Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

When Wu Xingxue was staring at Fang Chu in Que Buluo, on that line hundreds of years ago, a long shadow silently appeared in front of the Valley of Compassion.

The man was very tall, with broad shoulders and a strong waist.

He was dressed in soapy clothes and soapy boots, with silver wristbands on his hands, making him look neat and straight. The hat on his head was pressed very low, covering most of his face. From a distance, only thin lips and a clean chin could be seen.

This is none other than Xiao Fuxuan who came to investigate.

Wu Xingxue asked him before, whether it was like a shadow or attached to people through a touch of spiritual awareness.

Normally, it is the former. Spiritual consciousness is shapeless and shapeless, and will move with the wind. But Xiao Fuxuan is a little special, he can change shape.

For example, the man in the soap suit right now.

He followed the trail of Yi Wusheng and fell in front of the Valley of Compassion, raised his eyes and looked out, slightly surprised.

This was the first time he came to the Valley of Great Compassion on this line, and he couldn't recognize it for a while——

This Great Compassion Valley is neither desolate nor decadent. It is still a bit windy and sandy, but it does not have the grayish-yellow dust mist that shrouds it all year round.

Taniguchi here is even lively.

Xiao Fuxuan glanced roughly and saw the inn, restaurant, tea shop and horse tie-up stake. Stables were erected everywhere, with long mangers, for the passing carriages and horses to rest.

The stables at the moment are all half full, and there are many people sitting in the grass shed outside the teahouse, dressed in different clothes, which shows how many people come and go in this deep valley on a daily basis.

It is a completely different Valley of Compassion.

Xiao Fuxuan saw Doctor Wusheng in the grass hut of the tea shop.

It was obvious that he had already reached the mouth of Dabei Valley, and the long trestle bridge was the destination, but Yi Wusheng was not in a hurry. He sat at a table of the Four Immortals, and the same couple shared the table.

The couple looked sad. The woman was holding a child in her arms, and the child was wrapped in a thick jacket, covering her face, as if she was afraid of being caught by the cold.

The man carefully took out something from his arms.

It was a common peace talisman in the Temple of Immortals, folded into a small piece. He unfolded the talisman paper and saw a pinch of incense ash-like powder inside.

The man poured the powder into the tea bowl in front of him and pouted at the child in the woman's arms.

Xiao Fuxuan has seen this practice before. Some people in the folk have intractable diseases and do not know what to do, so they will do it - find a temple that works, and ask for some incense and ash.

Presumably this is the case for this couple.

The woman hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth, and was about to pull the tea bowl in front of her, but a hand held the edge of the bowl.

It was none other than Yi Wusheng who shot.

He was still wrapped in a thick cloth to cover the bridge of his nose, and at first glance he looked like a scholar who was afraid of the cold.

He suddenly intervened, causing the woman to be stunned, and the man even frowned and said, What are you doing?

Doctor Wusheng raised his eyes, and his eyes were warm: I'm not talented, and I've seen some symptoms of loss of soul. If this disease is in a child, it will look like a stillbirth, with a blue complexion, no pulse, no breath.

He said this without thinking, but it made the couple's complexion suddenly change.

Doctor Wusheng said again: Actually, as long as you don't get cold all over your body, and your heart still has a little heat, you still have qi. Use the medicinal pill to go down and push the qi up, and you will be saved.

He paused and said, If the time is delayed, and the heat in my heart has dissipated, it will be really hard to save the gods and will be powerless to return to the sky.

This set of rhetoric, if placed on any stranger, is somewhat like a liar. But through the mouth of the doctor Wusheng, it seems genuine and credible.

In particular, there is a bitter taste of medicinal herbs on the front of his clothes, like a traveling doctor who travels through the mountains.

The couple looked at each other, then turned sharply to look at him. The woman's eyes suddenly turned red, she grabbed Yi Wusheng's sleeve, and said, Sir is proficient in medicine? Can you save my son, he... He's exactly what you said.

As she spoke, she lifted the cover, revealing the face of the child in her arms.

Xiao Fuxuan glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and the child really looked like a stillborn child, his face was dark blue and purple, his eyes were closed, and he couldn't see any vitality.

But he could detect that the child did have some residual vitality.

The woman grabbed Yi Wusheng's sleeve, sobbing and choking: He had a nightmare a few days ago, and he hasn't woken up since then, and he has become like this. They all told me that there was no help, and they couldn't feel the pulse. No. But I know he's still alive! He's not cold, he moved his finger yesterday—

We originally wanted to go to Mengdu to seek those immortal gates, and Mengdu has a Feng family. The woman said: But last night I heard that something happened to the Feng family, and it was hanging in mourning. We had nothing to do, so we followed temporarily. The dart team all the way here.

Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyebrows when he heard Something happened to the Feng family.

Since this line has not been cut off, it has continued. Presumably the so-called accident is what he and Wu Xingxue saw and did in the Feng family that day.

Feng family? Yi Wusheng was also stunned for a moment, Is something wrong with the Feng family?

The woman nodded: I heard that a tower has collapsed. Does the master recognize the Feng family?

Doctor Wusheng returned to God and said: Oh, no... I heard a little.

He lowered his eyes and said no more, just pulled the bowl of tea with incense ash in front of him: Where did you get this talisman?

The woman turned her head and pointed to the Great Compassion Valley: Everyone who asks in the mountain temple says it's very spiritual.

Doctor Wusheng: Mountain Temple?

Woman: Yes, the one at the entrance.

Xiao Fuxuan

Yan, turned her head and looked at the place she pointed, and saw a temple at the entrance of the Valley of Compassion, just like the temple that worshipped Yun Hao and removed the statue.

Doctor Wusheng also looked at that place, and after a while, he suddenly came back to his senses.

When he looked back from the Valley of Compassion, he saw Xiao Fuxuan.

Because Xiao Fuxuan changed his face when he was transformed, and covered his hat, Yi Wusheng didn't recognize him, but his eyes lightly paused, as if he had collided with a stranger, and nodded politely.

He took out the medicine bag, poured out two small pills, and asked Xiao Er for a bowl of water, and dissolved the two pills in the water.

He folded a straw pipe beside the road and said to the couple, Feed it in slowly, don't sit in this tea shed that is exposed to the wind from all sides, find a shelter from the wind, and cover him with something hot. Heart, pat him on the back of the heart, and pat him all night. If you spit out a mouthful of turbid air tomorrow morning, you will wake up.

The couple burst into tears on the spot, grabbing his sleeves and going to kowtow to him.

Yi Wusheng quickly stopped and persuaded: Don't delay with me, let's go.

After he finished speaking, he couldn't sit down in the tea shed either, so he got up in a hurry and came out, and happened to be next to Xiao Fuxuan. He cupped Xiao Fuxuan's hands and said, Just kidding.

He thought that Xiao Fuxuan was waiting for the empty table in the tea shed, and pointed to the chair that he had vacated: I should go, the young master can rest assured.

Xiao Fuxuan said solemnly, No need.

Doctor Wusheng was stunned for a moment: Don't you want to rest your feet and drink tea?

Xiao Fuxuan: No.

Doctor Wusheng: That young master also has to go through the valley?

Xiao Fuxuan thought for a while, then pointed to the temple at the mouth of Dabei Valley and said, I'll go there.

Doctor Wusheng was stunned. After a long time, he smiled and said, It's a coincidence, we are on the same road.

When Xiao Fuxuan heard these words, he suddenly remembered Wu Xingxue's half-drooping eyes and a slightly regretful look.

He was silent for a moment and asked Doctor Wusheng, Do you want something when you go to that temple?

Doctor Wusheng let out an ah and said after a while, That's right.

What do you want?

Doctor Wusheng smiled and did not answer immediately.

It wasn't until after crossing the trestle bridge and seeing the temple close at hand, Doctor Wusheng said, I don't know what I'm asking for...

On the mountain road fork, Ning Huaishan's few words made him hesitant.

They had a chance to change the past hundreds of years ago, he might not have to die, he might have a long life.

What an alluring thing.

Just for a moment, he chose to walk alone.

After separating from Wu Xingxue and the others, he did not rush to the Valley of Compassion immediately. He made an excuse to say, Something has fallen in Luohuashan City, and I have to go back to find it. He really returned to Luohuashan City, casually entered one of the most lively teahouses, and sat by the window for a whole day. Somewhat saddened.

It was a very strange thought, and he didn't even know what he was thinking about.

He slowly spent a day before slowly setting off for the Valley of Compassion.

Hundreds of years ago, there were no restrictions from various factions. If he was really in a hurry, he could go very fast, but he had no intention of rushing.

Along the way, as long as he saw someone who was sick, he would go over to help and spread a few pills.

When he set off from Hua's house, his medicine bag was full, but now that he has come all the way down, there is not much medicine left in it. The couple used the last two pills just now, and since then, the capsule has been completely empty.

Before he came to the Valley of Compassion, he still laughed at himself and said in his heart: Doctor Wusheng, Doctor Wusheng, are you alleviating guilt by dispersing medicines to save people along the way? Doing good deeds because you want to do something disobedient?

Even when crossing the trestle, he still thought so.

But when he really stood in front of the temple, only one step away from everything, he calmed down.

Looking at the gate of the temple, Yi Wusheng suddenly asked, Has your son ever had a regret that he couldn't let go of his whole life?

This is actually very abrupt to a real stranger, especially since the other party is still a young man. How did the word life come from? If it was put in the folks, it would definitely be criticized as unlucky.

Rather than asking others, he was more like asking himself.

He murmured in a low voice, obviously not expecting others to answer.

In fact, Xiao Fuxuan didn't expect that he would answer this abrupt question, but when he came back to his senses, he heard himself answer in a deep voice, Yes.