He knelt beside the man, tears welling in his eyes, and excitedly reached out to grab the man's hands.
"Master, what are you doing here?"
Dao Fuzi was in a daze, and Lin Yiheng was shaking him so much that he felt dizzy. He struggled to open his eyelids. Was he hallucinating? Why did the person in front of him look like a student from his old academy?
Her weakened body could no longer support her, and she collapsed onto Lin Yiheng.
Seeing the situation ahead, Yun Mo rode up from behind and pointed at the filthy refugee in his arms, asking, "What happened?"
Lin Yiheng's face still bore bruises, and Yun Mo subtly pursed his lips.
Lin Yiheng's brows furrowed with boundless joy, his eyes sparkling. "Now A'nan is saved."
Yun Mo was taken aback upon hearing this, and then shouted to Yun Wu behind him, "Yun Wu, come and see him quickly."
Yun Wu stepped forward and felt the pulse. "It's due to dehydration and hunger. It will recover after some rest."
Lin Shuo had already jumped off the cart. "Heng'er, who is he?"
“Uncle, he is my teacher at the academy. Let’s move him to the car.”
Lin Shuo and Lin Yiheng lifted the person onto the cart.
Grandma Zhao quickly said to Zhang, "Yuhua, hurry! Give him some sugar water to calm him down."
Zhang took out a bowl, poured out the hot water she had boiled that morning from the earthenware pot, and took out a small packet of sugar from her bundle, putting some into the water.
Lin Yiheng helped him up, and Zhang put the bowl to his mouth. Fortunately, he still had the ability to swallow and quickly finished the bowl of sugar water.
Around noon, Yunmo found a dry grove of trees ahead and told the group to stop and rest.
Looking at the Dao Fuzi, who was so thin he was practically skin and bones and no longer resembled a human being, Yun Mo frowned and asked Lin Yiheng.
"You think he can save Anan?"
"We'll find out when he wakes up."
With a sliver of hope, Yun Mo didn't want to make a mistake. Lin Yiheng was guarding the Daoist Master when he turned around and climbed into Lin Yinan's carriage.
When Lin Yiheng stopped to rest after hearing that he had picked up someone, Lin Yuanzhi and Lin Tiezhuang came over to see him.
Seeing that Master Dao was completely different from his former spirited self, and had become like this, the group couldn't help but feel sad.
The three chatted idly as the Taoist priest, having drunk the sugar water, slowly opened his eyes.
Lin Yiheng, who had been watching him closely, stepped forward with delight, "Master, you're awake!"
Dao Fuzi slowly opened his eyes, his gaze slowly sweeping over the faces of the three people before returning to Lin Yiheng. His voice was hoarse, as if it had been ground against a stone.
Am I dreaming?
"Master, you're not dreaming. I am Lin Yiheng."
“Master, and me, Lin Yuanzhi.”
“Master, don’t you remember me? I am Lin Tiezhuang.”
Only then did Master Dao realize that he was not dreaming, and he was so moved that tears streamed down his face.
Lin Yiheng asked softly, "Master, didn't you go traveling in the south? What are you doing here?"
Master Dao sighed, “I originally planned to return to the academy for the New Year last year, but when I was almost at Jiancheng, the Hu people attacked. In my haste to escape, I not only lost my luggage but also got separated from my servants. So I continued south with the refugee caravan.”
As they were talking, Chunni's mother brought over a bowl of cooked porridge. Dao Fuzi took it and, not caring that it was hot, wolfed it down. After finishing it in two bites, he handed the bowl back to Chunni's mother, saying, "Another bowl, please."
Chunni's mother looked at Lin Yiheng with a troubled expression. Lin Yiheng gently advised him, "Master, you have been hungry for too long. The doctor said that it is not advisable to eat too much at once, as your body cannot handle it. You need to eat small meals frequently and take it slow to recover."
Master Dao was a man who listened to advice; he nodded and stopped asking for food.
It was getting late, so Lin Yuanzhi and Lin Tiezhuang returned to their own camp.
After the two left, Lin Yiheng knelt down in front of the Taoist priest, his voice choked with sobs, "Master, could you please go and see my sister?"
Master Dao thought for a while before remembering the lively and charming little girl, "What happened to your sister?"
So, Lin Yiheng briefly explained Lin Yinan's symptoms to him.
Upon hearing that Lin Yinan was nearly six months pregnant, Dao Fuzi struggled to get off the cart, and Lin Yiheng quickly reached out to help him.
"Take me to see it."
Hearing that the tutor Lin Yiheng had taken in was going to visit Lin Yinan, Old Madam Zhao, Li Shulan, and Zhang all followed along.
Yun Mo was holding Lin Yinan in the carriage, resting with his eyes closed, when someone knocked on the carriage door.
"Master, Young Master Lin has brought that man over," Yun San reported from outside the carriage.
Pushing open the carriage door, Yun Mo jumped down and, together with Lin Yiheng, helped Dao Fuzi up.
Supported by Lin Yiheng, Dao Fuzi knelt in the carriage, sizing up Lin Yinan.
In just a few days, Lin Yinan lost a lot of weight. Her face was so thin that it looked unrecognizable, and she was so pale that there was no color in her skin. Her belly was bulging high under the thin blanket.
With just one glance, Master Dao saw it: "Eh, a soul separation disorder?!"
"Sir, what is the disease of soul separation?" Yun Mo asked.
"The disease of soul separation means that her soul is adrift and has a faint tendency to leave her body, which is why she has been in a deep sleep ever since."
Yun Mo knelt upright and kowtowed three times to the Taoist priest inside the carriage. "Sir, please save her!"
Upon hearing this, Li Shulan and Old Lady Zhao, who were outside the carriage, also knelt down and begged the Taoist Master to save Lin Yinan's life.
Looking at Lin Yinan's protruding belly, Master Dao said in a deep voice, "A person's soul is divided into 'three souls' and 'seven spirits.' Only when they are in their proper places can a person be healthy. Go and get me some silver needles. I need to seal her soul back into her body first."
Yun Mo hurriedly instructed Yun San to find Yun Qi to get the silver needles. Yun Qi rushed off and quickly retrieved the silver needles.
Lin Yiheng looked at the Taoist priest with bright eyes, "Master, will my sister wake up after being pricked with acupuncture?"
“She has a strong evil aura on her body, which she brought from another world. The needles are only to seal her soul and prevent her from wandering around. Otherwise, if this continues, she will die along with her unborn child sooner or later.”
Yun Mo didn't quite understand the first two sentences, but when he heard about the two deaths, he immediately became anxious, "Then how can we completely cure A'Nan?"
While giving Lin Yinan acupuncture, Master Dao said, "It would be best to find a Soul-Suppressing Jade for her to carry with her."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yiheng took out the jade pendant he always carried with him and asked, "Master, would you like this one?"
Master Dao glanced at the jade pendant in his hand and said, "Your jade pendant is too weak; it won't work."
Thinking of something, Yun Mo immediately took off the jade pendant around his neck. "Sir, this will do."
Master Dao's eyes lit up. He took it and examined it carefully with narrowed eyes. "This is very suitable. She needs to wear it close to her body so that her soul can be united with her body and she can give birth smoothly."
"She is my wife, and what is mine is hers."
“Very good. It won’t take long. Wearing it for three to five years will be enough to dispel the evil energy on her body. At that time, once her soul and spirit are united, she will no longer need to wear it.”
Master Dao returned the jade pendant to Yun Mo, who took it and thoughtfully put it around Lin Yinan's neck before carefully tucking it into her clothes.
Lin Yinan's head was covered in needles, and Old Mrs. Zhao and Li Shulan thanked the doctor again and again.
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