Yunmeng Mountain. Guanwang Temple.

On a snowy winter night, this young man named Chen Huaji was huddled in the wind-leaking Zhong Pavilion shivering. In front of him is Li Wencheng, the big villain in Yuan Zhen's mouth. Under the dirty and shabby quilt, Li Wencheng did not have a trace of life, looking like a dead man.

I don't know if it's cold or the poisoning is deeper, and my left hand is becoming more and more numb. This made Chen Huahe, who was already unable to sleep due to the cold, even more uneasy, every once in a while, he had to reach out to probe the snort of the old-timers, and when he saw that his breath was still there, his heart was a little calm, so he leaned on the pillar of the bell pavilion and hugged his legs tightly and closed his eyes to rest.

In this way, the aging and difficulty were taken to the east to reveal the white of the fish's belly, and the snow in the sky seemed to have stopped. In a daze, there was a crazy cry in my ears: "What to do, what to do!" Eat, eat ......" I opened my eyes and saw that the crazy and stupid man yesterday was holding a black steamed bun in his hand, grinning at Chen Hua and smirking, "Hehe, eat!"

"Crazy uncle, thank you!" Chen Huaji got up and took the steamed bun gratefully and said seriously. But this dry black steamed bun really made it difficult for Chen Huahe, since the death of his parents, he has been begging on the streets, what kind of hardship has he not eaten? This kind of steamed bun is like a delicacy to him. But the old-timers were poisoned too deeply, and they were lying here like a gossamer, not to mention eating, I was afraid that it would be difficult to breathe. Chen Huahe squatted down, put the steamed bun on Li Wencheng's mouth, shook his body and said, "Senior, senior, you can eat something." ”

"God is absent...... This person's poisonous gas has entered the five internal organs, two souls are missing from the three souls, and six souls are lost from the seven souls, you can save this steamed bun and eat it yourself!"

Chen Hua looked up, only to see Yuan Zhen quietly appear by the Zhong Pavilion at some point. Between the words, his expression seemed to be smiling, as if on the one hand, he was slightly surprised by the strange and violent toxicity of the silkworm sumire, and on the other hand, he was slightly happy to see Li Wencheng's life soon. "This Dao chief doesn't seem to be a bad person, but why is he so hard-hearted?" Chen Huaji meditated in his heart.

"Boy, you must be thinking about what kind of grudge I have with this wicked man, why don't I save him when I die?" Yuan Zhen Zhengse said, "Have you ever heard of the Bagua Sect?"

Chen Huahe shook his head blankly. Obviously, the things on the rivers and lakes are still too far away for this young boy named Hanako.

"This Bagua Sect is the largest cult in the Central Plains, and there are tens of thousands of people from all walks of life in the sect. According to the distribution of 'Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui' in the Bagua, among them, the three branches of 'Kan, Zhen, and Li' are the most developed. In the sect, Wenzong and Wuzong are divided, and Wuzong exercises boxing and swords, each of which is extraordinary; Wenzong's luck practice, the practice of magic is strange, and many decent good hands are killed. The various factions of the Bagua Sect usually go their own way, but when they encounter a strong enemy, they advance and retreat together, and in the past few decades, the masters of all walks of life have encircled and suppressed several times, and they have all suffered heavy casualties and returned in vain. When I heard about the reputation of the Bagua Sect on the rivers and lakes, I was terrified. Yuan Zhen said this, and his fingers were full of cyan poisonous lines and Li Wencheng, who was unconscious, and said, "This great wicked man is Li Wencheng, the yin envoy of the 'Dongfang Zhen Palace'! Although he has no direct grudge against me, his heart is ruthless and does all kinds of evil, and the great monk Ming'an of Kurong Temple died at his hands! This wicked man is already punished by everyone, you say, how can I save him?"

Hearing Yuanzhen's words, although Chen Huaji didn't understand the affairs of the rivers and lakes, he already understood the reason a little in his heart, and asked: "May I ask what sect the chief is?

Yuan Zhen laughed and said: "I was originally a Xiangyang Zhenwu Taoist person, and my kung fu is not very skillful, and the method of making sencha and boiling medicine and opening the altar will still be so little! This yin is the king, and he will be left to his own devices. ”

Chen Huahe was originally born in a scholarly family, since he was a child, under the education of his parents and private school teachers, he knew the text and read the scriptures, and then after the war between the White Lotus Sect and the Qing court, his parents died, and he had to wander abroad for several years. Hearing Yuanzhen's words, Chen Huaji said: "Practicing martial arts and swords, it's not my wish, it's nothing." It's just that I promised my predecessor to send him to Great Black Mountain. Entrusted by people, loyal to people. The predecessor was able to give me three steamed buns, which shows that even if he was really a wicked person, there should still be a trace of kindness in his heart. Please ask the Taoist to rescue the seniors!"

Yuan Zhen looked at Chen Huaji, who was still childish but had a restrained light in his eyes, and snorted in his nose: "The kid is stubborn and stupid! The wicked will always be the wicked, you save the frozen poisonous snake, and when it wakes up, it will bite you in the first bite......"

Chen Huaji secretly thought in his heart: "It seems that the Taoist chief is iron-hearted and does not save his predecessors. I was poisoned because I was contaminated with the poisonous blood of my predecessors, so the antidote should be the same. I'll leave it alone, the method that the Taoist chief used to me, I will draw a gourd for the seniors in the same way, and I will divide half of the medicine that the Taoist chief gave me, even if the two of them are slower, they can save his life after all. ”

Thinking of this, Chen Huaji thanked Yuanzhen: "The grace of saving his life, Huaji will definitely repay it in the future!" This old man is already dying, and he also asks the Taoist to allow him to sleep in the pavilion, provide him with food and drink, and life and death depend on his creation!"

Yuan Zhen saw that he was old, stubborn, and earnest, so he had to sigh and agree. took the hot porridge from the temple, and the index finger volleyed Li Wencheng's cheeks and the two points of the spine, Li Wencheng's originally locked teeth suddenly opened, and Chen Hua squatted down to carefully feed the porridge into the mouth of his seniors. And Li Wencheng is still unconscious, and his personnel are unknown.

Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor and Lao Tzu's "Huang Lao Technique" has been passed down in this land for thousands of years. And the Taoist medical method came from Huang Lao's technique.

Yuan Zhen sat on the ground in the temple, and put his three fingers on the aging and veins. Strange pulse! The pulse between the muscles and muscles is sometimes rapid and slow, three or five are not in harmony, and then they are repeated, like birds pecking at food.

"Poisonous gas attacks the internal organs, caused by decay. A few days later, you will be like the Yin Envoy Li Wencheng, I am afraid it will be difficult to return to the sky!" Yuan Zhen looked at Chen Hua and his left hand covered with blue threads and said slowly, "Roll up the cuffs of your hands and feet, and I will apply needles for you." ”

Aged and rolled up the arms and sleeves and legs, and sat upright on the ground. Yuan Zhen took the silver needle in his Quchi acupoint and the three yin to apply the needle, and in a moment, Chen Hua and only felt a burst of sweetness in his throat, and vomited black blood on the ground with a "wow" sound, and passed out.

I don't know how long it took, but Aging and Yoyo woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw Mu Rentian's huge head with unkempt hair staring at him about three inches from Chen Hua. "What are you doing! What are you doing!" Mu Rentian saw Chen Hua and opened his eyes, and excitedly spread his arms and ran all over the ground.

"Crazy Uncle ......" Chen Hua struggled to do it, his voice slightly hoarse.

"What are you doing, what are you doing!" Mu Rentian heard Chen Hua and the call, and rushed back excitedly, stretching out his thick arm and slapping him on the back. Chen Hua and his body were weak, how could he withstand such a light and heavy slap from Mu Rentian, who was on the back of a tiger, and his eyes suddenly turned black, and he didn't fall down because he was strong and strong.

"Lao Mu!" Yuan Zhen shouted angrily, "People are not poisoned, be careful to be slapped to death by your palm!"