At this time, the old man with white hair had woken up, climbed up from the pit, and sincerely thanked Xia Tian.
Just now, he suddenly went crazy without warning, and the true energy in his body went wild without control. If Xia Tian had not given him a shot in time and released the violent true energy in his body, he would probably have been almost the same as Mo Shouxuan, and he would have blown into pieces of flesh and blood all over the ground.
"Ah, Grandpa Master, are you okay?" The little Taoist nun Nianxin immediately called out when she saw the white-haired old man, rushed over and supported him.
"It's okay." The white-haired old man smiled and touched the little Taoist nun Nianxin's head, "You are a good child, as good as your parents. Thank you for your hard work over the years."
The little Taoist nun Nianxin had nothing to do, but she couldn't help crying when she heard this, and didn't know if it was a grievance or something else.
Ning Ruirui looked at the white-haired old man and the Taoist nun Nianxin with a puzzled look on her face. She always felt that there was something in the old man's words, and it seemed that there was something hidden.
"Three, I have just lost most of my old bones, and I am a little tired now." The white-haired old man raised his waist with some difficulty and said with a wry smile: "Please ask three of you to come into the hall and talk. I also want to have some things with you."
"Master and Grandpa, here outside..." At this time, the little Taoist nun Nianxin pointed at the mess all over the ground with a little daring look.
"Those people are calculating in every way, and they will definitely not leave so many traces." The white-haired old man said lightly: "So ignore it, naturally someone will clean up the endgame."
The little Taoist nun Nianxin nodded in a vague way: "Oh."
Ning Ruirui has indeed developed a strong interest in this view of peace of mind, and has many doubts, so she nodded. Xia Tian and Shi Chun both had indifferent expressions, but followed Ning Ruirui into the lobby.
"Thank you again for your life-saving grace, and at the same time, you saved the Anxin Temple so that you will not cut off the inheritance." After entering the lobby, the old man with white hair took his seat, he expressed his gratitude to Xia Tian and the other three. "Since being hurt by the thief thirty years ago, I didn't expect that I, Qiu Jianji, would have a day to recover from sobering, which is also a blessing for heaven."
Ning Ruirui couldn't help but say, "From Mr. Qiu's opinion, is this Mo Shouxuan not your apprentice?"
"Of course not. I, Qiu Jianji, have been wise forever. How could I have such a stupid and dirty apprentice?" The white-haired old man scoffed at Mo Shouxuan in his words, which was completely a very disdainful attitude.
Xia Tian said with a smile: "Then you still hit him thirty years ago, which fully shows that you are stupider than him."
"Hahaha, my friend is so quick to speak. This is right." The old man with white hair didn't mind Xia Tian's verbal offense. After laughing twice, he suddenly remembered something, "Oh, it's really rude. I haven't asked the names of the three benefactors yet."
Ning Ruirui looked up at the white-haired old man, thinking that the old man was indeed a little unconscious and his words were a little overwhelming.
"Don't talk, I'll introduce you." Shi Chun opened his hands, stopped Ning Ruirui and Xia Tian's words, and said with a smile: "My name is Shi Chun, Shi Tou Shi, pure and flawless Chun."
Then he pointed to Ning Ruirui and said, "This is Ning Ruirui, a very famous sports star in the world."
Then he pointed to Xiatian: "He is my brother-in-law, called Xiatian, the summer of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the number one heaven in the world."
"Okay, the introduction is over." Shi Chun clapped his hands with a smile, looking like he was waiting for praise.
Ning Ruirui and Xia Tian looked at each other, and were speechless at Shi Chun's actions.
"It turns out it's Miss Ning, Miss Shi and Mr. Xia, the old Taoist is polite." The white-haired old man bowed to the three of them respectfully, "I'm grateful again."
"Don't always thank you for your thanks, it's a waste of time." Xia Tian yawned lazily, "If you have something to say, if you have nothing to do, then we'll leave."
The white-haired man waved his hand and said with a smile: "Mr. Xia, don't worry, the old Taoist really has something to tell you, and I want to ask you to do another favor to the old Taoist."
Xia Tian curled his lips and refused to comment on this.
"Old Qiu, let's talk about what happened to Mo Shouxuan first." Ning Ruirui couldn't help asking at this time.
"If you want to talk about this person, you have to start from thirty years ago." The old man with white hair couldn't help but fall into memories when he heard Ning Ruirui's question. "You also know that Zhongnan Mountain has been a prosperous place for hermits to escape from the world and practice. When the number of people was the highest, there were nearly tens of thousands of hermits in Zhongnan Mountain."
"Does hermit refer to an immortal cultivator?" Shi Chun asked simply.
The old man with white hair hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head: "Not necessarily, the hermit just wants to live away from the world, stay away from the city, beside the mountains and the breeze. Practice is just a by-pass, after all, if there is really nothing to do, people will be crazy."
"However, Zhongnan Mountain doesn't seem to be big. With tens of thousands of people living there, it's almost the same as a town." Shi Chun was still a little puzzled, "In addition, tourism development, it seems that it's not much quieter."
"Yes, it is also because of these reasons that many people have gone down the mountain." The old man with white hair said with emotion: "But the real reduction of hermits to less than 5,000 is because of the incident thirty years ago."
Ning Ruirui was curious and couldn't help asking: "What incident?"
"Thirty years ago, for some reason, a strange madness suddenly spread among the hermits on the mountain." When the old man said this, his eyebrows were frowning. Obviously, the incident still made him unable to let go after thirty years. "People who are sick will have their true energy in their bodies will be violent uncontrollably. If they are not guided, their meridians will burst and die within three days. At that time, the old Taoist was still well-known in Zhongnan Mountain. Many hermits found me, but the old Taoist was not a good doctor, so they could only help them relieve their true energy and temporarily suppress their condition."
"I haven't mentioned that Mo Shouxuan yet." Shi Chun expressed his opinion while listening with relish, "Also, I'm sick, why don't I find a doctor?"
"It's almost said." The old man with white hair chuckled twice and said lightly: "At that time, the old Taoist really wanted to go over and invite the three most famous doctors in the world, but at that time, the ghost doctor Zhang Mingtuo was in the southwest seedlings, and the far water could not save the near fire."
"Ghost Doctor Zhang Mingtuo?" Shi Chun turned his head and looked at Xia Tian, "Brother-in-law, isn't this your master?"
The white-haired old man was shocked and suspicious: "You are actually a disciple of the ghost doctor Zhang Mingtuo?"
Xia Tian nodded: "Ghost Doctor Zhang Mingtuo is indeed my master."
"As a matter of fact, a famous teacher will be a master." The old man with white hair said with emotion: "I just saw that your acupuncture method to relieve madness for the old Taoist is indeed unparalleled."
Xia Tian casually said, "I learned the needle method myself, and it has nothing to do with the master."
"Mr. Xia is better than blue than blue." The white-haired old man couldn't help but smile embarrassedly.
"What happened later?" Ning Ruirui wanted to continue listening to the story and couldn't help asking questions.
The old man with white hair also remembered that the matter was just halfway through, so he continued, "Later, I could only find another famous doctor. However, Tianyi Xiao disappeared without a trace, so there was only one demon doctor who asked about the medicine. He happened to be in Chang'an City."
"Don't ask about the medicine?" Shi Chun said immediately as he heard the name: "What's his relationship with Mo Shouxuan?"
The old man with white hair replied slowly, "The relationship between grandparents and grandchildren. When the old Taoist found Mo Wen's medicine, he was almost ill, but he still agreed to visit the hospital, and the condition was that I had to accept his grandson as a closed disciple."
"No, he isn't a demon doctor, why is he so sick that he is almost dying." Shi Chun couldn't understand, "You actually believe that he can cure your illness?"
"As the saying goes, a doctor can cure himself but not himself." The old man with a white hair smiled and said, "And don't ask if the medicine is coming to life, he himself knows that there is no medicine to cure it. In order to solve the madness of the hermit, the old Taoist agreed to his request. Afterwards, he arrived at Zhongnan Mountain and indeed solved the madness of the hermit."
Ning Ruirui looked puzzled: "Since it's all solved, why are you still..."
"This is also the reason why Mo Wen Yao is called a demon doctor." The white-haired old man said with regret: "The demon doctor is probably afraid that the old Taoist will ruin his promise after he dies, so he left a hidden danger to all the sick people. Those of us who have had crazy diseases can only rely on their Mo family's unique secret medicine to ensure that the madness will not recur."
"This kind of person is not worthy of being 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. Fellowships and other grievances can be resolved after the disease is cured."
The old man with white hair said with regret: "For the past thirty years, those of us who have had madness have been threatened by Mo Shouxuan. If we don't follow us, we will stop giving medicine. After that, the old Taoist decided not to be threatened by him, so he locked me in the backyard to prevent me from committing suicide."
"Then what exactly does Mo Shouxuan want to do?" Ning Ruirui was a little puzzled, "Mo Wen Yao was doing things to save his life on you. But why is he controlling you for so long?"
"What else can it be for? It's naturally for immortality." The white-haired old man sighed three times, and shook his head with a wry smile.
Xia Tian smiled and said, "It seems that you have all been fooled. No need to think about the madness, but Mo Wen medicine is released. The following series of things are actually for one purpose, which is immortality."
The white-haired old man nodded: "Yes, the old Taoist also had such suspicion in his heart, but now Mo Shouxuan is dead, it can no longer be confirmed."
"Mo Shouxuan alone cannot control such a big thing. There must be other forces behind him." Ning Ruirui thought for a moment and made her own judgment. "Maybe this so-called Hidden Immortal Conference is these people who are doing the trouble."
"You guessed it right, but it was too late." At this time, there was one more person in the lobby and said with a sinister smile: "Because you are all going to die soon."