The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

As if for a moment peace, wenjiacun no longer any rumors, wenruolan also finally took a breath.

Organize herbs, cure the arm injury of carpenter Wen, accompany Chai yue'e to tease little Wen Yan when she's free, life becomes a lot more warm.

Three days later, the black color of carpenter Wen's arm had faded away. The original everted hole let Wen Ruolan sew it with white silk thread. When he sewed, Wen Ruolan looked at carpenter Wen's face several times. He bit his teeth and said nothing.

"Dad, I want to practice medicine." Wen Ruolan had planned to do it for a long time. Since there was no doctor near Wenjia village, she could make some money to supplement her family.

Carpenter Wen shook his head: "how can a girl show up outside? When Dad's arm is good, she can work and support her family."

Wen Ruolan was helpless and didn't insist. Instead, she sent some medicinal materials to the door every day, and put them into the thatched shed.

On Qishan, Xiangguo Temple.

In the main hall, Dongfang Yi kneels down on a futon. Beside him, an old monk with white hair and whiskers twists his rosary beads frequently.

"In the palace of the nine kings in the imperial capital, please say hello. I don't know whether the nine kings sitting in front of me are true or not." The old monk's eyes closed slightly and his voice grew old and slow.

Dongfang Yi looks up at the Tathagata prime minister in the middle of the main hall, and slowly says, "if you are true, you are also true. How can you be confused by the appearance of the skin besides the world of mortals?"

The old monk raised his eyes, and the light of his eyes was fleeting: "now that I have come to Qishan, I should have an end to what happened in those years."

"It's not urgent. It's not the right time. I don't know what happened. Please understand." Dongfang Yi took the birthday note in his hand and sent it to master Buzhou: "where does this man come from

Master Bu Zhou glanced faintly: "nonsense."

Dongfang Yi gets up and walks out of the hall. The top of the hall overlooks the beautiful rivers and mountains of Dazhou. It's very magnificent. Now that he is standing on the top of the mountains, who will know that he will be buried at the foot of Qishan five years later.

When he closed his eyes, he would never forget the moment when his heart was pierced by a cold dagger. Death was not terrible. What was terrible was that he opened his eyes and went back to five years ago. Nothing had happened.

It's been several days since she was born again, but everything around her has not changed. Only at the foot of Qishan mountain, I met the woman. She died and came back to life one day. Her medical skills are even more puzzling. He can't help thinking about it.

groundless statement! groundless statement!

After several ups and downs, master Buzhou suddenly opened his eyes in the main hall. He picked up the birthday note in front of him and said: "strange, strange."

The eminent Buddhist monk is familiar with the six ways of life and death, but he finds that the birthday post is full of strange things. The person who should have lost his life was sent the birthday post by the ninth prince. Even the eminent monk is not calm. He orders the young monk to guard the temple gate and follow the ninth Prince down the mountain.

Dongfang Yi comes to Wen's thatched cottage again. From a distance, he sees people running in groups, frowning slightly, and one of them plunges into the tree crown, hiding his body and looking down.

I saw an old woman kneeling in front of the firewood door, carrying a big man with half a broken door. Obviously, the big man was out of breath and out of breath.

Looking into the courtyard, the door was closed, and the people inside didn't care whether the people outside were alive or dead.

"Ruolan, fellow villagers, you can't wait for your help." Mrs. Wang opened her voice and cried for a long time, but she didn't see Wen Ruolan come out from inside. She got up and pushed the firewood door open. She ran to the door and smashed the door. The cry spread far away.

Wen Ruolan is applying medicine to the carpenter. She raises her eyes and looks at the woman Wang outside. She takes back her eyes indifferently and helps the carpenter to wrap them up carefully.

"Ruolan, can I have a look?" Asked the carpenter tentatively.

Wen Ruolan got up, went to the door, raised her hand and pushed the door open. Mrs. Wang immediately stepped back two steps and fell to her knees with a plop: "Ruolan, Da Zhu can't, help him, help him."

Wen Ruolan raised her eyelids to look at the door, and snorted: "you can dig a hole and bury it when you die. Why do you come to my door and cry?"

Wang's mother-in-law stretched out her hand to hold Wen Ruolan's leg. Wen Ruolan stepped across and dodged: "mother-in-law Wang, you'd better get up. I, Wen Ruolan, can't afford your big gift. Besides, I, a disaster widow, can't help it."

On the tree, Dongfang Yi listens to the old woman's tears, and he can't help feeling a little disgusted at Wen Ruolan.

"Ruolan, Dazhu shouldn't have been looking for right and wrong with those people. It's all our Dazhu's fault. If you can save setou, you can also save Dazhu of my family. Please, saving one life is better than building a seven level putu. You don't look at the monk's face, you don't look at the Buddha's face..."

"Enough!" Wen Ruolan drank up Wang's words, and his face was livid: "don't look at the monk's face, look at the Buddha's face? I don't look at the monks' and Buddhists' faces. I just look at the county magistrate's face, and I will never be cured! "

Wang Shuozi immediately stood up and rushed to Wen Ruolan with her head down: "my son can't live. I'll fight for the old lady. If Wen Ruolan doesn't save me, I'll be killed in front of your house."

"At will." Wen Ruolan said, turning to go back to the room.

Dongfang Yi can't hold his breath. He has seen many women with a heart like snakes and scorpions. It's the first time he has seen such blatant and vicious. Just as he was about to come down, he saw Hua Wuying come in from the outside. He stretched out his hand to pull Mrs. Wang away from Wen Ruolan.

Dongfang Yi's eyes narrow dangerously. Although Hua Wuying and himself are masters and servants, they have brotherhood. It makes him cold to see his attitude of protecting the woman.

Hua Wuying stood firm with her head raised and pointed to Wang: "if the old lady dares to spill it again, don't blame my ruthless hands. If LAN doesn't save her, it's reasonable. Your Wang family has no kindness and deserves to die!"

A few words are loud, but the onlookers are swarming to accuse Wen Ruolan of failing to save himself, and the accusations come one after another.

"Isn't it the Bodhisattva who saved your family from death? That's evil enough. "

"It's true that widows are black hearted."

"Tut Tut, I didn't expect that setou would be so handsome after she got well. It seems that the little widow is going to remarry."

Wen Ruolan looked at these people indifferently and looked at their guard like manner. He snorted coldly and pointed to the crowd a few steps forward: "listen up!"

Everyone shut up.

Wen Ruolan pointed to Wang Dazhu on the door: "if you have a dark ghost in your heart, you will die without illness. What do you have to do with me?"

"You have been making trouble in front of my Wen's house several times. Do you really think our family is good at bullying? Why didn't anyone have such a conscience at that time when he said that we cheated the corpse to burn us

"Speaking of the villagers, let's talk about this today. Lizheng has told the villagers to hide more. It's your Wang family who went to the county magistrate to complain. What did Wen Ruolan do? Damn it? Well

"My God, this is to make me the queen of the royal family." Mrs. Wang sat down on the ground, crying.

Wen Ruolan as did not hear, stretched out his hand to pull flower shadowless arm, voice clear: "this is my big brother! If you dare to chew your tongue again, I don't mind making you all dumb! "

Flower shadowless slow down, looking at a face of resolute wenruolan, the heart inexplicably hurt for a while, bow! eldest brother!