Chapter 158 Treatment

158 Treatment

He had nightmares for several days in a row. When he saw Wang Yixing again, he felt that he had lost a lot of weight. Xiang Jiannan himself was not much better than him.

Both of them had been silent for a long time because of the previous fire. Compared with Wang Yihang, although Xiang Jiannan was a cultivator, he did not have the big heart like his master.

"My disciple, don't stay in the temple all the time. Go out for a walk more often, or you will get sick."

"It's hard to cure a heart disease. I just heard that the price of pork in town has gone up. Let's eat some vegetarian food today."

What is the relationship between these two things? As soon as he sat on the ground, he saw the master holding a stack of talisman papers. His face was expressionless despite his concern. Xiang Jiannan really had nothing to say to the old Taoist priest now.

He rolled up his Taoist robe and wanted to move to another place, but when he looked up, he saw Wang Yihang.

His face was haggard and his eyes were bloodshot. After entering the temple, he didn't say hello and walked straight towards the incense hall.

The whole person looks like a zombie.

"Look, if you keep insisting on doing what you want, you'll end up like this, too..."

I can see Wang Yihang at this time almost every day, and I have noticed all the changes in him. Gao Yuan just happened to use this to give me a lecture today.

He didn't expect that Wang Yihang would become like this after that day. When he left the Taoist temple before, this kid looked quite normal.

Old Master Chen had already had some complaints and had said that he would be replaced soon.

The mansion does not keep idle people, and Wang Yixing’s current mental state is no longer suitable for helping out at home.

His eyes were dull and he looked dazed the whole day. Although they knew that he was frightened, the Chen Mansion was not a charity.

"Go and talk to Wang Yi and his party. I have been trying to persuade them for a few days but it still has no effect."

Feeling helpless in front of Wang Yixing's back, and knowing that his mental illness could not be relieved in a short period of time, Gao Yuan spoke to Xiang Jiannan.

Fighting poison with poison is the only solution he can think of at the moment. Letting his disciple communicate with Wang and his party might have a miraculous effect.

These two guys have been very quiet lately, watching everything inside and outside, which makes the old Taoist priest very worried.

They were both full of life and vigor, but the fire almost drove them crazy.

"How long has he been like this?"

When he first saw Wang and his group, he was also shocked. He thought it was related to the fire. While speaking, Xiang Jiannan was about to enter the incense hall.

Looking at Gao Yu'an, he wanted to criticize him a few more times, but when he saw the old Taoist priest slipping away quickly, he had to give up in disappointment.

The master did not admit that there was anything wrong with his actions that night. In his own words, the way of life is unpredictable.

As a small group of cultivators, I have done my best to protect those women for a few days.

You can't let yourself be like those bald donkeys and just act like a traitor.

This method would never work in front of the great scholar Chen Ruhua.

The great way protects the big and not the small.

"Wang Yihang?"

When they entered the incense hall, they saw Wang and his party kneeling in front of the clay statue of their master, looking very humble. Xiang Jiannan came aside and shouted.

You could even see the veins on this man's exposed arm, and he remained motionless even after he spoke.

After waiting for a long time, he suddenly straightened up and changed his sitting position. Then he looked at the little Taoist priest beside him, with no light in his eyes.

Is the blow so great? Compared with him, I seem to be much more normal.

After Wang Yihang looked at him, there was actually nothing he could do. He had to sit on the cushion and sit in meditation with him. Xiang Jiannan felt that this old man was really a miserable person.

The two of them are now fellow patients, and people of the same kind don't talk to each other, so they simply gave up the idea of ​​speaking and let Wang Yihang go on his own.

There is nothing to enlighten him. I can't read minds, so how can I know what Wang Yihang is really thinking?

"Little Taoist Priest"

Staring at Xiang Jiannan for several minutes without blinking, Wang Yihang suddenly spoke, taking out a few taels of silver from his sleeves, his tone full of regret:

"I hid some of the money I got last time, and I haven't been able to sleep well these past few days."

"As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw the women in the car, smiling and calling me over. I actually listened to what the old Taoist priest said before."

"Don't think too much. What happened that night has nothing to do with you."

Xiang Jiannan was caught off guard by the sudden words and didn't know how to persuade him. He tried his best to imitate his master's tone when speaking.

But I felt my fingers moving constantly, and I naturally covered them with my sleeve while speaking.

There was no girl calling him over in his dream. The reason why Wang Yixing had such a dream might be that he thought too much afterwards.

Unlike me who knows some of the truth, this brother becomes like this simply because he is afraid.

“When I close my eyes, they are all there.”

It was completely useless to say such things. When he opened his mouth again, his expression became painful. Wang Yixing repeated the sentence again and suddenly slammed his hands hard on the ground. Xiang Jiannan, who was about to speak, was suddenly speechless.

Is this the rhythm of an explosion? Don't control it, just release it.

Bang! Just as Xiang Jiannan was waiting to see if Wang Yihang would be better off, he heard a crash outside the door, and the entire incense hall suddenly shook violently.

As the two wooden doors of the incense hall were instantly cut in half, the Guan Gong sword that had been standing upright against the wall suddenly flew in, breaking in horizontally, and stopped only when it was about to hit the back of Wang Yixing's head.

When the other party turned around, the young Taoist priest beside him had already stood up, holding the handle of the knife and pounding it on the ground, and his tone of voice changed:

"Come and play."

As soon as he finished speaking, he left the incense hall.

This tone, how come it is exactly the same as in the dream! When Xiang Jiannan was talking, he always felt that he was possessed by a few girls. Turning around and looking at the little Taoist priest who jumped into the courtyard, Wang Yihang was left shivering. Turning his head, he saw that the incense hall was gloomy. He immediately shuddered and got up and ran out.

I always feel that it's safer outside. Why does that clay statue of our master look so creepy now?

Swish, swish, swish! When Wang Yihang arrived at the door, he saw the young Taoist priest waving his sword. He was surrounded by a green aura. After a few moves, he felt much better.

Although the young Taoist priest's movements were not always smooth, his methodical manner made him feel extremely refreshed.

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Even without moving, beads of sweat were already appearing on my face, and now all I wanted to do was to say "good".

The young Taoist priest's movements became more and more skillful, and his sword was wielded with great force. He seemed like a different person.

As the big knife in his hand kept flying, he could no longer see its shape. The blade seemed to change shape in the sunlight, like a belt, and began to circle around the young Taoist priest.

In the end, I couldn't tell which was the person and which was the knife. I could only see a green ball swirling around in front of my eyes.

Bang! Suddenly, he saw the blade of the big knife slashing towards his head. He screamed and fell to the ground. Wang Yixing finally saw it clearly.

If it was any lower, I might have been killed today. When did the young Taoist priest become so powerful!

At this moment, he was holding the hilt of the knife and doing a lunge with a stern look in his eyes, which made me feel uneasy.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"It's all healed now!"

"Okay, pay me the medical fees first. Don't hide it. I saw you take it out before."

What did I do? I fled from Ping An Temple.

It still felt incredible until they entered the house, as if they had just woken up from a dream. Wang Yihang's legs were still shaking as he was looking for clothes.

He had been hiding in Ping'an Temple these days hoping to seek protection from his master, but he never expected that today he was scared out by the young Taoist priest in the temple.

By the way, he took away all the silver he had hidden.

Compared with the feeling just now, those things in the dream were nothing. Who was I trying to scare?

Mom, where are the new pants I left in the room? Don't come in! I'll find them myself...

"What did you do, disciple?"

He passed by Wang and his entourage head-on, and it took him a long time to react after hearing the noise. He had been standing outside the temple waiting for pilgrims, thinking that the two patients might need quiet. Gao Yuan didn't think the matter was so serious at first.

It was not until I heard footsteps behind me that I realized something might have gone wrong.

He immediately started walking towards the Taoist temple. Before he had taken a few steps, he saw Wang and his entourage, who looked full of energy.

He sweated so much that even his pants were wet. When he saw me, he actually nodded. Although he didn't say anything, I could tell that he was fine.

Looking inside again, he saw the disciple sitting at the door of the incense hall with a big knife in his hand. The two wooden doors behind him seemed to be completely destroyed from a distance.

"I don't know either."

Still holding the silver he had looted from Wang and his party in his hand, Xiang Jiannan could sense greed in the old Taoist's eyes as he spoke. He stood up and clenched his fists.

He felt that the silver in his hand was earned by his own labor, and, unknown! If Wang Yihang had not hidden it, would this matter have never happened?

“It will cost a lot to repair the two wooden doors.”

Seeing that his disciple seemed to want to hide the money for himself, Gao Yuan didn't want to bother with him any more and just stick to the facts.

He narrowed his eyes to show his majesty, and pointed all five fingers at the little Taoist priest:

"Master only asked you to persuade Wang and his party. Why do you have to work so hard, disciple?"

"The noise before must have startled our master. Disciple, you and I depend on each other for survival. You must not be selfish when doing things."

“We’re all family.”

"I think these silver coins are ominous."

Knowing what his master meant, Xiang Jiannan clenched his fists even tighter. He ignored the old Taoist's desire and wanted to discuss a few more words with him after he finished speaking, but the other party was stretching his neck and couldn't wait any longer.

He tried to snatch the silver in various ways: "Master has practiced for many years to treat the unknown. Disciple, open your palm. Very good, take all!"

(End of this chapter)