My master is the coffin

Chapter 327 The Woodcutter
The three of us were a little puzzled watching this scene.

Wushuang looked at the abbot: "Is this from your village?"

The abbot pointed to Xiaozi's back and said, "This man is from our village. Not the one who carried the firewood just now."

The two people, one facing the east and the other facing the man, parted ways.

We were standing at Sanchakou, and Wushuang asked me, "What shall we do now?"

I looked at the back of the filial son: "How about we go and have a look?"

Soon, the three of us caught up with the galloping dutiful son.

The filial son's family is fairly well off.The small courtyard with tiles looks very clean.

We followed all the way, but he ran very anxiously and didn't notice us at all.

In the bedroom of the filial son's house lay an old man with gray beard and hair.Relatives and friends filled the room.These people all surrounded the filial son who had rushed back: "Did you get the things?"

Xiaozi nodded excitedly: "I got it, I got it."

Everyone cheered.Surrounded by dutiful sons, they rushed to the kitchen.No need to ask, they planned to cook those two pieces of roots.

Wushuang blinked: "Is that thing medicine?"

I nodded: "It looks like it."

The three of us squeezed into the bedroom.An old lady was sitting there looking after the old man.

The old man closed his eyes slightly, he was breathing in but not out. It seemed that his complexion was very bad.

The old lady obviously knew the abbot, she said: "Nephew, are you here?"

The abbot nodded: "I'll take a look at my uncle." The abbot turned his head and explained to us in a low voice: "We have a little relationship."

We nodded and asked the old lady, "What's the matter, uncle?"

The old lady said with a sad face: "Didn't you get that disease? You can't wake up. You will die in a few days. Hey, three people have died in the village. He is the fourth. Maybe it will be his turn later." me."

Wushuang and I looked at each other, then took a step forward and observed the old man carefully.There seemed to be nothing unusual, not like keeping up with dirty things.

Could it be that he is really just sick?

A few minutes later, the gang rushed out of the kitchen in a swarm.Holding a bowl of soup in his hand, the filial son shouted, "Here it is, Mom, please step aside and let my dad drink this bowl of soup quickly. The illness will be healed."

While giving way, the old lady said, "Be careful. The soup just out of the pot is going to scald him to death."

The filial son opened the old man's mouth and started pouring the soup, saying, "Don't worry, I chilled it in the refrigerator."

Go down with a bowl of soup.It was surprisingly quiet in the house.All eyes were on the old man.Looking forward to a miracle.

Suddenly, a blush appeared on the old man's pale face.Everyone started whispering: "Okay, okay. This is going to be okay."

Then, the old man on the hospital bed lifted the quilt and sat up.He shouted angrily, "What are you all doing around my room? It stinks to death. Get out, get out, all get out."

Although everyone was scolded by the old man, they were driven out.However, all of them had smiles on their faces.It looked very happy.

The abbot grabbed the filial son and asked, "Brother, this medicine seems to be quite effective."

The kid nodded and said, "Isn't it? If it weren't for this medicine, my father would have died."

The abbot asked the filial son, "How did you get this medicine? How did you know that the woodcutter had medicine on him?"

The filial son said: "Let me tell you, not only I know about this matter, but basically everyone in the village knows about it. A few days ago, several people in our village died one after another. You know about this, right?"

The abbot nodded: "I know. My cousin told me."

The filial son said: "Their symptoms are the same as my father's. They are unable to wake up. They were in a coma for three days, and then died. In the past two days, two old men have suffered from such diseases one after another. Among them, the old lady of Da Liu's family , Watching the old man and crying into tears. In the end, I don’t know whether I was confused by crying or touched God. I dreamed of a fairy at night. Tell her. At noon, a woodcutter will pass by the village. You have to burn paper money on the side of the road first to arouse his sympathy. Then treat him to a bowl of mung bean soup. He will give you the herbs. The old lady did as expected, and guess what? The old man is really well. "

I looked at my dutiful son and asked, "So, you do the same, kneel down by the side of the road and burn paper, so that you can get medicine from the woodcutter?"

The filial son nodded, pointed at the old man cheerfully and said, "Look, isn't my dad well?"

The abbot said suspiciously: "Why does this matter sound a little unreliable to me? Have you gone to the hospital for an examination? What disease does the old man have?"

The filial son shook his head: "Who knows. The hospital can't find out at all."

While talking, someone in the yard suddenly shouted: "You ignorant child, why are you still playing here? Your cousin is dying."

The three of us turned around in unison, and saw a sister-in-law looking anxiously at the abbot.

The abbot's face was ashen: "Sister-in-law, don't scare me. What's wrong with my cousin?"

The sister-in-law said: "What's the matter? I'm old and got that disease. I was sitting on the street and chatting with some old men. Suddenly I fell asleep and couldn't wake up again."

The abbot walked out staggeringly, muttering: "Cousin, uncle." Then, he tripped over the threshold and fell to the ground.

The filial son reminded him from behind: "Don't worry, there are three days, as long as you can meet the woodcutter, your cousin will be saved."

The abbot nodded blankly, and hurried home.

Wushuang and I followed behind the abbot.When I arrived at my cousin's house, my cousin had already been carried back.Lying on the bed.

We two monks helped my cousin check it thoroughly.Nothing unusual was found.

The abbot looked at his uncle and said, "I can't help it. I'm going to buy paper money."

We didn't stop him because it was really a last resort.

At noon the next day, the three of us burned paper at the crossroads like the filial son yesterday, chanting while burning paper.

Unexpectedly, yesterday I was still laughing at others, but today I caught up with us.This world news came really fast enough.

However, one day passed, and the stickman did not appear.

The abbot returned home frustrated.

The next day, the filial son still did not show up.

The third day is the only chance.We wait anxiously.However, noon passed quickly, and the firewood-carrying man was still nowhere to be seen.

The abbot sat slumped on the ground and began to scratch his scalp: "What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?"

The three of us sat in the scorching sun.No one offered to go home.

When it was almost evening, the abbot suddenly jumped up.He said loudly, "Here comes the woodcutter."

I quickly stood up and looked in the direction of the village entrance.Sure enough, the firewood cutter was walking over step by step, carrying firewood on his back.

The abbot yelled, and ran towards the woodcutter excitedly, as if a satyr had seen the beautiful woman alone.

The firewood-bearer was startled by the abbot, dropped the firewood, turned around and ran away.

Wushuang and I shouted urgently: "Don't go." Then we outflanked the past from both sides.

This woodcutter has been doing physical work all year round, so he naturally walks like flying. However, no matter how fast his movements are, he is no match for us cultivators.A few minutes later, he was stopped by Wushuang and me.

At this time, the abbot also rushed over.Holding the woodcutter's shoulder tightly, he said hurriedly, "Where's the medicine? Hand over the medicine."

The wood-carrying man touched his chest tremblingly, and then took out two pieces of tree roots: "You want to grab medicine."

The abbot didn't pay any attention to him at all.Holding two pieces of tree roots, he ran home like a fly.

The abbot and I grabbed the stickman, but didn't move.

We looked him up and down and kept testing him.

The wood-carrying man was terrified by us and asked, "What do you want to do?"

I looked at the stickman and shook my head: "He is not a practitioner of Taoism."

Wushuang nodded: "Indeed not."

I asked the firewood bearer, "Where did you get these tree roots? What does it have to do with you if the villagers get sick?"

The wood-carrying man shook his head: "I can't say anything about it."

I took out the mahogany sword, put it on his neck, and asked, "Where did it come from?"

The wood-carrying man shivered and said, "It was given by the god, an old god."

I looked at him suspiciously: "What's going on?"

The wood-carrying man said, "These things were all done by an old god."

(End of this chapter)