After being poisoned by her lover

Chapter 58 Taoist Medicine
During this silent time, except for the natural barrier of the cliff due to the terrain, there were no strong men with guns patrolling and investigating nearby.

The open space on three sides of the wooden house was surrounded by people. The inner three floors and the outer three floors, apart from the Zhao family at the beginning, the Qiansunli family also appeared one after another.

The outfits that show his identity are very complete, as if he was afraid that others would not be able to tell which one he belonged to.

The equipment is even more luxurious than the other.

Ye Zhaoling saw a lot of Barrett and mini-cannons.

If Qingcheng Mountain was not more than 900 meters above sea level, the terrain is steep, and the winding road was not built for fear of disturbing Mama, these people would have a high probability of driving their tanks up the mountain!

Ye Zhaoling looked at the short knife in his hand and the Tang knife pinned in his coat, and then at the bald hairy dumpling in front of him who was digging and digging.

Ye Zhaoling: 6.

Mao: What kind of eyes do you have!Are you insulting my personality in your heart?Damn humans!

Ye Zhaoling ignored it and fell into deep thought.

It seems that the plan to go to the top of Qingcheng Mountain has to be postponed, and she may even have to be a cave knight all night...

Fortunately, I went down the mountain in the morning and treated my shoulder injury.

Although it cracked a little when hitting ugly things, but now the bleeding is not violent.

Otherwise, with the addition of the hole in her chest, even if she won't be discovered, it's just a dog lurking in this corner, with two serious injuries that continue to bleed, so it's hard to guarantee that she won't lose too much blood and send it here .

Originally, she thought that Ye Jiu's idea of ​​letting her stay on Qingcheng Mountain was indeed reasonable...

Mao Tuanzi was digging the soil, and suddenly turned his head and opened his mouth wide. Ye Zhaoling saw the strange scene below through the two rows of big teeth, and quickly closed its big mouth, preventing it from screaming.

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The ten people around the old man entered the wooden house one after another.

A few minutes later, each of them came out holding an iron basin covered with a white cloth.

The old man woke up from the fugue, and saw a child struggling to hold the iron basin, and was about to take the iron basin from his hand, but was blocked by the mother beside the boy.

Her expression was firm and calm from beginning to end, and she shook her head at him.

"Sir, after he started school, he liked to silently write the Taoist scripture you taught. Ah Bao, isn't that the case?"

The boy stared at his mother with wide-eyed eyes, opened his mouth a little timidly, and shrank away from the old man before he dared to speak: "Mom, I'm only six years old, and I can't even remember the pinyin! You obviously asked me to write that word." Draw it according to the copybook... draw every day, draw every day, can you not recognize it?"

The old man's skinny palm paused on top of the little boy's head for a few seconds. After all, he didn't touch his head. Instead, he turned his back and looked at the boiling iron pot on the stone stove in front of him with his black hood. I can hear the choking and trembling in those words: ""Taishangdongxuan Lingbao Wuquanren Top Grade Wonderful Sutra", old man, I was still playing in mud when I was six years old, and Xiaobao can read at six years old! Qianlang! Not bad, not bad."

Then he turned his head, the crutches shook the black robe, and it fell to the ground, revealing the Taoist robe inside, with a yin and yang mask still covering his face, he took out a yellow scarf from his pocket and put it on Above the head, the person volleyed and sat next to the iron pot.

A copper bell floated by his hand, and he grabbed the bell and shook it.

"Clang clang!—"

Then the sound was like a bell.

"Three thanks!"

The people kneeling on the edge of the clearing all faced the direction of the iron pot and kowtowed like pounding garlic.

This is hundreds of people!

For a moment, it seemed to go back to June [-]th, on the top of Qingcheng Mountain, Wuqianye's family worshiped the nanny temple.

Ye Zhaoling was also one of the melon-eating crowd watching the ceremony.

Looking at this funny scene, she almost had the illusion that she had become some kind of big shot.

Because of the direction of people kneeling, behind the iron pot is a wooden house, behind the wooden house is a cliff, and on the top of the cliff, Ye Zhaoling, a dog, is lying on his stomach.

Ye Zhaoling hesitated for a moment: How about, I also kowtow to add to the fun?

"The sages of the ancient times, who embody the power of the two qi, and the objects of the three talents, created the epoch to count them, and drew hexagrams to understand their changes. And the chronology has the method of Dayan, and the hexagram has the text of inference, which is born of the calendar. Yan."

"The time has come, it's time to enter the pot."

"After entering the pot, the fire cannot be stopped!"

This is the scene that Ye Zhaoling least wants to see.

The ten people carrying the iron basin lined up, and one after another lifted the white cloth on the iron basin, revealing a pitch-black basin of juice.

There seemed to be something still in it.

After pouring it into the big black pot, a breath instantly swept across the entire Mount Qingcheng.

There is no exaggeration at all, even if people are separated by a certain distance from the iron pot, and even Ye Zhaoling stays in a high cave, it seems to be pulled into another realm in an instant, what he sees and hears is only the black pot .

This taste! ——

An intoxicating fragrance came to the face like spring wind turning into rain.

Ye Zhaoling took a deep breath, and a strong fragrance filled his nose.This smell actually makes people feel very comfortable, like bursts of warm sunlight shining on the body.

Sunlight?

Ye Zhaoling raised his head and looked at a tree not far away.

The shadows of the trees whirled like ghosts, and the full moon hung high in the sky, but the sky and the earth were still sleeping soundly in the thick darkness, making people sleepless.

Watching people pouring pots of unknown objects into the black pot one after another, and then the fragrance swept over everything, the group of the four families kneeling down to worship the black pot kowtowed, fanatical and excited, and I don't know what time it is.

Ye Zhaoling felt his hair stand on end. After taking a few puffs, he felt countless thoughts popping up in his mind.

She seemed to remember a lot of things, but she couldn't seem to remember anything.

She didn't know if this was her hallucination.

Because she did recall a lot of things, and those things were familiar to her, she had seen them with her own eyes, and even did them with her own hands.

She lowered her head and looked at Mao Tuanzi, but she didn't see where it had a nose, but she could only pinch her own nose: "Do you smell anything?"

Mao Tuanzi: ... Are you dementia?With such a disgusting smell, I blocked all five senses the moment it came out.

Ye Zhaoling frowned, took out a mask from his pocket and put it on, but it was useless.

The smell is weird, as if something was forced into a person's brain.

but……

Ye Zhaoling looked at the old Taoist priest next to the black pot. This guy was muttering words, and the copper bell in his hand followed a certain pattern, shaking and stopping.

After all, after the contents of the iron basin were poured into the pot, there was something wrong with the soup in it.

Or is there a problem with the scriptures recited by the Taoist priest and the Taoist bell in his hand? !
Ye Zhaoling looked at them without blinking, as if afraid of missing some important information.

Mao Tuanzi: I suddenly remembered that this old man was the only Taoist doctor on Mount Qingcheng back then, and the plaque he received from the Holy Hand of Humane Heart could burn for more than a dozen winters.It is said that when he was young, he was still a disciple of a certain sect, but he was expelled from the sect for practicing forbidden arts.Therefore, he not only cures diseases and saves lives, but also is proficient in divination and fortune-telling.

Chairman Mao: It was rumored that he was a friend of Taoist Baiyu, but he never admitted it.Moreover, although he is a benevolent doctor and teaches Taoism, he never accepts disciples, and he does not allow others to call him Taoist priest or master.

Chairman Mao: Only the old people on Mount Qingcheng know his prescriptions. Even today, many people are willing to believe in him, and even give their all to get the prescriptions.By the way, his name is Lu Hangao, his real name, not his stage name.

Mr. Hangao?

Are this Hangao and that Hangao the same person?

Mao: It’s just that I can’t understand it. He’s going to die this year. Now that he’s making a fuss, isn’t it clear that he won’t end well?What exactly is he trying to do?Why bother?
Ye Zhaoling was also thinking: "No wonder these people trust him so much and are even willing to give everything. It turns out that he really has such abilities."

The world is indeed full of unknown forces.

Ye Zhaoling's gaze swept over the gurgling black pot, the old Taoist priest beside the black pot, the ten men, women and children sitting next to the black pot, and then the kowtowers walking around the edge of the dense forest.

Because of trust, preconceived ideas, so worship, belief, don't think too much.

Being in the game, I don't know what to do.

The sound of bang bang was even noisier than that of cicadas chirping in June.

Ye Zhaoling was condescending, staring at them quietly, feeling the power of this fanatical belief, but felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

Mao: Kowtowing these people are crazy!
Mao: They don't really think that they can reach the sky in one step after boiling a pot of soup that they don't know what it is? !

Her face changed again and again, but her heart became more and more nervous, and her fists were clenched tightly.

The aroma wafting in the air made Ye Zhaoling feel sick.

However, there was an urge in her heart to drink a bowl of soup from the black pot!

The bell on Ye Zhaoling's wrist made a crisp sound, which was so small that it was not easy to be noticed. She glanced at the bell, suppressed the doubts in her heart, and was shocked: "Is there really a way to control people's hearts in this world?" ?”

"What magic did he use?!"

(End of this chapter)