Qimen Holy Physician

Chapter 230 Six years ago, he came

As a big disciple, if I can understand the meaning of the master's last effort to stop me just now, even the master is not this person's opponent, and I must not look down on people like this.

If he was the only one, he would definitely rush forward regardless of everything, but now he is not alone, he can't just watch his juniors fight meaninglessly, and even the fight is to praise himself, because even others If the clothes don't get on them, they will be beaten.

Although the identity of the other party is not clear yet, since he can come to the master, the master will naturally know him, and he will not worry about not being able to find the target in the future.

With such thoughts, if you can bear it.

Carry the master into the back hall, in a bedroom, Ruo can gently put the master on the bed, and another junior brother carried Ruo Wu to another bed.

After that, if you can sit aside, write a prescription, and hand it to a junior.

If he didn't say anything, then the junior brother would agree, and immediately ran out to grab the medicine.

Under the teaching of Shifan, these apprentices of him all have first-hand medical skills, especially if they can stand out.

In addition to this junior, another junior from Ruoneng went to prepare the stove and medicine pots. After a while, the disciple who grabbed the medicine came back, and the medicine stove had already been set up to heat up.

After the washed medicinal materials were put in, the unique spring water in the mountain was added immediately, and the medicine began to be boiled.

After a while, the room exudes the smell of medicinal herbs, which is a bit astringent, and it makes people feel peaceful after smelling it for a long time.

And at this moment, Shifan's fingers moved, as if he had consciousness.

"Master?" Ruo Neng asked tentatively.

Shifan opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't say anything. Instead, his throat was muffled, as if he couldn't breathe, like the deep and hoarse voice coming out of a broken bellows, and like his throat was clogged with sticky phlegm, it was very difficult and strenuous voice.

Ruo could frown slightly, sat on the head of the bed, raised Shi Fan's head, and massaged Shi Fan's chest with his right hand. Following his movements, Shi Fan's breathing became softer.

As time went by, Shifan's sound of breaking the bellows gradually became weaker, and his breathing became much smoother.

"Cough cough!"

Suddenly, Shi Fan coughed violently. When all the disciples were nervous, if they could suddenly slap Shi Fan on the back, Shi Fan would immediately cough up a mouthful of bloody phlegm!
All the disciples turned pale with shock, and if they could stretch out their hands without changing their expressions, there was a handkerchief in their hands that had been prepared long ago, and immediately wrapped up the ball of bloody phlegm.

At the same time, a long breath came from Shifan's mouth, full of comfort.

If you can throw away the square veil and turn your head, Shifan has slowly opened his eyes at this time.

Shi Fan looked older than before, the wrinkles on his face were as deep as grooves, his skin was dark and wrinkled, and there were spots of age spots on his bald head, giving him the appearance of an octogenarian.

Shi Fan's eyes were cloudy and lifeless at the moment, he looked at the faces of several disciples one by one, and finally his eyes fell on the face of Ruoneng beside him.

If you haven't seen Shi Fan's powerful actions just now, no one would have thought that this plain old monk is a real master.

"Master..." If he could whisper, there was some blame in his tone, more guilt.

Shi Fan smiled slightly, and said in a low voice: "It's okay... It's a good fortune teller for a teacher, and I walked around the gate of hell..."

"Master, you...you shouldn't have left us in the apse..." Ruoneng said.

"Don't warn you that much, why do you still let you come over and get beaten?" Shi Fan sighed, thinking of how bad Luo Chen was just now, his heart was full of heaviness.

He had heard Luo Chen's voice before, so he warned his disciples not to come out in the apse, or they would be punished severely, and then he came to see Luo Chen.

Although he had hurt Luochen before, Shifan knew that with Luochen's character, if he was not fully sure, he would not come to him again.

Shi Fan's prediction was not bad. Although Luochen didn't directly kill him this time, it still beat him badly. If his disciples were present at that time, the consequences would be absolutely unpredictable.

"Bring me the medicine." Shi Fan didn't say any more, but said.

The disciple who boiled the medicine was stunned for a moment, then remembered the medicine he had just boiled, turned around immediately, and found that the medicine had already been boiled by some time, so he ran over quickly.

Pour the medicine into a blue-rimmed bowl with a deep mouth, and the disciple carefully brought it in front of Ruoneng.

Ruo Neng took it, and was about to feed Master a spoonful, but Shi Fan shook his head slightly.

Ruo Neng was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, brought the bowl to Shi Fan's mouth, and Shi Fan gulped it down immediately, as if ignoring the hot medicine.

After a while, a bowl of medicine bottomed out.

If Shi Fan could wipe the corners of his mouth clean, Shi Fan then sat cross-legged on the bed and slowly adjusted his breath.

And Ruoneng went to another bed, massaged Ruowu, and fed him medicine, but Ruowu didn't wake up so quickly.

The night at Huanglong Temple was quiet. Although there were faithful men and women who came to greet them with concern, they were all declined by the disciples guarding the door.

I don't know how long it took, Shi Fan suddenly let out a long breath, the breath was like white practice, and was sucked back by Shi Fan after exhaling.

In the midsummer weather, this cloud of gas can be seen with the naked eye, which is very strange, but none of the disciples in the room were curious, as if they were used to it.

Shi Fan opened his eyes, still cloudy eyes, but not as weak as before, and regained his previous indifference, as if nothing aroused his interest.

"Master, how do you feel?" Ruoneng and the brothers all said in unison.

Seeing concerned gazes, Shi Fan shook his head and said with a smile, "It's okay to be a teacher."

After finishing speaking, Shi Fan looked around at several disciples and said slowly: "I know that you are curious, and you are extremely upset about what happened today, so I will tell you what happened back then."

Hearing what Shi Fan said, everyone's eyes lit up if they could.

There was a nostalgic look in Shifan's eyes, and after a moment of distraction, he said again: "Actually, the matter is not complicated. Six years ago, this old Taoist named Luochen came to Longtan Mountain, but he didn't enter Huanglong Temple. To him, it is also at Longting Pavilion."

"At that time, he looked a little down, as if he had just experienced something, I asked him what was wrong, he didn't answer me at that time, he just said that he was very interested in Longting Pavilion and the history here, I saw that he was a little bit Strange, and worried about accidents, I started chatting with him outside Longting Pavilion..."

"He said that he had observed Longtan Mountain before, it is the hidden dragon earth energy, if the people here are not rich, there may be disasters.

I saw that what he said was reasonable, and I discovered this through the classics and observations in the temple over the years, so I told him what I knew, but I didn't expect..."

Having said that, Shi Fan sighed, with a look of regret in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)