There were a lot of people standing in the courtyard of the Huang family, which reminded Fu Duoxi of the last time Rong Niang was seriously ill.

Rong Niang's cry came from the open window, accompanied by Aunt Huang's sobbing voice, "My son, how can you tell your mother to live...... The white-haired man sends the black-haired man ,......"

"What a joy to come!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw Fu Duoxi and Chen Yuan standing at the gate of the courtyard, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they automatically dodged the passage.

"Is that the fairy that Fudoki invited?"

"True Immortal!"

People pointed fingers at Chen Yuan. The crying in the house grew louder and louder.

Fu Duoxi nodded to the familiar neighbors, and his expression became even more tragic when he heard this. was afraid that the immortals would not be able to save Huang Sheng when they came, but Chen Yuan asked her to bring a bag of soil. When the bag of dirt is taken out, the neighbors are not allowed to rush in and drown her with spit......

Fu Duoxi slanted at Chen Yuan, Chen Yuan's expression was calm and the corners of his mouth were smiling, this is the meaning of confidence?

Aunt Huang wiped her tears, took out the medicine jar from the stove and handed it to Fu Duoxi, her eyes full of expectation.

Fu Duoxi specially came to deliver the medicine, and also boiled the medicine with his own hands, which made the old lady see the hope of her son's birth, and hurriedly went to the courtyard to pick up firewood, greeted everyone a few words, and hurried back to the stove to light the fire.

Fu Duoxi poured the bag of soil into the medicine jar according to Chen Yuan's teaching, added three bowls of water, watched the water and soil blend into mud, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bend down, and sat on the stove.

Fu Duoxi can live in the forbidden land of Yashan for so long, and last time he saved Rong Niang, in the eyes of Aunt Huang, Fu Duoxi is no longer an ordinary person, and he is even more convinced of Fu Duoxi's medicine.

Although she wanted to know what kind of magic medicine it was, thinking of the place where the gods were haunted, Aunt Huang didn't dare to ask, and stretched her neck from time to time to look into the medicine jar.

The people in the courtyard were already gathered around the window, watching Fu Duoxi's every move with bated breath.

Fu Duoxi stirred the mud soup with a spoon and peeked at Chen Yuan, who held the dust as steady as Mount Tai and cast a gentle look at her.

"Duoxi, it should be almost."

"Oh."

Fu Duoxi put down the wooden spoon and wrapped the handle of the medicine jar in a cloth and moved it to the cutting board.

The process of boiling the medicine was simply a physical and mental torture, and just after breathing a sigh of relief, Chen Yuan said, "You taste it." Fu Duoxi was suddenly embarrassed.

"The medicine is bitter, why don't I taste it."

Aunt Huang stood up with her hands on her knees, trying to get the spoon.

"I'll taste it." On the way here, he promised to do what Chen Yuan said, and he definitely couldn't regret it at this time.

Fu Duoxi took the wooden spoon to his mouth and blew it gently, looking at the gray-brown mud, it was really difficult to swallow.

Outside the window, everyone stared nervously at Fu Duoxi, and they all pursed their lips, as if they were helping Fu Duoxi blow cold and steaming soup.

The surroundings suddenly became very quiet, and Rong Niang's crying disappeared.

Isn't it just a spoonful of mud soup, after high temperature sterilization, it can't be bad, it's a big deal to make a stomach, so it should be used as a detoxification of the intestines.

Fu Duoxi closed his eyes and drank it all. When the muddy soup slid through my throat, I felt like I was drinking Chuanbei loquat ointment, and after swallowing it, a trace of fragrant aftertaste rose.

Fu Duoxi looked at Chen Yuan in surprise, and Chen Yuan smiled faintly and nodded.

Rong Niang held Huang Sheng's head, Aunt Huang used chopsticks to pry open Huang Sheng's mouth, and Fu Duoxi fed the mud soup into Huang Sheng's mouth one by one.

"If you can drink the medicine, you won't be able to die!"

The sister-in-law who spoke was glared at by others in disgust because her voice was too loud, and then everyone talked about what kind of medicine Fu Duoxi fed Huang Sheng, and what kind of person was the handsome young man in the golden crown and white robe, and how did the two of them match well......

Fu Duoxi used to know a demon hunter, and the demon hunter was not very well-dressed, but his face was quite handsome, and he was also a good match for Duoxi to stand with......

Are these people coming to see Huang Sheng, or are they here to pull Lang to match, women can't have male friends, as long as they see single men and women standing together, they think about whether they are worthy or not, it's really a sigh......

Fu Duoxi took a step back, "Okay, it's all drunk, let him lie down first." ”

Three bowls of water and a bag of soil were boiled into a bowl of mud soup, except for Fu Duoxi to drink a spoonful, all of which were poured into Huang Sheng's mouth.

"Okay, I don't seem to have any reaction."

Fu Duoxi lowered his voice and approached Chen Yuan. If others heard this, they would still think that she was from Mongolia, but the Huang family did not ask her to treat Huang Sheng.

"There's no hurry." Chen Yuan took out a handkerchief and handed it to Fu Duoxi, "Wipe it." Pointing to Fu Duoxi's face, the smile in his eyes was tinged with a hint of pampering.

At this time, there was a commotion in the courtyard, and Aunt Cui entered the house angrily.

At this time, everyone is polite, Aunt Cui's eyes slid over Fu Duoxi, and she immediately walked to the bedside, and the coffin that the Huang family entrusted her to buy arrived.

A lacquered nanmu coffin stopped at the gate of the courtyard, Aunt Huang stretched out her head to take a look, and suddenly felt sad, turned her head and looked at her motionless son and cried.

The little hope just now came to naught at this time, and Rong Niang also cried.

"I'll go with you." Mr. Huang followed Aunt Cui out of the door, and Aunt Cui noticed Chen Yuan beside Fu Duoxi at this time, her eyes looked up and down like a knife, and she sighed softly, "It's a Taoist priest!" ”

"How happy, how happy you are coming ......"

Fu Duoxi's heart was lifted, Huang died and died? But listening to Aunt Huang's voice, she was obviously surprised.

"Go ahead, hold his chest." Chen Yuan hugged the dust and took a few steps back to the side, as if he was worried that the snow-white robe and dust were stained by the filth in this room.

Fu Duoxi walked to the side of the bed and immediately understood the reason why Aunt Huang was surprised.

Huang Sheng's chest rose and fell, as if he was regaining his vitality. Thinking of Chen Yuan's words just now, he bent down and pressed Huang Sheng's chest, "I'll help him smooth out." ”

Fu Duoxi pressed Huang Sheng's chest a few times, and Huang Sheng sat up tengiously.

Seeing Huang Sheng's bulging mouth, it was estimated that he wanted to vomit, Fu Duoxi hurriedly called Rong Niang to bring the basin over. As soon as the basin was handed over, Huang Sheng vomited, this vomit was endless, and a basin was almost full.

Rong Niang trembled and flattened the basin vigorously, Aunt Huang brought another empty basin, and spit out seven or eight basins alternately, Huang Sheng slowly lay down, and shouted weakly to drink water......

Fu Duoxi is so godly!

Fu Duoxi and Chen Yuan walked far away, and they could still hear people's discussions.

"What kind of spell did you use to revive Huang Sheng?"

Chen Yuan smiled, "Didn't you hear, it was you who saved Huang Sheng, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

"Come less, I know it's you...... You don't want to say forget it. ”

If drinking a bowl of mud soup can bring people back to life, it is not only magical, it is a blessing for mankind. Fu Duoxi said that it didn't matter, but he wanted to learn from Chen Yuan like a cat in his heart.

After a delicious meal at noon, Chen Yuan said that Huang Sheng was poisoned. Bending down and grabbing a handful of soil, it was scattered in the sun, "I don't have the art of resurrecting the dead, the soil in your yard is amazing, if it is soil from other places, no matter how much mud soup you cook, it won't work." ”

"What's so amazing about this soil?"

Fu Duoxi looked at the fine dust sprinkled by Chen Yuan's fingertips.

(End of chapter)