The night is shrouded, and the stars are as scarce as fireflies.

From a distance, Zhao Jiagou was as silent as a grave, lying quietly in the cemetery called Ye. A few faint bits of fire burst out of the chimney, like a ghostly fire.

When the Sword Staff Pavilion Master arrived with his disciples, he suddenly remembered that he still didn't know where Zhao Wensong lived.

I happened to see a peasant woman standing in front of the haystack in the dark, pulling grass, apparently preparing to make a fire, and immediately stopped casting a spell to find someone.

"Ahem—"

Far away, the Sword Staff Pavilion Master coughed a few times, for fear of scaring the villagers.

When he got closer, he arched his hand and said: "Poor Dao Rongyang, he is a Taoist of the Dark Green Palace, dare to ask the layman, where is Zhao Wensong's house?" ”

The woman, who was greedy for farm work and missed the hour, had already heard the coughing sound, and her eyes had been looking at the place she had come from intentionally or unintentionally, and when she saw that it were two Taoists, she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and stretched out her hand and pointed to a fenced thatched house not far away:

"Well, that's it."

"Thanks for the pointers!"

The master of the Sword Staff Pavilion bowed his head and was about to leave, when his heart moved, and he asked again: "Poor Dao heard that Zhao Wensong often insults his sick mother, I don't know if it's true or not?" ”

The woman said: "Alas, don't hide it from the Taoist master, there is indeed such a thing. However, this can also be understood, no one can be replaced, not necessarily as good as Zhao Wensong. ”

The Sword Staff Pavilion Master and Qing Yuan looked at each other when they heard this.

Qingyuan couldn't help but say, "What's going on?" ”

The woman sighed with emotion: "Master Dao doesn't know anything, the old sister-in-law suddenly got a dementia a few years ago. At first, it was okay, occasionally sober for a while, and I could do some work, but then it became more and more serious, not only did I not know anyone, but I also cursed people! ”

"It's just scolding, sometimes I say some scary things, what kind of dad and mother are here, oops, I hear people's goosebumps, it's scary to death! E-Niang was timid and couldn't listen to this, so she had to move to the city with her children, and Wen Song was the only one left at home to take care of. ”

"Who knows that the misfortune is not alone, two years ago, the old sister-in-law went to the thatched house in the middle of the night and somehow fell ......"

"Since then, I have been completely paralyzed, crazy all day long, full of foul language, and pee and don't know how to shout, and wipe all over the house...... Often, it's changed in the front, and then it comes in the back, and it doesn't work with diapers......"

"Tell me, who can bear this?"

The old woman sighed, looking very sympathetic to Zhao Wensong.

When Qingyuan heard this, he frowned, and was about to open his mouth to refute, but he didn't want the master to suddenly open his mouth:

"There is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time, listening to the layman's words, the old sister-in-law has been paralyzed for two years, it seems that Zhao Wensong is indeed quite filial."

The old woman shook her head when she heard this: "But no, I look pitiful, I often help one or two, and I have never found a bed sore (bedsore) on the old sister-in-law, you say, no filial piety can do it?" ”

The Lord of the Sword Staff Pavilion echoed.

The Qingyuan Daoist, who was about to open his mouth to refute, fell silent when he heard the words.

The Sword Staff Pavilion Master and the old woman chatted a few more words, and then said goodbye and left.

Not a few steps away, Qingyuan couldn't help but say, "Master, didn't the disciple do something stupid?" ”

The master of the Sword Staff Pavilion said: "Zhao Wensong insulted his mother in the front, and he was also a little at fault, but he couldn't complain about the rumors. In the future, remember that people are terrible. ”

Qingyuan bowed his head, knowing that this was the master comforting himself.

While the two were talking, they had already come to the door of Zhao Wensong's house, and not long after knocking on the door, a thin man opened the door and saw the Taoist outside the door, obviously stunned.

"Poor Dao Rongyang, is a Taoist of the Qinggong Palace, I heard that the layman's mother is seriously ill, pinched his fingers, and has a bit of fate, so he came to meet a few times."

The Sword Staff Pavilion Lord arched his hand.

He didn't say that he was not good at curing the disease and saving people, but he was just cautious.

In fact, don't look at the Dark Green Palace, abandoning the flesh and cultivating the autopsy, it seems that it should not be good at healing, but it is not.

Because whether it is a sword and staff to replace the corpse, or a fake thing, or a sword and soldier extinction, the requirements for the physical body are actually not low.

In order to ensure the success of the autopsy, the Stygian Green Palace naturally put a lot of effort into the way of curing the disease.

"It turned out to be the immortal chief of the Dark Green Palace, please come in quickly!"

When Zhao Wensong heard this, he hurriedly invited sideways.

At this moment, a call came from the hall behind him: "Wen Song, who is coming?" ”

Before the sound fell, I saw an old woman walking out of the hall with a red face, it was dark at night, but her eyes were bright, and she recognized the Sword Staff Pavilion Master at a glance, and exclaimed: "Molten Sun Immortal?!" ”

The Sword Staff Pavilion Master and Disciple Qingyuan looked at each other and were directly dumbfounded.

"I heard that the layman has been sick for two years, and this, this is ...... What's going on? The Sword Staff Pavilion Master asked.

"Don't hide it from the immortal, this is ...... God is clearly spiritual. Zhao Wensong looked excited.

Then, there was a chatter of excitement.

said how he found a longevity companion, how he went to the village shrine to worship, how the gods appeared, and after he returned home, he dozed off, and how did the old lady recover as before......

The excitement of the tone and the reversal of the rhetoric are not enough for outsiders.

At the end, Zhao Wensong sighed with emotion: "The gods are merciful! On the ancestral hall, I looked at the tone of the gods, and said that the gods blamed me, but unexpectedly, the gods just persuaded me to be good! Thinking about the past two years, I have often spoken ill of each other, and I feel guilty in my heart. Speaking of which, if I could have found a longevity escort earlier, maybe my wife would have been well a long time ago. In any case, my wife can recover from her illness, but she is blessed by the gods, and when I wait until tomorrow, I will go to the village shrine to make a vow. ”

With Zhao Wensong's narration, Qingyuan Daoist was already stunned, and when he heard Zhao Wensong's words praising the gods, his face was hot.

After hearing this, the Sword Staff Pavilion Master smiled and said, "I should repay my wish!" However, according to the view of the poor Tao, the layman may have moved the gods precisely because of his filial piety in the past few years, and he was blessed by the gods. ”

Zhao Wensong smiled embarrassedly when he heard this: "Where, where." ”

The master of the Sword Staff Pavilion took out a few runes and handed them over: "Since the layman is fine, the poor road is also relieved, a few runes, carry it with you to avoid evil spirits, and the layman will accept it." ”

Zhao Wensong took it and said again and again: "Thank you, Immortal Chief!" ”

After a round of greetings between the two sides, the Sword Staff Pavilion Master, who had not yet stepped into the threshold, immediately took his leave and left.

As soon as the master and apprentice left the village, Qingyuan couldn't help but ask, "Master, what's going on?" ”

The Sword Staff Pavilion Master said, "What do you think?" ”

Qing Yuan's face was a little complicated: "According to the disciple's opinion, it should be a certain Taoist friend passing by and doing it easily." ”

The master of the Sword Staff Pavilion raised his head and looked at the starry sky, and said: "It should be like this, do not seek fame, do not seek profit, if you look at the fire, you are compassionate, this is a master." ”

Qing Yuan was silent when he heard this.

There were some words that the master didn't say, but he already felt it.

Compared to this unknown master, his behavior seems immature and ridiculous.

If it weren't for the high-ranking people passing by, Zhao Wensong's already infamous reputation would probably be completely pushed into the abyss by him.

From now on......

Qingyuan no longer dared to imagine the consequences.

"Would you like to meet this master?" The Sword Staff Pavilion Lord suddenly asked.

"Can the master find it?"

Qing Yuan looked surprised, and hurriedly said: "Such a virtuous and glorious person, the disciple naturally admires it to the extreme!" ”

The master of the Sword Staff Pavilion said with a smile: "I have heard the song and drink party for a long time, but I rarely go there, this time I have to have a good experience." ”

Qingyuan was stunned: "Chaoge drinking party? What does the master mean...... Is that master a demon? ”

(End of chapter)