Long historical novel: "Asking the Impermanence: Conquering the Demon and Subduing the Demon Hand" Volume 1: Doing the Way
Chapter 21: On the Yanggu Mountain (6)
Previous link: Volume I, Chapter 20
Ding Dali accompanied Miao Langzhong to treat Qiu Chuji's injury, he listened attentively to the conversation between the two people, and when he heard that Miao Langzhong's injury would be healed in less than seven days, his heart couldn't help but move: If you really want to do that, you should ask Qiu Daochang to treat Hu Yixiong's injury as well!
However, when Ding Dali told Hu Yixiong about Miao Langzhong's injury, Qiu's treatment, and his own thoughts, Hu Yixiong's head shook like a rattle: "I don't believe it, just listen to others! Who is that person in Miao Langzhong? People have been practicing medicine for generations, and they have passed it down from generation to generation, and the prescription in their hands is no more than the grass on our mountain? The one you said can cure a bone injury in seven days, that is purely a panacea, and Langzhong, who has been a doctor for generations, does not have that kind of medicine at home, can he be a Taoist priest?"
Ding Dali knows that everything he says now is in vain, and the only thing that can be proved is time, and it depends on whether Miao Langzhong can be good in seven days. Thinking of this, he asked, "If Miao Langzhong is really well after seven days, will you use the medicine of the Taoist priest?"
"Then of course I'm going to use it!" Hu Yixiong said, "I don't need to use the fast medicine, am I stupid?" Speaking of this, he thought about it and said: "Then you say, if you really want that, can a Taoist priest treat us?" As soon as he finished saying this, he raised his voice again: "Hmph, forgive him and don't dare not treat him, if he doesn't treat me, I will detain his people, smash his box, and rob him of his medicine!"
Ding Dali glared at Hu Yixiong and left.
Miao Langzhong was recuperating in the Taoist priest's room. Qiu Chuji gave him his most secluded living room, which was specially left for him by Li Tongxuan in order to ensure that Qiu Jiji rested, and Qiu Chuji moved outside the living room so that it was convenient to change the dressing in the morning and evening, and at the same time instructed Bian Zhihe to take care of it in the morning and evening.
Bian Zhihe was born warm-hearted, and saw that Miao Langzhong was an old man old enough to be his father, so he took care of him very diligently.
Seeing that the 14-day ritual had been carried out for 10 days, the arrangements began again after 14 days: Li Chuanyong's wife and son, Hu Yixiong's parents and sister, Ding Dali's parents, and Ma Er's parents...... One by one, the names were handed over, and the lengths were almost two months, for seven days, for three days, and for one day.
"My good man!" No matter how many times Li Tongxuan had done Dharma rituals before and how many Zhai masters he had met, he couldn't help but be speechless at this time, "What are the brothers on this mountain going to do?" He looked at Ding Dali, who came to hand over the list, and thought to himself, I didn't expect these people to believe in these things more than the common people under the mountain! However, if everyone has such filial piety and piety, why did they come to become bandits again? For a while, he wondered in his heart.
"Dao Chief, don't bother!" After handing over the list, Ding Dali said very respectfully.
"Be polite, polite, we try to be as thoughtful as possible!" Li Tongxuan said while scanning the bandits standing straight with weapons in hand inside and outside the house, feeling strange and a little dissatisfied in his heart, but it was difficult to say it in front of Ding Dali.
When Ding Dali left, Li Tongxuan came to Qiu Chuji, and couldn't help but express the doubts in his heart: "Brother Qiu Dao, it's not strange that you say it's strange, they are arranging the Dharma without saying anything, take a look, are you still sending someone to take care of us?"
Qiu Chuji stood in front of the window, looked at the bandits lined up outside the courtyard, nodded lightly, and said, "It's inevitable!"
"Why is it inevitable?" asked Li Tongxuan.
"In the eyes of the bandits, we are the same as the officers and soldiers. Qiu Chuji said slowly, "It is inevitable to be on guard!"
"But we are Taoist priests, and we don't touch either side!" Li Tongxuan said urgently.
Hearing Li Tongxuan say this, Qiu Chuji couldn't help but smile and said calmly, "If you come, you will be safe." We just do our business, what about them, why should we care?"
"Alas, I think my old Li has never been guarded like this before!" Li Tongxuan said, "Yesterday, my disciples also said that they are followed when they go to the toilet now, as if they are afraid that they will run away, it is really uncomfortable! I have never experienced this anywhere before!"
"Whether you are comfortable or not is originally in your own heart. Qiu Chuji still said lightly.
Seeing that Qiu Chuji was always in no hurry, Li Tongxuan couldn't help but his thumb and said admiringly: "Brother Qiu Dao, if I have such a state of mind as you, I'm afraid I will live like a living immortal!"
The disciples have always followed the master, and the disciples on both sides of the world felt uncomfortable when they found that they were actually being guarded, but now when they see that the master is so calm, they will slowly adjust their mentality, and they no longer take being guarded seriously, they just prepare leisurely every day, and go on the field safely.
Seeing that these old and young Taoist priests were comfortable and safe every day, the bandits who were guarding them gradually felt uncomfortable.
Seven days is fast and fast, and in these seven days, Ding Dali went to see how Miao Langzhong's injury was recovering from time to time.
In the past few days, Miao Langzhong felt better and better day by day, and on the fifth day, he said that his leg didn't hurt at all, and he had to walk on the ground, but he was stopped by Bian Zhihe.
Bian Zhihe remembered Master's instructions, and he persuaded Miao Langzhong to stop him: "My Uncle Miao, you are also a Langzhong yourself, so you feel sorry for me, don't let me be scolded by Master at that time! You said that if your patients are as anxious as you, can the disease be cured neatly?"
When Bian Zhihe said something, Miao Langzhong felt embarrassed: "Child, I just found out that it's really uncomfortable to lie on the bed and not move!"
"Uncle, just bear with it! In two days, the master said that you are so neat, if you don't want to come down, I have to urge you to come down!" Bian Zhihe was talking, Ding Dali came in from outside the door, and saw Miao Langzhong crooked on the side of the bed with an extremely desolate look, and couldn't help asking: "Old Miao, okay?"
"I think it's okay!" Miao Lang Zhongzheng was so depressed that he was very happy to have someone to speak when he saw Ding Dali, "But this little Taoist won't let me go to the ground! It's really depressing! I can now understand the mood of the second master!"
Speaking of this, Miao Langzhong suddenly remembered and said: "Mr. Ding, let Daochang Qiu show the second master a look, I promise to see it better than me! Look at my brain, why didn't I think about it earlier!"
Looking at Miao Langzhong's eager look, Ding Dali was a little embarrassed: "Who said it wasn't, we didn't even bother to think about it!" Then he approached Miao Langzhong, stretched out his hand and touched Miao Langzhong's injury: "Doesn't this hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt. Miao Langzhong shook his head and looked at Ding Dali's eyes that lit up: "I didn't expect it to get better so quickly! Who dares to think about it, I don't dare to think about it for so many years of practicing medicine! This hurts my muscles and bones......
"One hundred days!" Bian Zhihe mischievously replied beside him, "Uncle Miao, this time it's up to you to believe my master or not!"
"I believe, I believe a hundred letters!" Miao Langzhong said with a smile.
Ding Dali didn't look like Miao Langzhong was pretending, besides, he thought that he had a relationship with Miao Langzhong for many years, and he knew Miao Langzhong's personality clearly, so he wouldn't lie to himself in this matter.
After pondering for a moment, Ding vigorously turned to Bian Zhihe and asked, "Daoist Xiao, I want to ask, I don't know if Daoist Qiu treats people differently?"
"Divide people, divide whom?" Bian Zhihe was stunned and asked rhetorically.
"That is, our people on the mountain are injured, is he willing to treat the Taoist?" said this, Ding Dali couldn't help but be afraid.
"My master will definitely cure it. Bian Zhihe said with great certainty, "Master has always been unequivocal in saving people!"
After hearing Bian Zhihe's words, he once again carefully inquired about the improvement of Miao Langzhong's injury, and Ding Dali went to Hu Yixiong and prepared to ask Qiu to come and see Hu Yixiong's injury.
For nearly half a month, Hu Yixiong had already been depressed, and when he heard Ding Dali talk about the situation, he didn't hesitate at all, and urged Ding Dali to hurry up and invite Daoist Qiu to come.
Ding Dali listened to the movement outside and said, "Brother Xiong, listen, they are not finished yet! Today is the last day of the overall Dharma service on our mountain, and we don't know when it will end!"
"Alas!" Hu Yixiong let out a long sullen breath, lay down helplessly, looked at the roof, and hummed extremely boringly. Ding Dali listened carefully and found that Hu Yixiong was humming a new rhyme tune today, but today it was not the relaxed tune before, but more sad and sad.
Ding Dali listened and listened, his eyes couldn't help but look out the window, and not far from the open space, the brothers who were watching the ritual gathered in a circle and circle. He suddenly found that the people who knelt down today were very neat, as if there were more rules, and the bandits who usually liked to laugh and play and had no proper shape actually looked very pious at this time. The sun shone on their faces, and if they didn't know that they were bandits, no one would have thought that the people who were so sincere in their worship at this moment would be like that.
"Alas, I don't know if keeping these Taoist priests to work on the mountain is a curse or a blessing for us!" Ding Dali only felt that the whole thing was very strange now, but he couldn't say where it was weird.
What made him even more embarrassed was that whether it was weird or not, he felt that he had no power to change it, and could only let it go.
Just as he was pondering, he suddenly heard Hu Yixiong shouting: "Dali, listen, the event is over! Go and invite Daoist Qiu to come!"
(To be continued, welcome to look forward to it)