C114 (1/2)

Yuan Ming sighed and said, ”This is what you call beautiful mountains, bright water and beautiful flowers.” ”If you were to cultivate here, it would not be in vain for you to become a monk.” He was strolling about, when he heard a murmur of voices.

Yuan Ming looked towards the source of the sound. He saw a monk slowly walking over from the other side of the mountain peak. The tall monk wore a crown of Pilu, and the Long Infinity was tied up in a bun. The tall monk purple cloth, the wind cooling sleeve, the rhubarb cassock; the long Eight Trigrams Immortal Robe, the long water sleeve, the wind trembling. The tall monk drooped his neck several times, and the Taoist leader's heart of gossip was tightly protected in front of his chest.

The high monk grasped the jade ruyi and the Taoist priest held the white whisk. High brow frost beard snow points clear, Dao long five long whiskers with a clear tuft.

The Daoist only saw the face, but not the mouth of a Daolord. The High Monk could only see benevolent features, but could not find any words to describe it. The Daoist looked like a sage. In front of the High Monk's eyes, there was nothing. Both of them were calm and their steps were light.

Yuan Ming listened attentively to the two of them talking about national affairs. The monk said, ”The Japanese have gone too far these days.” The Taoist said, ”President Yuan Shikai is also unconscious.”

The two of them spoke elegantly and were holy and lofty. No matter how Yuan Ming looked at the two of them, he felt that they were extraordinary. His heart was filled with respect. Seeing the two of them walk towards him, Yuan Ming thought to himself, ”If I can become their disciple, it would be my honor to be able to do so. It would not be in vain for me to have failed.”

That Yuan Ming went up to greet him and was about to greet his master. Seeing him approach, the two people acted as if they didn't see him and continued to chat leisurely.

Yuan Ming said from the bottom of his heart, ”If an expert has such a temper, he will obey once he is pestered.” You ignore me, and I want to acknowledge you as my master as well! ”

Just as Yuan Ming was about to kneel and call him master, the monk twisted his face and raised his hand. Immediately, a huge boulder appeared in front of Yuan Ming, blocking his path.

Yuan Ming was surprised and thought to himself, ”It was just a flat ground just now, where did the boulder come from?” Did he cast a spell to move them here? How could he be so fast? In the blink of an eye. Even if they moved here, where would they let me see them? No, no. This was what you called a blind eye, not seeing Mount Tai at all. I must have missed it. ”

He hastily called out, ”Masters, please hold your steps. Please allow me to go over. I have something to ask of you!” The duo didn't reply. Yuan Ming circled around the huge rock and rushed to the side. He saw that the two men had disappeared without a trace.

Yuan Ming looked around and said with doubt, ”It's really strange today. I first saw that Er Long is gone, then the two of them suddenly disappeared. Could it be that the deities have gone into seclusion? Or is it that Erlong has appeared again? ”

He continued, ”How could there be a change in the deities? All the gods and demons were made up. I looked around for him. I don't believe I can't find him. ” He looked around quickly, looking for a path. There was a path to the forest at the edge of the rocks, and he ran down the mountain.

Yuan Ming replied happily, ”Got it, got it! The two men must have gone down the path to the temple. They are old, and I am young, so it is no trouble for me to catch up with them. ” He was about to give chase.

Unexpectedly, his legs felt like they were rooted to the ground, so how could he pull them out? Yuan Ming was shocked and shouted, ”Oh! Two deities. ”Yuan Ming has never offended you. Why did you stop me?” The Daoist Immortal didn't hear this shout, but it woke him up.

Yuan Ming opened his eyes and realized that he had been dreaming a long and beautiful dream.

The dream was still fresh in his mind. He smiled to himself and said, ”This was the boss's pleasure that day. He chatted with us for a while and told us that he had a manor in San Fa Ku. The manor was next to a mountain. Back in the Tang Dynasty, the mountain was called Chu Jinshan. Below the mountain, there was a spring called Holy Water Spring. The Tang Dynasty had been a thousand years since the vicissitudes of life. That mountain also changed its name a few times. It was no longer called 'Jin Jin', but 'Hu Eight Mountain'. The story told by Boss Wen fell into my dreams, and I dreamt of visiting the Eight Tigers Mountain. This dream is truly a miracle! ” He carelessly touched his body. It was cold everywhere, and the blanket had disappeared. He stretched out his hand and touched randomly on the ground.

Yuan Ming secretly laughed at himself for not sleeping well. He wanted to get up and pick up the dust from the floor. Unexpectedly, his right leg was still as hard as a stick. If he didn't listen to the instructions, he wouldn't be able to lift it.

Yuan Ming exclaimed, ”Crap! Must be sweating like the wind and suffering from arthralgia. ”

And he thought, ”When the blood is cold, it condenses; when it is hot, it boils. I worked hard, my body was warm, my blood and energy were contiguous, and I was cured of my illness. ” He would play with that leg and force it to move. Who would have thought, not moving is just hard stick numbness; a movement is more painful.

The more painful it was, the more active it became. He felt his muscles contract as if his bones were being squeezed out of his body. The pain made him sweat profusely, and he couldn't help it. Yuan Ming stopped what he was doing and said in his heart, ”This must be due to the cold obstruction of the meridian channels. As the saying goes, when there is cold, it hurts; when there is heat, there is swelling. It's an excellent defense. ”

He got down painfully, picked up the quilt, and brushed the dust away; he staggered outside to relieve himself; he saw the stars in the sky, and it was morning; he went back to bed, and the quilt was tightly wrapped, and he said to himself: ”I hope some white sweat will come out, and the meridians will warm, and the daybreak will be over.” He was once again very hazy, and the sound of his snoring had become very deep.

When Yuan Ming woke up again, it was already morning. And he felt as if his body were on fire, and his legs were burning, and he said to himself, ”Crap! ”This disease hasn't recovered yet.” The leg looked more developed and swollen than last night. He got dressed and slowly went down to the floor. He washed his face with difficulty and folded the bed.

Yuan Ming could not hold on any longer. He sat on the edge of the bed and anxiously said in his heart, ”No! Looking at the degree of swelling, it was probably caused by the disease. This leg is first thick, then thin, and that's even more unlucky. ”

He was alone and anxious when he heard someone call out the window, ”Good morning, Big Brother Liu!” What would you like to eat today? Please give me your instructions. I'll get it right away. ”

Hearing that it was a shop assistant, Yuan Ming hurriedly said, ”Not good! Not good! Brother, come in quickly and take a look. My leg got weird overnight. It's hard, swollen and hot, and won't listen to use. ”