Mountain Little Divine Doctor

Fang Qi scratched his head: "lying in the trough and telling such a complex story is just a medicine of soul fixing pill. What happened to Grandpa? Did he go to revenge? " Lao pan took a gulp of wine and went on.

Grandpa listened to what the lame Taoist priest said. He was very excited and said, "what if you get that thing? My son has been burned to ashes by that damn rat spirit. "

The lame Taoist said, "you don't understand. Your son was burned to death by the Yin pill of the grey immortal. His soul was attracted by the Yin pill and couldn't enter reincarnation, let alone reincarnation. Your evil karma is great."

Grandpa immediately stopped hesitating and fell on his knees to the Taoist priest. Since he escaped from the wild fairy temple, he could see the terrible picture of his son struggling in the raging Yin fire as soon as he closed his eyes. He was not energetic during the day and dared not sleep at night.

The old Taoist said, "I can let you sleep safely, but if you don't take back the Yin pill, you won't be peaceful all day." Grandpa knelt before the Taoist priest and begged him to save him. The Taoist priest said, "it's not difficult to save you. You just need to take me to the Xianjia temple. The Yin pill belongs to me, and I'll help you relieve the pain of your son's ghost being bound."

Grandpa was naturally grateful. He didn't know how valuable the Yin pill was. He really slept soundly that night and had no dreams. He admired the Taoist priest even more. The next morning, he rushed back with his two sons and the lame Taoist priest.

He returned to the small village and wanted to live in the mountain people's house dedicated to Bai Daxian, but he saw that the mountain people's house had become a pile of stones and rubble, which was a tragedy after a big fire. After asking the neighbor's house, I learned that his house suddenly caught fire a few days ago. The family even told people that there were no chickens and pigs left.

At this time, Grandpa felt afraid. A few days ago, it was the day they left. It must have been retaliated by the wild fairy, but the lame Taoist had no expression. He took the broken brush with only a few hairs around the collapsed house and came back to say it was all right.

After staying in the village for a night, they never dared to talk about the grey immortal again. After walking in the mountains for two or three days, they finally found the place of the wild immortal temple. The lame Taoist asked him to cut a few branches and insert them around the wild immortal temple, which made them dig the hole.

Grandpa didn't dare to go in. The lame Taoist took the lead and drilled into the cave. Grandpa followed and let his two sons guard outside. When they entered the underground wild fairy temple, the lame Taoist looked at the murals in front of them and said, "hehe, master Tu, you are right. This is indeed an ancient tomb of the Song Dynasty, but it was used as a nest by mice."

Then the Taoist priest entered the back hall. He didn't think that the back hall had three large in the front hall. There was a painted coffin inside. The painted coffin had already been opened, and the bodies and clothes inside had turned into soil. The soil was like someone lying inside and pressing into a human shaped dent. It was empty, and there were no hidden objects. Only the walls were as like as two peas, and several of them were placed around the coffin. Some of the crock had been opened, and some were broken into pieces.

Grandpa saw this. He knew that the rat spirit must have seen the lame Taoist coming and smeared oil on his feet in advance. He had run away early. But the lame Taoist picked up the intact jar, looked at it and shouted, "you're poisonous!" He fell on his back and bled to death.

Grandpa was stunned. How could such a powerful lame Taoist say that he was dead? Is it possible that the jar is poisonous?

I wanted to leave, but I thought that although other Taoists wanted Yin pill, they also wanted revenge for themselves. It's too unkind to leave him here. When he was about to carry the Taoist out and find a place to bury him, he didn't want to see that the blood from the seven orifices of the lame Taoist gave off a bright red light as soon as he got close. He was even more afraid and hurried back a few steps.

The bright red light became brighter and brighter. Finally, it even burned a flame. It was just different from the bright green flame that Yin Dan burned his son. The flame was red. The body of the lame Taoist priest was wrapped in a flaming flame.

Grandpa was already scared. He had never seen such a strange thing in his life. He turned to escape. However, the burning flame of the corpse lit up a large mural. Under the beating flame, those painted murals came alive. The people inside seem to be coming down from the wall.

Grandpa looked familiar when he saw the immortals in the murals on the wall, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen them. The flame of the lame Taoist priest was very hot. It didn't take long to light the painted coffin. Grandpa didn't dare to stay any longer. Even if he wasn't burned in the tomb, the smell could kill him. Even if he didn't, he would be suffocated.

He hurried to steal the cave and climbed up along the way. The two sons saw their father coming back alone. They didn't want to ask where the Taoist was. Grandpa said, "the Taoist is dead and can't come back. Block the cave. Let's go."

Grandpa was seriously ill when he came home. He talked nonsense all day. He said he had seen his son and the Taoist priest. He also saved ash immortal. Don't harm his son any more. It's disturbing. After three days of such trouble, he fell asleep and didn't wake up until four days later. After lying on the Kang for half a year, he finally recovered slowly, but the disease hurt his vitality and dared not go to the cemetery again.

But it's strange that since he woke up, he said that his son had been reincarnated and thanked the lame Taoist. He said that the lame Taoist was a reincarnated man. He was the owner of the song tomb. He fought with grey immortal all his life before his death. After his death, the dove occupied the magpie's nest, let grey immortal occupy the coffin, and burned his legacy to ashes. All the utensils used in his life were used by the mouse. Even the inner alchemy he cultivated was cheap to the beast.

Fortunately, the man also made an unexpected need to seal his soul in the pot, which was placed in an inconspicuous position. As long as someone comes to steal the tomb, he will first touch the earthen pot on the ground. As soon as the earthen pot is opened, his ghost can escape.

His arrangement is also reasonable. Because his time is coming, he can't get the Tao for a long time, so he can only turn to the second. Fantasize that you have inner alchemy. Only if no one takes it, you can become a corpse immortal. The achievement of a corpse immortal cannot be without a soul.

No matter how good his wishful thinking was, he was not as smart as the mouse. Soon after he was buried, the big mouse found him, destroyed his body, and swallowed his internal alchemy. It didn't prevent his ghost from escaping.