The old man still struggled to get up, as if he must bow to the young man in front of him, but he was supported by the people around him.
I don't know where the strength comes from.
Pulling young Daoist along, he told the general story intermittently, his tone was choked with sadness, anger and discomfort.
He had been bedridden for many days, but he struggled to hold himself down for several days.
The old man felt that he had to apologize to the old friend of the old monster with a broken leg. No matter how uncomfortable it was and how painful his body and bones were, it didn't matter.
What should be done must be done. The old man has followed simple things all his life, so he feels that he has done something wrong and must apologize. When a person dies, he should be buried in peace. The old weirdo is gone. He did not have a good relationship with the people in the village, but he is buried in the village, so he should be watched by the villagers.
The grave was dug, the coffin was raised, and there was no peace after death.
How could he still have the nerve to see this child?
No matter what he was doing, he got up and bowed. Young Daoist pressed the old man with his palms and found that he was exerting great force. But when Qi WuHuo's Yuan Qi moved, the old man's Yuan Qi dispersed. Life Treasure couldn't condense it, so he couldn't exert force. The whole person returned to the posture of lying down peacefully, but his eyes kept crying, showing apologies, sadness, anger and unwillingness.
Young Daoist said softly, "Treat the injury first."
His Primordial Spirit can be seen at this moment just by scanning it.
There were no wounds on the old man's body. He was knocked to the ground by someone, just as if he had fallen down on his own.
In this case, even if you go to the police and the other party refuses to admit it and says that old village chief fell and injured you, it will easily become a death case.
Is a veteran.
The energy splashed out from the opponent's attack on the ground also has its own secret. The old man's bones were broken, especially his spine, which left him unable to move. What an old man of this age fears most is lying down. As time goes by, bed sores develop, and coupled with the loss of energy and energy, perhaps a person who was originally in good spirits will die after a fall and lying down for a while.
Young Daoist stretched out his hand and pressed it on the old man's waist.
Primordial Prenatal Qi Changes flow.
The old man was stunned, as if he felt the changes and differences in his body, and his eyes widened.
Qi WuHuo raised his hand and said gently, "Try it."
Next to him, there was a middle-aged man who was about 30% similar to old village chief. When he got anxious, he wanted to yell and curse, but was stopped by his father.
Old village chief was puzzled and tried to stand up with force, and then he stood up incredibly. When he tried again, he was able to get off the ground and even walk without any problems. He just lay down for a few days, so he was a little weak and his head was a little dizzy. In addition, he seemed to have returned to his original appearance, or rather, he seemed to be better than his original appearance.
The crowd was in an uproar.
Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief.
Then he looked at young Daoist, who was carrying a bamboo basket and had a gentle expression.
He was speechless for a moment, he was surprised, he wanted to move forward, but he stayed where he was out of awe.
Great monk spoke and praised:
"Daoist Priest, what a good idea."
Daoist priest?
Everyone knows that ordinary monks are only called Daoists or Daoists. They often say that they met a Daoist priest today and heard that the Daoist priest said something about the mountains. But that is not the case with the Daoist priest. He is already a person who can find a mountain or a city, open a Daoist temple, recruit disciples, and pass on the teachings. However, when they saw that the young man in front of them was only fifteen or sixteen years old, he was just like the master of the temple. They were all shocked.
However, at such a young age, the master said he was a Daoist priest.
Some mysterious abilities.
It seems to be quite normal.
Everyone didn't know how sick the old man was and how troublesome it was. As a Daoist priest, they recognized him as a matter of course, so Qi WuHuo and monk helped prepare the medicine. The middle-aged man next to him was very grateful for his help, and because he saw such methods, he was a little embarrassed.
Monk Simply let him take care of his father, there is no need to stay here.
The latter thanked him several times before leaving.
Great monk looked away, looked at the medicine furnace, and said, "Primordial Prenatal Qi, the most pure Daoist, is really powerful."
"A poor monk can only take care of an injury like that slowly, but he doesn't have the means of a Daoist priest."
Primordial Prenatal Qi is the product of Daoism's true practice of reversing three and returning to two.
Therefore, in theory, as long as the foundation is mellow and Primordial Prenatal Qi is pure enough, it can transform and change with its own energy.
Make the way to spread all things and use two to produce three.
It can bring spring back to dead trees, regenerate broken bones, and do all sorts of incredible things Divine Ability.
All of them are just a thought. There are many other ways to control the wind, Sword Qi, and ice into frost, but they are only classified under [External Demon].
It's just a way to protect the Tao.
This is one aspect that cultivators must pay attention to, but it is far from the whole story.
True ascetics, when they reach the level of Primordial Prenatal Qi, if they don't open Daoist temples and teach the Dharma, most of them will just walk in the world of mortals, leaving behind various legends about planting beans and growing vines that can reach the sky, decapitating people and swallowing swords and laughing at the world. Most of them are at this level. They are the so-called strange people and strangers who have their own methods.
The Buddhist method is more inclined to clarify the soul and subdue the inner demons External Demon.
Those who practice the Ming King Dharma, those who practice the Vajra Dharma, those who practice the Bodhisattva Dharma, and those who practice the Arhat Dharma all have their own characteristics.
If the great demon walks according to its instinct and absorbs the brilliance of the sun and the moon, it can run rampant with force, which is different from the Daoist Primordial Prenatal Qi.
Monk boiled the medicine and asked old village chief to drink it. He left instructions and pulled the middle-aged man aside. In a gentle tone, he told him one by one how the old man should take care of himself, how to take medicine, and what taboos he had in his diet and daily life. Young Daoist was helping the old man take care of himself, and the old man briefly told what happened that day.
Finally, he hesitated, but still said, "Is the Daoist going to find the person who did these things?"
"Daoist Priest, you may think that my words, old man, are not pleasant to listen to."
"But you are from outside the country, and you should be traveling around to cultivate. You are a god-like figure. You don't have to offend those people because of this matter. You really don't have to offend... Besides, old man, I believe that there is still king's law and justice in this world. Today's saints are wise and wise, but they are much better than the deposed prince before."
"I will not give up on this matter. We will definitely find justice!"
Old village chief has always done things according to the rules, so he believes in justice and the law, and he has persistence in his eyes.
How can there be no fairness and royal law in this world?
How could there be no justice?
He believes this.
Young Daoist paused and replied gently, "Well, there is justice."
When he got up to say goodbye and left with the medicine basket on his back, monk saw him off, and great monk in gray watched young Daoist go away, then came back to his senses and took care of the patients, Qi WuHuo looked very calm and did not break the old man's hope. He just walked into the mortal world. But Little Peacock seemed to be aware of young Daoist's emotional fluctuations and asked Xingling:
"A Qi A Qi, what's wrong?"
"You look like you can't eat anymore."
Young Daoist seemed to answer, but also seemed to say to himself, "Wearing black clothes, holding a sword, and having such means."
"He is one of the secret guards of the imperial court."
"It should be Hidden Dragon Guard who is under the command of Prince Eastern Palace."
"All the commanders are eunuchs who grew up with the prince since childhood."
Old village chief Ah, you need justice.
In their hands.
Little Peacock felt dizzy after hearing this. "Hidden Dragon Guard, Imperial Court?"
"Hmm."
Young Daoist replied, "Taking the hexagram of a hidden dragon in the abyss, I hope it can lie dormant like a hidden dragon, accumulating strength and waiting for the opportunity to soar into the sky, shaking the world with its sound."
Little Peacock was making trouble, young Daoist lifted it out with the palm of his hand and let it stand on his shoulders.
Found a more comfortable place.
He squinted his eyes.
Feeling that the wind was blowing by, young Daoist's black hair on the temples was swept back and forth very interestingly, Little Peacock responded while pecking young Daoist's black hair.
"Oh... that's right."
"So, A Qi."
Little Peacock is serious:
"Hidden Dragon Guard, is this thing okay to eat?"
Young Daoist laughed and said gently, "Hidden Dragon Guard is an organization, not food. As for what they are..." Qi WuHuo shook his head, holding a wine jar in his hand. Old village chief had said before that he had argued with the veteran, saying that the veteran drank only dirty wine, but the veteran said that he had never drunk any good wine.
So old village chief once asked his son to buy good wine at Central Province Prefecture City and take it back.
At that time, I took a jar of turbid wine from the old school captain in exchange for it.
Old village chief originally seemed to have planned to replace it and secretly give the veteran a scare, but failed to do so. In the end, he poured the good wine into the grave, which was regarded as fulfilling his wish.
This is the wine jar where the captain with a broken leg served his wine that day.
Just now Qi WuHuo asked old village chief's son to fetch it. Young Daoist found a place of water and transferred the water to the wine jar. Then he moved his fingers slightly and the water boiled. It rose up and went straight into your mouth. You closed your eyes and felt the medicinal properties hidden in the wine. Then you tapped your throat lightly with your fingers. Young Daoist opened your mouth slightly to the side. The water spit out and fell to the ground again.
Young Daoist wiped the corner of his mouth:
"Poisoned."
"If Hidden Dragon Guard appears here... my guess is indeed good."
"The thief is not at ease now, so he wants to put an end to it."
"... He has been drinking poisonous wine for seven years."
Young Daoist was stunned and stopped talking.
"So the flesh and blood that could compete with demons back then have decayed terribly."
Then did he know that what he drank was poisonous wine?
I don't know how sad it would be to die like this.
But if you know it is poisonous wine, you still drink it one cup at a time.
But I feel even more sad.
Young Daoist closed his eyes, feeling that if that person was in front of him, he would pull out his sword and kill him, but this the Human World was so big that murderous intent couldn't find it if he wanted to. Man, the long sword was empty, so he could only whistle in the sheath, and kept quiet for a long time, then threw the wine jar at the place responsible for cleaning in the city. Little Peacock seemed to be very sharp, even the down slightly exploded, and the whole bird seemed to swell in a circle, and said:
"A Qi A Qi, are you going to deal with that prince?"
"Don't ask about such things, little one."
Young Daoist's voice is still gentle, and he Primordial Spirit recalls Yellow Millet Dream's experience.
Prince?
The current prince is not the same person as the one who took over the throne later.
The current Great Sage, Great Compassion, Benevolent, Filial Emperor who is in power seems to know that he has many problems in his position. He is not so upright, which has also attracted the dissatisfaction of some elders in the court, and has left many dirty tricks behind. The prince, who is from Five Clans and Seven Sects's mother's family and his wife's family, is the knife he uses to check and balance Aristocratic Clan and wipe away the dirty tricks.
Cut Aristocratic Clan and force good talents.
It's euphemistically called "Experiencing the Prince", but actually he used the Prince as his sword to accomplish what he wanted to do.
Finally, he pushed the prince out to calm Aristocratic Clan's anger.
Made a deal.
The prince was deposed and the youngest son's son, that is, the emperor's grandson, was re-established as the emperor.
It not only wiped out what he had done back then, but also weakened Aristocratic Clan, making the imperial power highly concentrated.
Oh, yes.
Finally, he left his good grandson, who was not famous enough, enough to calm the situation [Master WuHuo].
Everything is in his calculations.
Apart from the weakening of the country's power, the removal of the blood of millions of mourning people, and the removal of the border gates being blocked by the Demon Kingdom.
The emperor is skillful and intelligent.
But I have never looked down at the people.
Young Daoist casually wears it around his waist, and the branch soaked in Heavenly River water is gently outlined on the ground. Hidden Dragon Guard is not unable to leave the prince and act independently, but since there are ceremonial guards, it is obvious that the prince is also here. The surrounding officials have not received them on a large scale, so it is not the prince who is touring the world in place of Human Emperor. It is a private visit.
And it's almost New Year's Day.
Fifth year...
Young Daoist lowered his eyes.
This Human Emperor, saint, is going to change his reign name.
The year number is--Saint Virtue.
This prince should have finished his tour and come here to look for treasures to present to his father in public at the gathering at the beginning of the year. In addition, the former prince's son, Prince, is also here, which is what attracted the prince here.
Although I don't know why, Prince escaped from Capital City, but the emperor and the prince were not willing to watch him outside.
Come to think of it, the matter of the captain was not worth thinking about in the eyes of the prince and the emperor.
Young Daoist has made a decision in his mind and wears the branch on the side of his waist again.
Little Peacock was puzzled. "A Qi A Qi, where are you going?"
Qi WuHuo replied, "Ming Zhen Dao Alliance."
"Oh."
Little Peacock was puzzled and asked again, "A Qi A Qi, are Justice and Wang Fa delicious?"
"No, but to old village chief and the others, it's probably as important as eating and drinking."
"Oh, that's a big deal."
Little Peacock immediately understood the importance of this matter and was in awe.
Then he was a little worried and said:
"Can the old man eat enough just now? I mean, can he get the justice he wants?"
The young man replied, "... Probably not."
Little Peacock felt very pitiful. "Hey, isn't that very pitiful? If I don't have anything to eat, I would be very pitiful. People have no justice. Isn't it the same as little A Qi if I don't have anything to eat?"
"Then where is the justice?"
Young Daoist thought for a while and replied, "In Human Heart."
"If Human Heart can't ask for it."
"Then it's on the edge of the sword."
Little Peacock tilted his head and said:
"What about A Qi yours?"
"Do you also want to ask for the king's law?"
Young Daoist replied, "I am a monk."
"Ah, so what?"
The boy's voice was gentle:
"Therefore, there is no kingly law."
"Ha, you are affectionate, lawless, and murderous. Who wants to have fun? Let's see..."
Young Daoist's Primordial Spirit suddenly noticed a joke and was reminded by his own spirit. He subconsciously raised his head and happened to see a lazy man in gray clothes. The man in gray clothes was laughing loudly, carrying a bottle of wine in one hand and matching the words just now. When he appeared like this and fell into the eyes of others, he also had the air of a master playing in the world of mortals.
So he raised his neck and drank, with the demeanor of a celebrity, and his eyes turned around.
I saw young Daoist carrying a bamboo basket.
He was looking at himself quietly.
I looked at young Daoist's shoulder again. It looked like a peacock. When I closed my eyes, it looked like Nine-headed Lion's bad thing.
Then the smile on the face of fortune teller, who was previously leisurely and relaxed, froze.
The body suddenly stiffened.
I looked at young Daoist, and then at the strange peacock bird.
blurted out a sentence.
grass!!!!