The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 2071 Dao Ye
"If you leave right away, I will throw this guy out to feed the stray dogs! I've saved his life, and you still want me to take care of his poop and pee?

You think it's enough that he can move now, I won't care if he dies after you leave!" The old Taoist in the tattered Taoist robe in the Taoist temple was shouting.

Hearing this, Da Quanzi, who had one foot in and one foot out, had no choice but to retract his front foot.

"Master Dao, didn't I tell you? I saw that you didn't say anything, so you agreed, didn't you?" Daquanzi was helpless.

"Who told you that if I don't say anything, it means I agree? You can go if you want, but just carry him away!" the old Taoist said angrily, and then picked his teeth with the ribs of a chicken, and in front of him was a mess, full of chicken bones, white and clean chicken bones without a trace of meat.

"Little brother, I've implicated you." Shang Zhen, who was already skin and bones on the pile of firewood, said weakly.

"No, no, you are a hero. You saved everyone in our village. It's my duty to help you." Daquanzi said quickly.

Shang Zhen grinned weakly, then looked at the guy who called himself Taoist.

It happened that the old Taoist was also glancing over sideways, and when their eyes met, the old Taoist curled his lips.

Shang Zhen has been lying here for more than two months, and the weather is getting colder, but according to that Taoist, fortunately he has saved his life.

But this time Shang was seriously injured. Although the bullet did not remain in his body, he was in a coma for several days.

According to the Taoist priest, you are a dead horse that is being treated as a living one. It is because you are lucky and my medical skills are superb.

What else could Shang Zhen say about this? He didn't have the energy to say anything.

I don’t know what kind of medicine the old Taoist poured into his wound, but now Shang Zhen can finally feel the coolness brought by the medicine to his wound.

Now that Shang Zhen was awake, he naturally wanted to send the news that he was still alive back to the camp.

He also knew that he was now a useless person and could not expect the Taoist priest in front of him to take care of him, so he could only wait patiently.

Now that he felt that he could finally move a little, he asked Daquanzi to go back and deliver a letter to him.

If he asked Daquanzi to go back and take care of him, the Taoist priest must have heard it but didn't say anything at the time.

But who would have thought that now, just as the Taoist said, if I don't say anything, you will take it as my consent? There is no such thing!

"I'm telling you two." The Taoist spoke again, "I'm a doctor but I don't have a heart. I saved you purely because I owed this kid (Daquanzi) a favor.

But I saved you this time, so I have repaid you the favor. You still expect me to take care of your shit and urine? No way!"

Since people have said so, what else can Shang Zhen say? He can only continue to be a useless person.

But who would have thought that the Taoist priest would come over and tap him with his toes.

Shang Zhen was not angry. Although this incident aggravated his injuries, he still smiled at the savior in front of him.

Shang Zhen had fought in battles for so many years and traveled all over the country. What kind of people had he not seen? Although this Taoist had a strange temper, he was not unbearable.

"Boy, is there any Taoist priest in your army?" asked the Taoist priest.

"Yes." When Shang Zhen heard the old Taoist ask this, he thought of the young Taoist Li Qingfeng.

"Is he dead?" the old Taoist asked curiously.

"He's not dead. As long as he's a Taoist priest, no matter he's old or young, he's very capable." Shang Zhen saw that the old Taoist priest was talking a lot today and was not stingy in giving him a compliment.

In fact, he didn't know how Li Qingfeng was doing now. When people were in the military camp, the soldiers were always changing. In many cases, there was no difference between soldiers. Their fighting skills might vary, but their determination to fight the Japanese was the same. The only difference was their luck on the battlefield.

"He's really good at talking." The old Taoist glanced at Shang Zhen with a smile, and what Shang Zhen saw was the old Taoist's greasy mouth that had just finished gnawing on a chicken.

The old Taoist priest was about fifty years old, and his appearance was not impressive. His biggest feature was that he had no features, so Shang Zhen thought that if he was asked to fight the Japanese as a plainclothes officer, he would succeed, because he would have a common face. "Master Taoist priest is very capable. When the country is in crisis, why don't you fight the Japanese?" Shang Zhen said slowly.

"Fight the devils?" The old Taoist laughed. "How could it be possible for a Taoist like me?"

Shang Zhen was speechless. Immortal spirit? Forget it. He is a bit sarcastic.

Shang Zhen was recovering from his injuries, which were serious, so he naturally couldn't eat anything else. However, Daquanzi went to a nearby village and got some millet, and he drank millet porridge every day.

But the Taoist priest refused. Yesterday he went out and got a chicken from somewhere. Today he plucked the feathers and gutted it and made the beggar's chicken for himself.

It is said that there are flowery monks among monks, but Shang Zhen didn’t know how to describe this Taoist priest.

Seeing that Shang Zhen was too weak to speak, the old Taoist suddenly lost interest in talking and walked inside. He also lay down on the pile of firewood and began to cross his legs.

Just as Shang Zhen was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard the old Taoist sigh, "I can't go fight the Japanese anymore. If we fight again, there will be no one left in our lineage."

Hmm? Shang Zhen was stunned for a moment before he asked, "Are all the Taoists going to fight the Japanese?"

The old Taoist didn't answer but sighed. After a long while, he said, "Let's see if anyone can come back after the battle."

The implication should be that they agree.

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At this moment, Shang Zhen couldn't help but stand in awe, his mind already flying to the battlefield where the flames of war were raging.

However, he was still seriously injured at the time. He wanted to ask questions but found it difficult to breathe and ultimately did not respond.

But Daquanzi asked, "Master, how many Taoist priests can be accommodated in such a small temple of yours? You make it sound as if there are a lot of people."

The old Taoist looked a little sad, but Daquanzi's words annoyed him again: "Did I tell you that this is a Taoist temple, not a temple? The place where the bald man stays is called a temple!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm sorry, Taoist Master, I forgot, it's the Taoist temple, hehe." Daquanzi apologized and then asked, "I've been to this Taoist temple more than once, and I've only seen you alone. When did there become so many Taoist masters?"

"This small shabby place is where I come to play when I have nothing to do. There are eighteen people in my Taoist temple, but only me and a cripple are left. The others have gone down the mountain to fight the Japanese." The old Taoist sighed.

"So many?" Daquanzi was surprised.

But at this time the old Taoist remained silent again.

The old Taoist was also lying on the haystack. The haystack was soft, so he naturally sank slightly. Shang Zhen turned his head and tried hard to see, but failed, so he could only listen.

"Master Dao, why don't you say anything? Master Dao, you are a man of great ability, so your people will fight--"

"Shut up!"

Seeing that the Taoist priest was talking so much today, Daquanzi wanted to say a few more words, but was interrupted by the Taoist priest.

This old Taoist has always been a little moody. Daquanzi only dared to say a few words to him in the past few days. Once he saw that the old Taoist was unhappy, he could only shut up.

Shang Zhen was drowsy again, but the old Taoist touched him and asked, "Boy, are there any monks in your army?"

"Yes." Shang Zhen responded weakly. Wasn't Da Laoben a monk?
"Is that monk good at fighting?" the old Taoist asked again.

Shang Zhen's lack of energy doesn't mean his brain is slow. He thought of the old Taoist calling the monk baldy and replied, "Not as good as our little Taoist."

Shang Zhen just didn't want to get into a verbal battle with this moody old Taoist priest. He couldn't afford to offend him since he had saved his life, so he thought it would be better to just go along with what he said.

But he never thought that he was right, because the old Taoist said next: "That's right, what's the use of those bald guys? They are usually fat, and even if they join the army, they can only be cooks."

Shang Zhen was speechless, thinking, could it be that the monk and the Taoist priest are also enemies? But why are Da Lao Ben and Li Qingfeng so close?
Shang Zhen was too lazy to think about it anymore and eventually fell into a deep sleep again.