The monk fed it spoon by spoon, and Shen Du swallowed it bit by bit.
After a while, a bowl of porridge has bottomed out.
Shen Du felt a little full.
It's just that he's a little strange. It seems like a bowl of porridge is hot on the stove. Isn't this bald donkey hungry
"Have you eaten?"
The monk was putting the wooden spoon back into the bowl. Hearing this, he looked up at him and seemed a little stunned. Then he bent his lips and nodded.
It turned out to be really eaten.
Shen Du raised his brows with a bit of coldness, let himself lean on the plain pillow, and looked at the monk like that.
After he "answered" him, he turned around, put the porridge bowl aside, and started to make medicine again.
"Tuk, tuk, tuk..."
The regular sound from before sounded again.
The sound of wind and snow outside the window was still not small.
It's just that after mixing in the sound of pounding medicine, it becomes less mournful, less lonely, and a little more tacky living in the world.
The shadow of the monk stretched and swayed behind him.
No matter how good it looks, it will be fine for a while, but it will be boring after a long time.
What a dumbass who can't speak...
Shen Du quietly frowned, just watching the monk's movements, and also recognized the herbs on the table, and suddenly asked, "Are these herbs picked to heal my wounds?"
The monk stopped, looked back at him, and nodded.
Then he put another small piece of raw kudzu root into the medicine cup, and continued to pound the medicine pestle. The bitter medicinal smell, accompanied by the faint scent of white sandalwood, filled this simple bamboo hut...
White sandalwood is a commonly used incense to worship Buddha.
Its fragrance should be very strong, and it is the thickest kind of sandalwood, but the fragrance on the monk's body is very light.
Faintly, there is a sense of stability.
Shen Duben has a lot to ask.
But it was probably because he was full and a little sleepy, or maybe the person was not as energetic as before due to the injury, or maybe the sound of the pestle and the scent was too hypnotic, and after a while, he fell asleep.
Closing his eyes, he fell asleep in a daze.
In the half-dream and half-awake period, I only felt that someone came over and put him back on the Luohan bed, and carefully removed his underwear.
Something was applied to the wounds on his shoulder and abdomen.
It was cool, with a jerky herbal scent, which made his wound hurt a little.
So in his sleep, he frowned slightly.
It's just that he was in a sleep after all, and that faint sullen aura that he didn't dare to look directly at was much less than when he was awake.
It looks like a kind of wind and moon flavor.
It was very clean.
After changing the medicine for him, the monk stood beside him for a while, just looking at it, but his eyes showed a few thoughts that had not been shown in front of Shen Du before.
There seems to be some hesitation and hesitation.
But in the end, he silently lowered his eyes, the vague compassion between his brows came out, he bowed his head, and turned away.
He cleaned up the small bamboo hut.
There are bookshelves on the wall, tables full of herbs, used porridge and medicine bowls, and even a red stove that is still burning...
As soon as the trivial matters were taken care of, the door was gently pushed open.
"Hula..."
The roaring wind from outside suddenly rushed in, blowing the corner of the monk Yuebai's robe, and even the only oil lamp in the room flickered and shook violently.
In the dark bamboo forest, only the snow near the bamboo house had a faint, white light.
Desolate wind, cold night!
The monk turned around and closed the door, raised his head and looked out of the bamboo forest.
It is not a particularly high mountain.
The location of the bamboo forest is at the foot of the mountain, and there is a long, winding mountain road that spirals to the top of the mountain.
In such a dark night, you can see the scattered lights of high temples at a glance.
He walked down lightly, the monk shoes stepping on the snow, making no sound at all.
After a while, the figure disappeared at the end of the bamboo forest.
The snow stopped overnight.
the next day.
When Shen Du woke up and opened his eyes, there was already cold sunlight in the middle of the winter coming in through the cracks of the window, there was still a warm residual temperature in the stove in the house, and the whole house was clean.
He blinked, and then reacted: this is not Jiantianya.
The wound on his body seemed to be much better after this night.
He coughed, barely propped himself up and sat up, opened his clothes, and saw that the medicine had been replaced with a new one.
Is it the concoction he pounded yesterday
"This bald donkey..."
After feeling it carefully, Shen Du couldn't help but murmured to himself, thinking of the monk's skillful technique when making medicine last night, as well as some herbs in the case that he did not recognize.
"Medical skills seem to be good? It's not much worse than Ni Qianqian..."
How serious his injury is, he knows.
At that time, Gu Zhao was ruthless when he attacked, not to mention that there was a knife behind his back.
Calculate, at most, he was in a coma for a whole day, not too long.
can hurt...
This speed of recovery is not what he should have had. Even if a famous doctor comes, it may not be so fast.
Unless it is Ni Qianqian.
There is a medicine house in Jiantianya.
But it was not a monk who lived inside, but Ni Qianqian, a stinky white-bone medicine doctor, a sloppy woman with amazing medical skills.
Shen Du still remembered that when she first met at Xiefeng Villa, she went to see Lu Feichan's injuries. Although she is young, she is already a famous doctor.
He has some friendship with Lu Feichan.
Unexpectedly, just after entering the door, Ni Qianqian's pair of peach blossom eyes turned around, and after looking at his face, he sighed: "The big devil who kills like a numb, in the end, he will kill himself if he does too much injustice! Liuhe God The secret is the law against the sky, you just need to cultivate it, but you also cultivate it wrong. I'm afraid you will die within ten years..."
He knew what he was practicing and remained silent.
Pei Wuji was furious because of this.
He was already his right-hand man at that time. He practiced deeply and deliberately. He didn't show anything on the spot. deep valley.
Pei Wuji never heard anyone say he was going to die.
Even the white bone medicine doctor Ni Qianqian is the same.
How did Ni Qianqian expect that he would be treated like this
As soon as we arrived at Bitian Valley, the scene was turned upside down.
Pei Wuji just carried the knife and said to her: "From today onwards, you will be in charge of the medicine house in Jiantianya, and responsible for treating our Taoist master. You said that he will not live for ten years, but I want you to cure him. If he doesn't live to a hundred years, I will slaughter Su's family in front of you."
Since then, Ni Qianqian has not been able to step out of the Tiantian Cliff.
Her temper is getting weirder.
The medicine prescribed to Shen Du became more and more unpalatable.
So gradually, Shen Du didn't like to take those medicines, and he didn't like to let Ni Qianqian help him see a doctor.
After a quick calculation, Ni Qianqian has lived in Bitian Valley for eight years, and there are less than two years left from the "ten years" she said.
"Maybe he died without waiting for the backlash to reach the heart, where does it take ten years?"
From this medicine, Shen Du thought of Ni Qianqian, what she said, and the six-harmony magic that he cultivated, but he sneered and laughed.
Everyone said that he was courting death by practicing Liuhe Divine Art.
As everyone knows—
If he hadn't practiced, his life would have been lost long ago on the day when the Dao of the Demons changed drastically. How could he live to this day
Every day that he lives in the world now, he digs out and snatchs it out from the cracks in the life and death book of Master Yan.
One more day to live, one more day to earn.
Others are trembling, he just laughs that God can't fight him, and still can't take away his frivolous and vicious life!
The deep anger in his eyes resurfaced.
"Cough..."
Shen Du coughed again.
He glanced at the teapot placed on the table not far away, he simply endured the pain, lifted the thick quilt, got up, and staggered over.
There is water in the jug.
He took it up, and he didn't prepare to use the teacup, so he took a few gulps directly at the spout before putting it down.
At this moment, I just saw the window in front of the case.
So he frowned slightly.
He asked last night, and the monk nodded too. This is the Tianji Temple.
But what exactly is the Tianji Temple
In memory, Tianji Temple rarely intervenes in mundane affairs.
All the Jianghu people who fled to the Zhige Monument basically lived and died within that boundary, and the Zen courtyard did not care about life and death outside.
But you were saved by someone
Shen Du is not suspicious, but he has seen so many conspiracies in the past ten years on the Demon Dao that he can't believe his own safety at this moment.
"Squeak" sounded.
Putting his fingers on the cold window edge, he pulled the window open with a little force.
The snow has stopped outside, and the wind is not small.
The freezing cold came immediately.
Shen Du wore very little clothes, so he couldn't help but fight a cold war, and then he looked out intently.
A bamboo forest.
Heavy snow buried the forest path.
The mountains in the distance are snow-white, but you can see the layers of cedars on the mountain, stacked on the edge of the eaves of the temple on the top. Vaguely, you can see a few golden glazed tiles.
sky blue.
You can't even see the clouds.
In the middle of winter, a rare bright sun hangs high, looking at the top of the mountain.
"Tianji Zenyuan..."
The highest level of martial arts in the world, the most transcendent place in the whole world!
Rao is that Shen Du is already the overlord of the party. Seeing it at this moment, he can't help but give birth to an indescribable complexity and amazement.
But with it came serious concerns.
First, the bald donkey disappeared this morning, what did he do
Second, if Tianji Chanyuan knew that his disciple had saved such a big devil, what would he do
Third, how can he get out of this predicament
After trying one exercise, the whole body's qi and meridians are as painful as needle sticks!
Shen Du almost fell to the ground.
Suddenly, there was a heart to greet the eighteenth generation ancestors of Gu Zhaohe that stabbed in the back!
He has been practicing Liuhe Divine Art for more than ten years.
Even in Jiantian Cliff, this is a legendary forbidden method. It was sunk under the cliff many years ago, and people in the demonic way are not allowed to practice.
But Shen Du practiced.
No one knows how he was found.
Before everyone knew, he had killed his parents, expelled his senior brother, and practiced the Six Harmonies God Art.
Moreover, in the year when he became a demon master, something went wrong when he practiced—
There are evil thoughts in the heart, go into the devil.
A few meridians were damaged at once.
From then on, every forty-nine days passed, he had to endure a backlash from Liuhe Shenjue's accumulated power.
Moreover, the power of this backlash is not weakened by the growth of his cultivation. On the contrary, the deeper the skill, the stronger the cultivation base, and the more ruthless the backlash.
Pain comes second.
For Shen Du, what is more and more haunted by him is probably "humiliation".
Except for Pei Wuji, he didn't let anyone see what he looked like when he had an attack.
Back then, Pei Wuji was only sixteen.
He was still a boy who hated him because of his parents' hatred.
Shen Du felt that he was exhausted, and killing him again would only be killing a potential avenger who had murderous intentions towards him, and would not cause suspicion.
But even he himself didn't expect that his life would be left in the end, and he also watched him climb to the position next to him step by step...
for what
Because of his hesitant eyes afterwards, or the cowardice revealed when he forced his composure
Shen Du couldn't remember.
I don't even want to remember.
He only knew that if he couldn't get out of trouble as soon as possible, he was afraid that even if he saved his life for a while, after twenty-seven days, it would be a dead end!
Yes.
There are only twenty-seven days until the next attack of the Six Harmonies God Art.
He is not what he was before.
The Liuhe Divine Art has been completed, and the power of backlash is already terrifying enough, not to mention that after that "Hongmen Banquet", the meridians all over his body were shattered!
Once it happens, the consequences are unimaginable!
There are only two paths in front of us:
Either try to get rid of this serious injury as soon as possible before Tianji Temple is discovered, leave here, return to Jiantianya, and find Pei Wuji, or someone else;
either...
"boom!"
My mood suddenly became extremely bad, and I suddenly felt that the beautiful snow scene in front of me was filled with an indescribable nausea.
Shen Du raised his hand and slammed the window.
He propped himself up and returned to Luohan's bed.
Not knowing what medicine the bald donkey used, the wounds on his shoulder and abdomen were no longer bleeding, so he sat down with difficulty, trying to meditate again and try again.
But the situation is not much better than before.
When the meridians are broken, how much internal energy is stored in the dantian is for nothing!
After trying it for the third time, the meridian, which was already fragile due to injury, finally couldn't bear it, and it shattered again!
A sharp pain in the body!
Shen Du only felt that his eyes were darkened, his heart ached, and a mouthful of blood spurted out!
He held onto his chest and tried his best not to fall down.
But he couldn't hold back. At this moment, he gritted his teeth and burst out a foul language: "Liuhe Divine Art, God? God, you are paralyzed!"
At the critical moment, fart is useless!
Shen Du's stomach was full of anger, and he couldn't lift the slightest bit of strength. He only felt that the whole person was weaker than before.
He couldn't even sit still.
So he lay back on the bed, pulled the quilt to wrap himself, closed his eyes, and thought about the next plan.
I don't know how long I lay there.
About noon.
There were footsteps outside, very fine, it was stepping in the snow, and there was a feeling of a deep foot and a shallow foot.
Shen Du opened his eyes immediately.
His eyes were on the door.
It was the monk who came back, and it was still the same moon-white robe that he had seen last night. Perhaps it was because he came down from the mountain, and the corners of the robe were stained with a lot of muddy water.
So Shen Du looked at it and frowned again.
He didn't speak.
The monk was not surprised when he saw that he was awake. He walked in with a simple food box in his hand, and then turned around and closed the door to prevent the cold wind from blowing in.
Then he walked to the table, opened the food box, and brought out a bowl of white porridge.
Porridge…
Eat this stuff, when will he get better
"Hey, I said..."
Shen Du raised his eyebrows at him, resting one hand behind his head, a somewhat icy and evil face appeared a little bit of a smile but not a smile.
"Monk, I'm a sick person, can I have some meat?"