"Who is the God of Wannian Gong?"

Huangwei kept his secrets and always refused to speak directly. He asked Li Changan to follow him to meet him, and he would naturally know when he introduced him.

The swordsman led two ghosts and a cat along the trail to a mountain pass and saw a corridor in the forest.

The corridor is arched by tree roots and flower vines, and winds all the way down along the terrain.

Step into it and gradually deepen.

But the sky on both sides seemed to be blocked by something, and the moonlight could not be seen, but there were many fireflies floating inside and outside the corridor, just like the stars converging into the Milky Way, illuminating the rocks and vegetation along the way.

We walked for about a quarter of an hour.

Arriving at the end of the corridor, at the end was a tile-roofed pink wall that stretched as far as the eye could see, with a moon gate embedded in the wall.

There were bursts of music from the moon gate.

The cat couldn't wait and rushed in.

Immediately.

Then I heard the coquettish sound of "Meow Meow" and the playfulness of He Wumei.

…

Inside the Moon Gate is a courtyard lit by fireflies.

Apart from He Wumei, there was only one man in a wheelchair in the courtyard.

It should be the Wannian Gong that swordsmen call him.

The Taoist priest originally thought that Wannian Gong was an old man with a long beard as his name suggests, but unexpectedly, he turned out to be a slim man in his thirties, with a clear and handsome appearance. He was as bright as the Wuchen monk he had seen before.

When Li Changan came in, he asked first: "Is Wu Niang okay?"

He Wumei glanced at the man secretly and nodded lightly.

Seeing that she didn't seem to be faking it, Li Changan bowed to the man and said, "You are your Lord Wannian?"

The man's expression was very kind, but Li Changan always felt inexplicably awkward.

He saluted from his wheelchair: "I've met Taoist Li. I'm not good at walking. I can't greet you from afar, so I still hope to see Haihan."

As he said that, he saw the tattered robe in front of Li Changan, his expression changed, and he turned to the swordsman.

"You idiot! I asked you to welcome guests, but you started fighting with the Taoist priest?"

The swordsman was a tall man with extraordinary virility. At this moment, he looked like a child who had been caught by an adult stealing food, and his movements showed a bit of trepidation.

"That little guy..."

Man: "It's Huang Langjun."

Huang Wei quickly waved his hand, not even daring to say anything.

The swordsman was stunned.

"Then Yellow Tail..."

Seeing that the man did not refute, he continued:

"The Taoist boasted so much that I felt itchy..."

"You!" The man shook his head and apologized to the Taoist priest. "Children like me have lived in the mountains for a long time. I don't know the etiquette. I act recklessly and offend the Taoist priest."

He has a child at a time, and Li Changan also understands why he feels awkward. Where there is kindness on his face, he is clearly kind.

The Taoist priest complained that it would be more appropriate if you were an old man with a white beard, but he said calmly: "It doesn't matter to me. I haven't moved my muscles and bones for a long time, but it feels good to do it occasionally."

Pointing at He Wumei.

"But Dean He is just an ordinary person. How have you ever seen a demon attacking people in the middle of the night?"

He Wumei, who was silently petting the cat next to her, said "Hey" and whispered: "It's okay with me too."

"I was negligent." Hearing this, Wan Niangong sighed deeply and apologized to He Wumei, "I thought that by restraining the child and doing my best to entertain him, I would be able to alleviate the offense tonight. But I didn't take into account that the lady is a mortal.

No matter what happens in this ghostly land deep in the mountains, I can't help but feel terrified in my heart."

"I will send Bronze Tiger to take my wife home later."

There was no intention in his words to ask He Wumei to treat him.

Tonghu, the swordsman, immediately shouted: "My grandfather always said that we should not underestimate others. How come I have underestimated the medical skills of the ghost doctor first?!"

"Nonsense!" Wan Niangong said in a serious tone, "My disease is useless, don't you know?"

Tonghu groaned and said nothing.

"Mr. Lang's words are wrong."

It was He Wumei who interrupted.

When others look at He Wumei, they think she is a typical Jiangnan woman, slender and soft, always speaking in a soft voice. But those who know her well know that she has a strong and tenacious heart, otherwise she would not be able to provoke kindness alone.

The burden of kindergarten.

She might laugh it off when talking about her piano skills, poetry, cooking skills, and embroidery, but when it comes to her medical skills, she unexpectedly shows a stronger side.

"Without diagnosis, how can you say that medicine and stone are useless? Furthermore, how can you let down the Bronze Tiger brothers..." She glanced at Wannian Gong's young and handsome face, and hesitated for a while, "...filial piety?"

"It's the best, it's the best."

Tonghu hurriedly responded loudly.

As he said this, he turned his head and said happily: "Xiao Qi is back!"

Immediately, there were cheerful voices outside the door.

"Grandpa! Big brother! Am I back?"

A young man burst in suddenly, bowed casually to everyone around him, grabbed the teapot on the table, and poured it into his mouth.

He was holding a familiar bamboo box in his hand.

Tonghu stopped him first and pretended to ask: "Have you disturbed anyone?"

The young man threw down the teapot and said nonchalantly: "Brother, don't you know what I am capable of? Even in the cave city, I can come and go as I please, let alone just being kind..."

Tonghu coughed quickly. The young man realized that he had made a mistake, so he quickly covered his mouth and said with a smile:

"I 'borrowed' it secretly."

Tonghu nodded slightly in approval, took the bamboo box, brought it to He Wumei, and bowed it sincerely to the end.

He Wumei didn't say anything, she just focused her eyes on Wannian Gong along with the "people" in the audience.

He shook his head and laughed.

"That's fine."

…………

Wannian Gong rolled up his lower garment and untied his shin coat.

Li Changan's brows jumped, and He Wumei even exclaimed.

But there was not a piece of good flesh on his legs from the knees down, and they were all swollen. The bruises were superimposed with red swellings, the red swellings were superimposed with yellow swellings, and the yellow swellings were superimposed with black swellings.

The two legs looked like two giant radishes that had been deformed by radiation.

The skin is as thin as a film, and people are always afraid that the pus and blood wrapped in it will burst out at any time.

But He Wumei still had a sense of responsibility as a doctor, suppressed her discomfort, and started to check carefully.

for a long time.

She said slowly: "It should be caused by long-term exposure to poisonous substances."

Wan Niangong said with a smile: "My lady is really good at medicine."

He Wumei breathed a sigh of relief and her confidence obviously increased.

"To cure this disease, we have to avoid the source of the poison, scrape off the rotten flesh with a knife, and take medicine internally and externally. But..."

There was hesitation on her face again.

There was no need to scrape off the carrion from Wannian Gong's legs. They were obviously all carrion. He chopped them off directly, but it was easier.

"It doesn't matter." Wannian Gong comforted, "I'm not a human being, so you can just cut me off."

Only then did He Wumei completely calm down.

He asked Tonghu to prepare a wooden basin, water, liquor, and a leather belt. While waiting, he talked about the medicinal materials that would be needed later.

After hearing this, the young man named "Xiao Qi" immediately wanted to go to the city to "borrow" it again.

He Wumei quickly stopped him: "No need to bother, these medicinal herbs are available on the mountain. I saw them on the roadside when I went up the mountain."

She described the location and appearance of the herbs, and the boy went out happily.

…

Not long after.
To be continued...