyes, so excited that she almost let go of her hands, and then hugged Cortana tightly in her arms, but tears flowed out, and after a while, she asked with a smile, "Cortana, are you awake?" ”

"Sister, why are you crying?" Cortana reached out to wipe Jolene's tears and asked, "Where are we?" I remember a lot of people crowded over, trying to hide but couldn't run, and they tripped over silk scarves, and then they were pushed down, and before they could get up, their backs hurt terribly, and then I didn't know it. Sister, it's getting dark? I've been sleeping until now? ”

From the time she was injured to the present, Cortana has been in a coma for a day and a half, and when Jolene heard her say this, she still had palpitations when she recalled the crowded scene yesterday. Wang Hou walked over and stretched out his hand to check Xiao Na's pulse, the pulse beat was only slightly stronger, but the pulse was still slow, mixed with irregular intervals, showing that the yin and cold knots, and the pulse qi was blocked, knowing that she had just woken up, but the cold poison had not been removed.

Sure enough, at night, Jolene was telling the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and Cortana also listened to it with relish, when suddenly her eyes rolled and she collapsed on the bed, her body convulsed. Frightened, Qiao Lin hurriedly ran to the next door and called Wang Hou. Wang Hou rubbed his sleepy eyes, took the pulse, and comforted: "Qiao Lin, don't worry, her cold poison will only recur if it is not removed, but the holy monk said that she can still hold on for ten days, it should not be wrong." It's only the first day, don't worry. ”

Jolene was shocked and said angrily: "It's really scary, how can you not worry?" Don't go back, stay here. Wang Hou's scalp was numb, and he snorted: "Xiao Na has already fallen asleep, it's useless for me to accompany me here, I have to catch the car early tomorrow morning......" Qiao Lin bit her lip fiercely, but there was nothing she could do, so she had to watch Wang Hou walk out.

For the next few days, the carriage was on the road most of the time, and Cortana was sometimes awake and sometimes unconscious, which made Jolene laugh and tear down her eyes, and held Cortana in her arms, not knowing what to do.

On the morning of the fifth day, the carriage entered the country of Hu Cha La. After inquiring, I learned that the Zoroastrian altar was in a deep mountain fifty miles away, so I had to continue to hurry, and I didn't arrive here until evening, hoping to find a family to rest in front of me, closer to the main altar, so that I could inquire about the situation.

In the carriage, Qiao Lin was talking to Xiao Na, when Wang Hou asked, "Can you stay in the car for one night, or stay in the car at night?" He replied, "You can do it, it's best to stay, don't let Cortana suffer." "Thank you, sister." Xiao Na was already sensible, and after knowing that Qiao Lin and Wang Hou were asking for medicine for herself, she became more and more well-behaved.

As he was talking, the front suddenly opened up, it turned out that there was an open field on the right side of the road, the ground was paved with thick stones, and there were several rows of thatched huts built at the far end of the site, hidden in the woods. Wang Houjin stayed in the carriage and secretly rejoiced in his heart: This is not far from the Zoroastrian main altar, probably this restaurant is for pilgrims' business, I don't know if it can stay inside.

"What's wrong?" When Jolene saw the carriage stop, she opened the front curtain and asked, and when she saw the situation outside the carriage, she said happily, "It's just right, we will stay here." Wang Hou snorted and parked the carriage in the center of the venue, and at this moment, a person came out of the room, less than thirty years old, wrapped in a white turban, and asked a few words, seeing that Wang Hou did not understand, he asked tentatively: "Guest officer, Chinese?" The voice was even stiffer than Jolene's.

Wang Hou opened the green veil and asked, "May I ask the shopkeeper, is there a place to stay?" "Yes, yes, please come in!" The white turban motioned for Wang Hou to drive the carriage, and he led the way in front, bypassing the front row of thatched huts and stopping the carriage in the stable on one side. Jolene got out of the car with Cortana in her arms, and the three of them followed the white bandana into the backyard.

In the middle of the backyard, there are several square tables, and more than ten people are sitting in twos and threes, because it is not yet time for dinner, just drinking tea and chatting, and the yard exudes the sweet and spicy smell of "pulling tea". Some of them saw Wang Hou and Qiao Lin masking their faces, looked at them curiously, and started chatting again.

The white turban said to the king: "Front desk, pay the money." Wang Hou followed him to the front room, paid 2,000 yuan, and asked for two adjacent rooms. The white turban led him back to the backyard, and opened the two rooms in the back row of the thatched hut, which were not large, with a bed, a table, and a few chairs, and they were clean.

Jolene put Cortana on the bed and lay down, because after another day of traveling, Cortana was extremely tired, and when she talked to Jolene, her eyes became sleepy, and Jolene stopped talking and let her sleep.

Wang Hou stood by the window and looked out, although in terms of martial arts, Qiao Lin and himself would not be afraid of anyone, but he was not familiar with the place, and he was deep in the mountains, so he had to be more careful. The men and women in the courtyard were all dressed as locals, and he didn't understand what they were talking about, but few of them looked this way, and it was obvious that the three of them did not attract their attention.

Seeing his appearance, Jolene approached and asked, "What?" Is there anything wrong? "No, I'm just a little nervous, maybe it's because the Zoroastrian altar is nearby." Wang Hou retracted his gaze, looked at Qiao Lin, and saw that she had lost a lot of weight in the past few days, "Qiao Lin, you are also tired these days, you will have dinner in a while, and rest early." ”

"When you say that, people are also nervous, how can they sleep?" Qiao Lin glanced at him sideways, and said, "It's quiet here, and it's even scary at night, so you're here with you." ”

Wang Hou lowered his voice: "I want to go to the main altar at night to explore the situation there, the time is urgent, once I miss it, it will be troublesome." "Okay, be careful yourself, go and come back quickly, I'll wait for you." Jolene heard what he said that made sense, and she wanted to stay with Cortana, so she couldn't go with him, so she had to give up.

Soon it was dark, the lights were turned on outside, and many people were eating in the courtyard. Wang Hou lit the oil lamp, saw that Xiao Na was still asleep, and after discussing with Qiao Lin, he decided to let Xiao Er bring the meal to the room.

Wang Hou summoned the white turban, who was busy in the courtyard, and asked him to send two dinners, the white turban answered, turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Wang Hou: "Shopkeeper, I want to inquire, how far is the Zoroastrian main altar from here?" Do you follow the main road all the way down? ”

The white turban turned around and replied, "There are still three miles, keep walking...... Something? Wang Hou was afraid that he would be suspicious, and hurriedly said: "We are from Guli, the little sister unfortunately contracted the wind cold, and I found several Langzhong and could not be cured, and later I heard that the Zoroastrian altar is the nemesis of cold, so we brought her over to burn pillar incense." ”

The white turban glanced at the bed, nodded, but asked, "Do you want to invite the spirit master to take a look?" Wang Hou and Qiao Lin were stunned at the same time and asked, "Spirit Master?" What is it? ”

"The spiritual master sees a doctor, and he is very spiritual." Although the white turban struggled to speak Chinese, she seemed very patient, and said word by word, "She is not far from here, and she treats people, and the fee is not expensive." ”

Wang Hou understood, presumably this place is very close to the Zoroastrian altar, and there are many people who go to pray, and the "spiritual master" in his mouth must have seen through the psychology of pilgrims and treated people here. But since she has encountered it, it is good to let her take a look, maybe she can really get rid of Xiao Na's cold poison, but she can save going to the Zoroastrian altar to ask for some holy fire pill. Seeing that Qiao Lin didn't speak, she took out a hundred coins and handed them to the white turban: "Okay, please ask the shopkeeper to come over." ”

The white turban shook his head: "Now, no, you don't look, outside, they're also waiting, I'm afraid, after eating, the spirit master is free." Qiao Lin and Wang Hou realized that some of the people in the courtyard had also come to seek medical treatment, and Qiao Lin said, "You told the spirit master that if you can be cured, we will thank you again." ”

The white turban answered, and after a while, two plates of vegetables were brought on a tray, one was yellow curry and mutton, the other was a mixture of cucumbers, carrots and cherry tomatoes, and two bowls of rice. The two of them were not in the mood to drink, and even the mutton did not taste good, so they filled their stomachs, and then sat in the house, gossiping, and waited for the spirit master to appear.

After all the people in the courtyard had eaten and drunk, they didn't wait long, and then they heard the noise in the courtyard, and after a while, a person walked in outside the side door, wearing a different black robe, covering his face with a black scarf, and his figure was uneven, obviously a woman, taller than ordinary men. At this time, someone suddenly knelt on the ground, kowtowing to the woman in the black scarf again and again, and there were words in his mouth. Under his infection, the people in the courtyard knelt down one after another, appearing extremely religious.

The woman in the black scarf waved her right hand slightly, and I don't know what spell she cast, but a fire was lit in front of her, separating her from the crowd, and the light of the fire made the courtyard suddenly light up! Wang Hou and Qiao Lin watched it in the room, and they were secretly surprised, even Wang Hou's eyesight did not see clearly how the fire was raised.

The people on their knees saw what they were seeing, and they became even more noisy. At this time, the woman in the black scarf said a few words, and most of the people on the ground got up and retreated far behind, and there were still seven or eight people lying on their stomachs. With a flick of the black-scarfed woman's robe, a fist-sized fireball flew out of the fire, stopping in front of one of them, clinging to the man's eyes.

After about a few breaths, the spirit master flicked his sleeves again, and the fireball retracted into the fire, and the man on the ground first closed his eyes tightly, then rubbed his eyes, and slowly opened them, and then knocked his head on a clang, and after listening to the spirit master's command, he got up happily and retreated to the back. The people on the field worshiped more and more reverently.

At this moment, the fireball flew out again, stopped in front of the other person's chest, spun endlessly, and then retracted. The man was similar to the previous one, rubbing his chest, taking a few deep breaths, followed by a thump kowtow.

Wang Houzhi was dumbfounded: Sure enough, it was a spirit master! These people kneeling on the ground were probably patients, and I don't know what kind of effort the spirit master had done to heal the eyes of the previous person so easily; Then let the person who is not breathing well, after being baked by the fireball, breathe freely...... What kind of spell is this?

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