Han Xu was very grateful to the old beggar for saving him, but his weak body made it difficult for him to move.
Seeing that Han Xu had woken up, the old beggar came closer, pulled out Han Xu's arm, and placed his fingers on Han Xu's pulse for a while. Then he slowly stopped. He thought about it and said to Han Xu: "How did you get this injury? The blood and qi in your body are unstable, and the internal injury is not shallow!"
Han Xu didn't know where to start when facing the old man's question. Although the old man saved his life, his life story couldn't be easily known to others.
Han Xu seemed to be struggling with his weak body, gathering strength to speak. After a moment's silence, he said to the old man, "I met a group of strong men on the road. I don't know what magic they used, but I woke up like this!"
The old man listened to Han Xu's lie, which seemed to be true, and nodded silently. He remained silent. It seemed that being able to save his life was a blessing in disguise.
It was late autumn, and Han Xu had been in this dilapidated temple for more than a month. The old beggar took good care of him. Slowly, Han Xu was able to start walking. His health gradually improved.
Han Xu dragged his weak body to the outside of the dilapidated temple. The warm afternoon sun made people feel very kind. Under the warm sun, Han Xu felt much more comfortable. Upon closer inspection, this was an abandoned dilapidated temple in the countryside far away from the town. It turned out that after leaving the factory, he didn't know how long he had walked, and he didn't know how far he had walked. He had long left Qinghe Town and came to this unknown place.
From a distance, he saw the old beggar staggering towards him with something in his hand. Han Xu went forward to meet him. After all, the old man had taken care of him for a long time, and he didn't know how the old man had pulled him back from the brink of death. There were many strange things about this, which made Han Xu feel a little novel.
The old man had in his hands not only the food he was going to take back, but also some herbs he had picked from somewhere.
Seeing the herbs in the old man's hand, Han Xu's doubts over the past few days came to his mind, and he said to the old man: "Old man, you know medicine. How could you have fallen to such a state?"
The old man was happy when he saw Han Xu gradually recovering. After all, if a young man in his prime could not work, it would be a huge obstacle to his survival. But when he was asked about his life experience, the old man felt very heavy. He sighed and said, "Everyone has his own destiny. There is no point in talking about these things. They are all things of the past. There is no point in talking about them. Now, I am living a carefree life, so I have nothing to ask for!"
Han Xu was puzzled by the old man's words. Could it be that he had met a hermit
Han Xu was hesitating when the old man suddenly said, "I only know a little about medicine, and you are still young. It seems difficult for your blood vessels to recover. How are you going to live in the future? Are you going to beg like me?"
Han Xu said to the old man: "I want to do something within my ability, but is it true that my body can never be healed?"
Unconsciously, they entered the ruined temple. The old man looked at Han Xu, who was full of worry. "In my opinion, it's very difficult! However, don't keep the immortal recipe secret, just the sleeping recipe. You have slept well these days, and your physical strength has recovered a lot! This is a good sign. Maybe in the future, you will have to rely on yourself! After all, I am old!"
After listening to the old man's meaningful words, Han Xu seemed to realize the seriousness of the matter. Because the meridians were completely broken, it was also a sign of incurability. Unless the gods connected the tendons, there would be no change. But where in the world could there be such a divine remedy!
Han Xuming didn't want to rely on the old man, but the words of asking for the immortal recipe seemed to remind Han Xu. The old man knew medicine, so he would know something about cultivating immortals. Moreover, at this age, he had a wide range of knowledge. Maybe he could find a rare opportunity. Who knows, if he asks diligently, he will get a golden colt.
Han Xu looked at the shabby statue and said to the old man, "Since there is such a statue in the world, there must be gods. So the remedy for bringing the dead back to life can also be found!"
The old beggar laughed after hearing Han Xu's words: "You have been tortured by this disease and have become abnormal. The emperor also sought for the elixir of immortality, but he was unsuccessful. The emperor still died anyway! Few people know whether there are immortals, but it is not so easy to seek the elixir of immortality."
"Oh! Is there really no magic recipe to save lives? It would be fine if the broken meridians could be reconnected. Maybe there are some magical bone-setting techniques that are popular today. You know medicine, so you should know a thing or two about these!" Han Xu had not given up for a long time and kept asking persistently.
As the saying goes: A person's fate is determined by heaven, and it is useless to fantasize about it. However, the idea of seeking medical treatment from all sources is difficult to change. After all, if you do not seek medical treatment, it will be difficult to be cured.
Han Xu's question brought some joy to the long-quiet temple. The old man's long-silent thoughts seemed to be opened by Han Xu.
The old beggar said meaningfully: "Nothing in the world is absolute, even if one practices Taoism to find the art of longevity. Since there are these statues, the gods must have existed. Think about the ancient times, when the god of war Xingtian was beheaded by the emperor, he was so angry that he turned his breasts into eyes and his belly button into a mouth, and continued to fight the emperor. Later, he was imprisoned in the mountains. To this day, the roar of Xingtian's anger can still be heard in the mountains. There are still immortal magic in this world. It's just that we rarely know about it.
When you are sick, you will seek medical help from any doctor. The world is so big that there are all kinds of strange things. It’s not that I didn’t want to keep you, but I had no other choice and I didn’t want to see you die in my place. That’s why I saved you.”
Han Xu looked at the kind old man and nodded, "Thank you for saving my life. Although my body is difficult to heal, I still want to try my best. If I can find a way to save it, it would be better. If not, then it is my fate."
The old beggar looked at the young man, who was weak but full of hope, with doubts. He said silently: "Where are you going to find the life-saving elixir?"
Han Xu said: "Where is Xing Tian who was imprisoned by the gods? He can live without his head, so he must have some magic to achieve immortality. Zhiyao can find where he is, so I won't be afraid that there will be no magic to save me!"
The old man looked at Han Xu, who seemed to be possessed by evil spirits, and said, "I was just talking casually. I didn't expect you to take it seriously. In fact, those are just legends. No one has ever seen them. You'd better stop thinking about it!"
Han Xu said: "As long as there is such a legend, there must be such a thing. As long as I find it, I don't have to worry about my illness not being cured!" (To be continued)