"Are there any gods in the world who are unfaithful, unfilial, benevolent and unjust!"

"The gods are loyal, filial, benevolent and righteous, and they are raising you loyal ministers, filial sons, benevolent people and righteous men! Every one of them dreamed of being a god, but in the end they are just beasts like pigs and dogs!"

"Bold and crazy people, after all, they are unrepentant and have been killed!"

The skeletal head rolled across the bloody bluestone street. Sedum hunched over the alleyway and saw a group of prisoners wearing shackles staggering under the eaves of the Drum Tower. The night was very clear, and the stars were as clear as frost. At the entrance of the alley, Directly opposite, the red lantern under the guise of Yong'an Dang's door illuminated the fluttering candlelight, highlighting the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked face of the shopkeeper Zhao Wenchang, which really shocked him.

Shopkeeper Zhao stood at the door and saw Jingtian at a glance.

"You brat, where have you gone? I wonder when it opens? Are you going to watch beheadings again? I can tell you, those who are beheaded are not good people. Don't get too close or blood will be spattered on your face. If you put it on, you can’t wash it off.”

"Go back to the shopkeeper, I'm sick."

"You're a lazy donkey who makes a lot of shit and urinates. Come in quickly. A batch of goods just arrived this evening. You can keep an eye on me."

Jingtian leaned over and stared at the broken and dusty swords on the table, "They are all imitations. Shopkeeper, please don't believe the nonsense those people say in the future. There are so many old objects from before the calamity circulating, they have all been sacrificed in the temple." Collected."

"Forget it, go ahead and help." Shopkeeper Zhao said unhappy.

"Shopkeeper, is this month's salary..."

"Hey, I haven't calculated your lost wages yet. Why are you asking for money from me? Just wait two more days!"

Jingtian bowed his head to the lobby and sat behind the counter. There was an endless stream of customers coming to pawn goods. There were more than a dozen clerks in this shop, and he was the most capable. He did the business clearly and always made money for the shopkeeper and the owner. .

There are all kinds of people who come to pawn goods, including down-and-out young men selling wealth, poor people selling their children, beggars selling crickets, Taoist monks selling sesame oil. Some people are frowning, some are bowing their heads, and there are also rogues who are barbaric and violent. He was going to beat someone. Jingtian huddled behind the counter and let them cry and beg, yell and scold, and he always looked like it had nothing to do with him. Most of the customers, assistants and shopkeepers in the pawn shop were used to it, and no one took a second look. .Sometimes, if your fate is bad and you encounter a vicious person, it is also common for you to draw a knife and hurt someone.

Tonight passed peacefully, the moon rose and it was day, and it was time for the shop to take a rest. Sedum was the first to leave, and the prisoners wearing shackles on the street had disappeared. He quickly returned to his ancestral home, sister. Nightshade sat up from the couch, smiled at him, and then started coughing again.

Jingtian took out a piece of calico bundle from his arms and untied it at the bedside. Wrapped inside was a steamed bun dipped in medicine. It was red and still hot after being left out all night. "Eat it, your illness will be cured."

"Brother, there's no blood on you, right?"

Jingtian nodded and looked at the moonlight in front of the door, like water, and it was a cold day again.

"Brother, you better eat it. I'm afraid Xiaokui has to leave. No matter how much medicine I take, it won't save her life. Why don't I give you a steamed bun, which is also very good."

"I'm not sick, I don't need to take medicine."

"This evening, my brother went to work. Has shopkeeper Zhao paid off his wages? There are only four copper coins left in the family."

"That thief wants to break one copper plate into two. How can he settle the bill with me if he wants money?" Jingtian said coldly, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Brother, if you endure it a little longer, Xiaokui will be gone, and you won't be living such a miserable life by then."

"Why should I suffer? It's better than being a libertine on the street who never did any good deeds during his lifetime and was full of empty talk about righteousness. Before drinking a glass of wine, he cursed the gods twice and was beheaded. In this world, except for the gods, there have never been happy people. You If you take the medicine, you will still suffer in this world. If you don't take it, you will enter the underworld early and suffer the same punishment."

Nightshade held up the steamed bun dipped in medicine, like holding a red hot coal. The dazzling light danced in front of her pale cheeks and black lips, getting fainter little by little, and finally completely disappeared deep in her throat. Place, fell into the stomach pouch, just like lighting a candle, a pale orange firefly came out from her belly.

Jingtian was still sitting on the threshold, looking at the desolate street scene in the daytime. Several day wanderers were traveling together, with shackles and chains wrapped around their hands, followed by several prisoners, who were staggering along the roadside, as if He was drunk a lot and walked westward from the east side of the street. Seeing them coming, Jingtian went back to his house, closed the door, and sat by the window again, opening a small crack and looking out.

After taking the medicine, Nightshade curled up on the bed and slept for a while, half awake.

Sedum still seemed dead, sitting by the window, staring at the unchanged street scene.

When the moon went down, Nightshade's cough didn't get better.

Her cough was as hoarse as a gong with pits, and she suppressed it again, making her shiver from the dullness.

"Brother, I'm dreaming."

There were already pedestrians and vendors on the street. Jingtian stood up and prepared to go out. He didn't turn around after hearing this, "What were you dreaming about?"

"I dreamed about my past life. I was a divine sword from before the calamity, waiting for you in the world for a thousand years."

He said nothing and pushed the door open. On the street, people from Tangjiabao were looking for doctors again. Jingtian touched the empty sash and finally came closer.

"Do you know medical skills?"

"I'm afraid I'm the only one in Yuzhou who doesn't come to see a doctor."

Tangjiabao has been looking for a doctor for a long time. At first, he searched for the sage in the apricot forest, but to no avail. Then he sought help from a charlatan, but to no avail. Then he sought a stranger from the street, but to no avail, so anyone could come to see a doctor. Regardless of success or failure, there was always a reward, so the city The people here regard this job as a good business to make extra money. Children ranging from eighty to five years old dare to call themselves miracle doctors, but it can only be done once. If they can't treat the disease well, they will be rejected if they go again.

Jingtian was probably the last person in Yuzhou City who did not treat Miss Tang.

When he entered Tangjiabao, the owner didn't even give him a cup of tea, but let the servant lead him to Miss Tang's boudoir.

"I heard that your lady has been ill for a long time and has been bedridden for many years. I have troubled Lord Tang Bao to seek medical advice." Jingtian said good things, but he himself planned to put on a show, collect the money and leave.

The boy was used to seeing such scoundrels, so he laughed twice and didn't talk much.

Jingtian asked for help, and when he got outside the boudoir door, the boy counted ten big ones from the bag, changed his hand and stuffed three more coins back, put the remaining seven coins under Jingtian's nose, and shouted: "No! "This is considered the medical fee.

None of the workers in the pawn shop were used to seeing people in the market, and Jingtian wasn't easy to get rid of either. He glared ungrudgingly, reached out and took the money first, then turned around and pushed open the door to enter the house.

"Hey! What are you doing? You took the money and you didn't leave?!" As expected, the boy immediately became anxious.

"What money? This doctor is here to see a doctor. He didn't even see the patient. How can he get money?"

"Give me back those seven big coins!"

"What are those seven big coins?"

"The medical fee!"

"I haven't been to the clinic yet, why are you paying for the consultation? This money was obviously given to me as a favor by the host. Don't worry, I have a good hand and a kind heart. I will definitely help your young lady to see a doctor." Jingtian was so troublesome that he asked the little girl

The servant was speechless, and now he plucked up the courage and stepped into Miss Tang's boudoir.

The cold fragrance lingered in the room. Behind the heavy curtains, four or five faint Crane Palace lanterns were lit. The prescriptions left by the sage of Xinglin were scattered on the floor. The compass left by the charlatan was placed on the foot of the table. The idlers on the street left behind

All kinds of miscellaneous things, including knives, knives, cups, cups, medicine measuring tools, money weighing tools, and divination tools, were all piled up in the corner. The maid serving the master was standing beside the couch, motionless.

It seems to be an ornament.

It was so eerily quiet here that Sedum immediately stopped her stride and walked on tiptoe.

The curtains were lowered, and there seemed to be a vague figure behind the silk curtains, lying softly, as if covered with a quilt.

Jingtian nodded to the maid, but they ignored him. He then opened the curtain on his own.

"Why are you so reckless? Get back!" The servant girl became anxious when she saw this. There are differences between men and women, so how could this rogue offend the innocence of her daughter's family?

Most of the servants of these wealthy families always have to put on airs, but once they get anxious, they are no different from ordinary people, and even more cowardly. Sedum held out his chest and belly, and waved his hands grandly, "I, the doctor,

You have a sense of propriety, do you know what to expect? If I step aside, will you come and treat Miss Tang?"

"You, you scoundrel, pretending to be a doctor, just get the reward and leave quickly. If you bump into the lady, the Lord of the castle will definitely skin you!"

Jingtian was smiling and crying at the same time, "If I get skinned, I will turn into a ghost to haunt you after my death!"

The maid was startled, took two steps back, turned around and stopped talking to Jingtian.

Seeing that no one was disturbing him, Jingtian had time to take a closer look at Miss Tang's family. This woman's black hair was extremely thick and shocking. It didn't look like human hair, but the branches and leaves of ancient trees. They were wrapped in clusters, covering her body.

It turned out that he was not covered with a quilt, but that it covered his whole body

It is the long hair. If you look closely, the clothes on her body are all covered with hair, just like the moss on the stone, which accumulates over time, and the roots are intertwined with the warp and weft of the needle thread. All over her body, exposed from the pile of hair,

There is only a pale face and a three-inch neck.

"Miss Tang?" Jingtian called softly. The woman on the bed had been unconscious for a long time and naturally did not respond. "I will take your pulse right now."

Jingtian groped with his hands and reached into the deep strands of hair, but he couldn't touch anything. It seemed that the hair was just an empty shell of human skin, and inside was the boundless desert of space. He was horrified and trembling.

Keep exploring

He groped around, and the palm of his hand was waving swayingly in the open space. He felt a faint heat on the back of his hand, so he tried that place, and it became hotter and hotter. Finally, he touched a hot blade, cutting his palm and bleeding.

"Oh!" Jingtian took out his hand and took a look. Sure enough, he was bleeding. The cold, sticky black blood was dripping down.

The maid on the side quietly turned around and snickered.

He was not annoyed at all, and made an evil face at the peeping maidservant. He then swept some accumulated dust on the bedside and applied it to the wound to stop the bleeding. He then took out a rag from his robe, tore it into a long strip and wrapped it around the wound.

at.

Looking at the young lady from the Tang family again, her face had not changed at all. Just now, Jingtian was so arrogant and arrogant, but now she felt frightened and thought that this woman must have been transformed by an evil spirit. Otherwise, why would there be nothing under her skin?

It is natural for little people to be greedy for life and afraid of death. How can there be anyone in the world who is not afraid of death? Those heroes were either beaten in the street or suffered in the underworld after death.

He secretly thought: The demons in this world have long been covered in the skin of gods, pretending to be benevolent and righteous, deceiving the world and stealing their reputations. I am afraid that the only one left in front of me is not a demon, but a true god. But even if it is a true god, so what? After a few calamities, the immortals in the sky will reincarnate.

, after all, it is a mortal who suffers. Besides, there is nothing I can do to save her, so why not pretend to be more and ask for a few more medical fees so that I can buy medicine for my girl.

Jingtian made up his mind, and when he started to act mischievous, he glanced around the room, found a pair of scissors from under the dressing table, and cut off Miss Tang's long hair, cutting off a strand and pulling out a strand.

His black hair is as thick as an ancient vine in a dense forest. The small scissors in his hand are originally used for mincing silver. The blades are very short, which makes it more time-consuming and laborious.

The maid turned back and scolded him for being bold, but Jingtian was justified. He said that although the disease was unusual, it happened to be recorded in an ancient book, and he happened to see it.

"Let me ask you, what is the name of this disease in the book?"

"This is the disease of peanut blossom."

"Don't lie to me! You are clearly making up this nonsense about peanuts and grass!" Although the maid scolded her, she did not stop her.

"A flower blooms with five leaves, and the five leaves are the five internal organs. The flowers of the five internal organs are on the face, on the hair, on the lips, on the claws, and on the hair. The disease of peanut flower is the imbalance of the Qi of the five internal organs, so hair grows. The so-called disease comes like a mountain

Down, the disease is gone like a thread, it needs to be cured

This is a peanut disease, first take out these hairs." Sedum said nonsense, he was going to break these hairs and then see if the skin bag was really empty, but he didn't expect these hairs.

It can be cut off or grown, and it can't be exhausted.
To be continued...