Chapter 765 (1/2)

After kneeling down the last step, the door of Sanqing Temple opened slowly.

A small Taoist boy came out from the inside. When he saw Han Zhan standing outside the door, wet, with winding scarlet blood on his pale and haggard face, he was suddenly startled. When his sight fell on the blue purple on his forehead, he couldn't help knowing.

Many people will knock and kneel step by step, but the most is the blue and red forehead. It is the first time he has seen such a sincere person with such a broken head.

He nodded slightly to Han Zhan, ”is this Taoist friend here to offer incense? Please come inside.”

After that, let's open the way and bring people to Sanqing image.

”What do you want? After you finish the three pillars of fragrance, go back and wait.”

Han Zhan said thank you, took the incense and lit it respectfully, and then knocked his head three times.

After staying behind, he suddenly found that he came out in a hurry and didn't bring any incense money.

Seeing Han Zhan's embarrassment, Tao Tong said, ”Master said that if Taoist friends are willing, they can donate three of your hair, that's enough.”

Han Zhan was stunned. He didn't know what sanqingguan wanted his hair to do, but he gave it honestly and didn't ask why.

After receiving it, Dao Tong sent Han Zhan to the gate of Sanqing temple.

”Taoist friend, go slowly.”

Then he turned back and closed the door.

According to the master, he put the three hairs in a brocade bag and put them on the offering table under the Sanqing statue. Together with the Sanqing statue, they were offered by fireworks.

The head is also knocked, and the incense is on. Han Zhan can only go back.

I don't know whether the kowtow was too cruel or whether the last glimmer of hope was used up. I don't know the result. Han Zhan just felt dizzy and in a trance.

The road back has become extremely long.

After he went down the mountain, he looked back at the Sanqing Temple hidden in the depths of the jungle.

The drizzle did not know when it had stopped. The sun jumped out of the sky, and the colorful clouds and clouds stained most of the sky. Together with the mountain streams behind them, they became a pair of ink painting.

Han Zhan took back his sight, turned to get on the horse and rode away.

One man and one horse gradually disappeared into the mountain path.

……

As soon as Han Zhan returned to the city master's residence, Lu Lingyu ran forward.

”My Lord, madam is all right!” Lu Lingyu followed Han Zhan and watched Han Zhan knock up step by step.

So he hurried back to Yanghu pass before Han Zhan to see if Chu Zhi would get out of danger.

As a result, as soon as he came back, he heard the ghost doctor surprised and said, ”eh? The pulse is back. People are conscious!”

You say God is not God?

Lu Lingyu stared at Han Zhan's embarrassed appearance and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He couldn't help but want to say whether Han Zhan wanted to have a rest and deal with his wound, but Han Zhan disappeared before his words were exported.

They only felt a gust of wind.

Meng Wan was wiping the sweat on Chu Zhi's forehead. She heard the door clang. She quickly turned back and saw Han Zhan standing at the door with a hard-working face, muddy and wet.

”You... How did you become like this?”

Han Zhan didn't seem to hear it. He walked to Chu Zhi and knelt down slowly in front of her bed.

”Oh... Zhizhi, she's all right.” Meng Wan quickly said, ”the ghost doctor and the Divine Mother said that Zhizhi would wake up soon. Don't worry. It's you... Why don't you wash first? Don't infect your wound.”

Meng Wan said for a while, but Han Zhan didn't respond, so he knew he couldn't listen.

He could only sigh silently and stepped back to stay outside.

”Zhizhi, I'm back...”