The place where Lao Langzhong lives is called Baicaotang, and there are only Lao Langzhong and his little apprentices in the cottage.

It's called a thatched cottage, but it's really a thatched house. Lao Langzhong also makes a living by treating people on weekdays.

Lao Langzhong's medical skills are very good, but he can't see a few patients a day, and not many people will trust the doctor in the thatched house.

Only those poor people whose families are really poor will send the patient to Lao Langzhong, and even if they are cured, they never think that Lao Langzhong'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 Lao Lang a few copper plates for nothing.

It's just that they occasionally wonder when the Baicao Hall at the foot of the mountain came and when Lao Langzhong came.

They couldn't remember, and their ancestors didn't remember it. It seems to have always been, and it seems to have never existed.

That doesn't affect them much, though. So, no one wastes time digging deeper.

The only thing I remember clearly is that Yan Xiaowu, the little apprentice of Lao Lang, used to be an orphan in the village, and later studied medicine with Lao Lang.

......

Lao Langzhong put the monkey on the only bed in the thatched hall, and picked up the torn quilt at the foot of the bed to cover the monkey's body.

Probed the monkey's heartbeatless chest, its body was cold, but it breathed evenly.

It was only during the time he returned to the cottage from the mountains that the wounds on the monkey's body had almost healed on their own.

Lao Langzhong was stunned, he had never seen such physical fitness a few times in his life.

Looking at the monkey's appearance, it shouldn't take long for him to wake up.

Lao Langzhong looked around, then walked into the firewood room, took out a shovel and shovel in the corner, and took a medicine basket and carried it behind his back.

"Master, what are you going to do?"

Yan Xiaowu followed behind Lao Langzhong, watching him look around, and suddenly felt a little flustered.

Lao Langzhong squatted down, pressed Yan Xiaowu's shoulder with a rough and old hand, and said with a solemn expression: "Xiao Wu, Master is going out later, you close the door and wait for Master to come back at home." ”

Lao Langzhong took advantage of the gray twilight to walk out of the Baicaotang, 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 courtyard gate, shouting at Lao Langzhong, wanting him to come back.

The night was getting darker and darker, like a pack of ferocious beasts, staring at the dazed child and forcing her back into the thatched hut.

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

......

It's night.

In the village below the mountain.

A wet figure staggered into a small Taoist temple. On the shrine, a faint candle flame dances, and it will not take long to burn out and extinguish.

On the desk.

Two plates of fresh fruit are on display, and in the middle is a plate of shiny roast chicken.

That's for godliness.

At the front, there is a pot of incense ash altar. The incense ash inside was piled to the brim, and there were a few freshly burned incense sticks stuck on it, and it was obvious that there had been people worshipping here.

In the era when demons are rampant, how can there be mortals who do not worship God and seek refuge from God.

Lao Langzhong looked up.

The above is enshrined in the Nine Heavens Demon Patriarch, who is an immortal with an extremely perverse temper, extremely heavy murderous nature, extremely cruel means, extremely hateful to demons, extremely unsociable among the immortals, but extremely respected in the mortal world.

People rely on cloth, and Buddhas rely on gold, but the statues of the gods enshrined are only made of mud, and even the clothes are smeared with paint.

It looks like it's a patchwork, a bit demonic.

It's not that the villagers of the small village deliberately blaspheme the gods, but they really don't have much wealth, and burning two pillars of incense every day is already their greatest piety.

Lao Langzhong took off the wet clothes on his body, wrung out the water, thought about it and put the wet clothes back on his body.

He coughed and came to the desk.

Glancing at the statue of the Nine Heavens Demon Ancestor, there was no awe on his face, and he even said in a big way: "Brother, borrow your place and use it." ”

He twisted two sticks of incense that were neatly arranged in the cabinet under the desk, bit his index finger, and carefully smeared the blood on the sticks.

At the edge of the desk, he found the fire fold, but found that the fire fold had been wet by the rainwater leaking from the roof.

He hurried towards the lone candle flame next to him.

It happened that a cold wind poured into the view.

The candle flame struggled twice and went out.

When Lao Langzhong approached, he found that even if there was no wind, the candle flame would still be extinguished, because the oil was exhausted.

He took the wet fire fold and was stunned for a while, before returning to the desk in despair, putting the fire fold down, and inserting two blood-smeared incense sticks into the incense ash.

"Disciple, this is a cocoon that binds himself. ”

He was full of wry smiles, he lost his mana, and he couldn't even think of lighting a fire.

"Master, this is fate, this is the fate of the disciple......"

"Disciples are not filial......"

In the bleak ruined temple, he whispered in a low voice at night.

"Woo Woo ......"

In the rainy night, a dog barked suddenly.

A black dog rushed into the small Taoist temple and yelled at the old man.

Probably, he was worried that Lao Langzhong would steal the roast chicken on the desk.

That thing, it has been coveting for a long time, and it doesn't dare to do it.

Once, it stole an offering, only to be found out and almost became an offering itself.

Since then, it has a long memory.

If the offerings are stolen and eaten, you may have to take the blame yourself.

Thinking so, the vicious dog barked more and more fiercely.

Gradually, some people shouted and cursed, and some people braved the night rain to grope their way this way.

Tell me about it.

......

Early morning.

Yan Xiaowu, who had not slept all night, pushed open the courtyard door and saw a body of dirty blood lying in the mud of the old man.

"Master!"

Yan Xiaowu rushed out of the door, sat next to Lao Langzhong, tilted his head, and cried sadly.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Lao Langzhong opened his eyes with difficulty, raised his head 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 man nodded, got up from the muddy water, walked to the bed, looked 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 Lao Langzhong's words, hurriedly picked up the medicine basket, and ran up the mountain.

Not long after Yan Xiaowu went out, Lao Langzhong's expression changed, covered his mouth, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Lao Langzhong looked at the dark red blood in his hand, and his face changed.

He was already 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 man grinned and smiled bitterly.

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

He went to the room again to find a dagger that was shining, and when he returned to the bed, the old man grabbed the herb, picked a piece and put it in his mouth.

He took another slice and put it into the monkey's mouth, but found that the monkey had opened his eyes at some point and was looking at him calmly.

"You're awake. ”

The old man stopped what he was doing.

"I remember you. ”

The monkey said suddenly.

"Huh?"

The old man looked at the monkey suspiciously.

"The first time you entered the Sanxing Cave, you were sitting in the third position on the left side of the Mingxin Palace. "The monkey remembers it clearly

"If you don't say it, I almost forgot. You are, I'll calculate, the monkey that Ah Zi brought back to the Sanxing Cave fifteen years ago to apprentice?"

"Fifteen years ago?" the monkey was stunned. He clearly remembered that it had been almost one hundred and twenty years since he had learned the art of Sanxingdong.

Could it be that this old man is confused?

"No, you should be at the bottom of the West Sea now, with Dinghai Shenzhen, right?"

Lao Langzhong's eyes suddenly widened: "Are you also from the future?"

"Future?" the monkey was even more confused.

"Hahaha......"

Lao Langzhong suddenly laughed so much that tears fell: "Master, you see, I gave up my cultivation and hid it a hundred years ago, and my 'calamity' followed. ”

The monkey looked at the old man holding a herb leaf in one hand and a dagger in the other, laughing madly, and the monkey said vigilantly: "What are you going to do?"

"Save you. ”

The old man wiped away his muddy tears, and suddenly quickly stuffed the leaf into the monkey's mouth.

The leaves melt in the mouth and flow into the monkeys as wisps of medicinal liquid.

The monkey's eyes widened.

Slowly, unwillingly, it closed.

He was paralyzed and unconscious.

Lieutenant Lang tore off the last leaf, crushed it in the palm of his hand, squeezed out a few drops of green juice, and dripped it on the monkey's heart.

Then, Lao Langzhong raised the dagger, looked down at his chest, and stabbed it steadily into his heart.