Seeing Chen Chuchu's words, Ping Yu couldn't help but laugh and said: "It is said that cultivators do everything according to their hearts, how can the Taoist priest be so obsessed with yellow and white things and pollute your friendship?" In the past three days, I have talked very happily with the Taoist chief, and if I want to say that I have gained, it is ...... that I have taken advantage of Pingyuan."

Chen couldn't push it out, so he had to agree, and it was not too late to repay him when he regained his strength.

The two of them sat in the private room on the second floor of the inn and replaced the wine with tea, where they could drink tea and chat and see the market well on the street downstairs, and Ping Cheng seemed to be very immersed in this atmosphere.

At this moment, the sound of clanging gongs and drums and suona sounded in the distance, which was somewhat familiar.

Chen Chu followed the sound and saw a team of 100 people slowly coming from a distance, familiar, it was so familiar, there was no other reason, just because this was a god parade team.

The boy wore a huge hood, pulled out as a guide to run the god, jumped up and down with a horsewhip in his hand, shook his head, and was so uncomfortable, followed by a tall "god", the whole procession was solemn and lively, and the people on both sides of the road prayed, hoping that the gods could bring good luck to themselves and sweep away bad luck.

The procession is on the march.

Suddenly, a woman sprang out from among the people, kneeling and crying, "Pray God to save my child!" ”

Everyone was stunned.

The procession also stopped, and it happened that a man wearing a green robe, with a green turban on his head, a long red beard, and a Daguan knife in his hand, was tall and looked at the woman condescendingly and said nothing.

The woman looked at the appearance of thirty but the corners of her eyes were crow's feet, haggard, her eye sockets were deep, and she was holding a two-year-old child in her arms, the child's eyes were closed and breathless, and she was thin and weak...... It is a chronic disease, but the body is too weak to endanger the root cause and becomes an acute disease, which is ...... It's at stake...... Pray for God's mercy! ”

She couldn't kowtow while holding the child, so she could only rub her knees on the ground and lean towards Guan Yu.

The people who can play the role of gods are usually the boys, so to speak, they are the mediators between the gods and mortals, but this boy only knows that since he was sensible, he has never heard of anything that is manifested in the spirits. The boy looked at the woman holding the child in a daze, and wanted to say a few words, but there are rules, and you can't talk at will if you play a god......

The boy's heart was in turmoil, the woman's bloodshot eyes made him feel very uncomfortable, he held the Guan knife with ten fingers of both hands, snorted softly, and the light knife waved and slashed on the woman's shoulders, which meant to cut off the bad luck and sickness, and the robe covered the woman and the child in a flash, which meant that the mother and son sheltered Guan Yuguan Erye!

He has played Guan Er Ye I don't know how many times, he didn't feel anything before, but this time his heart is extremely pious, I hope Guan Er Ye can give him divine power once!

The boy removed the robe, and the long handle of the knife was the ground, majestic!

The "gods" who had just walked past returned, and they revolved around the mother and child, meaning that the gods were watching, and the lion dancers who ran back and forth along the procession also came, and the lion dancers with their strong arms and vigorous skills controlled the lion dancers to jump above the women and children......

They were all asking the gods for mercy.

Ping, who was sitting in the private room of the inn, shook his head lightly and said, "Where are there any gods in this world, the so-called gods...... It's just a fantasy of people's soul pain. ”

Chen Chuchu looked at Ping Cheng with some surprise and said, "The fate master doesn't believe in gods? ”

Pinglu hummed softly: "If there are gods and spirits, how can there be so many cows, ghosts, snakes and gods in this world, how can there be corrupt officials and corrupt officials in the court, and how can there be bullies and thieves in the people?" ”

Chen did not speak again.

He turned his head to look at the woman downstairs again, and was silent for a while: "Poor Dao go downstairs and take a closer look." ”

Ping Cheng said: "Be careful, tuberculosis can infect others......"

"No ......

Chen Qiqi had already walked down the stairs.

Pingcheng didn't get up, picked up the teacup on the table and looked downstairs, there was no sadness or joy in his eyes......

Chen Chuchu came to the street, and the gods were still praying for the children, he nodded slightly to the "gods", and then came to the woman's side and squatted down to look at the children and said, "Can you see the children in the poor way?" ”

When the woman saw a young Taoist leader coming, she hesitated, but still moved the child out.

Chen Chu could feel the faint divine power remaining in his body beating, yes, the moment the god parade appeared, the empty body generated divine power......

He lightly touched his index finger on the child's eyebrows, and the divine power slowly penetrated into the child's body through his fingertips, clearing the obstacles in the body.

Click!

Something cracked in the dantian.

Chen Chuchu's forehead was sweating, and the divine power on his fingertips was intermittent, although his divine power could save the child, he had a feeling that if he wanted to save this dying child, he would definitely drain this last divine power, and without divine power, he would never be able to leave this world again.

The divine power came and went, and the child's face was pale for a while and ruddy for a while.

"Dao Chief, save my child......"

The woman's eyes are filled with a thirst for the survival of the child.

Chen Chuchu didn't speak, the output of divine power from his fingertips increased, and after sending the last divine power, he slowly stood up and said, "He's already fine, just take it home and recuperate for a month......

Okay, okay?

The woman was stunned by the huge surprise, she was in a trance for a long time, she looked down at the child, her face was ruddy, and her breathing was much more stable when she slept......

In the private room on the second floor of the inn, Ping Cheng saw this situation, showed a smile, and then saw the face reflected in the cup of tea, a little self-deprecating.

Chen Chuchu is back.

Ping Cheng pushed a steaming cup of tea over: "Moisten your throat." ”

He asked with a smile: "The Taoist is very capable, and he can take a good look at the child at a glance." ”

Chen Qiqi also smiled: "Where is my ability, it just so happens that this child is just a big blessing, and I don't dare to take credit." "There was really not a drop of divine power in his body.

……

With the help of Pingcheng, Chen Chuchu had a small house in this town, which was considered a place to stay.

He has been looking for a way to restore his divine power, and during this period, he has found the boy who played the god that day, and he has also visited temples and Taoist temples, but nothing has been gained......

The days passed.

Chen Chuchu couldn't find a way to recover his divine power, so he used his knowledge to see a doctor for the people and earn some money to live, because this body seemed to be ordinary, no longer invincible, tired, and old.

Pingcheng would often invite him to the private room of the inn to drink tea, chat, talk about everything, fly in the sky and run on the ground, and from time to time he would be shocked by Chen Chu's astonishing remarks and almost drop his jaw.

White horse through the gap.

The sun and the moon are like a shuttle.

The corners of Chen's eyes began to wrinkle, and his face became spotted, becoming more and more like a "real" old Taoist priest.

For the sake of his fame, Pingcheng rushed to take the exam several times and returned several times without success, and finally simply "lay flat" and lived in this town with Chen Qiqi, getting some handicraft items to sell for money, and gradually became a little famous......

Decades have passed.

Pingcheng, the man who used to be as straight as his waist, his waist was also bent, his white hair was gray, his face was full of age spots, and he was lying on the bamboo bed of the hut with a gossamer face. Chen Chu sat on the bamboo chair next to him, he had also become very old, his voice was no longer clear and powerful, only hoarse......

Chen Chuchu gently patted Pingsheng's hand: "Tell me if there is anything you can't let go, I'll do it for you, you go, I'll recite the scriptures for you." ”

Ping Cheng had no strength to raise his head, his eyes rolled hard, and he looked at Chen Chuchu: "I...... We believe in you, you are on a firmer path than anyone else, but more bitter than anyone else, we ...... We are all losers, Chen ...... Chen Chuchu, we can't help you much, but we need your help. ”

What are you and us, Chen Chu didn't understand.

He only knew that Pingcheng, an old friend, seemed to have something he couldn't let go, and hurriedly said, "Tell me quickly." ”

Pingcheng said: "I put a bag of things under your bed, which contains my letter to you, just give them the items for me, and the same is true for them......

That's the last sentence.

Because there is no light in Ping's eyes.

I wanted to break off for a few days to calm down my emotions, and I happened to be sick, but I didn't expect that the cough and cough would not get better, and the people around me were fine, I was still coughing, and my nasal cavity became fragile, and I bled four times a day, and I was a little panicked, so I went to the doctor, and took a blood film to check that it was pneumonia, lung infection, and I needed to hang the bottle, but I chose to do nebulization, and today it began to get a little better.

(End of chapter)