At this time, the white-haired old man had woken up, climbed up from the pit, and thanked Xia Tian sincerely.
Just now, he suddenly went crazy without any warning, and the zhenqi in his body ran out of control. If Xia Tian hadn't given him a shot in time, directly releasing the violent zhenqi in his body, he would have already followed
Mo Shouxuan almost exploded into pieces of flesh and blood all over the ground.
"Ah, Grandpa Shizu, are you okay?"
When the little Taoist nun Nianxin saw the white-haired old man, she immediately shouted, rushed over and helped him.
"It doesn't matter."
The white-haired old man smiled and touched the little Taoist nun Nianxin's head, "You are a good boy, as good as your parents. You have worked hard these years."
The little Taoist nun's thoughts were fine at first, but when she heard these words, she couldn't help crying, and she didn't know whether it was because she felt wronged or something else.
Ning Ruirui looked at the white-haired old man and the little Taoist nun Nianxin with a puzzled look on her face. She always felt that there was something in the old man's words, as if he was hiding some secret.
"You three, my old bones have just lost most of their energy, and now I'm a little tired."
The white-haired old man raised his waist with some difficulty and said with a wry smile: "Please invite the three of you into the hall to talk. I also want to have a good chat with you about some things."
"Grandpa Grandpa, here outside..." At this time, the little Taoist nun pointed to the mess on the ground with some hesitation.
"Those people are planning everything, and they will definitely not leave so many traces."
The white-haired old man said calmly: "So don't pay attention. Someone will naturally clean up the mess."
The little Taoist nun seemed to understand and nodded: "Oh."
Ning Ruirui had indeed developed a strong interest in this concept of peace of mind, and had many unanswered questions, so she nodded.
Xia Tian and Shi Chun both had indifferent expressions on their faces and just followed Ning Ruirui into the lobby.
"Thank you again to the three of you for your life-saving grace. It also saved Anxin Guan and prevented the inheritance from being cut off."
Entering the lobby, after the white-haired old man took his seat, he expressed his gratitude to Xia Tian and the three of them, "Since I was injured by that thief thirty years ago, I didn't expect that I, Qiu Jianji, would actually recover one day.
fortunate."
Ning Ruirui couldn't help but said: "Listen to Mr. Qiu, isn't this Mo Shouxuan your disciple?"
"Of course not. I, Qiu Jianji, have always been wise, how could I have such a stupid and dirty apprentice."
The white-haired old man sneered at Mo Shouxuan in his words, showing an extremely disdainful attitude.
Xia Tian said with a smile: "Then you still fell into his trick thirty years ago. This fully shows that you are stupider than him."
"Hahaha, my little friend is really quick to talk, and that's quite right."
The white-haired old man didn't mind Xia Tian's verbal offense. After laughing twice, he suddenly remembered something, "Oh, I'm so rude, I haven't asked the names of the three benefactors yet."
Ning Ruirui raised her eyes and looked at the white-haired old man, secretly thinking that the old man was indeed a little unconscious, and his speech was a bit unreasonable.
"Don't talk, I'll introduce you."
Shi Chun opened his hands to stop Ning Ruirui and Xia Tian from talking, and said with a smile: "My name is Shi Chun, the stone of stone, the pure and innocent pure."
Then he pointed at Ning Ruirui and said, "This is Ning Ruirui. She is a famous sports star in the world."
Then he pointed at Xia Tian: "He is my brother-in-law, his name is Xia Tian. Xia in spring, summer, autumn and winter is the best in the world."
"Okay, the introduction is over."
Shi Chun smiled and clapped his hands, looking like he was waiting for praise.
Ning Ruirui and Xia Tian looked at each other and were speechless at Shi Chun's move.
"It turns out it's Miss Ning, Miss Shi and Mr. Xia, they are very experienced and polite."
The white-haired old man saluted the three of them very respectfully, "Thank you again."
"Stop thanking you all the time. It's a waste of time."
Xia Tian yawned lazily, "If you have something to say, if nothing else, we'll leave."
The white-haired old man waved his hand and said with a smile: "Mr. Xia, don't worry, I really have something to tell you, and I want to ask you to do me a favor again."
Xia Tian curled his lips, not commenting on this.
"Mr. Qiu, let's first talk about what happened to Mo Shouxuan."
Ning Ruirui couldn't help but ask at this time.
"To talk about this person, we have to start talking about thirty years ago."
The white-haired old man couldn't help but fall into memories when he heard Ning Ruirui's question, "You also know that Zhongnan Mountain has been a place for hermits to retreat from the world since ancient times. When the number of people was at its highest, there were nearly tens of thousands of hermits in the entire Zhongnan Mountain.
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"Hermit, do you mean a cultivator of immortality?"
Shi Chun asked somewhat simply.
The white-haired old man hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head: "Not necessarily, the hermit just wants to live away from the world, away from the city, and be close to the mountains and the breeze.
Cultivation is just a way of doing it, after all, if you really have nothing to do, people will go crazy."
"However, Zhongnan Mountain doesn't seem to be very big. There are tens of thousands of people living there, so it's almost like a town."
Shi Chun was still a little puzzled, "With the development of tourism, it seems like there won't be much peace."
"Yes, it is also because of these reasons that many people have gone down the mountain."
The white-haired old man said with emotion: "But the real reason why the number of hermits dropped sharply to less than 5,000 was because of the incident thirty years ago."
Ning Ruirui was curious and couldn't help asking: "What incident?"
"Thirty years ago, for some unknown reason, a strange madness suddenly spread among the hermits on the mountain."
When the white-haired old man talked about this, his eyebrows were wrinkled. Apparently, he still couldn't let it go after thirty years. "In people who are sick, the energy in their bodies will rage uncontrollably. If they are not treated properly,
If it is not channeled, the meridians throughout the body will burst and die within three days.
At that time, Lao Tao was relatively well-known in Zhongnan Mountain, and many hermits came to me. However, Lao Tao was not a good doctor and could only help them channel their true energy and temporarily suppress their illness."
"We haven't talked about Mo Shouxuan yet."
Shi Chun listened with great interest while expressing his own opinion, "Also, if you are sick, why don't you see a doctor?"
"That's almost it."
The white-haired old man chuckled twice and said calmly: "At that time, the old Taoist really wanted to go over and invite the three most famous doctors in the world. However, the ghost doctor Zhang Mingtuo was in the southwest Miaoland at that time, and the distant water could not save the nearby fire."
"Ghost doctor Zhang Mingtuo?"
Shi Chun turned to look at Xia Tian, "Brother-in-law, isn't this your master?"
The white-haired old man was surprised and suspicious: "Are you actually a disciple of the ghost doctor Zhang Mingtuo?"
Xia Tian nodded: "Ghost doctor Zhang Mingtuo is indeed my master."
"Sure enough, great teachers make great disciples."
The white-haired old man said with emotion: "I just saw that the acupuncture method you used to relieve the old Taoist from madness is indeed unparalleled."
Xia Tian said casually: "I learned that acupuncture by myself and it has nothing to do with the master."
"Mr. Xia is better than his master."
The white-haired old man couldn't help but smile awkwardly.
"and after?"
Ning Ruirui wanted to continue listening to the story and couldn't help but ask questions.
The white-haired old man also remembered that the matter was only halfway through, so he continued: "Later, we had no choice but to find other famous doctors, but the heavenly doctor Xiao Yishou disappeared, and there was only one demon doctor Mo Wenwen. It was just right
He is in Chang'an City."
"Don't ask for medicine?"
When Shi Chun heard this name, he immediately said, "What is his relationship with this Mo Shouxuan?"
The white-haired old man replied slowly: "The relationship between ancestors and grandsons is that when the old Taoist found Mo Wenyao, he was already dying of illness, but he still agreed to visit the doctor on the condition that I must accept his grandson as a closed disciple.
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"No, he's not a demon doctor. Why is he so sick that he's about to die?"
Shi Chun couldn't understand, "You actually believe that he can cure your diseases?"
"As the saying goes, a doctor can't heal himself."
The white-haired old man said with a smile: "Mo Wen Yao is at the end of his life, and he himself knows that there is no cure.
In order to solve the hermit's madness, the old Taoist agreed to his request.
After that, he arrived at Zhongnan Mountain and indeed solved the hermit's madness."
Ning Ruirui looked puzzled: "Since everything has been solved, why do you still do it, Mr. Qiu..." "This is also the reason why Mo Wenyao is called the demon doctor."
The white-haired old man said with regret: "The demon doctor was probably afraid that after his death, the Taoist would break his promise, so he left a hidden danger in all the sick people.
Those of us who have suffered from madness can only rely on their Mo family's unique secret medicine to ensure that madness will not recur."
"This kind of person is not qualified to be a doctor at all."
Xia Tian curled his lips disdainfully, "My master said that as a doctor, you must treat the disease to the end. Gratitude and grudges can be resolved after the disease is treated."
The white-haired old man said with regret: "For the past thirty years, those of us who have suffered from madness have been threatened by Mo Shouxuan. If we don't comply at all, the medicine supply will be cut off.
After that, Lao Dao decided not to be threatened by him, so he locked me in the backyard to prevent me from committing suicide."
"Then what does Mo Shouxuan want to do?"
Ning Ruirui was a little puzzled, "Mo Wenyao did this to you to save his life.
But why did he control you for so long?"
"What else could it be for? Of course it's for immortality."
The white-haired old man sighed three times in succession and shook his head with a wry smile.
Xia Tian said with a smile at this time: "It seems that you have all been fooled. It doesn't matter what kind of madness was released by Mo Wenyao. The series of things that followed are actually to achieve one goal, which is immortality."
The white-haired old man nodded: "Yes, the old Taoist also has such suspicions in his heart, but now that Mo Shouxuan is dead, it can no longer be confirmed."
"Mo Shouxuan alone cannot control such a big matter. There must be other forces behind him."
Ning Ruirui thought for a moment and came up with her own judgment, "Maybe this group of people is causing trouble in this so-called Hidden Immortal Conference."
"You guessed it right, but it's already too late."
At this time, someone appeared in the lobby. He smiled sinisterly and said, "Because you are all going to die soon."