It was also raining in the capital of Qi.

The cold rain wet the ginkgo trees on the side of the street and the clothes of the pedestrians on the street. The ginkgo tree is still a long time away from the most beautiful moment, there are not too many foreign tourists in the capital, the streets and alleys in the rain naturally seem a little lonely, occasionally you can see the coolie pulling the car through the rain, the face full of suffering and wrinkles, you can only see numbness and sinking, it is difficult to find the fresh upward breath of the Tang people.

After the bloody case a few years ago, the Longhu Mountain lineage was broken, and the subsequent investigation, with the return of Longqing to the Daomen, the status of the Xiling Temple in the Qi country became more and more respected, and the people cultivated the Taoist temple in various places, and the people's belief in Haotian became more and more pious, but it was obvious that the people's life was becoming more and more difficult.

The Taoist hall of the Xiling Temple, in the north of the capital, the surface of the Taoist hall is coated with white powder, inlaid with countless precious stones, and the eaves and rain roads are coated with gold powder, which looks extremely luxurious and solemn, but today's spring rain is really a bit big, the gems are washed extremely bright, but the Taoist hall itself seems a little bleak.

The deacons of the Taoist temple were willing to brave the rain to be on duty outside the temple, and they had already taken refuge behind the door, and under the cover of the rain, they were not worried about being seen by the believers, and were drinking wine and enjoying food.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves was heard clearly in the rain. A deacon lifted the lookout hole in the door and looked out, only to see a black horse of a divine horse breaking through the rain, dragging a very ordinary carriage behind it.

The carriage stopped outside the door of the temple.

In the carriage, Ning Que looked at Sang Sang and said: "It's a little easy to catch a cold when traveling in the rain, rest here first, we left some medicine here last time, I don't know if it can be useful." ”

No matter how cold the rain is, how can Haotian catch a cold? His words seemed a little ridiculous, but in fact, Sang Sang's face was a little pale and he looked a little tired.

After strolling through the Ranke Temple in the rain, Sangsang caught a cold.

It's hard to understand. Ning Que sensed her body and didn't find any problems, and the divine power in her body didn't decrease, but she just caught a cold.

Only human beings can catch a cold, get old, sick and die.

Sang Sang didn't feel particularly uncomfortable, unlike the trip back then, he was seriously ill and dying, coughing up blood, but he felt a little drowsy. Some of them are not interested in doing anything.

Ning Que didn't take it seriously at first, but later found that she was even much less interested in food, and realized that this was really a big problem and became nervous.

He found the monk who watched the sea.

The sea watching monk was also nervous. Immediately notified Ning Que of the two former monks he had seen in the third bureau of Washan, and gathered the power of the temple to start treating Sangsang.

Master Qishan is famous for his medical skills, and the Rotten Ke Temple inherited the master's methods, which is naturally countless times stronger than the quacks in the world, and treating Haotian is undoubtedly the greatest glory of the Rotten Ke Temple.

The temple was very nervous about this matter and mobilized all its medical knowledge and abilities. I consulted all the medical books hidden in the temple, but in the end, I still couldn't prescribe the right medicine.

Because they couldn't find out what disease Sangsang had.

Ning Que felt a little annoyed, and tugged at the placket of the sea viewing monk's clothes. said that although she is a family member of a patient, even if she has a terminal illness, she will never be treated, and just wants to know what happened.

The sea monk was very helpless. There was no way to be forced by him, so I had to follow Sangsang's feelings. Judging that it was probably because the green shirt was wet by the spring rain, so he got the wind cold.

Ning Que felt that Haotian would catch a cold, which was too incredible, but there was no other way, so he had to decoct the medicine according to the prescription of the monks in the temple, hoping that Sangsang would wake up one night.

After leaving the Rotten Ke Temple, Sangsang's body still did not improve, and her spirit was tired, and after Ning Que bought a carriage, she sat in the carriage every day and became sleepy.

In fact, in addition to not being in good spirits, Sangsang does not have many other symptoms, and there is no pain, if others are watching, they will probably think that she is suffering from spring sleepiness.

Ning Que was very nervous, because he knew that she would not be sleepy in spring, let alone catch a cold, this tired appearance was very similar to the situation when he took her to the Rotten Ke Temple for treatment that autumn, which made him very uneasy.

Passing through the capital of Qi State, Sang Sang looked more and more tired, he remembered that he had left some rare medicinal materials in the Dao Hall here, so he decided to rest here for a while, and he was going to take Sang Sang here to relive some old things and old people, so as to persuade her to do something.

In the rain, the door of the Taoist hall was closed, and some believers who came to seek medical advice knelt on the stone steps in front of the temple and kowtowed reverently, already soaking wet, looking particularly pitiful.

Looking at this scene, Ning Que felt very bad.

He was not sympathetic to those believers, but he was a little unhappy with the people in the temple.

It stands to reason that how the Daomen decays and bastards has nothing to do with him.

But what is very interesting is that he thinks that since Haotian is his own woman, the Daomen should be his family property, and he can cause trouble, how can those guys cause trouble themselves?

Walking to the front of the hall, he knocked on the door, his knuckles were slightly white, and he counted silently in his heart, if the time was three times, and no one opened the door, then he would kick the door open.

With a squeak, the door of the hall slowly opened, and a middle-aged man with a hunched body walked out, without looking up, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's the matter?"

Ning Que looked at this middle-aged man and felt a little strange, this person was obviously wearing a priest's robe that represented his noble status, but he gave people the feeling that he was an extremely inconspicuous handyman.

He asked, "Why is there no one to receive the believers who are seeking medical treatment and medicine?"

The middle-aged priest sighed, and was about to say something, when suddenly several extremely arrogant voices came from behind him, followed by the rich aroma of wine and meat.

"You dead cripple, tell you not to open the door, you're blind!"

"Hurry up and close the door!"

"Do you still think it's the past? The old man of Chen Village is dead! Who will protect you?"

Ning Que looked downward, only to find that the middle-aged priest's legs and feet were a little inconvenient.

He knew who the old man of Chen Village was talking about by those people in the Dao Hall.

Chen Cun was a very senior red-clothed priest in the Temple of Light, who was expelled from Taoshan and presided over the affairs of the Dao Hall in the Qi Kingdom, and in the autumn of that year, Ning Que and Sang Sang had met him in this Dao Temple.

Then another autumn, Ning Que and Sang Sang were trapped in Chaoyang City of the Moon Wheel Country, and were hunted down by the whole world.

On the field outside Chaoyang City, a burning carriage appeared, and that was the scene of the last old red-clothed priest using divine magic to commit violence, and that person was Chen Village.

Ning Que also remembered who this middle-aged priest was.

He said, "Raise your head." ”

The middle-aged priest raised his head and looked at his face, feeling a little familiar, his eyes were a little puzzled, and then suddenly brightened, because he recognized who Ning Que was.

And because tears began to flow from his eyes.

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(Going out to eat and drink with friends, I'm a little drunk, this chapter is 2,000 words.) ）