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Chapter 241 It's Her (Part )

He Si and the girl were both stunned for a moment. When she came to her senses, the girl was already standing in front of a woman with her eyes closed and lying in bed. The girl was not in the picture. I think the girl found an excuse to stay outside the house. The girl was not sure whether the girl was infected, so she hid herself and did not contact her before. But to prevent accidents, she did not let her contact her infected mother at this moment. He Si was impressed by her thoughtfulness.

The girl walked quickly to the bedside, and carefully tied a silk thread around the woman's wrist through the cloth. Then she stepped away, held the other end of the thread, closed her eyes and concentrated - hanging thread syndrome.

He Si gradually began to doubt the girl's origins, but she could not help thinking of the Medicine Master Temple. She had always thought that Miss Jiao was most likely the daughter of a medical family. With this in mind, everything seemed to make sense, except that... shouldn't Qin Jian be the one who was saved? Now that his former body was lying under the loess, why was it that this girl was walking alone against the wind and waves?

There was no wind in the room, and the silk thread transmitted the woman's pulse. The girl did not move, and even her breathing was almost still. Just when He Si thought she had fallen asleep, she suddenly saw the corners of her mouth relax, her long eyelashes trembled in the slanting sunset, and she opened her eyes with relief.

"Take me to the pharmacy in the city."

"Do you have a solution?" The girl was filled with joy. She raised her head and saw a look of affirmation on the face of the fairy she thought she was. She said excitedly, "Come with me."

"Wait," the girl thought for a moment, tore off a piece of cloth from the corner of her inner garment, and handed it to the child, her voice still cold and desolate, "Cover your face, like me."

They once again shuttled through the dilapidated village, carefully avoiding passers-by who were in a hurry like them, and like two nimble cats, they arrived in front of the medicine shop. This building was also deserted, and the door was locked, but the girl seemed to be familiar with the place. She climbed up the bamboo basket at the door, propped up the bamboo window in a few seconds, and jumped in lightly. He Si saw a smile appear in the corner of the girl's eyes.

The outside of the pharmacy was shabby, and the inside was messy. The medicine cabinets were opened, the drawers fell to the ground, and the various herbs were piled up in a mess, obviously there had been a scramble. But fortunately, the girl had a deep understanding of the basics, and after searching for a while, she finally matched all the herbs, except for one.

It's not surprising, the girl recalled her father's teachings. This herb is rarely used in the orthodox medical art of the Central Plains. It is commonly used in the Gu art of the frontier. It is a special medicine for snake venom. It is called Five-split Coptis chinensis. But this village may really be protected by gods, the girl thought. On the way here, she had seen this plant before.

"Take these herbs and go back through the dog hole. Don't go into your mother's room. Boil some water and wait for me outside."

Seeing the girl turn around and leave, the girl couldn't help but feel anxious and asked quickly: "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find something..." The girl said halfway when she suddenly heard a few coughs coming from the inner room of the pharmacy, followed by a burst of wheezing like a bellows.

"Uncle Yan!"

The girl was about to run to the inner room when the girl shouted at her, "Stop!"

At the same time, intermittent voices came from the inner room: "Who... who asked you... to come, leave quickly."

"Uncle Yan... Fairy Sister..." The girl looked up at the young lady, then turned back to look at a curtain, at a loss.

The girl finally stopped walking out, returned to the table, quickly wrote a few words, crumpled the paper and threw it into the house, raising her voice, obviously speaking to the person on the other side of the curtain: "These medicines can save lives, but if you want to save the entire village, the quantity in the store is not enough. If you have a way, you can ask this child to do it."

The man in the inner room couldn't help coughing for a while before forcing himself to answer, "Please leave it to me, young lady."

The following scenes fast-forwarded in front of He Si like a movie - collecting herbs, boiling herbs, feeding herbs, and putting herbs. The girl's mother recovered day by day, and the people in the whole village became lively. They donated gold and silver jewelry to help the owner of the medicine shop to start free clinics. Yuxianqiao Village gradually regained its vitality, and the epidemic that had not yet spread to the surrounding villages and towns was also controlled because of this prescription. Of course, the owner of the medicine shop did not take credit for himself. With the help of the girl and her family, people in the surrounding villages and towns knew that there was a temple on the mountain not far away. There was a girl in the temple who was the reincarnation of He Xiangu, and her medical skills could cure the dead. The rumors became more and more bizarre, and more and more people came to see the doctor. Of course, the girl didn't have to sell her horse. The originally abandoned temple gradually became more prosperous, and the girl asked her mother for permission to live with the girl in the temple and became her apprentice. In addition to the girl, she depended on the mirror on the Buddhist altar. It reflected every rising and setting of the sun and the moon, every change of the girl's face, and all the sentient beings who came to burn incense.

He Si saw a large sedan chair with eight bearers, decorated with lights and colorful decorations, passing by the post station where the girl had passed by alone on her black horse that day, with gongs and drums beating. An old man in the post station came out from a distance and asked, "Brothers, which family's eldest daughter are you marrying?"

The leading man immediately clapped his hands and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Let's go to the mountain to deliver a plaque." "What plaque?"

"Xian Gu Nunnery."

"Oh, I'm going to tell you about this..."

He Si listened to the story, and for some reason, she blushed and smiled, and suddenly felt happy for the girl. The girl on the mountain - now a woman, she didn't know that she had become a legend. She looked at the plaque presented by the villagers, smiled and shook her head.

"What's wrong, Fairy? Are you not satisfied? Just tell us and we will change it to your satisfaction immediately."

"Yes, Fairy, you have superb medical skills and are known for your ability to save the dying and the wounded. It is said that even the King of Hell would not dare to take the person away without your approval. So don't refuse."

The woman's originally gentle expression suddenly froze when she heard the compliments. She swayed and walked to a big tree in front of the temple before she steady herself. Her eyes were actually red - it turns out that even the King of Hell has to give me some face, but unfortunately, I can't save you.

The men didn't hear what she muttered, but they all knew they had said the wrong thing. They kept silent and stood with their heads down, like a group of children ready to be taught a lesson. After a long while, they heard the woman say, "Since you are a doctor who saves lives, let's call it Yaoshi Temple."

The man who bowed his head to admit his mistake breathed a sigh of relief and immediately responded, "That's good. Yaoshi Temple, let's call it Yaoshi Temple. The fairy lady is really thoughtful."

He Si's eyelids twitched, and the past and past memories suddenly reconnected in her mind, and the flow of time became faster. When the picture stopped again, the girl of that year had a head full of white hair and was nearly 80 years old. Her eyes no longer had the resolute and clear aura when they first met, nor the gentleness and compassion that came later, but had become a turbid deep pool of emotions that could not be seen clearly.

She sat in the moonlight, leaning against the big tree, her eyes slightly closed, looking exhausted.

"master……"

The disciple standing beside him spoke with sorrow in his voice, but was immediately interrupted by the old man: "Bring the mirror from the Buddhist altar."

"Master...is there anything else you want to tell your disciple?"

"A doctor is kind-hearted. You have done a good job."

"But Master, what about you? Is there anything else you want to do?"

The old woman took the mirror from her apprentice and placed it on her chest, but the smile on her face was still the same as when she was a girl - the smile she had when she took the bronze mirror from the boy.

"I have saved so many people in my life, but what I wanted to do most was just to save this person. Unfortunately..."

The old woman's voice became lower and lower, and the last few words disappeared in the wind. Even He Si did not hear it. A tear slid from the corner of her eye and fell on the mirror again. Countless golden lights poured out from the temple, reflected on the mirror, and through that tear, reflected on the tree that the old woman was leaning on.

He Si stood in front of the golden light, watching the familiar figure walk out of the tree trunk, and finally lost her words because of such a magnificent truth - Qin Jian's origin was not the obsession of the mirror, but the obsession of the girl, her obsession. From beginning to end, from beginning to end, it was her salvation. It was she who resurrected the boy and created the immortal Qin Jian.