The funeral of the mushroom lasted for three days, the nearby villagers, and even people from far away knew the death of the mushroom, and they all rushed to the local faction, some burned paper for the mushroom master, and some incense for the mushroom master, in this way to mourn and feel the mushroom master, they think that the mushroom master rescues the common people, and will become a god after death, and is incense for the mushroom god who has not met for a thousand years. The crowd was one after another, and there was an endless stream of people, until the body of the mushroom master was buried, and the number of people who burned the paper incense still did not decrease.

According to the will, Wong Tai Sin, known as a monk of cultivating immortals, inherited the position of the head of the local sect, united the disciples, and strengthened the local sect. In order to express his condolences to the mushroom master, Wong Tai Sin decided to give several people a half-year holiday, and each of them gave some silver taels to go home to visit relatives.

The two brothers of Dafu Right and Dongfang Mubai both returned to the village, only Wang Dashi did not go back, and brought the saved coil to his father Wang Lichang.

Wang Dashi did not learn martial arts and skills, nor did he make money, if he went back to be known by Wang Lichang, he must have made his old man worry and sad, in addition, Wang Dashi was scolded several times by the mushroom master's staff, and there were many scars on his body, plus he was pierced into the dantian by the old servant's black needle, and the wisps produced qi depression, and he could not overwork, the way home was far away, and his body bones could not withstand the toss, so he had no intention of going home, but he did not choose to stay in the teaching, because the outside world was too exciting, he wanted to take a walk and see at will, and increase his own experience. This is a time when you can play unfettered and play to your heart's content.

After the death of Leng Mushroom, Ouyang Ziyun broke off her relatives, and she who had long wanted to go back will also leave the local sect in the near future, leaving only Wong Tai Sin in the sect.

After leaving, Wang Dashi specially came to the grave of the mushroom master and kowtowed to the mushroom master to show filial piety and admiration.

At this moment, Wang Dashi stood up in front of the grave and said: "Master Lengmushroom, your teachings will be used by the apprentice for life, and I dare not forget it in this life. One day, if I have the ability, I will definitely carry forward the local school and inherit the mastery you have been taught!"

After speaking, a cool breeze blew, and the fallen leaves were swaying, as if it was the response of the mushroom master Jiuquanxia.

Wang Dashi looked at the tomb, abandoned his thoughts, and turned to leave.

The departure of Master Lengmushroom made him less harsh and more energetic, but from the bottom of his heart, it seemed that something was missing and could not be made up. There is no lesson, no reprimand, no admonition, but I feel uncomfortable,

In the blink of an eye, after five or six days, the external injuries on Wang Dashi's body were basically healed, and there were still a lot of bruises and scars.

This morning, Wang Dashi walked out of the courtyard, looked at the blue sky, the distance was gloomy, relaxed, sighed, and said silently: "Go out for a walk, breathe through the fresh air, wake up the stunned eyes, can always cultivate the mood, refreshing!"

In this way, Wang Dashi walked out of the sect.

The nearby scenery is not as good as the Qingyu Mountains, but it is more expansive, the plains in the distance, the flowers and trees are full of furrows, the rice ears are fragrant, the villages in the extreme are vaguely hidden behind the scattered mountains, and the white clouds in the sky are beautiful and magnificent, and the beauty is infinite......

Wang Dashi's heart was rippling when he saw it, and he suddenly became proud in his chest, took a big step, shouted, and ran away.

This is the village outside the radius of Qingyu Mountain, the back of the village is the broad Songliang River, after the Songliang River is the market, there is a place of trading, buying and selling, the traffic is busy, very lively. It is also a place that Wang Dashi has longed for for a long time, and he wants to go there to see, play, see the market, and get in touch with people and the world.

After passing through the village, we came to the Songliang River. Wang Dashi looked and looked into the distance, and looked and looked, and saw that the river went straight to the north and south, and the turbulence was endless, and there was indeed not a ferry boat on the river, and there must be a bridge nearby, so he walked to the south of the narrowing bridge deck.

After walking a long way, a branch separates the turbulent river, the flowing water swirls, circles a whirlpool, the upstream water speed slows down a lot, and then go forward, the river gradually calms down, and after a short walk, the river surface will be still, and there is no trace of waves.

The surface of the still flowing river is very beautiful, the water surface is covered with lotus leaves, some have withered, and you can't see its enchanting and pink makeup.

The lotus canopy stretches out straight, the middle is straight and the outside is straight, not vines or branches, hiding the fruit of the subtle and pure heart.

The breeze is blowing, the lotus is fragrant, and occasionally one or two pink-faced lotus flowers are seen. The sky is blue, the river is quiet, and it is a quiet and elegant world.

On top of this wonderful picture, a bent pontoon bridge, with ancient charm, connects the two sides of the river, which makes people happy.

Wang Dashi stopped, admired it to his heart's content, and suddenly felt that the dantian three inches below his navel was uncomfortable, and gradually, a faint pain became up, and his chest fluttered abnormally, making him pant in a hurry. Since the old servant of the Yan family mansion pierced the black needle in his dantian, he has been uncomfortable, this has been attacked many times, and this time the pain is terrible, Wang Dashi once heard the mushroom master say that this is a symptom of qi degassing, and it appears once in about half a month.

In the human body, Jin, essence, blood, qi, and spirit promote each other, and all of them are indispensable. There is no balance of qi in the body, and if the qi is deficient, the internal organs will be trapped, and the blood will not be able to push the blood, and the blood will be painful. According to this theory, Wang Dashi is facing the depletion of essence and blood, and the disease of not being able to breathe induces qi will continue for a long time, and it will produce old age, and the internal organs will fall into the chamber and die. At this moment, he thought about it, it must have been because he had exerted too much force just now, and his internal organs had no gas to support him, and the gas was too violently depleted.

Wang Dashi endured intense pain, clenched his teeth, and sweat broke out on his head. He had experience with this kind of pain, and knew that the pain would pass after a while, so he endured it for a while.

When the pain stopped, the dantian area began to sink, and the stomach rang non-stop, and I was very hungry and wanted to eat.

At the end of the day, I was in a hurry, and I didn't know where it was. He never drank a sip of water, ate a mouthful of anything, or had any dry food on him from morning to hour, so he had to endure and endure. After a long time, the pain and sag disappeared, Wang Dashi wiped the sticky sweat on his face, moved to the river, and took a sip of water. The water of the river is sweet, and it is very comfortable to drink in the stomach.

The pain was unbearable for him, and he rolled on the ground several times, leaving his body and face covered in mud. He took water again and washed his face, and suddenly, his face hurt, and when he touched it, he actually touched the poisonous scar on his face.

With mud and slag on his face, Wang Dashi rinsed his face with two more strokes of water, and there was a pain between his eyebrows and next to his cheeks several times in a row, as if it was a thorn. He thought that the weeds in the water had pierced his face, and when he looked at the water carefully, the water was fresh, and he could even see the stones under the water, where were there any aquatic weeds or thorns, and when he saw five or six small black things floating on the water, he found that it was the large and small scars on his face, which were washed down and swept with the water lines.

"It must have been the scars on my face that healed, and I felt a slight pain when the skin was washed down by the water. ”

"No wonder, no wonder!" Wang Dashi got up from the ground, squatted on the bank, rinsed a few more times, washed off all the poisonous sores on his face, waited for the river to calm down, and shone against the water, and all the poisonous sores and scars on his face were gone. He was happy and excited, stood up, tied his hair, and dressed up, and the reflection in the water was a heroic young man, burly and majestic, tall and heroic, and he couldn't help but increase his confidence.

"Ahh......h

Wang Dashi thought about it, and then missed the mushroom master.

Since childhood, Wang Dashi brought poisonous sores from the mother's womb, and was picked up and raised by Wang Lichang after being abandoned, and when he grew up, Wang Lichang found Lang Zhong to treat him, some said that the kidney yin was deficient in fire, and the liver was hyperactive; some Lang Zhong was diagnosed with burning stomach yin, and the heart and lungs were on fire; some said that the liver and kidney were damp and hot, and the external poison invaded, and he had eaten Coptis chinensis, skullcap, gentian grass and dampness Zhu Ling, winter melon skin and external Tantric monks, Snake skin and other medicines have not seen good results, because these poisonous sores grow on Wang Dashi's face, which makes Wang Dashi very ugly, and because of this, the introverted Wang Dashi has an inferiority complex, and he does not dare to get close to others, and he does not dare to look at people squarely, so that he can't marry a daughter-in-law...... And now the poisonous sores are better, and the good ones are unexpected. Wang Dashi thought about it again and again, and finally understood that it was the mushroom master who covered his face with unburned incense ashes, and when he was burned, he still felt that the mushroom master was vicious, and he would not be punished by such vicious means if he did something wrong. Wang Dashi thinks about it now, and feels that the mushroom master is really painstaking, seeing that his face is clean, and the poisonous scabies of nearly 20 years has been cured, he sighs and is happy.

The incense powder is not burned out, the high temperature can kill the poison, eliminate the poisonous insects; the dry incense powder, can moisten, absorb the drug, this is a good medicine to eliminate scabies, no wonder the folk legend incense ash can cure the disease, this is also a small home remedies, Wang Dashi silently wrote down.

I remembered that the mushroom master treated himself but didn't say anything, and he still had a grudge in his heart at the beginning, which was really regretful. Wang Dashi's heart was difficult to calm down, and he thought: "Master Lengshi, the apprentice never thought that his poisonous scabies could be cured, it was your old man who let me see the appearance of a miracle, in this regard, the apprentice will never believe that he can't learn martial arts, and the apprentice will definitely promote your martial arts and skills, so as to comfort your soul in the sky, soothe your intentions, and soothe your guilt!"

Thinking about it, Wang Dashi is still immersed in the joy of his own creation, he is very comfortable at the moment, he turned his back up, looked at the blue sky, and said: "God, I know your painstaking efforts;

At this time, Wang Dashi had recovered to his original state, but he felt extremely hungry, and this hunger was particularly strong. Wang Dashi moved the path of two lotus leaves, and reluctantly filled the belly with lotus seeds, at this time, only to hear the sound of "squeak-", on the wicker on the shore, a cicada fell, and was falling on the lotus leaf, the cicada ran out of life, and finally ended his life with a scream and scream. Why does this cicada scream at the moment before it dies? There must be some souvenir, or at the moment before death, it struggles to carry out a resolute struggle against aging and dying, like a spring silkworm, like a candle, like the sun, dedicating itself to leaving beauty to the world......

This cicada is really respectful, so the heavens favor it very much, let its corpse fall on the green and fragrant lotus leaves, and become an embellishment of the beautiful picture scroll composed of green mountains, clear water, ancient bridges, and weeping willows.

Wang Dashi thought too much, and he was in a state of flux, at this time he told himself that he must fight, his life should be like this cicada, and he would not forget to make the final struggle with fate until the last moment.

The breeze gently blew, and the waves rippled again, wisps and waves, chasing the endless river. Wang Dashi looked into the distance, he was shocked by what he saw and heard today, and it will be unforgettable in his life. The disappearance of poisonous scabies on his face convinced him that miracles could happen to him. In addition, he felt that God was attached to the hard-hearted people, and the cicada screamed with all its might, so that he could perceive the preciousness of life, and his dreams and pursuits should never stop.

Wang Dashi thought, he thought a lot, and turned the pages in his mind about the humiliation he had suffered, the hardships he had suffered, sometimes he wondered, he didn't know when his suffering would eventually subside, he didn't know what he would do in the future, what to do, since the death of the mushroom master, he vowed to follow in the footsteps of the mushroom master, but the reality always seemed to deviate from his thoughts. He was in a very good mood today, it seemed to be the most comfortable day of his life, but when he thought of this, he was deeply immersed in it......

The sky gradually faded, and the more Wang Dashi thought about it, the more worried he became, and he simply stopped thinking about it, and had faith and comfort in his heart: God will be attached to the hard-hearted!

He picked up a stone from the ground and threw it into the river, popping and rippling, spreading in a circle. When he turned around and walked, a person came on the bridge, this person was very strange, with a thin body, carrying a satchel, wearing a right shoe on his left foot, and a shoe on his left foot on his right foot, and the clothes on his body were dark ancient silver, looking like a thin monk's dress, what was even more unimaginable was that this person was wearing a cloth hat, and half of his head and eyes were tightly covered, and he was probably a blind man who was afraid of being ridiculed for seeing his deflated eyes, so he did it. He touched the railing of the bridge and paced a little bit.

Wang Dashi was very familiar with such a figure, and he always felt that he had seen it before, but he couldn't think of who it was for a while.