The first snow was windless, and it was pouring down.

From a distance, a peak rises from the ground, like a pillar of optimus; The surrounding seventy-two peaks are like covering the bell and the Ding, detached from the accumulation, or slim and elegant, graceful and graceful; or clouds and mist, and cigarette smoke; Or the old dragon clock, ready to move.

There is a poem as evidence: "Seventy-two peaks towards the big top, twenty-four streams of water flow."

On the main peak mountain road, a group of dozens of people either walked, or rode mules and horses, or rode a sliding pole. The curtain of the sliding pole was lifted at one corner, and the people inside saw that the pines and cypresses, and the mountain trails were covered with a thin layer of snow.

I looked sideways into the distance, but I saw that the mountain peaks were hidden in the snow and mist, which was even more secluded. The cold wind hit, and the man's voice was crisp and he coughed.

"Let's take a break in the pavilion ahead."

When the words fell, the group turned to the pavilion on the side of the road, the trembling sliding rod was gently lowered, the curtain was carefully lifted, and a delicate round face said with concern: "Erlang is it okay?" ”

The inner man waved his hand, let go of the handkerchief, revealing a little blood in the middle, and then said in a childish voice: "It's okay, it's just a cough twice." ”

The little girl said angrily: "How can it be okay? The day before yesterday, Erlang coughed so much that if it weren't for the old man, he would have been a little yellow, but he was afraid of the slave maid...... Slave ......"

As she spoke, the pretty maid already had red circles in her eyes.

Xue Wei was a little distracted, if it wasn't for the original owner who turned his back on his anger the day before yesterday, he wouldn't have occupied the magpie's nest and became a boy who was twelve years old. What's even worse is that this body is riddled with stubborn diseases, coughing up blood every day, and the family members say that it is a carbuncle.

What is a carbuncle? Xue Jun didn't know, he felt more like tuberculosis. is good, he has gone straight from a middle-aged man who is almost not confused to a child, and he has a father who looks at the age and has not crossed by himself, not to mention, and looks like he is dying, and the taste inside is really mixed.

The person who looked like a housekeeper trotted over and asked in a low voice, "Is Erlang okay?" ”

"Nothing." Xue Jun opened his mouth before the maidservant Xiaodie.

The housekeeper Lao Zhou was relieved, and immediately ordered with a calm face: "Why don't you hurry up and replace Erlang with a big one?" ”

Xiaodie responded, quickly took the hat and put it on Xue Gong, and then helped him get off the slide.

As soon as the cold wind blew in his face, Xue Wei coughed a few more times, but fortunately he didn't cough up blood this time.

The ancient pavilion had long been covered by a heavy curtain from the family, and a brazier was also lit inside. The high-quality silver frost bamboo charcoal, which is also mixed with spices, smells like sandalwood but is a little different.

There is a stool placed in the pavilion, and a person is already sitting in the middle, with a long face, three long beards under the chin, a ruddy complexion, a Confucian robe, a fox fur, a free scarf, and a face of more than 30 people, but a pair of official boots under the feet.

This appearance is a bit mixed and matched, the body is a scholar's shirt, the head is a Taoist hat, and the feet are official boots, which are absolutely nondescript in other years, but today's saints worship the Tao, and there must be a lot of good things on the top, so most of the officials and eunuchs and doctors are happy to wear Taoist robes, hundred clothes, and wear free scarves and pure yang scarves.

This person is Xue Xun's father in this life, named Xue Xun, born in poverty, studied hard for 12 years, and was once a second-class jinshi in high school.

After a few years of hard work in the pavilion, he was first appointed to patrol the salt imperial history after being released, and he handled a big case a year ago, and he was transferred to any province according to the inspector.

The great servant inherited the former Song Dynasty from Chen, and mixed with a little Mengyuan legacy, according to the official position of the inspector is the third grade, in charge of a provincial criminal name, and the proper position is high and powerful.

It's a pity that this body is a sick seedling, otherwise wouldn't he be a good hakama?

Xue Xun was slandered, and Xue Xun had already opened his mouth: "Erlang is better?" ”

"Father...... cough cough ......" Xue Wei covered up the past by coughing, even if he had already accepted the reality, the word 'father' could never be called.

Xue Xun saw that Xue Yun was coughing, and immediately clenched his hands as if he wanted to get up, but he slowly let go and looked at Xiaodie on Xue Yun's side.

The maidservant Xiaodie immediately patted Xue Gong gently on the back to help him calm down.

"Don't speak, be careful of choking on the air." After a pause, he instructed Xiaodie: "Fu Erlang sit down." ”

Xiaodie answered, and helped Xue Jin to sit down on the stool.

Xue Jun pretended to slow down for a while, and said: "I was groggy all the way, I don't know where I am at this time?" ”

Xue Xun said: "I have reached the boundary of Wudang Mountain. ”

Xue Jun only knew that Wudang was a holy place for the Daomen, and he didn't know much about it, so he said, "But you want to send me to the Wudang faction?" ”

Xue Xun was stunned, and said softly: "This Wudang Mountain Palace View is one hundred and eight, there are Zixiao, Taihe, and Nanyan, I have never heard of any Wudang faction, where did Erlang know about it?" ”

Xue Wei sneered and said nonsense: "Xu saw it from the script. That...... Father...... Ahem...... Which temple will you send me to? ”

"True Martial Sect Zixiao Palace."

Xue Xun said: "Your grandfather got acquainted with a high Taoist in his early years, who was the Taoist of the True Martial Sect Chen Deyuan, who was profound, especially good at Qi Huang, and might be able to cure your carbuncle. ”

Xue Jun nodded, he didn't have any thoughts about Taoism, he only hoped that Chen Deyuan Daoist was skilled in medicine, and he only hoped that he was suffering from pneumonia, not tuberculosis that could not be treated at all in these years.

The cook outside called softly, and Xiaodie hurriedly ran out, and came in with a food box after a while. Unfolded, inside the food box is a bowl of porridge, plus fried white fungus, bamboo shoots and other four side dishes.

"It's time for Jiro to eat...... Would you like to eat some, sir? The maid Xiaodie asked.

Xue Xun just waved his hand and didn't say anything. Xue Jun was a little hungry in his stomach, but he really didn't have any appetite when he looked at the porridge side dishes.

He patiently ate and used it, the clear soup is less watery, less oil and less salt, and the taste is the same as chewing wax in his mouth.

He said in his heart, the doctor at this time is not very reliable, even if he really has tuberculosis, how can he get the resistance to survive the disease after eating such clear soup and waterless and nutritious food? In my memory, the original owner eats this food all year round, and it is no wonder that he coughed so much the day before yesterday that he let himself have a dove to occupy the magpie's nest.

swept away the food, and the maidservant Xiaodie immediately praised: "Erlang has such an appetite today, and he has eaten it all." ”

Xue Xun on the side was also very pleased. It's just that Xue Min is a little uncomfortable...... He couldn't stand a man in his early thirties looking at him lovingly.

After a short rest, the group waited for the group to start again. Xue Wei sat on the sliding rod that covered the curtain again, trembling and winding all the way, sometimes lifting the corner of the curtain to peek at the outside world.

After walking for about an hour, the terrain gradually slowed down, and he could hear the shouts of Lao Zhou, the housekeeper outside, and Xue Wei knew that this was the place. Slightly pick up the curtain, see the blue brick paving, the stone bridge hooks the mountain gate, the two sides of the mountain gate extend the eight figures, the rear buildings are layered on top of each other, the Dan wall is green tile, the snow is under the snowflakes, the snow covers the green mountains in the distance, the end is the blessed land of the cave, a group of fairy weather.

After a few words of negotiation with the housekeeper, the person who knew the guest and the Taoist opened the main gate and led the group into Zixiao Palace.

The stone steps are steep, and there is no need to think about the sliding pole, Xue Gong was supported by the pretty maid Xiaodie, surrounded by a thick hat, and followed into the Taoist courtyard.

The person who knew the guest could speak well, and knew that this was the first time for this group of people to visit, so he talked eloquently, and briefly introduced Zixiao Palace in an understatement.

Xue Wei was curious, so he pricked up his ears and listened carefully, only to know that he had just crossed the Jinshui Bridge, and now he was in the Dragon and Tiger Palace.

After the Dragon and Tiger Palace, there is a stele pavilion on the left and right sides of the courtyard, and the front is the Shifang Hall, which is the place where the Taoist priest of the traveling party hangs the order.

Passing through the Shifang Hall, there are matching halls on the left and right, and there are three stone steps in front, and there is the Zixiao Hall on it. It's a pity that the Zhike Taoist led this group to the west, and after the West Palace is the West Taoist Courtyard, which is the daily living place of the Taoist priests, and also left some quiet rooms for the good believers and laymen who go up the mountain to seek the Tao.

Xue Jun, who was wrapped in a zongzi, didn't stay in the outside room for long, and was urged into the wing room by the subordinates. After a while, the brazier was lit, and the quiet room was warm and bright, and when Xue Kun's forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, Xiaodie helped Xue Chun fade away.

The people were afraid that the cool breeze would be poured between the comings and goings, and a screen was set up at the door, which made Xue Wei secretly surprised, this ancient noble son was really rotten.

After a while, Xue Xun pushed the door in, bypassed the screen and said with a happy face: "Coincidentally, Daochang Chen just returned to the mountain gate the day before yesterday, and don't be rude when you meet Daochang Chen." ”

Xue Jun nodded: "It's saved." ”

"The disciple said that the old man came to visit, but it turned out to be the Xue family." Before anyone arrived, the sound arrived first, followed the door and pushed the door, and a person stepped in.

That Dao person was wearing a hundred clothes, wearing a purple and gold crown, running with an apricot yellow cover, three strands of silver hair hanging down on his chest, his face was clear, and his gestures were secretly in harmony, and he was a fairy wind bone.

"Xue Monkey, Poor Dao heard that you are an official and a third-grade envoy, if your old friend has a spirit in the sky, he will definitely be relieved."

Xue Xun's face was blushing with shame, but he still respectfully shook it to the end: "I've seen Uncle Chen, my little nephew was stubborn when he was young, and I don't want my uncle to remember it until now." After a pause, he hurriedly pulled Xue Gong over and introduced: "This is the dog Xue Gong." ”

Xue Jun hurriedly saluted: "I've seen Bozu." ”

"Good, good!" Chen Deyuan praised repeatedly, groped out a jujube red wooden plaque from his arms, and stuffed it directly into Xue Gong's hand: "I don't know that you went up the mountain today, and the poor road has not prepared, this talisman poor road has been close to you for twenty years, and it will be given to you." ”

Xue Jun looked down, but it was a peach talisman, unlike an ordinary peach talisman engraved with a god statue, but a talisman was burned. I don't know if it's useful to play with it.

Xue Xun said in fear: "Uncle can't spoil this evil obstacle too much, such a precious thing ......"

Chen Deyuan waved his hand, stopped Xue Xun's resignation, and said, "It's just an ordinary peach talisman, where is the treasure?" ”

"This ...... Then he thanked his uncle, and the little nephew let the dog accept it with a cheeky face. Xue Xun found that several people were standing, and hurriedly said: "It's a sin to let my uncle stand here, please sit down." ”

The three of them sat down as guests, and Xue Wei sat at the end of the seat. Xue Xun was worried about Xue Xun's carbuncle in his heart, and without waiting for the tea to come up, he said eagerly: "Uncle, I can't hide it, this time I went up the mountain, but it was actually a dog's disease." ”

"Oh?" Chen Deyuan looked at Xue Jun.

Xue Xun said: "Six years ago, Neiko died of illness, leaving only a child...... However, in the past two years, the child contracted a wind chill, but somehow it stretched, and the wind chill became a carbuncle in the lungs. Over the years, I have visited famous doctors and holy hands all over the world, but the pediatric lesions have entered the bones...... This transfer, I suddenly remembered that my uncle was good at Qi Huang's technique, so I took my child to visit the mountain. ”

"I see," Chen Deyuan looked at Xue Ling, and said with kind eyebrows: "Little Xue Gong, stretch out your hand and wait for the old way to feel the pulse." ”

Xue Jun responded, stretched out his left hand, and the old Taoist cut the pulse with three fingers, and after a while, the old Taoist was shocked, and then calmed down and carefully diagnosed and treated.

After a long time, the old Taoist elder took his right hand that cut the pulse, opened his eyes and said: "It is indeed a carbuncle of the lungs, but I am afraid that ordinary medicine stones will be difficult to treat." Have you tried the stew of aged mustard in Tianning Temple? ”

Xue Xun was disappointed and said dejectedly: "After asking for two jars, I didn't cough when I ate it, but I had a high fever and stopped, and then I stopped." ”

Chen Deyuan looked at Xue Xun's expression and said with a smile: "Don't be discouraged, the old Tao didn't say that there is no cure for this son." ”