Peerless Little Divine Doctor: The Beautiful CEO Falls for Me

Before dawn, the mountains behind Sanshui Village were shrouded in a thin layer of white mist.

This fog is very different; it's white like milk and has an indescribable sweet smell.

Chen Yuanbao sat under the old locust tree in his yard, opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed in them.

I just broke through to a higher realm yesterday, and my whole body feels as comfortable as if I had soaked in a hot spring for three days.

After standing up, he shook his shoulders, and his bones made a cracking sound.

"Once you reach this level, the feeling is different."

He clicked his tongue and muttered to himself, "I used to feel really uncomfortable when casting spells, but now... hey, it's as refreshing as having diarrhea."

The metaphor may not sound very nice, but it conveys the correct meaning.

He walked to the middle of the courtyard, took out a small jade bottle from his pocket, and poured out about half a bottle of spiritual spring water. As soon as the water came out, the air in the entire courtyard seemed to vibrate, as if someone had seen their biological father.

Chen Yuanbao made a hand seal and muttered it softly to himself.

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Heaven, send down a rain to nourish the land!"

He recited the vernacular version; he couldn't remember all the authentic incantations, but he could convey the general meaning.

The most important thing about spirituality is sincerity; it doesn't require literary talent.

The half-bottle of spiritual spring water in his hand suddenly turned into mist and drifted with the wind towards the back mountain.

As it floats, it grows larger and wider, eventually covering an entire mountainside by the time it reaches the medicinal herb field.

As soon as the fog dissipated, a light drizzle began to fall.

The rain was light, like raindrops sifted through a sieve, falling to the ground little by little without even making a dent.

But wherever the rain falls, the land immediately changes color, turning from the original gray and dry land into black and moist land, looking so tempting that you want to take a bite.

Xuan Yi was the first one to get up in the village.

Ever since he was stunned by Chen Yuanbao's "summoning wind and rain" technique, this Taoist priest has become fascinated. Every day at the first crow of the rooster, he gets up and wanders around Chen Yuanbao's yard, ostensibly to "comprehend the secrets of heaven," but in reality, he just wants to get another chance to broaden his horizons.

At this moment, he was sitting on a rock at the back of the mountain eating a cold steamed bun. The bun was steamed by Widow Liu yesterday, and she added some spiritual spring water to it, making the ordinary white steamed bun taste like a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

As soon as a wisp of mist drifted over, the steamed bun in Xuan Yi's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

He didn't pick it up, staring wide-eyed as the mist spread from the foot of the mountain all the way to the entire medicinal herb field.

"My God..." Xuan Yi's mouth gaped open wide enough to fit two steamed buns. "This...this is nectar! This is celestial nectar!"

He hurriedly stood up and kowtowed to the ground, crying, "Master Chen! Fellow Daoist! Uncle-Master! Master! I was wrong, I was blind to your greatness before!"

He rattled off four terms of address in one breath, each more intimate than the last.

At this point, the villagers began to get up one after another.

Li Ergou was the first to run to the edge of the field. He was a notorious lazybones in the village, and he got up so early simply because he was holding in his pee. But when he got to the edge of the field, he didn't even want to pee anymore, and his eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

"Good heavens! How did my land become like this?"

Yesterday, their small plot of land was so dry that cacti could grow there, and even birds wouldn't bother with it. Today, it's so wet you could wring water out of it, and earthworms have been turned up and are dancing in the soil.

Li Ergou plopped down on the ground, his mouth full of dirt.

"Sweet! This land is sweet!"

"Ergou, are you out of your mind?" Aunt Wang from next door came out to empty her chamber pot. "What are you doing eating dirt so early in the morning?"

"Auntie, try some! Taste the soil!"

Aunt Wang took a small amount with some skepticism, tasted it, and the chamber pot fell to the ground with a "clatter".

"Ouch, my back!" She suddenly stopped as she bent down to pick up the chamber pot. "Huh? Why doesn't my back hurt anymore?"

Old Zhao, who lives at the village entrance, is even more remarkable. The old man is over seventy years old and has suffered from chronic leg pain for thirty years. Whenever it rains, he feels as if nails are stuck in his legs. Today, he was awakened by what was happening outside, and he went outside with his cane to see what was going on, taking a deep breath as he did so.

"ah--"

After letting out a long howl, Old Man Zhao threw away his cane.

"My leg! My leg is healed!"

He immediately kicked the shuttlecock twice on the spot, his movements were very agile, just like a twenty-year-old.

The entire Sanshui Village was in an uproar.

The back pain has subsided, the cough has stopped, and even the pockmarks on Qian Mazi's face have faded.

"Master Chen! Master Chen has appeared!"

Someone shouted, and the whole village rushed to Chen Yuanbao's yard.

At this moment, Chen Yuanbao was lying on a recliner in the courtyard.

Widow Liu came out carrying a bowl of millet porridge and saw this scene at the door, her face turning red.

These past two days, she herself has felt very strange, as if her whole body has been transformed into a different form, and she doesn't even recognize herself when she looks in the mirror.

"Yuanbao, have some porridge." She handed him the bowl.

Chen Yuanbao took the porridge, took a big gulp, smacked his lips, and said, "Sister-in-law, the porridge you made is even better than the porridge in a five-star hotel in the city."

"You've never eaten at a five-star hotel before," Widow Liu glared at him.

"That's just my guess."

Just as everyone was joking around, the courtyard gate was suddenly pushed open with a "bang," and Xuan Yi scrambled in, falling to his knees with a "thud."

"Master, please accept me as your disciple!"

Chen Yuanbao almost choked on the porridge.

"What are you doing? Why are you kowtowing so early in the morning?"

"Master, please accept me as your disciple," Xuan Yi said, wiping away his tears. "All these years I've only learned unorthodox methods. Seeing you like this today, I finally understand what true immortality and venerable spirit are! This disciple is willing to guard the mountain, watch the courtyard, sweep the floor, and empty the chamber pots for you!"

"Stop, stop," Chen Yuanbao quickly shook his head and said, "Forget about emptying the chamber pot, my sister-in-law does that very well."

Widow Liu blushed and raised her hand to slap him.

Xuan Yi remained kneeling there, not getting up.

Chen Yuanbao sighed. Seeing that the Taoist priest was a sincere person, he said, "If you're willing to guard the mountain, then go ahead and do it. Don't call me Master anymore; it sounds awkward. If you're interested, I can teach you a breathing technique; you can practice it on your own."

Xuan Yi's eyes lit up immediately, as if a light bulb had been switched on.

"real?"

Why would I lie to you?

Chen Yuanbao casually patted Xuan Yi's forehead, and a wisp of spiritual energy surged into Xuan Yi's sea of ​​consciousness.

Xuan Yi immediately closed his eyes to feel it, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of tears.

"Master... Fellow Daoist, I will never forget this kindness and virtue!"