Dafu Right, Dafu Zuo and Feng Yousheng obviously felt that their bodies were weak, soft, and without any strength, and since the members of the Moon God Sect left, the three of them collapsed on the ground and did not move. They have always been alive and well, but now they are so tired and tired, it is hard to believe that the three of them have really encountered something. The three of them were lying on the ground, and the strange diseases in their bodies were like thousands of insects and ants crawling in their bodies, sometimes itching, sometimes like bites, and the pain was incomparable.

Daifuku Right and Daifuku Left were in unbearable pain, lying on the ground and gasping.

Feng Yousheng sat on the ground and couldn't help but scold, the person he scolded was Huang Xiuxian, he thought that Huang Xiuxian, as the head of the sect, could not treat his sect members, so he should find a scolding.

Since the death of the mushroom master, Huang Xiuxian has not been passing through, and then inadvertently got a big bamboo plum, more like a different person, he has no intention of taking care of the affairs of the sect at all, what he says is good, but his feet are crooked, and the whole person is greedy for his personal life, eating, drinking, and having fun all day long, having nothing to do, and wandering leisurely. In the past two days, I have often held a thick scroll, but it looks like a famous and elegant bachelor, which makes people look disgusting. In the hearts of the three people on the right side of Daifuku, Huang Xiuxian is a hypocritical character.

Wang Dashi couldn't help but think of himself when he saw the appearance of the three of them, he was hit by the black needle of the old servant of the Yan family's mansion at that time, and his body was sick, and every time he had a depression, he felt that life was worse than death, but after all, he still cherished life, and it was not easy to persist until now. In this way, Wang Dashi thought, he suddenly felt that he had not had symptoms of qi trapping for a long time, pinched his fingers and calculated, since the last time he had a qi trap, he inadvertently ate a tassel-shaped root, and now it has been several months, and there have been no more symptoms. Previously, the mushroom master said that there would be symptoms of qi trapping once in half a month, this, what's going on?

"Hehe" Wang Dashi laughed happily, in fact, he couldn't be happy, he had already been judged that he could no longer learn martial arts, and his laughter was silently self-deprecating. However, he then thought about it again: "In the past few days, I always feel comfortable and strong, and my mental state seems to be much better than before. A few days ago, the three of them stepped on the ghost footprints, and the ghost shop pimples on the whole body, in fact, I walked the same path as the three of them on the right side of Daifuku, and I must have stepped on the ghost footprints, but I am very healthy and safe. Also, the last time I saw Zhang Daochang, Zhang Daochang said that I can learn martial arts skills, and he will also train and domesticate me, and he also said that my body is full of vitality! Hehe, I, where am I so good, if it is really as he said, then I must be kind and benevolent, and I have been favored by God!"

Wang Dashi thought about it......

After two days like this, the condition of the three people on the right side of Dafu still did not improve, Wang Dashi felt very uncomfortable, how he hoped to get better as soon as possible, so that he could continue to teach martial arts. On this day, Wang Dashi cooked the meal, he packed the food and brought it back to the dormitory, he felt that this could provide convenience for the three of them, so as not to aggravate their condition.

When I came to the courtyard, I pushed open the door of Daifuku's right room, and the three of them leaned on the bed and didn't sleep. Wang Dashi opened the lunch box, and the fragrant food was steaming. Dafu Right and Feng Yousheng are both masters who can eat, if it was before, they would have rushed over to grab food and drink, and at this time, the two of them did not move, obviously without the strength of the previous spirit.

Wang Dashi looked at the faces of the three people on the right side of Dafu, obviously darkened, there was no bloodshot, he realized that the three of them were not ordinary diseases, if they could not be treated in time, they might never see the three of them again, he decided to prepare to ask the three for medical advice, but he didn't know where to go for medical advice, and he didn't know who to find.

Wang Dashi couldn't help but sigh again. He was not social in his hometown, no one wanted to play with him, and he often sat in his room in a daze for a day. He has no friends, and he is not good at making friends, except for family trivialities, he lacks some knowledge of the outside world. But he couldn't watch the three of them get sick, he had to do something for the three of them, and when he mentioned finding someone to treat him, Dafuyou suddenly remembered something, and he was so frightened that his face turned blue.

Dafu shook his head right and said: "Wang Dashi, you still remember that Master Leng Mushroom also had chest pain before he died, and later, he died of depression!"

"Yes, yes!" Wang Dashi was surprised, and thought: "Yes, Master Leng Mushroom also had an inexplicable pain in his chest before he died, and this time it can be suffered, Master Leng Mushroom has not escaped such a person, the three of you ...... Alas, God bless!" He closed his eyes and made a gesture.

Daifuku snapped and shed tears: "Ouch, such a powerful character as Master Lengmushroom has died, and our lives will not last long! God, God, open your eyes, we owe everything in our lives, and we have done some lowly things, but we have never done the evil thing of killing people and setting fires!"

The Wind Wandering Monk also burst into tears at this time.

Wang Dashi was really sad when he looked at them.

Dafu said: "The strange pain in our body must be closely related to the sick child! Feng Lingzi is commonly known as half a fairy, last time he used 'ding' to identify what the child had, but he never spoke, he never said, we found him this time and forced him to say it, as long as we know the cause of the disease, we can treat the disease, this may be the best way!"

There are too many strange things, maybe you can find Feng Lingzi as Daifuku said, and there will be a way to save them. Wang Dashi was very happy to hear this, and he was willing to go with the three of them.

After eating, a few people tidied up a little and left.

The three of them were more energetic when they stood up than they were lying there, and Wang Dashi looked a little relieved.

When I came to the nearest market, I found "Half Immortal Street". On both sides of the street, there are a line of people, most of these people are not ordinary people, there are blind fortune tellers, there are gentlemen who look at the yang house and the yin land, there are people who measure words, there are divination, there are people who look at the appearance of Mai, in addition to the Langzhong people who see the doctor and sell home remedies, here has become a miscellaneous street, like the distribution center of the local school. Of course, it is difficult to distinguish between the good and the bad of the "immortals" here, some people have some tricks in their hands, and some people are fake and cheat money.

The street is very lively, and there is a constant stream of people coming and going every day, whether it is a market or a closed market. It is said that Feng Lingzi is stationed here, famous for catching ghosts and suppressing evil spirits, and Huang Xiuxian was looking for him here.

Feng Lingzi is mainly good at communicating with ghosts, mainly treating some patients who are confused or have strange diseases and collide with evil.

Wang Dashi and Dafu came to this street market, and they never saw the figure of Feng Lingzi, and they walked in front of a lame old immortal. Several people believe that all such half-immortals are strange people, with the strangeness of missing arms and legs, bull heads and horse faces, etc., and this lame old immortal is like this.

Let's say that this lame old immortal has a white silk tied on his head, and a white cloth is placed in front of him, on which is painted the gossip map of King Wen, probably a divination gentleman. He was short, with a small human face, a small nose, small eyes, small ears, and a small mouth that was always moving, as if there was something unswallowed in his mouth.

Dafuyou saw that this person felt that he had some real skills, and opened his mouth to ask: "Hey, may I ask this old immortal, you look so funny, like a half-immortal thing that has been struck down by lightning! Come, come and test a hexagram for a few of us, and see how long we can live......"

"You're the old immortal, hmph, no wonder I stepped on shit as soon as I went out this morning, you can't live for three days!"

Hearing this, Wang Dashi looked at this person carefully, his beard was drooping, his face was dark, although he was ugly, he couldn't see a little wrinkled skin and white hair, and he was only thirty years old at most.

Wang Dashi felt that the tone of the beginning of Dafuyou's tone was really bad, and hurriedly compensated this lame old immortal, so that he could break down in detail why a few people could only live for three days.

Dafu Zuo pulled Wang Dashi: "Dashi, you don't have to talk to him so well, he is talking nonsense!"

"You're talking nonsense!" the lame old immortal replied.

The wind wandering monk was anxious, and he snorted, and said: "Mother's hippie, look at you, it's like a fucking monkey with a long cow's belly, and you're still bullish, calling you an old immortal is lifting you! Don't be a fucking hippie, don't toast and don't eat, you want to eat hairy urine! If you don't know how to lift again, break your other dog's leg!"

The old immortal was also anxious, and pouted his crooked face: "Who said that I am old, who is the old immortal? I have only grown up for a short time, you call me an old immortal, why do you see 'old'? You shout like a fairy and an old monster, you are old!"

There were a lot of people here, and they heard the scolding, and there were many people gathered, among whom there were people talking about this lame old immortal, saying that he had just turned three years old this year, and that three years ago a thunder came from the sky, and they all said that it was something that fell from the sky and was not easy to mess with.

Wang Dashi heard the discussion, and felt that the lame immortal was a master and could not be offended, so he persuaded Dafu to leave and not make trouble here.

Dafu snorted and ignored Wang Dashi, as if he wanted to teach this three-year-old lame man who fell from the sky a lesson.

In fact, in this half-immortal street, everyone has a story, and the story claims their own extraordinary experience, whether it fell from the sky or thunder, and even boasted that they jumped out of the stone, or that the gods were born with a flat brain...... However, most people believe it, because some demi-immortals do have some tricks that can relieve disasters for people, which is also in line with people's psychological dependence, so the flow of people in Demi-Immortal Street is intertwined and has been prosperous for a long time.

Seeing that this crippled man who was known as a three-year-old man from the sky dared to make a mistake, he scolded him again: "His mother is a hippie, hehe, and he said that it came from the sky, I see that your crooked waist and face were squeezed by the bull when you were born, and your fucking hippie said that it fell from the sky!

The three-year-old lame heard it angry and anxious, and came with his fingers, what did he want to say, but Daifuku didn't give him a chance, and started scattered martial arts, and hit it with one move, making him fall two heels in a row.

Daifuku pointed to the left and scolded: "You stepped on dog shit this morning, just take the shit luck, if you don't let you suffer a little, it will be difficult to follow the will of God!"

The three-year-old got up from the ground with a lame, carried the bench, limped away, and didn't stop his mouth when he walked: "Hmph, hum, I curse you, let you walk tired to death, choke to death when eating, diarrhea and diarrhea to death......" looks obscene and funny.

Daifuku rushed forward, ready to slap him in the mouth again. The three-year-old was so lame that he tripped in fright, rolled several laps, got up and ran away, causing the crowd to laugh.

"Who, who, the half-immortal street is full of immortals, who dares to make trouble here?" a bald and fat man walked over, he held a goose feather fan, a wisp of beard, and a mole grew in the middle of the person, and his expression looked majestic.

Wang Dashi looked at him and felt that he was like Huang Xiuxian, giving people a feeling of being strong on the outside and doing something in the middle, swaggering and hypocritical.

The demi-immortal wanderers in the street all shrank back when they saw him, apparently looking at him with the head of their horses.

The bald big fat man folded the goose feather fan behind his back and said loudly: "I am the high demigod who manages the Demixian Street, who is making trouble here?"

Da Fu You felt that this high demigod was also like Huang Xiuxian, he was uncomfortable when he came to see Huang Xiuxian, so he rushed out angrily: "It's really unlucky, are you a high demigod?" Hehe, then you don't take care of your demigods, and you actually talk to us, isn't he looking for a draw?"

Gao Demishen looked at Dafu's right and clenched his fists: "Dare to ask who you are and where do you come from?"

The Wind Wandering Monk rushed over at this time, and he held his breath: "He's a hippie, where did you say we came from?"

The high demigod was stunned when he heard this, and quickly became polite: "Hey, where, where is it, there is a disappointment, what do you need, I'll do it immediately?"

When the demi-immortals beside him heard these polite words from the high demigods, they felt that the people on the right side of Dafu were not simple, and they all shrunk their minds.

Wang Dashi didn't know what was going on, why did the Wind Wandering Monk have such an aura and scare the crowd.

It turned out that the high demigod just asked where the wind wandering monk came from, and the wind wandering monk deliberately held his mouth and spoke a northern dialect, which is the area of the Forbidden City, the high demigod is more like a character in the officialdom, and when he heard it, he understood that how dare people from the capital slack off.

Daifuku asked, "Can you know Feng Lingzi?"

The high demigod nodded again and again, and said, "Yes, of course I know! If there is anything wrong, I should be trained, I should be trained!"

"Well, then, why don't you see others?" Daifuku continued to ask.

"Huh, don't you know?"

"We are busy every day, where can we ask you about this?" the Wind Wandering Monk still held back his northern tone.

Gao Demishen said: "Feng Lingzi is dead, he hasn't come here for several days, just now, the one you ran away just now is Feng Lingzi's younger brother Feng Lingxiao!

Hearing that Feng Lingzi was dead, several people were surprised, thinking that the high demigod was deceiving people, and they believed it when they recalled the white silk tied to Feng Lingxiao's head.

"Hmph, that lame three, said that he was Feng Lingzi's younger brother? Didn't he say that he was only three years old and fell from the sky?"

The high demigod hurriedly clenched his fists: "Where, where, my demi-immortals and great gods here have a fictitious name!

Daifuku right got face, and he was very happy.

"Hey, you are all great gods, all half-immortals, how can you say that if you die, you will die!" asked the Wind Wandering Monk.

"Two days ago, I heard from his younger brother that Feng Lingzi went to treat the sick, but he didn't succeed in treating the sick, and he died when he returned home!" Gao Demishen said, shaking his head: "It's not easy to do this business! I heard that some people have to solve the 'push back plan', predicting that the country is unstable, the country is in turmoil, and strange things have repeatedly appeared in the world...... It's no wonder that these demi-immortals and demigods can't hold the demons!"

"How weird are the troubled times?" asked Wang Dashi anxiously.

"Yes, it's such a legend, it can't be verified, it can't be verified, it can't be verified!"

"Do you know how Feng Lingzi died!" Wang Dashi asked in surprise.

"We don't know about this, we can't inquire too much, if we listen to something we shouldn't hear, and provoke the anger of the gods and ghosts, it's going to be entangled, and there are rules!

"Aren't you a demigod, a demigod can't do it, you demigod can do it?" asked the Wind Wandering Monk angrily.

The high demigod smiled hypocritically and nodded: "Where, where, eat at the corner of the street, where dare to lie in front of a few people."

Feng Yousheng then scolded: "It's all fucking liars, they can cheat better than me!"

"Huh?" the high demigod didn't seem to understand.

"Ahh

The high demigod held his breath and didn't speak again.