I am going to live forever in the world of mortals

Chapter 42

The sky turns fish belly white...

The two little larks flew back at some point, chattering and chattering on the big banyan tree, occasionally looking up at the Taoist who was breathing and practicing under the tree.

At this time, on the cold mountain trail...

An Jiuling led a middle-aged man in his thirties up the stairs. The middle-aged man looked anxious, as if he was bothered by something.

And behind them, there were a few people carrying a rather peculiar seat, on which was tied a half-grown child with convulsive hands and feet, white eyes, and a little foam at the corner of his mouth...

The middle-aged man looked a little haggard, and looked back at the half-grown child who was tied to the seat from time to time, his eyes were full of distress.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and asked cautiously: "Brother An, Doctor Tong said that there is a miracle doctor on this mountain who can cure dog hysteria, but he doesn't know what I should call it?"

"Lord Zhao, there is no need to worry too much."

An Jiuling could also see the anxiety in his expression, and explained with a smile: "The one on the mountain is my uncle, and my uncle is the master of this Hanshan Taixu Temple, Mr. Zhao, you can just praise him. "

"Taoist..."

Hearing that the other party was a Taoist priest, the middle-aged man called Mr. Zhao was stunned. Because of some things, he had also invited some Taoist priests to exorcise evil spirits and cure diseases, but the effect was minimal, so he was very concerned about those bluffing and deceiving people. The Taoist priests did not have a good impression.

"Brother An, to be honest..."

He sighed and said: "Gouzi has been suffering from hysteria for some time, and I have sought medical treatment everywhere. Not only Dr. Tong, but also other doctors have said that Gouzi's hysteria is caused by dirty things on his body. , the Taoist priest on the mountain should be able to cure this disease, right?"

"I can't promise you that..."

An Jiuling changed the subject and said quite firmly: "But I think, if even my uncle can't cure Mr. Ling's hysteria, then no one in Gusu can cure it."

The middle-aged man called Mr. Zhao wanted to say a lot when he heard this, but thinking of asking for something, he could only agree: "I hope."

His real name is Zhao Chenghui, and he is the inspector of the capital of Gusu City. He is responsible for managing the local city appearance, public security, etc. He can be regarded as a sesame official who has just entered the rank...

He has a straight personality, a clean and honest official, and is also a good at investigating and handling cases. He is well-known among the people.

A few days ago, the only son in his family came back from a trip, and for some reason he fell ill and suffered from hysteria.

He sought medical treatment everywhere but to no avail. Not only were medicines and stones hard to heal, but he also asked someone to do decontamination after listening to the local prescriptions.

Just in time, I heard that Dr. Tong from Tongjia Medical Center was cured of his hand disease, so I went to seek medical treatment. After seeing it, Dr. Tong also said that the disease may be caused by dirty things, and it cannot be cured by medicine.

Just when he was in despair, Dr. Tong asked An Jiuling to lead the way and asked him to take his only son to Taixuguan for a try.

So here comes the rush...

When we are halfway up the mountain...

Zhao Chenghui frowned, and saw another group of people climbing the mountain, and the goal seemed to be too far-fetched.

Among the pedestrians, a woman in white clothes was the head, followed by a middle-aged man with a cloth strip wrapped in his left hand, who seemed to have an injury on his hand, and a few others, although they were tall and strong, but they were all tall and strong. Bearing the burden, they are obviously roles like servants.

The woman in white seemed to be admiring the scenery along the cold mountain path, and she walked in a leisurely manner, so the pace of the people behind her was also not fast.

The cold mountain path is not wide, and a group of people at the front door took up most of the mountain road with their loads, and a group of people behind carried patients and couldn't get through.

Zhao Chenghui was already worried about his son, so he stepped forward with a slight frown and called out: "Zhao didn't want to disturb you heroes who are watching the scenery along the way, but the dog is seriously ill and urgently goes up the mountain to seek medical treatment, can you please make way for the heroes? Let us go first?"

"..."

When Jin Chuanchang saw someone disturbing the saintess, he was about to turn around and scold the other party for being blind, but before he could speak, the saint stopped him with a wave of his hand.

Lu Zhaozhao turned his head and glanced at the group of people behind him, as well as the half-grown child who was tied to the seat, and said with some surprise: "Your son seems to be stained with evil spirits?"

Zhao Chenghui was startled when he heard the words, and hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Forgive me for my clumsy eyesight, but I didn't realize that the girl is also a doctor."

"I'm not a doctor..."

Lu Zhaozhao shook his head, and asked rather curiously: "I just heard that you went to the mountain to seek medical treatment, and what you are seeking is that Daoist Zhang Taixu?"

"This……"

Zhao Chenghui glanced at An Jiuling beside him with some embarrassment, and said, "I'm ashamed to say that Doctor Tong in the city recommended me here, but I came here in a hurry, and I don't know the name of the miracle doctor I'm looking for."

An Jiuling interjected: "My uncle is the master of the Taixu temple, indeed his name is Zhang Taixu, does this sister know my uncle?"

Lu Zhaozhao looked at An Jiuling with great interest, and asked with a smile, "Is Zhang Taixu your uncle?"

"Yes."

An Jiuling nodded and explained: "My master was also a monk in Taixu Temple in the early years, but he returned to the vulgar more than ten years ago. My master said that 'Taixu' is the Taoist name of the masters of Taixu Temple in the past, and Master Both Master Zhang Yangming and Martial Uncle used to be disciples of Grand Master Zhang Yangming, and they are called Senior Brothers in private, so Zhang Taixu is naturally my Martial Uncle now."

"Hahahaha~ Well said~"

"Sister, do you know my uncle?"

"There was a relationship..."

Lu Zhaozhao nodded with a smile, then waved his hand to signal the group of people behind him to get out of the way, and said, "Today I also came to visit your uncle, since you are eager to seek medical treatment, why don't you go first?"

"Thank you for your kindness, girl."

Zhao Chenghui saw that the other party gave way, and hurriedly bowed his hands to express his thanks, and then waved his hands to signal the person carrying the seat to follow him first.

"Thank you sister for your kindness..."

An Jiuling also cupped her hands in thanks, and said with a smile, "I still have to lead the way, so I won't talk to my sister any more."

"Go."

Lu Zhaozhao nodded slightly...

When two pedestrians meet on the mountain road, the first mover gives way, and the later one takes the lead, but they meet by chance.

But for some reason, when Lu Zhaozhao saw the pedestrian rushing up the mountain to seek medical treatment, he seemed to be more interested in the Taixu Temple, not only to investigate the whereabouts of the 'Holy Seed', but also curious about the Taixu Temple...

"Come on, don't bother people to seek medical treatment..."

"Yes……"

The two groups arrived at the mountain gate of Taixu Temple one after another.

Seeing that the mountain gate was wide open, An Jiuling shouted at the top of his voice, "Uncle Master, this disciple has brought someone to seek medical attention!"

"come in…"

In the Taixu Temple, no one came out to greet him, but there was a voice like an echo in the empty valley...

An Jiuling was overjoyed when he got the response, waved his hand as a follow-up gesture, and then trotted all the way into the gate of Taixu Temple.

Zhao Chenghui leads people to follow up...

But Lu Zhaozhao hesitated for a while, and followed him with others.

The two groups entered the gate of Taixu Temple one after the other, and just as their eyes were attracted by the huge banyan trees, they saw a Taoist with a gentle face holding a whisk and walking towards him with small square steps.

An Jiuling saluted and greeted: "The disciple has met the uncle."

When Zhao Chenghui saw that the Lord was actually a young Taoist, he felt a little guilty, but thinking of the purpose of this trip, he hurriedly lowered his posture and bowed his hands in salute: "My lord, Zhao Chenghui, I have met the Taoist priest."

Not far behind them, Lu Zhaozhao saw that Zhang Taixu also saw him, and also bowed his hands, but didn't say much, obviously not wanting to disturb others seeking medical treatment.

"I'm so poor..."

Zhang Xiuyuan also returned the gift, although he didn't know why Lu Zhaozhao and Jin Chuanchang and his party came here with burdens, he nodded slightly as a signal.

"Master, the patient is here..."

An Jiuling pointed to a half-grown child who was about the same age as her but was tied to the seat, and explained: "Master said that the patient suffered from hysteria, which seemed to be caused by dirty things. Master is not good at this, so I need you to cure this disease."

Zhao Chenghui loved his son eagerly, and hastily added: "A few days ago, the dog went out to play, and for some reason, he caught a cold when he returned home, and got hysteria. He sought medical treatment everywhere to no avail, and asked the Taoist priest to save the dog."

"Hysteria?"

When Zhang Xiuyuan saw the half-grown child tied to the seat, his hands and feet were convulsed, his eyes turned white, and the corners of his mouth were still foaming, he felt a little suspicious...

Perhaps because of holding Wugou's dust whisk, he really found some filthy aura that didn't belong to him on this child...

And it's obvious!
"Pindao has a look first before making a decision..."

Zhang Xiuyuan walked to the seat, opened his eyelids to look at him, pinched his mouth to look at him, and then took a pulse.

It can almost be concluded that the child's illness is indeed caused by dirty things!
Is it... a ghost?

(End of this chapter)