"real?"
Taoist Lingyu was startled and pulled out a few strands of his beard.
He thought he would continue to persuade her, but she just agreed so easily? It felt unreal.
Xihe nodded: "Of course, but I also have a request."
"Require?"
Taoist Lingyu was surprised. Seeing the woman opposite him smiling but not saying anything, he immediately felt embarrassed. "Of course, of course, it's normal to have requests. Master Cheng, just tell us. As long as you can do it, Luosong Temple will do its best to meet your request."
Suddenly, he realized why such a busy man would suddenly come to Luosong Temple. It turned out that he had something to ask for.
Xihe also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Luosong Temple had any requirements, everything would be easy.
She looked towards the elders' residence in the east: "I want to ask for something from Taoist Qingyu." Just now, when passing by the elders' residence, Fulu noticed that the scent of deer antlers came from the courtyard where Elder Qingyu lived.
Taoist Lingyu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "Senior Brother Qingyu?"
Xihe noticed it and immediately felt bad: "But what's wrong?"
Taoist Lingyu didn't want to answer at first, but considering that there was really little food left in the temple and it was not easy to meet someone with such a strong background as Mr. Cheng, he thought about it and decided to explain the reason in detail.
It turned out that Taoist Master Qingyu's partner was injured and unconscious ten years ago, so he didn't want to see anyone except the doctor and stayed with his wife all day.
Taoist Lingyu was embarrassed: "I'm afraid my senior brother doesn't want to see you."
Ten years ago?
Xihe immediately thought of the demonic Taoist priest and the battle that Master Ziyang had mentioned. He immediately understood: "If this is the case, then Taoist Qingyu must meet with us."
Half an hour later, the group entered Taoist Qingyu's residence.
Lingyu, Fuchen and others were waiting in the yard. Only Xihe, Fulu and the gloomy-looking Taoist Qingyu were in the room.
After Fulu checked, he asked directly: "Can it be saved?"
Fulu nodded, and Qingyu's face darkened with disbelief. He had already begged so many people, and everyone had given the same answer: they couldn't save him. Even the abbot of the Nantang Wuqing Temple, who had fought for his life against the King of Hell, couldn't do anything. Now, an old man with no spiritual power at all was saying he could save him? It was an Arabian Nights fantasy!
He opened his mouth to scold, but Xihe spoke first, "You should have listened to what Taoist Lingyu said. We have demands."
Taoist Qingyu swallowed the words in his mouth and looked at the two of them with a serious gaze.
Xihe and Fulu exchanged a glance, then looked at the woman lying on the bed, whose life or death was unknown. His eyes fell on her hand and he said, "I want what she has in her hand."
"no!"
Taoist Qingyu didn't even think about it.
Xihe's attitude was also very firm: "Then there is no room for negotiation."
Taoist Qingyu was extremely angry: "You dare!" He drew out his sword and placed it directly on Xihe's neck. As long as he pressed down, the delicate neck would be separated from the body immediately. However, Xihe was not afraid at all.
Fulu stood up immediately: "Cheng Ge!"
Xihe looked at Taoist Qingyu and said, "Whether you want your wife to live or keep the things, it all depends on your decision."
Taoist Qingyu had a gloomy expression on his face as he stared at Xihe, but he couldn't bring himself to draw his sword. Perhaps, perhaps they could really rescue Ah Shuang, but... when he found his wife, she was holding that thing tightly in her hand, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pry it open. So, that thing must be very important to her.
Taoist Qingyu hesitated, and the people outside the window heard the sound of weapons clashing and immediately rushed in:
“Senior Brother!”
"Miss!"
The sword was against Xihe's neck.
Everyone was shocked instantly, and A-Lu screamed in fear: "What are you doing?"
Taoist Lingyu rushed forward and swept away the sword with one hand. Qingyu staggered back two steps.
Xihe wiped his neck casually, not caring at all: "Have you thought it through?"
Qingyu's chest heaved violently: "Okay!" However, he stared at them intently and gritted his teeth: "If you can't save me, I will never let you go."
The thing was right in front of her, so Xihe didn't care about his attitude and said directly, "Okay."
After driving everyone out, the room suddenly became quiet. Xihe looked at Fulu, and Fulu walked to the person lying on the bed, whose life or death was unknown. He gently placed his hand on her head, and gently extended his divine power into her brain... This person's head was attacked, and her consciousness was damaged, so she had been in a coma.
Fulu's face gradually turned pale. Xihe stabbed himself with a knife, and seeing that it was inconvenient to hold the bowl, he directly put his hand on his lips.
Fulu paused and looked at her. Xihe's lips were pale and she smiled: "Come on."
Fulu said nothing, lowered his eyes, and sucked gently.
The process was neither slow nor fast. After about an hour, Taoist Qingyu was about to rush in when the door suddenly creaked open from the inside. Xihe supported Fulu and said, "Alright, he'll wake up at noon tomorrow."
Taoist Qingyu rushed in and saw his wife on the bed. Her complexion had regained a little bit of its rosy complexion and she was in a deep sleep.
He subconsciously looked at her palm, but the thing was gone.
He gritted his teeth, but was helpless.
After returning to the guest room, Xihe casually gave A'lu a few words of advice and then fell asleep on the bed. A'lu was so distressed that she hurriedly asked for help from the kitchen of Luosong Temple to boil a pot of blood-replenishing medicinal soup. The next day, when Xihe woke up, he was forced to drink several bowls of it.
Xihe didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You're not afraid of my nose bleeding."
Most people can't bear to eat too much of this.
Ah Lu packed up the medicine jars, tears streaming down her face. "I don't know what you're doing. I only ask one thing of you: nothing must happen!" Is bleeding all that much all day a joke? It's only been a short while since she left, and her young lady's wrists have already become significantly thinner.
Unfortunately, she was just a maid and could not stop the young lady at all, so she could only find ways to nourish her young lady's body.
Xihe's heart softened immediately: "Don't worry, nothing will happen to me."
Still feeling exhausted, she yawned and lay back down. "Go and pour a few bowls for Mr. Fu as well. Put more ginseng and other things in there. Don't be stingy."
Ah Lu was unhappy: "You only care about him, but you also care about yourself!"
In the end, she followed her young lady's wishes and cut a whole root of century-old ginseng and put it into the medicine jar.
She had discovered long ago that her young lady and Mr. Fu were different from ordinary people. Other people took ginseng slices and were afraid of overdosing on it, but her young lady and Mr. Fu often felt that even one slice was not enough.
Ah Lu sighed, fortunately her young lady came from a wealthy family, otherwise how could they afford to support her.
As everyone was anxiously waiting, Taoist Qingyu's wife woke up at noon. Although it was only for a moment, she fell asleep again afterwards. However, it was enough to show how powerful Fulu was. This incident directly alarmed the temple master.
When Xihe woke up, the master of the temple was waiting in the yard.
She walked over with a smile: "Master."
The abbot looked behind her with curiosity: "Mr. Fu?"
Xihe simply said, "Not awake yet," and then discussed the matter of food with the abbot. He directly gave the token and asked them to go to the Cheng family's shop to get food... The abbot's eyes flashed: "Where is Master Cheng going next?"
Xihe paused, slowly raised his head and looked towards the master of the temple.
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