After successfully finding Dr. Guo to understand the situation, Mingshuang immediately went up the mountain and took care of Luo Qian with Dongfang.

In early August, the weather was getting cooler, and they could not feel the torment of the people who had worked hard under the scorching sun and the scorching sky on the fields.

The harvest season may also be a time when there is no harvest.

Luo Gan has lived in the bedroom for a long time to nourish his body, and he has lost a lot of weight and has become much whiter.

Mingshuang teased: "Others can only hide the fat on their stomachs by exercising their waists, and you can achieve it while lying down." ”

In the mid-autumn moon, the dew is condensed and white.

Luo Gan would insist on pacing back and forth in the yard every day, and as the amount of exercise increased little by little, the weakness of his body finally dissipated.

He began to help them with chores, but sometimes he was still weak and dizzy.

Mingshuang would make him food to replenish his qi and blood every day, and contracted all the rough and heavy work.

Sometimes, Luo Gan would suspect that she was a woman who had survived a difficult birth.

The seven-day period came as scheduled, and the two sent Luo Gan, who was still a little weak, to the appointment.

The old Taoist emphasized that Luo Gan should go alone, and the two of them stayed in the small pavilion outside the chrysanthemum bush and waited.

Luo Gan went over there, and the figure gradually disappeared from their sight.

To Luo Gan's surprise, there was a young man in a green shirt standing on the edge of the Cuizhu Garden to lead Luo Gan.

Not far away was what the East called a small courtyard of a farmhouse, and this disciple told him that the master was waiting for him in another place.

Luo Gan was vigilant, and when he saw the big lock on the door of the small courtyard of the farmhouse, he didn't say anything anymore and left directly with his disciples.

The disciple who led the way was timid, and refused to say a word to Luo Gan.

So they went up the mountain, along a mountain road that was neither long nor short.

One part of the road is accompanied by dead grass and bluestones, and the next part of the col is lined with maple trees that are red in February.

In this season, the days are long and the years are like years, and the withering glory blooms together.

And the wild chrysanthemum on the edge of the ridge just silently watched the world, silently transcending all things. Do not stain the dust, do not break the frost, and do not flatter the power.

Go around to the back of the main peak, follow the sheep intestine path, and then pass through a small forest, and you will arrive at the cultivation place of the old Taoist.

In that place, there were old trees propped up in front of the earthen wall, and the soil of the garden enclosed by the fence was still moist, and under the trees lay hoes, barrels, and other things.

The little disciple probed the open wooden door and said, "It's here." Then he said goodbye to Luo Gan and left in a hurry.

Luo Gan stood in front of the house and looked at the movement in the courtyard, it was deserted, and he was still depressed in his heart, and this disciple was in a hurry and didn't help him call the door.

Standing on the small meeting, the sun seemed to be scorching. He couldn't help but raise his hand to cover it, and suddenly there was a sound of chopping vegetables in his ears, and the tempting aroma of food reached the tip of his nose.

There was a bang behind him, and his body couldn't help but flutter into the courtyard. The kitchen was in the southwest corner, and I didn't even notice that there were a few people working there.

Stopping in front of the kitchen door, I saw a few Tsing Yi boys burning fires, cutting vegetables, stir-frying vegetables, and so on.

He wondered if he wanted to bother others with their work.

At this time, when I was thinking about how to find the old Taoist, I heard an old voice sounding behind me: "The guest is from the north of the mountain, and he is sitting and talking to Sangma." ”

Turning around, he saw a gray-haired old man standing behind him at some point, which frightened him, and said with embarrassment: "It's bothering the seniors, the juniors ......."

This veteran man has a square face, and there is always a smile on his face.

Ignoring Luo Gan's nervous expression, he turned around and entered the main room, and glanced back at the young man who was staying where he was, and the young man followed.

When Luo Gan chased into the house a few steps, he noticed that the old Taoist was still holding a broom in his hand, and it turned out that he was still busy sweeping the floor.

"Seniors, let the juniors come. ”

The old Taoist smiled and gave him the broom, but he couldn't lift it in his hand for some reason. He used his hands to lift the broom, but it felt like it was glued to the ground, and he couldn't lift it at all.

The old Taoist on the side was still silently watching, Luo Gan smiled and wanted to squat down to check if there was any adhesion, but his body was empty, the broom had disappeared out of thin air, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Young man, what's your name?" asked him, the old Taoist who was sitting cross-legged on the futon.

Luo Gan stood up and found that there was also an extra futon in front of him, so he also sat down and answered the old Taoist's question: "The younger generation's surname is Luo, and his name is Qian." ”

"Can you take the words?"

Luo Gan hung his head, "Junior...... "He is just a poor boy, how can he have any name."

The old man sitting on his beard stroked thoughtfully, "There will be." These words seemed to be comforting Luo Gan, and Luo Gan thanked him respectfully, but did not take it to heart.

The old Taoist chatted with him again, and waited until the boys in Tsing Yi came in with the food, and then they kept silent and began to eat quietly.

The meal was so uneasy that he didn't dare to ask more.

According to the East, it was the medicine bottle given to him by the old Taoist.

The seven pills in it are all miraculous medicines, and with the tonic soup they boiled by Mingshuang, Luo Gan went from not being able to get out of bed at the beginning to climbing the mountain without wheezing in a short period of time - he was quite tired when he first arrived outside the courtyard gate, and he felt fluttering as soon as he entered the house, which was very relaxing.

When I met me today, he always had a heart of awe and was cautious in his words and deeds.

A bowl of rice was eaten cleanly, and at this time he was sweating a lot in his palms.

The old Taoist returned to his original place and sat up upright, and said in a deep voice: "There is a Heart Sutra at the door, take it; As for whether you can get the whole one, it depends on your fate. ”

Luo Gan was in a trance and planned to say goodbye to the old Taoist and leave.

I inadvertently found that this room was nothing more than a table for eating, two meditating futons, and a broom leaning against the door - that is, the broom that suddenly disappeared in front of Luo Gan's eyes, came back.

He walked out of the courtyard gate, looked up and saw the blue sky and white sun, which was a flash in front of him, and then he opened his eyes, and what greeted him was low grass.

How could he fall to the ground!

There was a hairy dog walking from the old tree, it stared at Luo Gan, wagged its tail and walked to the courtyard gate to lie down. It tilted its head in one direction again, and Luo Gan followed it to see that it was a burning brazier, and what was burning in it seemed to be a scroll.

Luo Gan hurriedly got up and snatched the scroll out of the brazier and extinguished the flames. This book burned about seventy-seven, eighty-eight, and Luo Gan couldn't cry or laugh when he read it.

But he still put the Heart Sutra in his pocket. Looking back, the gate was closed, and it was quiet everywhere.

Now it's time to go back, Luo Gan somewhat understands why the little disciple before is in a hurry.

Isn't that how weird it is here?

What's even more strange is that the flower dog seemed to read his thoughts, and got up with his tail wagging to lead the way for Luo Gan.

The road was still in ignorance, until he returned to the chrysanthemum bush and found the two people in the pavilion, he suddenly came to his senses.

He was about to let the little flower dog go, when he found that the dog had disappeared more than once.

"Luo Gan!" Mingshuang was waving at him, "How's it going?"

"Are you still waiting for me?" Luo Gan walked over and sat down, as if a long time had passed in the old Taoist's house, "I ate a meal there, aren't you hungry for such a long time?"

"Eat?" Dongfang said, "Then you eat quite quickly." ”

"For a long time?" said even Mingshuang, "I only talked to Dongfang for a while, and then I saw you come down." I wonder if you haven't found it, isn't the old man at home?"

"Of course, have you seen a dog?"

"Nope. They all shook their heads.

Although Luo Gan was confused by the events of this day, after returning from here, he found that he was no longer as weak as before, and he could even be said to be walking like a fly.

Since Luo Gan had fully recovered, they went directly to Dr. Guo's house.

Doctor Guo wanted to keep them for dinner, but Mingshuang was anxious to bring Luo Qian back to Qixia.

"Why rush this time......

Luo Gan said to Doctor Guo: "The junior has been bothering for so long, I'm really embarrassed to continue to trouble." ”

Dongfang said that it was Dr. Guo who saved him last time, and Luo Gan was really embarrassed to bother Dr. Guo again.

Because he had no money in his pocket, he didn't even dare to enter the door.

Fortunately, Mingshuang prepared a little thing for Dr. Guo. It's not money, it's some medical books that belong exclusively to the Su medical sect.

For Dr. Guo, this is more precious than money.