Ji Zhai has been occupied for several months now, and the evil creature has not made any move. How did Jin Sanchong survive after provoking it?
If I treat him, will I provoke that ferocious beast to take revenge?
Seeing Huang Changsheng's expression of embarrassment, Jin Sanzhong was so frightened that he burst into tears and cried: "Master Huang, Master Huang, you must save me!"
"Hey! You and I are both from the same town, so it's not like we can't be saved.
It's just that you were injured by a vicious ghost. If I want to save you, my vitality will definitely be damaged... This is very difficult!"
"Master Huang, no matter what, please save me!"
Jin Sanzhong saw Huang Changsheng's intention and hurriedly took out a piece of broken silver from under his pillow: "Master Huang, this is five pieces of silver. I only have so much money at home, please save my life!"
He also felt sorry for the money, but now in order to survive, he had to give away all his belongings.
Huang Changsheng's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the silver, and he immediately grabbed the silver in his hand with lightning speed, and then said: "God has the virtue of good life, and this master will use the strongest spell to drive away evil and filth for you!"
After receiving the money, Huang Changsheng immediately became energetic. He first asked the woman to wash off all the ointment on the wound, then took out a piece of yellow paper and lit it on the fire. After muttering a mantra, he removed the ashes of the burned paper
Sprinkled into Jin Sanzhong's wounds.
Surprisingly, the wound that had been bleeding miraculously stopped.
Huang Changsheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The talisman paper ash soaked in medicine was indeed effective in stopping the bleeding.
When the military doctor from the health center did not come, there was only one herbalist in Ruijin Town.
Usually, anyone who suffers from headaches and fever has to endure it. If he can't endure it, he can go to a herbalist and drink some medicinal drinks.
If the potion is ineffective, he will naturally rely on his talisman paper to cure the disease.
Treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor can sometimes just treat it crookedly.
After the wound was bandaged again, Huang Changsheng glanced at the busy woman standing next to him, touched his chin, and said to Jin Sanzhong with a serious face: "If you want to drive away evil spirits, your wound needs to be washed with spiritual water every day."
"Spiritual water? What spiritual water?" Jin Sanzhong asked in confusion.
"I will do it once for you in the water tank at home, and it will naturally be the spiritual water. There is no additional charge!"
After hearing that there was no extra charge, Jin Sanzhong quickly asked the woman to take the master to the kitchen.
The woman lowered her head, holding a lamp in one hand, and meekly led Huang Changsheng to the kitchen.
As soon as they came out of the main room, the cotton curtain fell, Huang Changsheng hugged the woman's willow-like waist from behind. The woman was so frightened that she trembled all over and bit her lips and dared not say a word.
Huang Changsheng carried the woman into the kitchen in two or two steps, pushed the door against the door, lowered his head and bit her earlobe, and said softly: "My dear wife, what are you doing with this man? You have nothing to eat, nothing to wear, and you have to do it every day.
Get beaten and scolded!”
The woman's voice trembled: "Jin Sanzhong saved the slave's life from the Di tribe, and the slave will be his for the rest of his life.
Mr. Huang, please let me go! If Sanchong finds out, he will beat me to death."
Where Huang Changsheng was willing to let go, he groped around the woman's waist and gasped: "Little lady, if you continue to follow Jin Sanchong, you will be tortured to death by him sooner or later.
I can also save your life, as long as you follow me, I will ensure you have enough food, clothing, and money every day."
Before the woman could refuse again, the lights went out, and Huang Changsheng had already pushed the woman into the firewood pile in the kitchen...
In the main room, Jin Sanzhong was lying on the kang, still waiting for the master to finish the practice. He waited and did not see his return.
When his patience was about to run out, the woman returned to the main room holding a lamp.
Before the woman could reach the Kang, a large earthenware bowl was thrown towards her.
The woman was in a daze when she suddenly saw Jin Sanzhong smashing the bowl at him and hurriedly dodged.
She dodged her head, but the clay bowl still hit her heavily in the abdomen, and then fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.
Although Jin Sanzhong was still lying on the kang at this time, he was a man, and his anger and anger were extremely powerful. The painful woman squatted on the ground and stroked her belly, tears welling up in her eyes.
After smashing the bowl, Jin Sanzhong cursed again: "If you hold the lamp, you will die for such a long time and not come back. Do you want me to die of thirst? Believe it or not, I will crush you to death before I die."
The woman was so frightened that she quickly got up and went to pour him water. Behind her, Huang Changsheng opened the curtain and came in.
He glanced at the broken bowl on the ground and said calmly: "Your wound has just been exorcised from evil spirits. If you continue to act recklessly and attract evil spirits into your body, I'm afraid even the gods will not be able to save you."
Jin Sanzhong was stunned and said sarcastically: "It's this idiot who makes people angry with his clumsiness. From now on, just listen to the master and stop swearing a few words."
The Lingshui practice has ended, and Huang Changsheng also started to pack his bags and prepare to leave. He said to Jin Sanzhong: "The evil spirit of yours has penetrated deeply into your body, and exorcising it just once is not enough.
It’s just that the practice consumes a lot of energy and I’m very tired today. I’ll do it for you again tomorrow.”
When she heard that she would come tomorrow, the woman's originally pale face lost all color.
At this time, Jin Sanzhong only felt that the wound was cool and comfortable, and the burning pain no longer existed. He knew that the master's method was effective.
Seeing that Master Huang looked tired and didn't seem to be faking it, and that he would come to treat me tomorrow night, he immediately said gratefully: "Thank you for your hard work, Master. I will definitely treat Master to a drink when I recover from my injury."
After saying that, he asked the woman to send the master out.
The woman did not object, she still lowered her head and held the lamp to guide the way.
The two of them walked to the door of the courtyard. Huang Changsheng took out a piece of pastry from the small bag and stuffed it into the woman's hand. He squeezed her little hand and whispered in his ear: "Eat quickly, this is a pastry sent from Qili County. I will give it to you tomorrow."
Come see you again."
The courtyard door closed, and Jin Sanzhong's scolding came from the room again. The woman pinched the small cake in her hand, tears welling up in her eyes.
Five years.
From the day when Ruijin Town was robbed, her husband died and her seven-year-old son was taken away. She has been living like a zombie, and she doesn't know how long she can live.
She wanted to see her son, even for a single glance, and she would die with just one glance.
In the main room of Baolinju's side courtyard, the lights are bright.
Song Liyun, Song Zhenping, Xiao An, and a black-haired monkey were forming a strange circle.
On the floor tiles between them was a snow-white wool carpet.
Song Zhenping stretched out her hand to touch the carpet and felt a slight itch under her fingertips, which was indescribably comfortable.
Xiao An held his hands together and refused to even touch them.
Only Black Gold lay unscrupulously on the edge of the wool carpet, rubbing its monkey face on it.
Song Zhenping swallowed and said with difficulty: "Yun'er, is this really stepped on with your feet?"
Song Liyun touched the wool carpet and sighed: "Yes! This is one hundred taels of silver! It is placed on the ground specifically for people to step on and feel comfortable. If it gets dirty, it will be thrown away."
When Song Zhenping heard that it was dirty and was going to be thrown away, Song Zhenping took back his hand silently, just like Xiao An, supporting his knees with his arms and staring at the carpet, not daring to touch it again.