This guy who suddenly appeared, except that his head was covered with golden hair, he also had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. His hands were just like those of ordinary people, but he was extra skinny. His body was about the size of a macaque. He was wearing a very ill-fitting Taoist robe, like a child wearing an adult.
The clothes are ordinary and baggy.
He is standing on the shoulders of the tiger man, but he is at the same height as the sitting posture of the young woman. Small is extremely small, but neither the young woman nor the tiger man noticed when he appeared. He can also bend the shoulders of the tiger man. His magical power cannot be underestimated.
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As soon as he opened his mouth, the tiger man was so mighty and honest, and the young woman pouted and remained silent.
It can be seen that this monkey man always bullied the two of them based on his ability.
"Master asked you to carry him up the mountain?" the monkey man asked.
"Yeah!" Yuantai nodded.
Probably because the two of them were so indifferent, the monkey man felt bored, scratched his scalp and said, "I'll help senior sister make some medicine..."
After saying that, the monkey man suddenly jumped up and floated past the trees in the forest.
The young woman didn't see the Monkey Man's back anymore, then she said bitterly: "Damn monkey, he only knows how to bully us, he has the ability to bluster in front of his senior sister!"
Before Yuantai could answer, suddenly a flower appeared on the rock in front of him, and it was the monkey man who left and returned.
The monkey man put his hands behind his back and reprimanded him seriously: "Yuan Tai Qingchan, when outsiders go up the mountain, you must pay attention to some etiquette. If you dare to scream monkeys again, don't blame me for being rude!"
Yuan Tai and the young woman named Qing Chan saw that the Monkey Man was so solemn and did not dare to object. They lowered their eyebrows and responded in a low voice: "Yes, Brother Ji Zhao."
"Well..." The monkey man named Ji Zhao nodded grandly, and then flew away with satisfaction.
However, although the word "good omen" has a good meaning, it is also homophonic with "impatient", so I don't know what the person who named him had in mind.
After a while, Yuantai and Qingchan had reached the top of the mountain. The top of the mountain was not towering, but relatively flat, with a broad view, like the back of a huge ox. It was surrounded by green trees and auspicious clouds grew on the rocks.
Based on the slope of the mountain, a simple Taoist temple with only three entrances from front to back stands under a majestic boulder.
With Tai's huge size, he couldn't get through the door no matter what. He stepped from the side wall to the first courtyard.
Although the building materials of the Taoist temple are simple, the first courtyard is extremely wide. Not to mention trees, there is not even a blade of grass on the ground, and it is very uneven and pitted, just like a martial arts field.
There is an open tile-roofed room near the second entrance, with several cabinets filled with medicinal materials. In the middle of it is a young woman in a feather coat who is making a bed. She has an oval face and regular facial features. She shows off her elegance and moves her hands and feet.
Very plain, she is a normal person.
The monkey man Ji Zhao, who was arrogant and domineering before, is now standing obediently on the edge of a stone mortar, holding a pestle to grind medicinal materials.
He is too small and his medicine pestle is very thick, making him look very funny.
"Sister Li Zhen..." Yuantai and Qingchan called the young woman respectfully.
"Well, put the person on the bed, the master will be here soon." Li Zhen said.
Although this fairy named Li Zhen looks calm and quiet, she handles things extremely seriously. She first checked the pulse of her hands and feet, then looked at Yan Yun's eyelids, and her beautiful eyebrows became more and more beautiful as she advanced.
The frown became tighter.
Then, she carefully looked at the veins of the wound that was almost completely covered by the wound medicine, and said in surprise: "Hey, this person was actually injured by a strange person!"
As soon as he said this, Qing Chan jumped to the bedside, Ji Zhao stood beside the bed in an instant, and Yuantai's big head stretched directly in from outside the room.
"Yuan Tai, hurry up and boil the water. Bring it as soon as it boils!"
"Qingchan, go get the silver basin and the silver knife, and first pick out the knife sore medicine on his wound!"
"Good omen, go and prepare some good needle and thread. I'll ask you to help suture the wound later."
Li Zhen issued three instructions in succession, so the three curious heads who were gathered together just now dispersed immediately.
"Senior sister, can this person be saved?" Qingchan couldn't help but ask before leaving.
"Just do your best and obey fate..." Li Zhen said truthfully.
At this time, a clear and long smile suddenly came from the innermost level of the Taoist temple, and a middle-aged man who looked a little vicissitudes of life said: "Haha, what a person who does everything he does and obeys fate. It's a pity that those who really understand the word 'destiny', there is no one in this world."
How many people are there?"
After hearing this, the four disciples of Li Zhen Qing Chan Yuan Tai Jizhao suddenly became happy. They all looked up and bowed at the same time: "Master..."
The moon is like water.
The heavy snow in Longtouguan did not extend to the mountains and forests of Xiaozhongnan, but it was quite cool at night.
In the open space next to the pharmacy, a temporary stove was hastily repaired, with an old heaven pot on it. The stove was filled with firewood, and the flames were rising out.
With such a large firepower, if it were boiling water, the water would have boiled long ago, but there were only a few traces of hot air floating in the pot, as if it had just reached a warm state.
Yan Yun's eyes were closed tightly, his whole body was surrounded by thick red liquid, his head was tilted, and he still looked lifeless.
With the stove as the center, four people, Li Zhen, Yuantai, Ji Zhao and Qing Chan, sit cross-legged according to the directions of the "four images" corresponding to Lao Yin, Lao Yang, Shao Yin and Shao Yang.
Every once in a while, the four of them would make a gesture with their fingers and shoot out a ball of flame from their palms into the stove, actually increasing the firepower.
This process seems to consume a lot of mana, and all four people are sweating on their foreheads, but there are degrees of severity. Li Zhen and Ji Zhao are relatively easy, followed by Qing Chan, and Yuantai is completely soaked in sweat.
Yuantai is such a big man, he is good at strength, but his progress in the cultivation of skills is slow, and he will suffer a lot if he uses Qi to condense fire.
"What kind of medicine has Master prepared? Why is it so difficult to warm it up?" Qingchan muttered.
"There are ice crystals inside." Li Zhen saw that Yuantai's mana was severely depleted and there was no benefit in continuing, so he said, "Yuantai, fan the fire!"
Yuantai walked to the stove with a newly tied cattail leaf fan and started fanning it. This continued for half an hour, and the heat in the pot was only a little more hot than before.
Qingchan lost her temper and cried bitterly: "Oh, it's so difficult to save someone for the first time. Why are you carrying him up the mountain Yuantai?"
"Master personally placed the white card and also covered my black card." Yuantai looked innocent.
Li Zhen said: "Master said it will last for three days, and the medicine cannot be allowed to get cold during this period."
"Three days!" Qingchan's eyes widened.
"You're just going to practice the fireball technique for three days, why are you talking so much nonsense?" Ji Zhao saw Qingchan's muttering and getting upset, and said disdainfully, "If you like to fan fire, just change it with Yuantai!"
Yuantai seemed to be waiting for this sentence, stuffing the cattail leaf fan into Qingchan's hand, and continued to light a fire with his fingers.
Qingchan rolled her eyes at Yuantai, threw away the cattail leaf fan, and stood by the stove to flap her thin wings. The wings vibrated so fast that it was actually very effective.
"It's so boring..." Qingchan was a typical person who couldn't stop talking. She suddenly glanced at the top of the Taoist temple and said in surprise, "Hey, the master is not in the temple?"
"Well, I went out to find medicinal materials for this person." Li Zhen said.
"Master went there in person? Who is this person, worthy of Master going in person?" Qingchan was puzzled.
Yuantai interjected: "What is the name of a mortal general, Yan Yun?"
"General? Master is a monk, and he doesn't seek official positions, and he doesn't like to fight. Why do you spend so much time to save him?" Qingchan's sharp tongue has no end.
However, her words hit the nail on the head. Considering that the viewer is a pure-hearted person, why should he save a stranger at the cost of delaying his cultivation?
Yes! Why?
At this moment, the four people's minds were twisted together.
Is it possible that there is something special about this half-dead man?
