The Taoist temple of the old Taoist priest is called Baicao Temple, and there is only the old Taoist priest and his little apprentice in the temple.

The Baicao Temple is said to be a Taoist temple, but in fact it is just a house made of thatch, and the old Taoist priest said that he was a Taoist priest, but in fact he could not recite a few words of sutra at all, and lived by treating people's diseases.

The old Taoist priest had good medical skills, but he couldn't see a few patients a day, and not many people would trust the thatched house doctor.

Only those poor people whose families are really poor will send the patient to the old Taoist priest, and even if they are cured, no one thinks that the old Taoist priest's medical skills are superior.

They always thought that they were not suffering from a serious illness, and they were afraid that they could get better without treatment, and secretly regretted that they had given the old Taoist a few copper plates in vain.

......

The old Taoist priest put the monkey on the only bed in the temple, picked up the broken quilt at the foot of the bed to cover the monkey's body, he looked at the monkey's increasingly pale face, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his cloudy eyes.

The old Taoist priest looked around, then rushed into the firewood room, took out a shovel and shovel in the corner, and took another medicine and carried it behind his back.

"Master, what are you going to do?"

Yan Xiaowu followed the old Taoist priest, watching him rummage around, and suddenly felt a little flustered.

The old Taoist priest squatted down, pressed his old rough hand on Yan Xiaowu's shoulder, and told her with a solemn expression: "Xiao Wu, Master is going out later, you close the door and wait for Master to come back obediently." ”

The old Taoist priest took advantage of the gray twilight to walk out of the Baicao Temple, he was lying on his back, and his body leaned forward from time to time, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

"Master!"

Yan Xiaowu rushed out of the gate, shouting the name of the old Taoist priest, wanting him to come back.

And now the night is becoming more and more gloomy, like a pack of vicious beasts, staring at this dazed child, trying to force her back into the hut.

Soon, it began to rain outside, and the sound of dripping rain did not stop all night.

Early in the morning, Yan Xiaowu, who had not slept all night, pushed open the door and saw the old Taoist priest lying in the mud covered in blood.

"Master!"

Yan Xiaowu rushed out of the door, sat next to the old Taoist, and cried bitterly with his head up.

"Ahem~ahem!"

The old Taoist priest opened his eyes with difficulty, raised his hand and touched Yan Xiaowu's head, and forced a smile.

"Don't cry, Master didn't die, I didn't expect to be old, I walked to the door and fell, and I fainted. ”

"Really?" said Yan Xiaowu sobbing.

The old Taoist priest nodded, got up from the muddy water in a hurry, walked to the bed, glanced at the monkey on the bed, and then sat on the ground, panting heavily.

"Xiao Wu, Master is a little hungry, you go to the mountains to dig some wild vegetables, and then you will cook porridge to eat. ”

"Good!"

Yan Xiaowu listened to the words of the old Taoist priest, hurriedly picked up the medicine and ran up the mountain.

Not long after Yan Xiaowu went out, the old Taoist priest's expression changed, covered his mouth, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The old Taoist priest looked at the dark red blood in his palm, and his complexion changed.

The old Taoist priest was already very old, and he was beaten like that again last night, and he was not far from death.

"I didn't expect that the people I saved all my life would end up being beaten to death. ”

The old Taoist priest grinned with a bitter smile.

He stood up and opened a wooden box at the head of the bed, which contained a herb with three leaves.

The old Taoist priest grabbed the herb, picked one and put it in his mouth, then stuffed another piece into the monkey's mouth, crumpled the last piece, squeezed out a few drops of green juice, and dripped it on the wound on the monkey's chest.

Then, the old Taoist priest took out a dagger, looked down at his chest, and stabbed it steadily into his heart.

......

On the beam of the house, a drop of seeping water fell on the monkey's neck, and the monkey shivered and woke up.

The monkey felt that his chest was hot, as if he was pressing on something, and he was a little out of breath.

He lowered his eyes and looked over, and found an old man lying on his stomach, his face was pale, and he had just died.

The monkey pushed the old man's body to the ground with great difficulty, got up from the bed, and touched his chest, and found that it was all blood, and he did not know whether it was the old man's or his own.

"Master, I've picked a lot of wild vegetables, and I'm sure I'll be able to eat enough. ”

Yan Xiaowu ran into the temple with Yao Yu in his arms, and saw the monkey standing by the bed with blood on his hands, and the old Taoist priest lying in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open.

The medicine slammed on the ground with a "clang", and the green leaves were stained with a lot of sludge.

"Division...... Master......"

Yan Xiaowu stood in place with his eyes distracted, and kept shouting the old Taoist.

The monkey walked up to Yan Xiaowu and looked down at her.

Yan Xiaowu raised her head mechanically and looked at the monkey.

"I saved you, you killed my master. ”

"Ah~......uhh

The monkey opened its mouth to say something, but could not make a sound.

Yan Xiaowu walked into the firewood room and dragged a firewood knife out, she raised the knife and slashed at the monkey's leg.

One, two, three......

As long as the monkey doesn't stop her, she can keep chopping.

The sharp blade fell on the monkey again and again, but it did not leave half a wound.

Finally, either tired of chopping, or disheartened, Yan Xiaowu stopped, she raised her head, and looked at the monkey coldly.

"Youkai!"

There is no trace of emotion in her innocent childlike voice, and it seems to hide endless hatred and disgust.

The monkey was furious, and he raised his fist and smashed it into Yan Xiaowu's head.

In the next moment, the monkey's movements suddenly stopped, and his fist-clenched hand was withdrawn, clutching it to his heart.

The monkey's face was twisted together in pain, his eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth were pounding uncontrollably against each other, and he collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing in pain.

Suddenly, the monkey's hand reached out to Yan Xiaowu, and there was a sad look in his eyes.

My heart hurts......