The protagonist Wu Daosheng has left Shenguang City and is walking in the mountains and forests.
This place is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. There is no noisy music, no corrupt social atmosphere, only the silence of the mountains and the warm sunshine.
At this time, he changed into a green robe and carried the "Wuxie" peach wood sword on his back. From a distance, he looked like a sword immortal.
He has an extraordinary temperament, a mysterious light flashes between his eyebrows, and his eyes are deep, as if they contain the starlight of the universe.
Walking on the mountain forest path, he felt as if he had returned to the world of cultivation, which made him feel relaxed and happy.
Not far away, there is a village with smoke rising from it. It seems that they are making breakfast.
Wu Daosheng looked from afar and suddenly missed the life in the cultivation world and his master.
"Respected Master, I am doing well. I am just a little worried about you. I have taken the initiative to accept a junior sister. I think you will be happy to see this."
A smile appeared on Wu Daosheng's face, and he muttered to himself
Suddenly, there was a sound of "ouch" from the front, as if someone had fallen down and something heavy was pressing on them, making a painful sound.
Then, an old man's sad voice sounded, "My leg is broken, and the mulberry leaves are scattered all over the ground. What should I do..."
It seems that he is an old farmer. However, breaking his leg is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for him, or rather, a despair.
Wu Daosheng hurried over and saw the old man covering his face and crying. His old face was full of tears and sweat.
The old man was wearing thin clothes, many of which were wet with dew. There were two sacks of mulberry leaves beside him, and some of them were scattered on the ground.
"Don't worry, old man. Let me check on your injuries." Wu Daosheng squatted down and checked the old man's injuries.
The old farmer's name is Mo Dagen, an old mulberry farmer in Mo Village. He is called Mo Laonong. When he saw the young man was willing to help, hope ignited in his cloudy eyes.
"Thank you, young man, thank you!"
"You're welcome. Please bear with me, it might hurt a little!"
He gently lifted the old man's leg and checked the injury. He saw a bruise on the old man's knee and a clear sign of the bone leaning forward.
"It looks like the kneecap is broken, and there's blood bruises inside."
Wu Daosheng made a judgment
Mo Laonong's face was gray, and the glimmer of hope in his cloudy eyes dimmed instantly.
"My life is so miserable, so miserable... I have wasted my whole life and will not have a good ending," the old farmer lamented to the sky.
Wu Daosheng tapped a few acupuncture points with his fingers to block the nerve induction, then helped him correct the bones, used his fingers to gather energy and pierce the blood stasis and swelling, and let the blood out.
Mo Laonong stared at him in amazement, "A miracle doctor, absolutely a miracle doctor!"
The old farmer ignited hope and wanted to kowtow to him.
After treating the injury, Wu Daosheng reminded Mo Laonong, "Old man, I will help you drain the blood stasis and straighten your knee bones. I will open your acupuncture points and connect your retinal nerves. It may be painful, so please bear with it."
After that, he tapped the spot where he had just been, connecting the retina to the nerve.
Mo Lao Nong cried out in pain, and beads of sweat rolled down the ground.
Wu Daosheng took out a pill from his Qiankun Ring and handed it to the old man. "Take this pill first. It will relieve your pain and heal your injuries!"
Mo Lao Nong was filled with gratitude and took the pill and swallowed it. After a while, the old man's face looked much better and the pain was not so severe.
"Thank you, miracle doctor! Thank you, miracle doctor!"
Wu Daosheng helped the old man up and said, "Where is your home? I'll take you back."
"Thank you, benefactor! That's my home." Old Farmer Mo pointed to the village not far away.
Wu Daosheng carried the old man on his back, picked up two sacks of mulberry leaves, and walked towards the village. Along the way, the old man kept thanking Wu Daosheng. "Young man, you are such a good person! If it weren't for you, I really don't know what I would do."
Wu Daosheng smiled and shook his head, "Don't be so polite, people who practice Taoism always enjoy helping others!
Walking into the village, Wu Daosheng found it unusually quiet. There were no children playing and no villagers in sight.
A trace of doubt arose in my heart
Arriving at Mo Laonong's home, Wu Daosheng laid him on the bed.
The room was extremely simple, with only an old wooden bed, a table and a few chairs as the only furniture.
"Old man, where have all the people in the village gone?" Wu Daosheng asked softly.
Old Farmer Mo sighed, "The young people have all gone out to work, leaving only us old people behind. I originally wanted to raise silkworms and sell cocoons to earn some living expenses, but I broke my leg instead..."
Wu Daosheng also sighed. Every family suffers. Some people work hard to make a living, while others abandon their parents for the sake of pleasure.
"Are you home alone?" Wu Daosheng asked casually when he saw this simple house with only one person's life.
Old Farmer Mo sighed, "My husband passed away early. I have a son, but he went out to work a few years ago and has never come back. There is no news response."
Just think it's gone, Mr. Mo.
Wu Daosheng hesitated to speak, looking at Mo Laonong's worried look, and sighed softly.
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