A pungent smell woke him up.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a room, the walls were white on all sides, and the ceiling was hung with bamboo poles and pasted with white paper. The ground is also paved with green bricks, which is very clean.

When I looked at it again, I was lying on a bamboo couch. The quilts and sheets on the couch are plain white.

Whether it is the walls or the windows here, they are all the kind of pure and inactive dwellings, this kind of house Lin Yubee has never lived in before, and he has never even seen it.

However, there seems to be such a place in the TV series, which is where the nuns and Taoists live.

Could it be that this is a temple, and this room is the kind of clean room where nuns or Taoist priests live?

As he thought this, he heard the sound of boiling things not far from the bed. When he looked around, he saw an iron stove, on which was boiling a medicine pot, covered with a lid, and from time to time bursts of hot steam came out of the cracks.

The smell of medicine that filled the house turned out to come from there.

Lin Yubee remembered to take a look at what was going on, and at this time, the door opened, and a person walked in lightly from the outside.

The man was wearing a Taoist robe, his beard and eyebrows were white, and he described him as withered, and it was really impossible to tell how old he was, and it was okay to say that he was forty years old, and it was okay to say that he was a hundred years old.

He is dressed as a Taoist priest, but he doesn't look like a quiet and inactive master who recites scriptures and alchemy in a Taoist temple, on the contrary, how do you look like a subordinate, the original white Taoist robe is covered with soot and oil, not so much a Taoist robe, but a dirty work clothes.

He also tied a hemp rope around his waist, wore a kind of hemp shoes on his feet, walked slowly, and his eyes were as dark as if there were no eyeballs.

As soon as he entered, he first looked at the medicine on the stove and moved the lid to the side. Then, looking at the bamboo couch again, I found that Lin Yubee had woken up, and his long gray-white face was slightly harmonious.

"Awake?" he nodded to Lin Yubee.

"I ...... Where am I? Who are you?" Lin Yubee wanted to sit up, but as soon as he raised his body, he felt that there seemed to be ten thousand needles in his body, and the pain was incomparable.

"Little brother must not move. Lao Dao stopped there in a hurry, stepped forward and stretched out his hand to hold down Lin Yubee, and took advantage of the situation to call a pulse on his wrist, "You are in critical condition now, your pulse is completely chaotic, and if you move again, you will have to worry about your life." ”

"But what's wrong with me?"

"Here, it's Qingfeng Guan. After Lao Dao finished speaking, looking at Lin Yubee's dazed face, he knew that he had never been here, and he had never even heard of this famous person, so he sighed softly there, "It seems that the little brother must be a guest from afar." ”

"Qingfeng Temple, is it where the Taoist priest lives?"

"Yes, it's a Taoist temple?"

"Daoist temple? Hey, how did I come to a Taoist temple? Who sent me here? Tell you, I don't feel the most about any monk and Taoist priest, it's all superstition, it's all deception, it's a god and a ghost, it's scary to look at, get me out quickly, send me to the nearest hospital quickly. ”

Lin Yubee was so angry that he was anxious to get up, but his body was basically paralyzed, and the slightest movement made him faint and want to die.

"Qingfeng Temple is a thousand-year-old Taoist temple, only it is the most famous within a radius of thousands of miles, as for what superstition and deception, forgive the poor Dao, it is a thing that has never existed. It is not surprising that the little brother may have come from afar and has a lot of prejudices in his heart. ”

"You...... Who the hell are you? Are you the master of this Qingfeng Temple?"

"Of course not. A wry smile seemed to flash on Lao Dao's gray face, "Lao Dao is just a handyman in the view, collecting firewood and helping the cook cook a little coarse tea and light rice, that's all." ”

"Ah, it turned out to be a fellow man, I said what kind of food smell on this body. Lin Yubee thought to herself, and said, "Then how did I come here?"

"It was Lao Dao who went to the mountains to collect firewood, and found the little brother unconscious on the way, so he put down the firewood basket and carried the little brother back. ”

Speaking of this, the old man's face was gloomy.

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"Master, what kind of disease do I have, weishenme will be like this?"

Lin Yubee didn't ask, as soon as he asked, Lao Dao's face immediately turned gray, and he sighed there: "I can't tell, little brother, there are three forces of anger in your body now, one is the extreme yang qi, one is the extreme yin qi, and one is even more strange, it is actually an extremely poisonous qi." Every kind of anger has been put on other people's bodies, to say the least, you have died ten times or eight times, but you actually suffered three kinds of anger at the same time, and you can still live until now, it's really incomprehensible. ”

"No wonder I'm so uncomfortable. Lin Yubee thought secretly, and couldn't help but feel nervous, sweating on his forehead. He asked Lao Dao: "Master, my illness...... Can it be cured?"

Lao Dao sighed again, "Poor Dao has lived for such a long time, I can say that I have seen all the difficult diseases, and I have never seen such a disease as my little brother, let alone cure it now, I can't even figure out what kind of disease you are, so I have to use the five-flavor demon treasure fruit and the peace of mind grass to temporarily restrain the heart and prevent the rise of the fire, this is no way, it can only play a temporary role in protecting the heart and saving life." ”

"For the time being...... Master, as you can see, I'm ...... How long will I live this life?"

"How long do you live?" Lao Dao looked at Lin Yubee and shook his head miserably, "You can live for a month or two if you say it's long, but if it's short, maybe...... Maybe not live to live tomorrow morning. ”

Hearing this, it was like five thunderbolts, and Lin Yubee stayed there for a while.

Lao Dao asked him where he came from, weishenme would accumulate such three angry qi in his body, Lin Yubee was extremely confused, and his soul was out of the world, where could he concentrate on answering. I don't know what to deal with a few words, but the old Taoist listened, only a deeper sigh.

After a while, the medicine was boiled, and Lao Dao poured the soup into an earthen bowl, and then fed Lin Yubee little by little with a wooden spoon to drink.

After drinking, I felt a wave of disgust in my heart.

Lao Dao told him to rest, not to think about anything, and not to move, and then went out to work. Apparently it was almost time for dinner, and he had rushed to the large kitchen in front of him as a handyman to help light the fire.

Lin Yubee lay there, thinking that his life would not be long, and he was sad for a while, and couldn't help but shed tears.

The family revenge was not avenged, and the volunteer attempt of his life failed, so he died early, what a pity. In contrast, that week of justice, that week of Caesar, and all the corrupt officials who killed the entire Lin family, they lived with fat brains and red faces, how unfair!

It's really blind to build bridges and roads, and there are many children who kill people and set fires.

If there really is a God, where is he? weishenme can't see that good people are not rewarded, and they all end up so badly?!

I thought and cried, I don't know how long it took, and finally fell asleep again in a daze.

After waking up, Lao Dao had already returned and brought him a bowl of porridge and a plate of fried rape. He sat on the edge of the bed and fed Lin Yubee to eat it bite by bite.

After eating, he drank some medicine, and Lin Yubee fell asleep. Nothing was said all night.

After three days like this, gradually, Lin Yubee felt that although his body was full of anger and pain, his limbs seemed to have a little strength. This morning, Lao Dao went out to the mountain to collect firewood, and Lin Yubee stretched his feet to the ground little by little, panting, and finally got out of bed.

Step by step, he was beaten to the door.

When I walked into the courtyard, I realized what kind of Taoist temple it was. I saw that the front is the subjectivity of the Qingfeng view, it is located on the top of the snow peak, the view is majestic, like the heavenly palace, standing there to reflect the sun, it seems to be towering into the sky, golden and brilliant.

And the small courtyard where he lives is on the zuihou side of the Taoist temple, that is, a corner of the vegetable garden after the view. This place is really very quiet, it is quite far away from the clean room where the subjective and other Taoist priests live in front, and it is easy for no one to come to the back vegetable garden, so for so many days, no one has found Lin Yubee sleeping here.

His body was so weak, and his abdomen was aching from time to time, Lin Yubee found a bamboo stick and used it as a walking stick, and slowly walked along the fence wall of the vegetable garden step by step, towards the front.

As soon as I approached the west wall of the Taoist temple, I heard a sound behind the two-zhang high courtyard wall.

It seems to be the movement of weapons colliding.

Why is there a fight here? Lin Yubee's heart moved.