Soon after the beginning of winter, the north wind howled, and on this day, snowflakes suddenly fell on the mountain. Jushan was playing outside with a cold wind, some fever, suddenly coughed non-stop, the more he coughed, the more violent it became, and he coughed up blood again, and he was choked and fainted.

Nagarjuna was in a hurry and took him to the famous doctor Jaina for healing. The Jain had no choice but to use the Snow Lotus Life Renewal Pill to water him and take it, sighing, "If you send it again next time, you don't have to come to me."

"He took the first pill three years ago, but he took the second pill three months ago, and now he has taken the third pill...... I don't want to refute the old master's face, but this medicine is extremely difficult to prepare, and I have to leave two pills for my children. It is not easy for this child to live to the age of nine, and I am afraid that the next episode will not be long......"

Nagarjuna left ten taels of silver, hugged the giant mountain and returned to the mountain, his heart was gloomy: although Jain did not say it explicitly, he also understood that although Jain's words were ugly, the truth was also reasonable, and the so-called words were not rough. It is not easy to configure the life-saving medicine that people have secret, and I don't want to waste it on the dying body of the giant mountain.

However, in the temple, because of the lack of these ten taels of silver, the food standard has dropped a lot, and the monks complain a lot.

After another ten days or so, when the mountain was getting better, Nagarjuna asked him what he wanted to do, or even hinted at anything. Jushan is usually trapped in the mountains, and has always envied the prosperity of the Acropolis at the foot of the mountain, so he wants to go to the city with Nagarjuna to play.

They ate and drank all the way, and bought those uncommon gadgets, small giant mountains but there was something to ask for, and the stingy Nagarjuna was unusual, and it was really a hundred requests. Jushan tried to buy a snow leopard from an Orion, and Nagarjuna gritted his teeth and agreed, but the leopard was released by him.

Before I knew it, the sun had sunk, and the thin little face of the giant mountain was full of crimson, which was the excitement and happiness that I had not seen for a long time. Nagarjuna knew that he had just recovered from his illness and was tired, and he was afraid that he would be happy and sad, so he pulled him back. Although Jushan was reluctant, his body was weak and he was already a little flustered and short of breath, so he had to follow the master back to the mountain.

Turning two deserted street corners in front of me, I saw many people surrounding an old man from Middle-earth.

"The old man is really tired, let's look at the last one today, which one is the most sick, I'll show which one is the same, how about it?" The old man said. Dozens of people gathered around him, competing to say that they were terminally ill.

Nagarjuna saw a rag hanging on the bamboo pole behind the old man's back, with five words written on it: You don't need money to see a doctor. He was quite disapproving: In these years, the doctors who collect money may not be able to cure diseases, and those who don't need money must be here to practice, right? What's more, who doesn't love money in this red dust?

Let's just say that in the Dalong Temple, many of his monks may not be able to escape the shackles of mundane things - naturally they are inevitably suffering from money, and why not themselves? Although he asked for money, he just wanted to buy medicine for the convenience of Jushan's medical treatment. The so-called world suffers, and most of them are just suffering for money!

Jushan was not interested in this old man, but he saw a huge gourd hanging in the air behind him, the spout was slightly tilted towards the sky, five or six feet above the ground, helpless, extremely strange.

Jushan has practiced yoga kung fu for many years, "gecko swimming" has been a small success, naughty, jumping, then sucking the gourd shell with his palm, like a gecko, climbed up. He climbed to the mouth of the gourd, and looked inside: it was like a warm pavilion, with all the bedding and daily necessities, and outside the scrolls, a strong smell of herbs came to his face, and there were countless jars and jars of all kinds.

Jushan was about to turn over and play in, when he crossed hands, he accidentally knocked over a small jar next to the spout, and a huge white silkworm rolled out of it, perched on the back of his hand. At this time, his strength was a little weak, and he barely held the mouth of the gourd with one hand, and was about to prop up his body and jump in. Suddenly, his eyes went dark, he fainted, and his body fell straight down......

The old man didn't look back, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, grabbed the back of the giant mountain and smiled: "Whose little cub is this, what are you doing climbing my gourd?" Don't spoil my elixir! The old man turned the mountain over, and saw that the child's eyes were closed, his face was pale, and he had fainted.

He took advantage of the situation to clasp the pulse of the giant mountain and put it flat on the consultation table, only to see that the child was sick and depressed, and it had already filled the internal organs, so he immediately withdrew his smile and said solemnly: "Why is it so sick, but your parents don't take you to be treated?" ”

The old man waved his hand at the sick people around him and said, "You all disperse, the last patient is this kid!" He was the most ill. When they saw him say this, they dispersed in a huff.

Seeing that the old man had no malicious intent, Nagarjuna hurriedly said, "Don't misunderstand. Why don't you give him a medical treatment? The famous doctors of Tianzhu have visited all over the world, and they have eaten a basket of snow lotus, ginseng, cordyceps, Ganoderma lucidum, Cistanche, rhodiola rosea, dodder seed, and epimedium weed, but they can't be cured! ”

The old man frowned slightly, nodded slightly while calling his pulse, and said, "Oh——, mmmm, it's really powerful, it's hard for me to endure such a cold, it's rare that this kid can still support it." You can't eat those medicines indiscriminately, this child is congenitally full and solid, although he has a big loss the day after tomorrow, it is not good to make up for it with tonics. ”

"Amitabha, the donor is polite! The poor monk's name is Nagarjuna, and he is the host of the Dalong Temple in Yunyu Mountain outside the city. Don't dare to ask for the name of the Taoist brother! Nagarjuna saw that this old man had a kind face and an extraordinary bearing, and gave a deep salute.

Hu Gong's brows furrowed even tighter, his hands kept changing alternately, but his hands did not leave his pulse, and he slowly replied: "Do you recognize our Middle Earth Dao Gate?" It's not easy in this foreign land. In the past, the common name of the poor road was called Shi Cun, and the road number hung the pot, because of the big gourd on the head, the rivers and lakes also called me the pot gong.

"I once practiced medicine in Runan and other places in China, and then encountered troubled times, seeing that hunger was everywhere, and there was no medicine stone to save me, I was disheartened, and went down the Yellow River, and that day I accidentally got drunk and drunk, and floated on the sea with a gourd, and unexpectedly drifted here. I saw that there were many poor patients here, and they had no money for treatment, and there were also some kind people among them, who made a vow to cure a hundred people without taking a penny. This kid happens to be the hundredth, but he's sick ......."

"Alas, he has been suffering from this illness for many years, and the famous doctors in Tianzhu are helpless." Nagarjuna Road.

Hu Gong also sighed: "This child must have suffered from extreme cold when he was a child, and he was greatly frightened, and his heart was greatly damaged, and the cold and poisonous evil qi went straight into the internal organs...... Fortunately, his endowment is extremely high, which can be supported by hardship. If the other children might have died at that time, how could they endure such a cold evil? It's a great thing to live to this day! ”

After speaking, the pot man took out a white pill from his sleeve, put it into the giant mountain pass, took a bottle of potion from the big gourd that emitted the smell of wine, and poured it into it. The pill melted away in an instant, and after a while, the little giant mountain woke up slowly. Jushan held down one hand to check the pulse, remembering the white silkworm that climbed into his hand, and wanted to take it out to play, but the white silkworm disappeared when he raised his hand, and only a thumb-sized pale yellow cocoon remained in his hand.

Nagarjuna listened to what the pot said, and couldn't help but admire the five bodies to the ground, he hadn't said a word about the cause and condition, and people had already speculated that eight or nine were not far from ten, and a trace of hope couldn't help but rise in his heart: This person has a fairy wind and bones, or can he be cured by thaumaturgy? Even if the cure is not good, it would be good to let the giant mountain live a few more days, not to mention that the doctors of Middle-earth will naturally be more sure of the people of Middle-earth.

"Brother Dao, now only Jain's Snow Lotus Life Renewal Pill can save him from coughing up blood and cold, but it is also a temporary salvation and cannot be eradicated. What's more, Jaiva saw that his life was not ...... I don't want to give him medicine anymore. Nagarjuna was excited for a while, sad for a while, and quietly leaned in his ear to tell the giant mountain what happened to the Hugong.

"That's right, don't say that next year's spring rolls are this year's moon cakes, and I'm afraid this kid will ...... too" Hu Gong glanced at Nagarjuna and slowly shook his head. Nagarjuna immediately realized that it was difficult for this old man to say in front of the giant mountain, which means: Don't say that you will live until the beginning of spring next year, even if you can pass the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, it is difficult to say.

Nagarjuna's back to the giant mountain, grabbed the pot man's arms fiercely, and brought it to his ear, and whispered with tears in his eyes: "This child has a miserable background, he has no parents since he was a child, and he has been raised by the old monk so far, and he has suffered a lot and has little happiness. If the divine doctor can use a little skill, even if he lives for an extra year and a half, he can taste a trace of the sweetness of the world, and the old monk will be satisfied! ”

Hu Gong nodded silently, took out another red pill from his sleeve, and sent it into the giant mountain pass. At this time, the night gradually fell, and he threw the tables and chairs in front of him into the gourd on his head, and went up the mountain with Nagarjuna.

In the following month, the pot man did his best, and with the help of countless rare medicinal materials hidden by Nagarjuna, he made three pills. On this day, the pot said goodbye: "I'm really ashamed, what I have learned in my life still can't cure this child."

"These three longevity pills may be able to help this child live for one more year, and then ...... Ordinary doctors don't need to waste their efforts in vain, if there is a famous doctor who is not in the world, you can try again, you ask for more blessings, the blessing of longevity is immeasurable, and the poor road is goodbye! ”

Nagarjuna took out the last forty taels of silver in the merit box in the temple as a thank-you gift, and the pot floated away. After Jushan took the first pill, his appetite was great, and it was really getting better and better day by day, and Nagarjuna felt a little relieved.

When those friends came to see him, they saw that he still had mutton to eat, and their hearts were even more indignant.