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Chapter 210 Everyone... Will you take me in, a poor Taoist?

"This... won?"

The "Qing Zhuang" headed by Zhang Baiqi looked at each other in blank disbelief, still in disbelief.

That mountain-like monster with a beastly body was actually subdued by a piece of black cloth.

Even though they witnessed this scene with their own eyes, they were still a little dazed.

"We...really won?"

Zhang Baiqi repeated it again, his eyes were empty.

After a long while, the earth-shattering cry rose from the ground: "We won!!!"

"We defeated... the famine beast."

Holding a cane, Zhang Liusan sat tremblingly on a bluestone.

At first, I was absent-minded for a while, but after I realized it, I couldn't help crying.

In his early years, he traveled with the "immortal god" as an attendant, and he has a wealth of experience.

The juniors in the village also like to pester him to tell stories.

"Cui Qingtian kills the evil dragon at the entrance of the vegetable market", "Mr. Zhou wisely breaks the Yellow Sheep Way", "Mr. Mo saves a country by talking about soldiers on paper", "Wang Yiren transforms mortals in the rain and enlightens the Tao", "The Sloppy Way Steps into the Nether with a Sword"...

There are countless stories in his belly, but there is only one missing: "Mayfly Shakes the Big Tree".

When he was young, this fantasy had flashed through his mind, but as he got older, he had already suppressed it in his heart.

I never thought that today, decades later, I will become the "protagonist" of this drama.

Thousands of years later, through people's word of mouth, he will eventually become a legendary figure like "Mr. Zhou" and "Mr. Mo".

It will always "live" in the hearts of countless "worms".

"Father..."

The Taoist, who had turned gray almost overnight, was sitting on the ground with his legs trembling slightly, holding a nine-jointed staff.

In this dark night with low visibility, he looked a little older than Zhang Liusan.

"Master!"

Zhang Liusan subconsciously let out an exclamation, and the revelers followed the sound.

Then I saw the Taoist with flying white hair, muddy body, and a relaxed smile on his face.

It's just that he looked tired and wrinkled horizontally, as if he was about to fall asleep in the next second.

It's hard to keep my eyes open...

Fushui pulls out thousands of insects, stone monuments rise in the rain, immortals point out the way, life-saving summons thunder...

The scenes that happened in the past two days quickly emerged in the minds of the townspeople.

This Taoist who is not related to them, just because of the compassion and enthusiasm in his heart, actually lost the most precious thing "life" on them, the ant people.

"cough."

The gray-robed Taoist coughed lightly, seeing everyone looking at him with concern and worry, he just said "no problem".

After recovering some of his physical strength, he stood up with Zhang Baiqi's support and looked at everyone.

The voice was exhausted, but in order to comfort everyone, he deliberately put on a joking tone:
"Folks, what are you talking about? Mayflies can shake trees, but insects may not be as good as the so-called 'fairies'...cough!"

As he spoke, he spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"Master!"

Zhang Baiqi hurried forward to help.

The gray-robed Taoist only waved his hand, said "no problem", and explained to everyone: "This is the dirty blood accumulated in the body after casting the spell, just spit it out."

Then he continued: "Pindao has been studying medicine with his master in this mountain since he can remember, and it has been 30 years since now."

"After the master left, he practiced medicine everywhere, only for the matter of pulse diagnosis and medicine. I thought to myself that there is no one in this hundred thousand green hills."

After all, he showed complacency at the right time, like a smart and cunning young man, and couldn't help but make the sad townspeople burst into tears.

"Relying on this 'very powerful' and 'very powerful' medical skills, Pindao went this way and saved many people."

"It's the frightening [Insect Dwelling Plate] that dares to fight back, cast Taoism, and fight against it with the body of an 'worm'."

"Every battle is never defeated."

"But slowly, Pindao discovered that this medical skill medicine stone can only heal the skin and body, but it cannot touch the heart."

"Studying medicine...can't save Dajingren."

"Insects, ant people...these two words are the ones I hear the most along the way."

"seriously……"

Ji Nian's eyes fell on those faces, and a sentence burst out of his throat that should not have come from the mouth of a "grey-robed Taoist": "It's a bit boring."

"They are all human beings, born with the body of primates, why should they be suppressed by those who have attained the 'Tao', and be deprived of the qualification to call themselves 'human'."

"Obviously many things, such as this 'famine beast', can be solved by experience and knowledge, no worse than those so-called 'fairy gods'!"

Facing everyone's complicated gazes, he continued, "But just when Pindao had such an idea, he suddenly thought of a sentence that Master often said, 'Why not eat minced meat'."

"There is an allusion to this, and I will talk to you in detail when I have time in the future."

"Just talk about Pindao's thoughts at that moment: Not every 'bug' is like Pindao, who has the means of 'burning life' and the knowledge accumulated over the years."

"Thinking about it carefully, people who are as poor as Dao are actually no different from those who have attained the 'Dao'."

"It would be arrogance to kidnap you with your own brains."

"When I wash up every morning, I look at the face in the copper mirror and feel bitter and ugly."

"Daoist, you are our benefactor, you must not say that." Zhang Liusan hurriedly got up and said.

The gray-robed Taoist only helped the old man back to the bluestone, and said with a light smile: "To tell you the truth, I don't hesitate to use my life as firewood to do things for everyone these two days. In fact, I have a bit of 'compensation' in mind."

"It can be seen that when everyone sees this long hair turning white, they feel guilty and distressed. Pindao suddenly realizes that he has done something wrong again."

"The 'compensation' that Pindao thinks of is a huge burden for you."

"Simply took advantage of today's opportunity to speak out."

"What do you all think of... poor way?"

"The Taoist priest is naturally the best person in the world!" Zhang Yan's voice hadn't finished changing yet, her voice was still a little shrill, but it was a little more sincere.

"Chuyan... Feiyan is right. The Taoist priest is the benefactor of Shijie Town. We all respect and love you." Zhang Baiqi said from the side, his eyes were red.

"As I said just now, Pindao also has his own thoughts, not like yours..."

Before the gray-robed Taoist could say "yes", the townspeople said in unison, "Then we believe you too!"

The gray-robed Taoist fell silent when he heard the sound, stretched out his hand to wipe his face, let out a long breath, and repeated: "Studying medicine can't save Dajingren."

"The one hundred thousand green hills seem to be fresh and green, full of vitality, but in fact they are full of hunger and bones."

"If I practice medicine alone, if I am exhausted, how many people can I help?"

"Just talking about Shijie Town, Pindao is not stupid. Why are you afraid of 'Master Gao'? I also have speculations in my heart."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked at the ruins of the small temple. There were still several pieces of bones scattered inside, and his face darkened.

"If you just pat the clothes and leave after pulling out the worms, maybe one day, your fresh faces will melt into bones."

"Instead of practicing medicine everywhere and doing useless work, it is better to use one place as a spark and a foundation, and gradually become a prairie fire."

"Vigorously disseminate my Taoism and knowledge, so that these one hundred thousand green hills, and even the scenic spots... will be free of bugs."

"Then, everyone...would you like to take in me, a poor Taoist?"

(End of this chapter)