The twilight is fading down, and the Sweet Water Village, where the smoke has not yet dissipated, is filled with the laughter of children running and playing.

As usual, Wang Laohan carried incense and candles and led his grandson to the sweet water well at the foot of the mountain.

Offering incense to the medicine king's grandfather next to the sweet water well every day is a habit that the old man can't move, and he never dares to delay a day.

"Good grandson, they are all protected by Grandpa Wang and Sweet Water Well, our Wang family is not sick, even the emperor is also greedy for this well of our family! When you grow up, remember to come to give medicine to Grandpa Wang every day to incense, and don't leave the black wolf general in front of him. This general has a life-saving grace for us! There are more than 1,000 members of the Wang family, but we must not forget this kindness. ”

According to the immortal family of Yaowang Temple in the town, there is aura in this well in Wangjia Village, and the water coming out of this well can relax the muscles and invigorate the blood, drive away evil spirits and avoid plague.

Therefore, this well has become a well-known sacred well, and its fame is enough to reach the heavens.

Wangjia Village was also renamed Tianshui Village, and there was an endless stream of outsiders who came to ask for divine water, and the Wang family was not stingy, as long as Grandpa Wang was given incense, he could take water at will.

In their simple cognition, this well is a treasure given by Grandpa Yaowang because of their sincere offerings, and they can't keep it for themselves privately, otherwise Grandpa Yaowang will be in trouble if he takes away the aura angrily.

Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and misfortunes and blessings are accompanied.

Half a month ago, more than a dozen rat spirits suddenly appeared out of nowhere, occupying this sweet water well with countless living people in one fell swoop.

These rats are as strong as cattle with sharp teeth and mouths, and they are far more vicious than the tigers and leopards in the mountains. Not only jumped into the well to bring disaster to the well water that the villagers relied on for survival, but also to plague the villagers and prey on the villagers everywhere.

The Wang family had no choice but to flee from the village and run to the Yaowang Temple in the town to ask for shelter, and at the same time, begged the immortals of the Yaowang Temple to take action to eliminate the harm.

In less than half a day, a black flying boat galloped in, and Wang Laohan, who showed the way, slaughtered all these demons who were the victims of the disaster, and let out a bad breath for the victimized villagers.

By the way, he used mana to clean the sweet water well, and threw a spiritual pill into the well for the villagers to recuperate.

Wang Laohan endured the fear in his heart, asked a few words about the origin of these "heavenly soldiers and generals", and got the answer he wanted: the subordinates of Marshal Hao of the Wolf Department.

As the patriarch, Wang Laohan had already received the news that Hao Dashuai led 100,000 reinforcements to break through the blockade of demon beasts from the sea and rushed to protect the people of Qi State, and he was also the propagator who informed the whole clan of this news.

Seeing that the rat spirits who were helpless in the immortal family of Yaowang Temple were strangled under the soldiers of these "heavenly soldiers and generals", this old man immediately made a decision: to offer incense to the commander of the wolf department.

Haven't seen this marshal? It doesn't matter, just let him ride a wolf!

So, a strong man riding a black wolf appeared next to the sweet water well, beside the stone statue of the grandfather of the medicine king.

Wang Laohan was very sincere, he thought that the stone statue alone was not enough to deter demons, and specially asked the immortal family of the Yaowang Temple to make a piece of armor engraved with spirit patterns for the stone statue to wear.

The generals in front of the car all wear armor, how can they make Grandpa Yaowang still a stone statue?

So, the immortals in the town helped make a set of high crowns and robes embroidered with spiritual patterns for wearing.

The strangers who came to ask for divine water to cure their illnesses saw such a different statue of the medicine king and the majestic general statue in front of the car, and after listening to the tampered story of the black wolf general, they couldn't help but start adding gods to their villages, sewing clothes and clothes......

The story of the black wolf general personally leading his troops to kill the demon and save the villagers began to be sung within a hundred miles of Tianshui Village.

When Wang Laohan walked to the sweet water well, the foreigners who were asking for divine water in the thatched hut opposite the statue of the medicine king were still discussing with relish the divine weapons used by the black wolf general.

Seeing this old man coming, a sickly yellow-faced middle-aged scribe saluted happily and said, "The patriarch has come to give medicine to Grandpa Wang and the black wolf general again? What a well-behaved baby, it's your eldest grandson!"

Hearing this person praise his eldest grandson for being well-behaved, Wang Laohan stroked his beard happily and said with a smile: "The stinky boy is a little afraid of life, so he asked him to pay more respects to Grandpa Yaowang, and then see the majesty of the black wolf general, and he will be better in the future." ”

"Juniors just heard that we have a spirit pill thrown by General Black Wolf in this well......"

"No, the black wolf general is bringing all the heavenly soldiers and generals with high mana, and it is only a thought to kill demons and destroy evils, how can we mortals afford to use the elixir he casts......?

Wang Laohan, who was still happy just now, suddenly straightened his face and glared at the mouthy sick rice seedling fiercely.

Immediately, he stopped talking to the strangers in the thatched hut, and took his grandson to put out incense and candles, and began to offer incense and offerings to the two statues in turn.

The old figure kneeling in front of the stone statue reverently trembled faintly, and whispered in his mouth: "Marshal Hao! The little old man is a little selfish, and he has taken the initiative to hide a lot of your great achievements, but those nonsense stories are not my ......."

As if the stone statue understood the incessant prayer in his mouth, suddenly the white light burst out, and even the spirit pattern black armor covered outside could not stop it, and it instantly came out of his body.

When Wang Laohan saw this scene, he hurriedly kowtowed like pounding garlic, and begged for mercy with a crying voice: "Marshal Hao! If you want to blame you, blame the little old man, it's all my dead old man's sin, and it has nothing to do with my eldest grandson......!

The milky white light shrouded the ten zhang radius in a blink of an eye, and there was a faint indescribable fragrance coming out, smelling the whole body and refreshing.

"Huh, my illness seems to be cured, you can get up and take a walk, see if you are cured?" The sick middle-aged scribe was the first to react, examining himself from head to toe, and reminding the patients in the hut by the way.

"Seems to be clear! Why don't you take two steps?"

"I can breathe in a big breath, and my chest doesn't seem to hurt anymore? ”

"Oh my god, where is my wound gone? Why is it suddenly gone? Old turtle, do you see if the wound is still there?"

"Don't talk nonsense, you see, Lao Chen can already jump. This is the Black Wolf General's manifestation!"

"Don't be in a hurry to be happy first! This is Grandpa Yaowang heard the plea of the people and specially sent General Black Wolf to treat us, and he still doesn't thank you?" The middle-aged scribe who had just turned sallow opened his mouth to guide everyone to thank Grandpa Yaowang and General Black Wolf.

Wang Laohan, who was immersed in self-blame and couldn't extricate himself, didn't seem to hear these voices, and was still kowtowing vigorously to confess his guilt, but his voice was as loud as ever.

"What's that, Patriarch Wang, Elder Wang!" the middle-aged scribe had to accentuate his tone, forcibly erected the madman-like Wang Laohan, pointed to the statue of the black wolf general and said: "You have always said that the black wolf general is a general who leads the heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals, how can he worry about us mortals because of a trivial matter?

Wang Laohan finally came back to his senses, and with the help of the middle-aged scribe, Mu Ran stretched out his right hand and touched his forehead, and found that his hands were stained with blood.

"Does it hurt when you touch it?"

"It doesn't hurt. Wang Laohan replied casually.

After finishing speaking, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Hey! Marshal Hao really didn't blame me! The injuries suffered by kowtow have all been treated by the old immortal!"