The little novice packs up in the meditation room.
He looked at the medicine jar and felt that he had to take it. Master seemed to be sick recently.
He turned his head and stuffed the wooden fish into the bag again, as well as several scrolls of scriptures all year round. All these things were used. If you went to another temple to place an order, would you have to borrow it from someone else
There was a lot of noise in the temple, the people from the rivers and lakes left, and the monks had their own ideas.
Some wanted to leave, but they were frightened by what happened today.
Some insisted on staying, and their reasons were also very good. There are more than a dozen temples in Dragon Claw Peak, no one will take them in. The empty wing of the temple is prepared for pilgrims. It is close to the capital. Many pilgrims are either rich or expensive. Who would like to vacate the empty house for other temples monks live
The bill is to stay in other monasteries. Some monasteries are relatively poor and can only provide one place to live, and the living is very poor, and it may even be a firewood house. Some monasteries are relatively wealthy and can provide soup and water to eat, and perhaps even receive an old monk's robe.
In either case, pending orders should be temporary, and that's all there is to offer for free.
There are generally two ways to continue living in other monasteries.
One is to give money, and the other is to use the reputation of virtuous monks. The monks can teach scriptures and attract many pilgrims to come here. No matter where they go, they will be sincerely welcomed. neither leave.
The monks of Liuhe Temple have no money and no fame, and they are in a very embarrassing situation.
The monks were still arguing, but the little novice had already run back to pack up the baggage, and walked towards the old monk hummingly.
"You... What are you doing?" The abbot got up from the couch in fright, and shouted loudly, "What are you doing? Don't know how to help?"
Only then did a few monks react, and they rescued the little novice from under a few huge burdens, dumbfounded.
When the little novice carried them into the yard just now, it was like a pile of sacks with their own feet and moved, and the little novice was also swayed by the weight of the bag, and was shaky.
The monks took the bag and looked at it, and found that there were assorted things inside, and it had everything.
"What are you doing with the wooden fish?"
Several large and small wooden fish are packed together in a bundle, the weight is not heavy, but the volume is not small.
The little novice wiped his sweat and said, "This is Master, Senior Brother, and the wooden fish that I'm used to! If you go to other temples to place orders, you should ask others to borrow wooden fish when you can't recite sutras!"
"What about the medicine jar?"
"... The boss just said that the master is not in good health."
The little novices took their baggage back one by one, looking like they were about to leave, when a monk said, "I haven't decided to leave yet, what do you mean by urging the abbot to force everyone to abandon the temple together?"
The little novice said with a surprised expression: "Lang Zhong said that my master is ill and can't continue to live on the mountain. Of course, the little monk has to pack his luggage. As for whether the brothers can leave, that's their own business."
The crowd was speechless.
Of course, things are not as simple as what the little novice said. The abbot wants to leave, but other monks in the temple do not leave, then the position of the abbot of Liuhe Temple should change, and the house deed and the property keys belonging to the temple need to be handed over to the next abbot. In this way, even if the former abbot ran back after the danger, the monks of Liuhe Temple would not cause any trouble because of the struggle for land deeds.
Of course the monks who want to stay want to be abbots, aren't they afraid that the old monk won't agree
Being mixed up by the little novice, everyone was embarrassed.
Because it seems that they are attached to foreign things, only the younger brother is worried about the abbot's illness, and it seems that the old monk is greedy for the abbot's position and property, which is why he is reluctant to make a decision.
The heart of a child is pure and simple, not so many twists and turns.
When the monks of Liuhe Temple were embarrassed, they were about to say something when they suddenly heard another noise coming from the front of the mountain gate.
They were stunned for a while, thinking that it was a pilgrim who came to the door, and went out to check.
He was so frightened that he was speechless.
Jinyiwei, who used to be majestic in the temple before, is now almost all injured, and some have escaped here by supporting each other. They looked back as they ran, as if there were tigers behind them.
"Tongzhi, we are here!"
Although Gong Jun waited for all the Jin Yiwei to leave before he found a way to escape, but he was extremely light-hearted and caught up with his subordinates in no time. Then they were vigilant and rushed back to Liuhe Temple desperately.
A few Jinyiwei were carried over, and their hands and feet were broken, which was so tragic.
The monks were terrified and hurriedly chanted the Buddha's name.
The monk who originally wanted to stay has been shaken. No matter how good a place to shelter from the wind and rain, he can't fight and kill all day!
"... Where's the boss!" Gong Jun's eyes were red, and he picked up a monk who knew the guest and asked.
The acquaintance monk said tremblingly: "You, did you say that the young lady who suddenly appeared just now? He has already left..."
"What? Gone?!"
Gong Jun staggered and almost fell.
His internal strength was exhausted, he was also injured, and his mind was tense. When he heard that Lang Zhong, who appeared with Meng Qi, had left, he felt dizzy and couldn't hold it any longer.
Why bring people back to Liuhe Temple? Of course, he wanted to use Meng Qi's hand to deal with the Qingwu ancestor. No matter what kind of grievances Meng Qi had with the Qi Dynasty, the national teacher had no good feelings for the Qingwu ancestor who discovered the treasures of Emperor Li's Mausoleum and secretly plotted a conspiracy.
Even if Meng Guoshi was mad, he would directly break other people's necks and would not shout and kill.
Meng Guoshi killed, he really "wanted" to kill, what about the ancestor of Qingwu
The lesser of the two evils, Gong Jun is willing to die simply and neatly, and does not want to be caught by Qingwu ancestors.
As the deputy commander of Jinyiwei, he must not have any "stigma", even if he is killed by "the rivers and lakes", he will lose the emperor's face.
It would be troublesome if the emperor, in a fit of rage, plundered his home, or considered him ashamed and ignored Gong Jun's affairs.
- There are raccoon slaves at home!
The master is dead, what should I do
Those raccoon slaves are well-bred and well-groomed, loving and charming, and they are also good at catching mice. They are well-known in Taijing. Every time the cubs are raised, someone can't wait to bring the fish to the door to ask for employment. They are so enthusiastic because they come from the Fusi Palace and the prefect of Beizhen. And famous far and near, such a raccoon slave does not have to worry about finding a master, but what if he does not meet a good master
If there is no owner who will feed them fish, will catching mice be enough to eat
Two of them are too old to run and can't catch mice. Will anyone take them home
Gong Jun's mind was in a mess, he thought a lot.
For a while it was the raccoon slave, the next time it was his own affairs, the next time it was Meng Guoshi, and the next time it was the Langzhong who was able to heal the wounds of his subordinates...
"Where's Meng Guoshi? Is he gone too?" Gong Jun asked with difficulty.
The monks did not know why, and asked cautiously, "Who is Meng Guoshi?"
"That man is alone."
"Yeah, I also heard Jinyi just now... You mentioned Meng Guoshi, but there are no strangers in the temple."
Gong Jun almost vomited blood when he heard the words.
Why did you leave? Leaving a temple and the treasures of the emperor's mausoleum under it, what's the matter
Just when Gong Jun was in despair, he suddenly heard a voice.
"What are you doing standing in front of the mountain gate? Find a clean mat, put the injured down, and go get hot water!"
Mo Li did not continue arguing with Meng Qi to track the pigeons. He quickly walked to the front of the mountain gate and pointed to the point, and quickly stopped the bleeding of the two most seriously injured Jin Yiwei.
The wound that was broken at the elbow was bleeding.
Jin Yiwei also used a method to stop the bleeding, otherwise this person would not be able to survive here.
"Quick, the method of sealing the veins won't last long, and the needles are still needed."
Mo Li took off his outer robe as he spoke. The clothes inside him were different from ordinary people. The cuffs only reached above his forearm, revealing his entire wrist and palm. This kind of clothes is what doctors usually use, and it is not the kind of old doctor who sits in the hall to diagnose the pulse, but the doctor who treats trauma in the military camp.
Jin Yiwei was no stranger to this kind of dress up, and although they didn't know Mo Li, they quickly realized that this was what Gong Jun said was the man in the middle.
Seeing Jinyiwei, who seemed to be about to demolish the firewood house of the temple, the monks hurriedly said, "There is hot water in the temple, so I will bring it to the kitchen."
Gong Jun strongly supported and led people into Liuhe Temple.
The ink carp first washed his hands in the hot water, and then ordered a white cloth to be boiled.
"Go out, don't crowd in the room!" Mo Li began to drive people away.
Jin Yiwei, who was carrying the person in, refused, and just as he was about to argue, Gong Jun scolded him and lowered his head to go out.
Of course Gong Jun was not at ease, he simply looked at the blurry shadows through the window.
As soon as Gong Jun's eyes bloomed, he found that Mo Li had an extra knife in his hand. The knife was less than a foot long, and the blade was dull, and even seemed to have no sharp edge.
The ink carp roasted the knife on the fire, then lifted the arm of the injured person, untied the blood-soaked cloth belt, and directly picked up the residual meat and bone residue.
The man was already dying, and it was not until the pain was so severe that he began to struggle.
Mo Li is not afraid of the patient's struggle at all, he can point acupuncture points and give needles.
So people screamed in the temple, Jin Yiwei almost rushed in, but was stopped by Gong Jun again.
Mo Li's expression remained unchanged, and he was not moved by the terrifying wound at all. He struck the knife accurately and quickly, and it didn't take long for him to clean up the broken part of his arm. In addition to the broken bones, there were also the sand and stones that he touched, which was even more severe. Down some seemingly intact flesh and blood.
Except for swordsmen, Jianghu people have no good habit of wiping weapons at every turn.
Basically, it's a bit of a grind. Sometimes, in order to hide weapons, it will be stuffed into the firewood pile or the bottom of the carriage.
If the arm is cut off by such a weapon, even if he dies without blood loss, the wound will fester, and he will die after seven days of fever. Mo Li took a stick of incense late, and the hope of the injured person surviving was reduced.
The ink carp looked attentive and acted decisively. The blade was not seen, only the afterimage of the blade was seen.
The unlucky Jin Yiwei cried out in pain, almost thinking that he had fallen into the hands of the enemy and was being tortured.
Just when he cried out for help, the ink carp finished cutting, looked up at him, took out the white cloth and started to bandage it with Jinchuang medicine.
"… "
Gong Jun's eyes straightened, he actually saw a knife technique from a rescue doctor.
For Gong Jun, who had practiced the sword technique into the transformation realm, it seemed that the mediocre afterimage was just a hint of sword intent. Although it was difficult to detect, it did exist.
"Who are you?" Gong Jun couldn't help asking.
Mo Li finished treating the second seriously injured person, and just happened to hear Gong Jun's question after going out.
"Don't talk to the injured." Mo Li motioned to Jin Yiwei next to him to carry Gong Jun to another wing.
Gong Jun covered his mouth and coughed violently, then began to cough up blood.
"Knowing!"
"... I've suffered internal injuries, very serious." Gong Jun knew that he couldn't die, but how could he not be stubborn now? Qingwu Patriarch might be about to chase him, so let’s leave this trouble to Meng Guoshi, so he coughed up blood and instructed his subordinates, “Xiao Baihu, in case I die, you will take these fifty taels of silver, Find a good place for the raccoon slaves in my family..."
Mo Li washed off the blood on his hands and interrupted Gong Jun's last words: "Ten taels of silver will heal your internal injury, do you want it? You can't die even if you don't cure it. I'm not in a hurry, you can think about it slowly."
Gong Jun: "…"
The author has something to say:
Gong Jun: After I die, my cat...
Ink carp: If you can't die, you can raise your own cat, don't let it out to scare people.
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In ancient medicine, bacteria are not mentioned, but evil, wind evil invaded by various evils, and there is some superficial awareness of disinfection
The protagonist does not have a sterile room, but he is not afraid, he has inner strength and aura [Hey]