"Scutellaria, skullcap, cimicifuga, pomegranate peel six points each, pulsatilla, parasitic, angelica, non beetle, rhino horn ......"

"Wait, slow down, slow down!"

The middle-aged man was lying on the side of a truck, the tip of the pen wandering around the inferior paper, but the speed at which the doctor dictated the prescription was too fast, and he was still a little slow in comparison.

"Good. ”

Yan Xiaowu paused, and then deliberately slowed down the speed of speech so that the patient could follow.

"One tael of licorice, two taels of coptis chinensis, and two taels of mugwort leaves, mash them, boil them in six liters of water, boil three liters, and take them in three parts. ”

"Uncle, I don't have a lot of medicine here, I'm afraid I'll have to buy it myself. ”

Yan Xiaowu was slightly apologetic.

The middle-aged merchant wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with his wide sleeve, "It's okay, you can go to the next town in half a day, and then you can find a pharmacy, besides, it's not a serious illness!"

"Wrong. Yan Xiaowu shook her head, her face suddenly became serious, "Illness is disease, how big or small there is, it is ordinary typhoid fever, and it can kill people if it drags on for a long time!"

"Ahh Oh good!"

The middle-aged businessman smiled awkwardly, looked at Yan Xiaowu and asked, "By the way, where are you going?"

"I'm looking for a place, and when I find it, I'm not going to leave. ”

"You're alone, and you're a monkey?"

The middle-aged man's gaze swept over the wounds of Yan Xiaowu's eyes, and hurriedly moved away, and coincidentally faced the expressionless monkey guarding Yan Xiaowu's side, and his hairs suddenly stood up.

Yan Xiaowu said with a serious expression: "The dumb man is not a monkey, he is a human." ”

"Doctor, are you kidding? It's a monkey!"

"He's human. Yan Xiaowu's tone was firm.

The middle-aged businessman smirked, surprisingly unrefuted.

"Oh, yes? I guess I'm dazzled. ”

He got into the truck, turned his head to look at Yan Xiaowu and asked, "Do you want me to give you a ride?"

Yan Xiaowu shook her head, "No need, we don't stop by." ”

The middle-aged merchant waved the whip in his hand, whipped the horse's back, and then snorted.

"Drive!"

The lean and old horse flicked its tail and raised its hooves and walked forward, its pace heavy and sluggish, not much faster than on foot.

He didn't give money - Sun Wukong scratched in Yan Xiaowu's palm.

Yan Xiaowu said as a matter of course: "We didn't give him medicine either, did we?"

- Oh, then what are you looking for?

"A place where I can stop. ”

- Will you find it?

Yan Xiaowu grabbed Sun Wukong's hand and inadvertently increased his strength.

"I don't know. ”

- Oh.

"Alright, let's go. ”

- Oh.

......

......

In the middle of the night, an oil lamp burned slowly in the palace, and its faint candle flame flickered in the darkness.

"Quack~squeak-bang!"

The wind blew open the doors of the palace and swaggered in, extinguishing the flames.

The king rose from his bed, straightened up, and looked around vigilantly in the darkness.

He was the only one in the entire palace, no assassins, no rebels, nothing.

Wang stood beside the bed, remembering Fang Cai's own behavior, a little annoyed in his heart, he walked to the door of the dormitory, and shouted to the palace people in the distance: "Let people go and invite the national teacher to come over quickly!"

The king closed the door of the dormitory, felt the lingering darkness around him, and became inexplicably uneasy.

The next day, just after dawn, the king's national teacher appeared in front of the palace gate.

He was wearing a black robe, a golden Dao crown on his head, and a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but he looked a little stiff.

"The king has commanded me to see him. ”

The national teacher bowed to the guards and did not wait for their consent, and went straight forward.

......

The king was half lying on his throne in the middle of the main hall, his face pale and withered, and white smoke rose from the censer in front of him.

He leaned over to the censer, took a sharp breath, and slowly showed a happy look on his face.

The national teacher stepped into the hall, looked at the king and asked, "I don't know what Your Majesty ordered me to come, what is the so-called matter?"

The king opened his slightly narrowed eyes and closed the incense burner in front of the desk.

"National Teacher, you said that Lone is a tyrannical emperor?"

"Naturally not. ”

"Then why do Gu's subjects keep saying that Gu is cruel and unkind, comparable to business!"

He looked down at the national teacher below, and his eyes gradually increased the majesty and sharpness of the king.

The national teacher didn't care about the king's gaze, he replied lightly: "Your Majesty, most emperors at this time are not understood by their own subjects, but so what, you are the king, and your sage is beyond doubt!"

The king's face turned slightly cold.

"National teacher, I'm not here to tout Lonely. ”

The national teacher was puzzled: "Then who are you?"

The king stood up and said majestically: "Gu wants to be a benevolent monarch, in the eyes of his subjects, but Gu can't do it, you have to help Gu do it." ”

"Your Majesty's ......"

"National teacher, don't tell Lone that you are a useless person. ”

The king's eyes narrowed like a tiger ready to attack.

The national teacher pondered for a long time, looked up at Wang Dao, and said, "That is to say, Your Majesty, you need a benevolent heart!"