In Wu Daosheng's eyes, he saw a transparent shadow floating in the simple house.
He looks a bit like Mo Laonong. If I'm not mistaken, he should be the old man's son.
But how do I bring up this matter?
The old man is over 70 years old and now he is alone. If he didn’t have a son to take care of him,
I'm afraid he has long lost the faith to support him.
Wu Daosheng was a little confused. Logically speaking, he was just eager to help and then continued on his way.
However, when I got here, I found that the old man lived alone and had no one to take care of him.
His leg is broken, which is very worrying.
"well!"
Wu Daosheng sighed again
Decided to stay for a day and wait for the old man's leg injury to heal before leaving
As for that transparent figure, meeting is fate. Let's help him to be liberated tonight.
Look at the old man who endures the pain and continues to dry the silkworm leaves.
Wu Daosheng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it would be better for the old man not to know. It was so painful for an old man to send off a young man.
"Old man, you should take a rest. I'll help you dry the silkworm leaves!"
After that, he walked over, took the bag of mulberry leaves from Old Farmer Mo, spread them on the bamboo strips on the ground, and let the morning dew on them dry.
"I'm so sorry to bother you so much!" Old Farmer Mo looked at the miracle doctor with gratitude.
I didn't expect that there are such kind people in the world.
Old Farmer Mo watched Wu Daosheng help him dry the silkworm leaves, then took out his pipe and started smoking.
After drying the mulberry leaves, Wu Daosheng sat down next to Mr. Mo to chat.
Wu Daosheng asked the villagers why they all went to the city to work, and why the children did not stay at home.
Old Farmer Mo sighed softly, "Why? Because this place is too remote, there is no electricity or traffic. Many people can't eat enough all year round, so they have to go out to work."
"As for children, let's not even talk about them. How many young people still get married and have children? Besides eating, drinking, and having fun, what do they know about the principles of life?"
Wu Daosheng looked around and saw that the place seemed quite run-down. He asked curiously, "Old man, isn't it because of poverty? The village doesn't look wealthy."
Mo Laonong did not answer, but returned to the room, dragged out an old wooden box, gently wiped the dust, and called out, "Little Doctor, come and take a look, is there any treasure you want?"
Wu Daosheng was curious, so he walked over.
Mo Lao Nong opened the box, and found a lot of gold and copper coins and antique pendants inside. In addition, there was a box containing a blood-red ginseng, which looked very valuable.
"To be honest, I've accumulated quite a bit of wealth in my life. This money was enough for that scoundrel of mine to get married. But, he went to the city and never came back. Sigh..."
Mo Lao Nong sighed again. He couldn't understand what was so good about the city. He even ignored his family.
The old man had saved his entire life just to make his son's life better. Unfortunately, the two of them were separated by Yin and Yang.
Wu Daosheng stared at the ginseng for a long time without saying a word. If he remembered correctly, it should be the Blood Sun Ginseng, but the spiritual energy had been lost. It was useless for cultivators, but it had the effect of prolonging life for mortals.
Blood yang ginseng can be used with dragon blood vine to refine "Dragon Blood Pill". After taking it, one can be reborn and expel impurities from the body. The effect is better than the bone and muscle pill.
Wu Daosheng was somewhat tempted. His junior sister had just started practicing cultivation and needed this kind of spiritual ginseng to be used with dragon blood vine to refine pills, so he asked
"Old man, where did you get this blood ginseng? Can you tell me where it is?"
Upon hearing this, Old Farmer Mo generously handed the blood ginseng to Wu Daosheng, "I'll give this ginseng to you! It's a token of my gratitude for saving my life. If you think it's not enough, you can take the money here too!"
"Originally, I wanted to leave it to my silly son, but now that no news has come back, I guess it won't come back..."
Old Farmer Mo looked outside the house. He was old, but not confused. Who wouldn't miss the past and go home to visit?
Wu Daosheng felt sorry for him, but did not accept the gift. "Old man, your blood ginseng is useless to me. I need fresh ones. You can keep this one for yourself and occasionally cut a small piece to chew on. It will help heal your leg injury."
Mo Laonong reluctantly took back the box and told him that there was a cave in the back mountain with a fork in the cave, and asked him to go along the passage on the east side.
Wu Daosheng thanked him and did not leave immediately, but checked his injuries.
Seeing that the silkworm leaves were almost dried, Mr. Mo was about to go feed the silkworms. Wu Daosheng told him to have a good rest and then went out.
He also raised silkworms and was self-sufficient in the Taoist temple. His master taught him how to make daily necessities, including raising silkworms, spinning silk, and weaving cloth!
Wu Daosheng skillfully placed the leaves in a hollow bamboo basket and took it to the silkworm breeding room next door. He replaced the leftover leaves with new ones and placed them on the silkworms.
His movements were very skillful, just like what his master taught him when he was a child.
After doing this, he walked out and planned to walk around the village.
Mr. Mo told him to be careful of the free-range dogs, they were very fierce.
Wu Daosheng told him not to worry and then walked into the village
Mo Lao Nong looked at the young man's back, missing his son who had not returned for a long time, and his expression darkened again.
"Dashan, you haven't been home for so long, don't you miss home?"
Old farmer Mo walked towards the house with his body hunched.
When Wu Daosheng entered the village, a group of big yellow dogs immediately rushed out. However, they did not bark, but followed him with their tails wagging.
It's like meeting a new owner and wanting to rub the corner of this person's clothes.
Wu Daosheng smiled, stretched out his hand and ignited a beam of golden light, which entered the body of the yellow dog.
The group of big yellow dogs crawled on the ground and extended their paws to thank the stranger as if they had received a gift.
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