The wound scabbed over after ten years, but it left the sequelae of itching, and he always scratched itchy, so that the skin of his left arm was turned over, and it was bright red, and the heavily scratched part was oozing blood.

Especially at night, he couldn't sleep, tossing and turning, making the bed babble.

His blind mother was very good at hearing and could hear from two houses. Wangfu, who couldn't sleep, suddenly heard footsteps outside the room, it was his mother who came, and asked him where he was uncomfortable. Wangfu didn't want to tell his mother, he didn't want his mother to worry about himself, so he lied, I just had a nightmare, and I made the bed loud to strengthen my courage. Speaking of nightmares, the mother is even more worried, and the last time her son had a nightmare, something happened when he went out during the day.

Since you have nightmares, don't go out tomorrow. Last time I had a nightmare, I went out and suffered, remember? His mother's advice reminded Wangfu of the evil that nightmare. This time he lied to his mother, and he had to justify himself and continued, Mom, I will get up late tomorrow and I will be fine.

Wangfu, I hope you're okay. The mother walked away.

Wangfu, whose left arm itched badly, struggled to keep himself from moving, or did not move very often. He endured the unpleasant taste of the itch, scratching only the itch, and no longer making noises on the bed.

The next day, the morning light came in through the window, and there was already a lot of noise outside, and my parents were already doing housework in the house. Wangfu's itchy right hand was infected and itchy, and he wanted to go to the hospital to see a doctor, but he had no money. Can it be treated with earthwork? He suddenly remembered that Jin Tie in the neighboring village was a Tulangzhong who treated incurable diseases, by the way, looking for him, looking for him to treat his illness still asked for money, he turned his mind and helped him do something, can't he cost money for medicine? Better go for it. Thinking of this, he was a little excited, got up from the bed and raised his voice and said: Mom, it's not early, I should get up.

Going out so late should go smoothly. Be careful what you do when you go out. When his mother spoke to him, he had come out of the room.

Mom, I'm out looking for something to do. Wang Fu tickled as he spoke, and red particles appeared on both arms, like hemp cakes.

On this morning, Jin Tie was collecting medicine on the mountain, Wangfu rushed to the neighboring village and did not find him, his wife Liu Fu asked Wangfu what he was looking for him, Wangfu explained the reason directly, and showed her the redness and swelling on his left and right arms.

She said, "Just sit here and wait for him to come back." When asked when she would be able to come back, she said she couldn't say, sometimes it was dark and sometimes she came back at noon.

Wangfu walked to the edge of the yard in front of his house, stood on tiptoe and looked at the rolling mountains behind the house, hoping to see the person on the mountain, hoping that person was the golden sticker.

Liu Wu didn't care about him, but he was busy in the house, cleaning the medicinal herbs, and taking out a lot of chopped medicinal herbs, and spreading them on the drying mat in the yard to dry.

Looking at the hall of the Jin Tie family, there are pennants hanging on the pink and white walls, and the praises of "Hua Tuo's Reincarnation", "Contemporary Divine Doctor" and "Wonderful Hands Rejuvenation" are written on them. Wangfu's hands exchanged itches, and his eyes searched among the mountains behind the house, but he didn't see anything.

He approached Liu Fu again, sister-in-law, is there anything you have at home that I can do me a favor? I'm just wasting my time sitting and waiting!

The catkins were knocking on the dustpan, knocking the medicine foam inside clean and falling on the drying mat, when he suddenly heard Wangfu say this behind him, so he replied happily: It's okay, but I don't need your help, you are a patient, can you help?

I say that this disease is a disease, but if it is not a disease, it is not a disease. Wangfu walked around to her to explain. Liu Fu shook his head, looked at him and said, you are a good person, I will not let you help.

Wangfu took a step back and thought: This woman has a city in her heart, is she afraid that I will be infected with germs and cause trouble? He walked to the edge of the field again, his hands behind his back, his eyes still looking at the rolling mountains behind the house. Suddenly it happened, why don't you go to the mountain to find gold stickers? As soon as Wangfu had an idea, he began to act.

He went up the hill along a crooked dirt road behind the house, sometimes looking up, sometimes listening intently, to see which peak there was a figure, and sometimes to hear the voice of a man in the forest, but he climbed a part of the mountain road and saw no figure, only birds and birds flying, and only heard the murmuring of the mountain spring.

The narrow mountain path he had walked was drowned in the jungle with his figure. He was not discouraged, continued to climb to a high place, crossed a peak, faintly heard the sound of the bell, continued to walk a mountain road, saw a temple surrounded by the halfway of the mountain at the back of the main peak, and the sound of the bell was heard more clearly.

He was lucky enough to think: What if I went to the monastery and came across a gold sticker? Wangfu quickened his pace, his hands and feet sometimes encountered thorny thorns, drawn into strips of blood, he didn't care about the pain, only a few minutes to come to the temple in front of the mountain gate, on the top of the door there are three red lacquer characters: Qinglong Temple.

There is a Song style stone carving below the door number, Wangfu stands there and carefully reads its interpretation: there is a cave nearby, there is a green dragon in the cave, whenever the villages around the mountain encounter drought, the people go up the mountain to worship the green dragon in the cave, and soon the sky will rain to relieve the drought. In this way, in order to repay the grace of the green dragon for the rain, the people contributed money and efforts to build a temple on this mountain to worship the green dragon.

Amitabha, this benefactor stands at the gate of the mountain, is it in or out? A tall monk in a robe asked.

May I ask the monk, has there been a middle-aged man digging herbs in the monastery?

No. The monk saw that his bare arms were covered with red spots, and asked him if he was looking for a middle-aged man who was digging herbs.

How do the monks know what is on my mind? Wangfu asked the monk rhetorically.

The monk said, you can't be cured of this disease, and it's useless to look for Langzhong.

So who are you looking for? Can a monk cure my illness? Wangfu asked the monk a problem.

The monk said, you try to find Langzhong first, there is no way to come to Qinglong Temple.

Why take a big turn? I don't look for Langzhong, can't I just look for a monk?

No, no! The monk turned around and entered the temple, and Wangfu also followed, pestering the monk to say something. The monk walked to the door of the main hall, turned around and said to him: The middle-aged man who dug for medicine has gone down the mountain, and you will definitely be able to find it when you return to his house.

He can't cure the disease, why do you want him to do it? Wangfu asked impatiently.

I will not be able to heal you, but you will have to heal it yourself. When the monk said this, it seemed that there was something in his words.

Wangfu felt mysterious, and said that I can cure it myself, why do I still want you to do it? The monk did not answer, but walked into the main hall to give him a back, and he thought that what the monk said was not credible, so he turned around and walked out of the mountain gate and returned to the house of Jin Tie on the other side of the mountain.

Jin Tie really replied, and was taking care of the herbs in the hall, Wangfu secretly thought: Isn't the monk a little magical? What he said still works. He walked into the hall and called Uncle Jin Tie, Jin Tie raised his head, and looked at him obliquely, Jin Tie knew him, last year his blind father suffered from typhoid fever, or Jin Tie's prescription, give some herbs decoction and cure, because the rich family is too poor, did not pay a penny of medicine, Jin Tie did not ask, the reason why he was obliged to treat his father's illness, is that the head of the village gave instructions, had to buy face.

Wangfu said, my hands are red, swollen and itchy, please give me a prescription. Jin Tie was noncommittal, still burying his head in tending to the herbs, which had just been picked from the mountains and still smelled of fresh earth.