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Kunlun Temple is located on a remote and deserted street in the outer city, but its reputation is quite outstanding in the outer city. The Taoist host Wangji Zhenren is skilled in medical skills and uses his skillful skills to treat the people, without any consequences. Over time, many patients come to visit, including many powerful people.

However, Wangji Zhenren has rules to treat diseases and is responsible for taking medical treatment on two days on the 15th day of each month. At other times, the door is not open and the incense of believers is not accepted.

Today is not the day when the Taoist temple is opened. The gate is closed and it looks deserted.

Because Chen Sanlang was tired, Xu Jun rented a carriage and came by.

The coachman was obviously very familiar with Kunlun Temple and smiled and said, "Two guests, today is not the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. It is useless for you to go to the Taoist temple."

He saw that Chen Sanlang looked inappropriate and thought that the two of them came to the Taoist temple to seek medical treatment.

Xu Jun replied: "Just go and take a look."

When they arrived at the Taoist temple, the two got off the carriage.

Chen Sanlang looked up at the Taoist temple and saw that it was not big. He had a backyard behind him, and some branches could be seen poking out of the wall.

It's peach blossom.

It is the flowering period, and the peach blossoms are blooming, and pink flowers are blooming on the branches, which is very beautiful.

"The spring scenery in the garden cannot be stopped, and several peach blossoms come out of the wall!"

Chen Sanlang opened his mouth and chanted.

When Xu Jun heard him reciting a poem, he smiled and said, "Sanlang, if you don't open this Taoist temple, why don't we go to another place?"

When I came to Kunlun Temple, I just had a wandering mind and had no specific and clear goals. Chen Sanlang wanted to find evil spirits to kill him. He was also confused at the moment.

They were about to get in the car and leave, and a whistle sounded. The gate suddenly opened and a handsome little Taoist boy walked out. He bowed and said, "Please stay, two distinguished guests."

Xu Jun was stunned and turned to look at him: "Are you calling us?"

The Taoist boy smiled slightly: "Just just now, the host had a whim. He thought that a noble man came to visit, so he specially ordered me to come out to greet him."

Xu Jun blinked, a little surprised. He glanced at Chen Sanlang and asked him to make up his mind.

Chen Sanlang thought for a while and said, "Since the host invites you, go in and visit one or two."

When I entered the view with Xu Jun, I saw the statue of Laojun worshipping her. Her face was elegant and fairy-like. There was an incense burner in front of Laojun, and the sandalwood was swaying, emitting a faint fragrance.

The Taoist boy greeted, "Please sit down for the time being, and the host will come out soon after changing his clothes."

As he said that, he brought fragrant tea.

Chen Sanlang took a sip and felt refreshed, and his listlessness was dissipated.

Good tea!

This kind of tea is obviously extraordinary. It is likely that some spiritual tea with special effects can only be enjoyed by distinguished guests.

But they can be said to have no intersection between them and have never lived for life, so why are they so warmly treated?

Chen Sanlang frowned slightly and smelled some strange meaning.

Before I could wait for a long time, for about half a quarter of an hour, I heard a hearty smile. A slightly thin Taoist priest walked out.

His face was white and his eyebrows were thick and dark. He had a bunch of short beards and looked very young. As for his actual age, he was unknown.

When Chen Sanlang saw him at first sight, he felt something, and even felt a sense of déjà vu that was difficult to describe.

This Taoist priest was the host of Kunlun Temple, Wangji, who bowed his head and smiled and said, "I'll both guests wait for a long time, please forgive me."

As the saying goes, "Don't hit a smiley person." Chen Sanlang is not willing to neglect himself, so he got up and gave a greeting and exchanged some greetings.

After the guest and the host sat down, Wangji Zhenren swept his eyes to Chen Sanlang with a pair of eyes, slightly slight head, and the surface was still calm. But a fluctuation in his heart:

It is true that today is the first time I have seen Chen Sanlang, but before that, there was a long conflict between each other, the beginning was an indirect confrontation between the Mountain God Temple. Wangji's "paper-cutting adult" technique was broken by Chen Sanlang, which can be said to have suffered a loss.

At that time, Wangji Zhenren was a little angry and was determined to find out who was the outsider who was meddling in other people's business, which ruined his own good things.

However, when the other party's identity was found and Taoist Zhengyang was involved, Wangji Zhenren suppressed his idea of ​​going to find Chen Sanlang.

Many things that happened later, including Chen Sanlang's examination for Huiyuan, including the failure of Taoist Zhengyang to kill pigs, but instead of losing his life, Wangji Zhenren all knew everything, and was even more curious about Chen Sanlang's murderous intent. The Taoist traditions of Kunlun, whom he was born, were different from Qingcheng, where Taoist Zhengyang, and his views on the secular times and the direction of the world were also different.

Both different ways of doing things are naturally very different.

Zhengyang went down the mountain and shouldered the responsibility of revitalizing the Taoist Sect. He chose the wise ruler to support the Dragon Court, so he ran and worked hard and thought hard. However, he forgot to open a Taoist temple in Chang'an, but he had a unique mind and was happy to be quiet. As for taking action on Mengbird Tower and using magic to layout around the Seventh Prince, it was more about repaying favors at one time.

He once owed someone a favor.

Wangji Zhenren was not very interested in Chen Sanlang's passing the exam for Huiyuan. What surprised him most was that Chen Sanlang could escape the secret disaster of Taoist Zhengyang and escape safely...

No, now it seems that it cannot be called "An Ran."

Wangji Zhenren's eyes were sharp, and he could tell at a glance that Chen Sanlang was sick and was not very ill:

"The essence is weak and the spirit is dim. If it cannot be maintained well, it will gradually wither and die like a tree withered and dead..."

There is no doubt that this is the root cause of the disease in the process of fighting with Taoist Master Zhengyang.

"As a scholar and a monk, he has a dual identity, but I haven't seen him for many years..."

There are actually many monks from scholars, but when they embark on the path of cultivation, they will basically give up the path of fame and fame, and will focus on the practice of Taoism. How can they pay attention to fame and fortune? Chen Sanlang has mastered the magic and read well, and he is obviously a Jinshi and has an official life.

This makes people feel amazing.

These thoughts flashed through my mind, and the real person suddenly smiled: "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen is sick."

Xu Jun was stunned: "Can you see?"

Wangji Zhenren smiled: "I am not only a Taoist priest, but also a little bit about the art of Qihuang."

When Xu Jun heard this, he immediately thought of the folk sayings about Wangji Zhenren, mostly praises him for his excellent medical skills and transcendent medical ethics...

Could it be that he can cure Chen Sanlang? In that case, there is no need to look for evil demons to kill them.

He quickly winked at Chen Sanlang and asked him to ask for medical treatment.

Chen Sanlang sat down firmly, but had no intention of seeking medical treatment, but just drank tea: "Good tea!"

When Xu Jun heard this, he almost flew over: It was already time, and he was still drinking tea...

Wangji Zhenren said: "This tea is called 'Fengjian', it grows on the peak and is harvested every three years. The spring water that is not near the place of origin must not be soaked in the true taste."

Xu Jun was attracted by interest and asked, "What do you mean is that using other water to make this tea leaves will not be good?"

"It's not just not delicious, it's like water. Drinking it is useless, but it's harmful."

Xu Jun was shocked.

Chen Sanlang said slowly: "The real person treats me with this tea, but for some reason?"

Wangji Zhenren smiled mysteriously: "I want to treat you, that's all."

"Just use this cup of tea?"

"A cup of tea doesn't work, there's a painting."

As he said that, Wangji's real person shook his hand and showed a bizarre and weird scroll. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!