A few days later, Li Sanbai had arrived in Niushou Town with no face. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

It was the height of summer, and although it was still morning, the sun was already very bright, and dappled sunlight appeared on the distant mountains and trees.

On both sides of the official road outside Niushou Town, there are clusters of yellow and white wildflowers, these wildflowers have just been exposed to the morning dew, and then by the morning sun, they suddenly stretch their petals and bloom brilliantly.

Li Sanbai and Wuyan walked on the official road, and saw a clearing outside Niushou Town from a distance, at this time, there was an old man weaving a wooden table in the open space, followed by a little girl about ten years old, and there were more than 100 people waiting in line in front of the table.

"Huh, what are those people doing?"

Li Sanbai was puzzled, so he went over with Wuyan, and saw a bag of herbs on the old man's table, and a pile of herbs on the ground next to him.

The more than 100 people queuing up at the table were all shrouded in a layer of dark or shallow black gas, their expressions were sluggish, and their spirits were sluggish.

These people looked at the old man's gaze like a drowning man saw the last straw.

The old man looked upright, and from time to time he checked the pulse of these people, and selected herbs, and when they got the herbs, they often looked relieved, saluted the old man gratefully, and then left in a hurry.

"Could it be that this old man is the Su Su Divine Doctor, and what happened here?"

Li Sanbai thought in his heart, so he arched his hand to a middle-aged man beside him: "This big brother, may I ask what is wrong with you? But there is a plague in the town?"

With a trace of anxiety on his face, the man was probing slightly to see how many people were still in front of him, and when he heard Li Sanbai asking him, he turned his head and looked at Li Sanbai twice, and said after a while: "Little brother, we are all poisoned, aren't you from our town?"

Li Sanbai shook his head: "No." ”

The man nodded and said, "Then it's no wonder. ”

"Six days ago, there was a heavy fog in the western mountains, and the mist contained miasma, and some firefighters from the town went up the mountain to cut wood, and entered the fog, and never came out again. ”

Then a west wind blew in the sky and blew the mist into the town, and everyone was caught off guard, and many of them were poisoned. In these six days, more than 50,000 people in the town generally fell under this miasma. ”

After hearing this, Li Sanbai was taken aback: "What is that fog, it is so powerful?"

The man shook his head: "Then I don't know, I heard that it was a big demon in the depths of Taihe Mountain, and some people said that it was a magic circle laid by people of the evil way, but no one knows how it is." ”

Li Sanbai slightly suppressed the surprise in his heart, and said, "Then who is this old gentleman? I see that you all seem to trust him very much, can he cure this miasma?"

The man smiled slightly: "Where in this world is there a disease that Mr. Su can't solve?"

"Mr. Su has lived in our Niushou Town for more than ten years, and he has always been a medicine to cure the disease, as long as he is there, this miasma will definitely be cured. ”

Li Sanbai said: "Oh, it's so magical? This Mr. Su is the Su Slow Su Divine Doctor?"

"Exactly, did you come to our Niushou Town to find Mr. Su for treatment?"

"Hmm. ”

Li Sanbai nodded, and the man smiled: "Mr. Su has a good hand and kindness, and he has always been hesitant to treat us ordinary people, but for people like you who come from afar to seek medical treatment, you need to do one thing for him." ”

Li Sanbai said: "I've also heard about this, thank you brother Tai for telling me this." ”

"You're welcome. ”

Li Sanbai arched his hand to the man, then walked to the side with Wuyan, looked up to the west, and saw that in a mountain forest, there was a layer of black mist like a veil, curling smoke, and the sunlight shone on the black fog, and it was filtered out of wisps of red, which turned with the swaying of the mist, magnificent and colorful.

When Li Sanbai saw this black mist, he intuitively felt that it was very toxic, and thought that Su Shu could even relieve such a miasma, and his medical skills were more and more extraordinary, so he thought: "I don't know if this Mr. Su can restore his cultivation for Wuyan." ”

With this thought in his heart, he walked to the back of the line with Wuyan and lined up.

After arranging for tea in this way, more than 50 people had already taken the herbs and left, but the line did not shorten at all, and a steady stream of people from Niushou Town came to the back of the line.

Many of those who took the herbs and left looked like they were living a difficult life and could not afford to pay for their medical bills. To these people, Su Xuan only nodded slightly, whether they symbolically lost a little scattered silver, or simply couldn't afford to pay the money, he didn't care, and diagnosed and selected medicines for them without discrimination, and instructed them one by one.

After a while, when Li Sanbai was waiting a little impatiently, he suddenly heard a crisp sound of "jingling" from the direction of Niushou Town, so he looked up and saw a fat monk wearing a tattered robe, holding a black iron Zen staff in his right hand, and holding an iron chain as thick as an arm in his left hand, and was walking towards everyone.

"What is this monk doing with a chain?"

Li Sanbai looked at the ground in confusion and was taken aback.

On the other side of the chain, there was a beggar in tattered clothes and unkempt hair.

The beggar was unclothed, barefoot, covered with scars, and his face was covered with mud, but under his weed-like unkempt hair, and between the muddy crevices, he could vaguely see that his original appearance was extremely delicate, and if it was washed a little, it could also make many young girls gaze.

The monk's steps were extremely fast, and the beggar couldn't keep up with the speed behind him, and fell from time to time, but he didn't care, so he dragged it like a dead dog, and made a sound of "zizi" rubbing the ground on the ground, so that the beggar's face and body were scraped by the sand and stones on the ground Many new wounds.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The fat monk strode forward, walked in front of Su Zhuan, looked at Su Zhuan for a moment with a pair of big eyes like copper bells, knocked the Zen staff in his hand to the ground, made a loud noise, and said in an urn voice: "Old man, are you Su Zhuan?"

Su Huanzheng was checking the pulse of an old woman, and when the old woman saw the monk in such a fierce state, she was frightened, her body trembled, and she almost ran away, but Su Huan grabbed her pulse and couldn't break away.

Su Zhuanjing prepared the medicine for the old woman, and instructed her to decoction on time, the old woman responded with a trembling voice, and then ran away, Su Zhuan turned his head to look at the monk, and said lightly: "The old man is Su Zhuan, is there anything Your Excellency is looking for me?"