Chapter eight hundred and fortieth second: Daoist leader
When Jiang Miao woke up in the middle of the night, she felt her mouth was dry. The man next to her heard the noise and called her in a daze, "Miaoya?"
Jiang Miao paused and woke up completely.
"Ms. sir, do you remember?"
She said that Shen Yanqing was very strange last night, and now he could still call her by her name. Jiang Miao leaned over and looked at him expectantly.
Shen Yanqing opened his eyes and his vision gradually became clearer. He also felt strange that he had just called Jiang Miao by his nickname. It seemed that he just blurted it out and everything was so natural.
But when he thought about it now, there was only a blank space in his mind, and he couldn't think of anything.
Looking at the woman's expectant eyes, a flash of guilt flashed through Shen Yanqing's heart. He shook his head gently and said in a low voice, "No."
Jiang Miao's eyes suddenly dimmed, but she soon regained her energy.
"It's okay if I can't remember it. Anyway, it's getting better gradually."
Moreover, the Taoist Master is coming tomorrow, and maybe he will be able to do something by then.
Jiang Miao comforted herself and Shen Yanqing nodded. He wanted to think of it faster than anyone else.
The two of them drank water and lay down again. Jiang Miao had something on her mind and didn't fall asleep until dawn. She didn't notice that the man next to her had been looking at her all night. Shen Yanqing touched his head, a look of determination flashed in his eyes.
He heard that there was congestion in his brain, and if he hit it again, he might be able to remember things from before.
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Before breakfast was finished, someone came to call them two in the front yard.
"Master, Qi Langjun's master has arrived."
Enlightenment is here!
When Jiang Miao heard this, she stopped eating and pulled Shen Yanqing out. Shen Yanqing didn't know about Cheng Daochang yet, so when he saw Jiang Miao's happy look, his eyes were full of doubts.
"What's wrong?"
"The person who can cure your illness has arrived!"
Jiang Miao had high hopes for Cheng Daochang, but when she saw the person, she was disappointed.
Without him, this enlightened Taoist priest was so different from the immortal Taoist figure she imagined. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a beggar.
His Taoist robes no longer looked like their original appearance, his hair was messy, and his skinny body looked like he hadn't had a full meal in many years. It was hard for Jiang Miao to believe that such a person could cure difficult and complicated diseases.
Cheng Daochang was having breakfast. The table was filled with all kinds of food. He looked up and saw Jiang Miao's scrutinizing eyes and sneered.
"What? You want the old man to see a doctor?"
He has treated many people over the years, and he has seen many different kinds of eyes. When seeing a doctor, Master Cheng does not look at gold, silver, or jewelry, but only looks at the edges of the eyes.
Jiang Miao was not a person who judged people by their appearance. She was just surprised that the rumored Taoist Master would look like this. However, various martial arts novels had also given her experience. The more inconspicuous a person is, the more likely he is to be an expert. Shaolin Temple also has There was a sweeping monk, so naturally she didn't dare to underestimate Cheng Daochang.
"Yes, my husband-in-law hit his brain a few months ago and lost his memory. I asked the Taoist priest to help me take a look."
Jiang Miao's posture was humble and her tone was sincere. The dissatisfaction that Master Cheng had just felt faded away. He lowered his head and continued to eat the porridge, muttering, "Wait."
After waiting for the explanation, Jiang Miao felt happy and held Shen Yanqing's hand tightly. The man was infected by her emotions and felt a little moved in his heart.
The two of them watched Cheng Daochang finish all the food on the table. They didn't know how a skinny person like him could eat so well. His stomach was like a bottomless pit. Jiang Miao claimed to be a foodie, but when he saw Cheng Daochang, he also Be willing to accept defeat.
Finally, after the last piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake entered his stomach, Cheng Daochang stopped. He wiped his mouth, with oil still on his hands, and waved to Shen Yanqing, "Come here, let me take a look."
If it had been before, Shen Yanqing would never have listened to him. He was a germophobe and couldn't bear to see any dirt. But thinking of Jiang Miao's eyes just now, Shen Yanqing held back her discomfort and walked over.
Cheng Daochang grabbed his hand and placed his fingers on his pulse. All the oil on his hand rubbed onto Shen Yanqing's wrist, and Shen Yanqing froze.
"Relax."
Cheng Dao's long fingertips tapped on his wrist, and Shen Yanqing simply smashed the jar and pretended it was invisible.
"Eh..."
Cheng Daochang checked the Tianmai for a long time and suddenly expressed doubt.
"What a strange pulse."
Jiang Miao's heart tightened, "Why is it strange?"
"It stands to reason that he just hit his head. Even if there is congestion in his brain, it will be fine once the congestion disappears. However, although the congestion in his brain shows signs of slowly disappearing, the memory will also disappear with it."
Cheng Daochang frowned and asked Jiang Miao, "Has he been able to remember things from the past these days?"
Jiang Miao nodded when he heard this, "Yes, he remembered my name yesterday, Taoist priest, isn't this a good thing?"
Shen Yanqing has obviously been able to remember some things these days. Although he remembered them unconsciously, Jiang Miao thought it was because the blood clot in his brain was receding and the compressed nerves were gradually recovering. However, Cheng Daochang's expression made Jiang Miao My heart tightened. Is there something they don't know?
Cheng Daochang continued to diagnose Tianmai for a long time, and the expression on his face became more solemn.
"His condition is quite unusual. I have been treating patients for decades, and he is the second patient I have encountered who has been infected with this poison."
"Poisoned? How could it be?"
Jiang Miao's face suddenly turned pale. Didn't Shen Yanqing hit her head? How could she be poisoned?
Shen Yanqing also looked at Cheng Daochang. Apart from losing his memory these days, he had no other feelings. He had never heard of any poison that could have such an effect.
"Have you ever been to the sea and fallen into the water?"
Jiang Miao didn't know whether Cheng Daochang listened to Feng Yuxian's words or actually felt the pulse. If it was the latter, then the problem was in the sea water.
Shen Yanqing nodded, "Does the Taoist Master know what the poison is?"
Cheng Daochang took back his hand and smoothed his messy beard, and his eyes became more thoughtful.
"If my diagnosis is correct, you should have accidentally eaten the soul-eating grass in the sea. This grass is colorless and odorless. It secretes a kind of juice in the sea. It is easy to be eaten by people when mixed in seawater. And if you eat this People who are lazy will lose their memory."
"Then what happened when my husband-in-law suddenly regained his memory?"
Jiang Miao couldn't help but ask. The two of them never expected that Shen Yanqing's brain was not knocked out of amnesia, but poisoned. Things that were already troublesome suddenly became more difficult.
"After the poisonous attack of Soul-Eating Grass, the poisoned person will gradually recover his memory, and as his memory recovers, these memories will completely disappear under the influence of the poison. By then, he will not remember anything, and it will be impossible to recover, even People will gradually become fools."
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Miao and the two were really frightened.
Especially for Jiang Miao, she used to think that it would be okay even if Shen Yanqing could not recover his memory in the future, as long as he was healthy. Now that she knew that he was poisoned and would even turn into a fool, her mood became urgent. stand up.
"Then Taoist Master, how can we cure this poison?"
