Nightfall Chapter 94: Tian Yibing (Part 1)


It is also raining in the capital of Qi State.

The cold rain wetted the ginkgo trees on the street and the clothes of pedestrians on the street. The ginkgo tree is still a long time away from the most beautiful moment. There are not too many tourists from outside in the capital. The streets in the rain naturally seem a bit lonely. Occasionally, you can see Coolie pulling a car walking by in the rain. His face is full of suffering wrinkles. Can see the numbness and sinking, it is difficult to find the fresh uplifting breath in the Tang Dynasty.

After the **** incident a few years ago, Longhushan's lineage was broken. After the investigation, as Longqing returned to the Taoist gate, the status of Xiling Temple in Qi State became more and more respected. Tian’s faith has become more and more pious, but it is clear that people’s lives are getting more and more difficult.

The Taoist Temple of the Xiling Temple is located in the north of the capital. The surface of the Taoist Temple is painted with white powder and inlaid with countless precious stones. The cornices and rain channels are painted with gold powder. It looks very luxurious and solemn, but today's spring rain is really big, precious The being washed was extremely bright, but the Taoist Temple itself looked a bit cold.

Where are the deacons of the Taoist Temple willing to take the rain to guard outside the temple, they have already avoided behind the door, and under the cover of rain, they are not worried about being seen by the believers. They are drinking wine and enjoying food.

At this time, there was a clear sound of horseshoes in the rain. A deacon lifted the visitor hole on the door and looked out, only to see a dark horse coming through the rain, with a very ordinary carriage behind.

The carriage stopped outside the gate of the Taoist Temple.

In the carriage, Ning Que looked at Sangsang and said, “It’s easy to catch cold when driving in the rain. Let’s take a break here. We left some medicine here last time. I don’t know if it will work.”

How can the cold rain make Haotian catch cold? His words seemed a little absurd, but in fact, Sangsang's face was a little pale and looked a little tired.

After walking around Lanke Temple in the rain, Sangsang caught a cold.

This matter is difficult to understand. Ning Que sensed her body and did not notice any problems. The divine power in her body did not decrease, but she just caught a cold.

Only humans can catch colds, grow old, sick and die.

Sangsang didn't feel particularly uncomfortable. Unlike the journey back then, he was seriously ill and dying, coughing up blood, but he felt a little groggy, a little sad, and not interested in anything.

Ning Que didn't take it seriously at first, but later found out that she had reduced her interest in food a lot, only to realize that this was really a big problem and she became nervous.

He found the sea monk.

The sea monk was also very nervous, and immediately notified Ning Que of the two former high-ranking monks who had met in Washan Third Bureau, and gathered the power of the temple to start treating Sangsang.

Master Qishan is world-renowned for his medical skills. Lanke Temple inherited the master's methods, and is naturally countless times stronger than the world's quack doctors. Healing Haotian is undoubtedly the greatest glory of Lanke Temple.

Lanke Temple was very nervous about this matter, mobilized all medical knowledge and abilities, and checked the medical books hidden in the temple, but in the end there was no way to prescribe the right medicine.

Because they couldn't find out what disease Sangsang had.

Ning Que felt a little annoyed, and grabbed Guanhaimon’s clothes, saying that although she was a patient’s family member, even if she was terminally ill, she would never get medical attention. He just wanted to know what happened.

The sea monk was very helpless. He had no choice but to follow Sangsang's feelings and judged that his shirt was wetted by the spring rain, so he had a wind chill.

Ning Que felt that the fact that Haotian would catch a cold was too unbelievable, but there was no other way. He had no choice but to decoction according to the monk's prescription, hoping that Sangsang would wake up overnight.

After leaving Lanke Temple, Sangsang's body still did not improve, and she was mentally tired. After Ning Que bought a carriage, she would sit in the carriage every day and feel sleepy.

In fact, apart from the lack of energy, Sangsang does not have too many other symptoms, and there is no pain. If someone else looks at it, she might think she is suffering from spring sleepiness.

Ning Que was very nervous, because he knew that she would not be sleepy in the spring, let alone catch a cold. This tired look, like the situation when he took her to Lanke Temple that autumn for treatment. Makes him very upset.

Passing through the capital city of Qi State, Sangsang looked more and more tired. He remembered that he had left some rare medicinal materials in the Taoist temple here, so he decided to take a rest here, and he was going to take Sangsang here. Relive some old things and old people to convince her of something.

The door of the Taoist Temple in the rain was closed tightly. Some believers who came to seek medical advice, knelt on the stone steps in front of the temple, bowed their heads piously, soaked all over, looking extremely pitiful.

Looking at this scene, Ning Que felt very bad.

He didn't sympathize with the believers, but was a little displeased with the people in the temple.

According to the truth, it has nothing to do with him how Dao Sect decays as a bastard.

But it is very interesting that he thinks that since Haotian is his own woman, Dao Sect should be his family property, he can do harm to himself, how can those guys do harm to himself?

Walking to the front of the temple, he knocked on the door, and the knuckles were a little white. He counted silently in his heart. If the time is up for three times and no one has opened the door, then he will kick the door open.

With a squeak, the gate of the palace slowly opened, and a crouched middle-aged man walked out without looking up. He asked with a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Ning Que looked at this middle-aged man, feeling a little strange. This man was clearly wearing a priest's gown representing a noble status, which gave people the feeling of being a very inconspicuous handyman.

He asked: "Why is there no one to receive the believers who seek medical advice?"

The middle-aged priest sighed and was about to say something. Suddenly there were several extremely proud voices behind him, followed by the strong aroma of wine and meat.

"You cripple, please don't open the door, your ears are blind!"

"Hurry up and close the door!"

"Do you think it was before? Old man Chen Cun is dead! Who will protect you?"

Ning Que looked down, only to realize that the middle-aged priest's legs and feet were inconvenient.

He knows who the old man Chen Cun is talking about by those in the Taoist Temple.

Chen Cun was a very senior priest in red at the Temple of Light. He was pushed out of Taoshan and Yu Qiguo presided over the affairs of the Taoist Temple. That autumn, Ning Que and Sangsang met him in this Taoist Temple.

It was another autumn afterwards. Ning Que and Sangsang were trapped in the Chaoyang City of the Moon Country and hunted down the whole world. Three priests in red used light magic techniques to violent themselves to help them escape.

In the wilderness outside Chaoyang City, a burning carriage appeared. That was the scene where the last old red priest was violating himself with magical magic. That person was Chen Cun.

Ning Que also remembered who this middle-aged priest was.

He said: "Look up."

The middle-aged priest raised his head and looked at his face. He felt a little familiar, and his eyes were a little confused, and then suddenly brightened because he recognized who Ning Que was.

It was also because tears started to flow in his eyes.

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(I went out for dinner and drinks with friends, a little bit drunk, this chapter is only two thousand words.) (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)


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