Shimen Temple is the only temple in the entire Baoding Prefecture located in the city.

Today is not the first day of the new year, nor is it the fifteenth, and the mountain gate only opens two side doors.

Before the two sisters had yet to walk up the stone steps, they saw a huge sign with the words "Iron Plate God Calculation" written on it.

The two thought that they had gone to the wrong place, if it was usual, they would definitely confirm it and then go up, but today they were desperate, but they didn't have too many scruples, the two walked up the stone steps towards the sign, and then they saw that there was a person behind the iron plate god card, the person was sloppy, wearing a dirty robe, and his oily hair was tied into a bun with peach branches, unkempt, and the birds did not build a nest on it, probably because the oil was too slippery and unstable.

With this outfit and that big brand, this person's identity is obviously a fortune teller.

The fortune teller was talking to a teacher, the teacher was still young, her joy and anger were on her face, her eyes were full of disgust, and she looked like she wanted the person to leave quickly, but the fortune teller didn't leave, he smiled mischievously, and even picked the door frame with his hands, and he had to splash and roll at any time.

The young master was so entangled by him that she had no choice, and in desperation, she saw the two sisters at a glance.

Seeing that the two of them had blue noses and swollen faces, the young master was too busy and said, "Two donors, but have you encountered a difficult problem?" ”

The sisters didn't know what to say for a while, and they couldn't say that we had come to you to hang ourselves.

They are all little girls who are not deeply involved, and discerning people can see the embarrassment and embarrassment in their eyes at a glance.

The fortune teller sighed twice and said to the young teacher: "The injury on their face is injured at first glance, what else do you ask?" By the way, don't blame me for not reminding you, you go and ask if there are any female laymen who know some medical skills among the laymen you have borrowed here, and if there are, take them there, although they are laymen, but after all, they are also the status of laymen, and it is more convenient for laypeople to lay people than you monks. ”

The young master is about to annoy this fortune teller to death, and no matter how you look at it, he looks like an old liar.

Still, there is some truth to what this old liar said.

These two little girls are hurt on their faces, maybe they have encountered something unspeakable, they have been monks since they were children, and some things actually don't know much, as the old liar said, the layman is more convenient for the layman than the monk.

"That's a coincidence, we live here with a Du Jushi, she knows medical skills, the poor nun was a little unwell a few days ago, and she used the prescription given by Du Jushi, which alleviated a lot."

Hearing the young master talk about Du Jushi, a gleam flashed in the fortune teller's eyes, but unfortunately the young master did not pay attention.

The sisters looked dazed, they were here to hang themselves, why did they become doctors?

"The faces of the two girls in the poor Taoist temple are both lucky people, when they were young, they were bumpy, their brothers and six relatives were not strong, and it was good to go abroad on their own, and they had nobles to help."

The sisters are stunned, they are indeed brothers and six relatives are not powerful, but they still have good luck and noble people to help?

My sister couldn't help but want to ask more, but the fortune teller waved at them: "Go, go, cross this hurdle, your luck is ahead." ”

The young master frowned, this old liar probably wanted to set up a stall here to tell fortunes.

She hurriedly said to the sisters, "Two donors, please go in with the poor nun." ”

The sisters were a little at a loss, looked at the teacher, and then went to see the fortune teller, but saw that the fortune teller had picked up the big sign of the iron plate again, and staggered down the stone steps.

The young lady was urging again, and the sisters had to follow her into the temple.

Soon, they met the Du Jushi who knew how to heal.

Du Jushi is already a little old, but he still has a good face, and when he smiles, the corners of his eyes have deep lines, but he looks more and more kind.

She pulled her sister's wrist, and her sister subconsciously wanted to pull it back, but she didn't pull it, this Du Jushi looked weak, but he had a lot of strength.

After checking the pulse, Du Jushi already knew what was going on, and his sister was so ashamed that her face was flushed, her head hung low, and tears fell on her shoes.

Du Jushi also checked his sister's pulse, and her sister couldn't help but choke.

Du Jushi patted their hands and said softly: "It's okay, it's okay, I'll prescribe a prescription for you first, you drink the medicine first, recuperate for two days, and talk about it later." ”

Hearing this, the sisters hurriedly said: "We don't need to take medicine, don't waste medicine, we are not worth it." ”

Du Jushi sighed: "I know what you think, and I know what you want to do, because I had the same experience as you, but I was only eight years old at that time. ”

The sisters looked at her in amazement, barely believing their ears.

This well-maintained, blessed wife had the same experience as them, and she was only eight years old at the time, eight years old!

"How is that possible? You, you're not like "

Du Jushi took their hands again and said: "My father went early, my mother took me to remarry, when I was eight years old, my mother personally gave me to her brother-in-law who remarried the family, just to get two more rooms when the family was separated, I shed a lot of blood, they thought I was dead, wrapped me in a straw mat, and threw me into a mass grave."

It was also my life, the cold wind blew, I woke up, climbed to the side of the road, so I met the big boss, the big boss saved me, she took me into the building, let the grandmother in the building take care of me, I grew up in the building, and later took over the building. ”

Hearing the words "Jinghong Building", the sisters suddenly returned from the story to reality.

Although they rarely go out, they also know about Jinghong Building, because the brothers in the family often show that they have met a certain celebrity and a certain Confucian in Jinghong Building.

Similarly, they heard the news that the building had burned down.

"You are." They subconsciously looked at Du Jushi.

Du Jushi smiled: "My name is Du Hui, I used to be the big shopkeeper of Jinghong Building, but I have retired, and the current big shopkeeper is my apprentice Wen Qiu." ”

The sisters had never heard of Du Hui or Wen Qiu, but they knew about Jinghong Building.

So this Du Jushi is not a liar, and he didn't make up stories to comfort them, yes, who would be forced to settle on himself for such an embarrassing past.

My sister cried out: "Grandma Du, can my sister and I survive?" Can you? ”

She was only thirteen years old, and her sister was only fifteen, and their lives were just beginning, and none of them wanted to die if they could.

"Good boy, where is this, when you reach my age, you have experienced a lot, look back, this is just a small dangerous beach that sails thousands of miles through, maybe injured, suffered, but how many people can really be smooth sailing, most people, just like you, just like me, are from stumbling, to walking more and more steadily, but some people can't stand to leave early, while some people ride the wind and waves, all the way to the end."

The squatter room was a little cold, but Du Hui's voice was like a warm current in the severe cold, gurgling out, nourishing into the cold hearts of the sisters. (End of chapter)