Chapter 2071 Dao Ye

"If you leave, I will throw this guy outside to feed wild dogs! I saved his life, but you want me to take care of his shit and piss?

You think it's enough that he can move now. I won't care if he dies after you leave!" The old Taoist in the tattered Taoist robe in the Taoist temple was shouting.

Hearing his words, Daquanzi, who had one foot in and one foot out, had to withdraw his front foot.

"Daoist, didn't I tell you? I saw that you didn't say anything, so you agreed, didn't you?" Daquanzi was helpless.

"Who told you that I agreed if I didn't say anything? You can leave if you want, just carry him away!" The old Taoist said angrily, and then used the ribs of a chicken to pick up his teeth, and in front of him was a mess, all chicken bones, white and clean chicken bones without a trace of meat.

"Little brother, I have implicated you." Shang Zhen, who was already skinny on the firewood pile, said weakly.

"No, no, you are a hero, you saved all the people in our village, I should help you." Daquanzi said hurriedly.

Shang Zhen grinned weakly, and then looked at the guy who called himself Taoist.

It happened that the old Taoist was also glancing over, and the two people's eyes met, and the old Taoist curled his lips.

Shang Zhen has been lying here for more than two months, and the weather has gradually become cold, but according to the Taoist, fortunately, his life is saved.

But this time Shang Zhen was seriously injured. Although the bullet did not remain in his body, he was in a coma for several days.

According to the Taoist, you are the dead horse that is being treated as a living horse. Not only is your life tough, but my Taoist is also a superb doctor.

What can Shang Zhen say about this? He has no strength to say anything.

I don't know what medicine the old Taoist boiled on his wound. Now Shang Zhen can finally feel the coolness brought by the medicine to his wound.

Since Shang Zhen was awake, he naturally wanted to send the news that he was still alive back to the camp.

He also knew that he was a useless man now, and he couldn't expect the Taoist in front of him to take care of him, so he could only wait patiently.

Now he felt that he could finally move a little, so he asked Daquanzi to go back and send him a letter.

If he said that he asked Daquanzi to go back and stay, the Taoist must have heard it and didn't say anything at the time.

But who would have thought that now, as the Taoist said, if I didn't say anything, you would think I agreed? There is no such saying!

"I'm telling you two." The Taoist spoke again, "I am a doctor but I don't have a heart. I saved you purely because I owed this kid (Daquanzi) a favor.

But this time I saved you and I paid this favor back. You still expect me, the Taoist, to take care of your shit and urine, no way!"

People said so, what else could Shang Zhen say, he could only continue to be a useless man.

But who would have thought that the Taoist would come over and tap him with his toes.

Shang Zhen was not annoyed. Although this touched his wound again, he still smiled at the lifesaver in front of him.

Shang Zhen had fought for so many years and traveled all over the country. What kind of people had he not seen? Although this Taoist had a strange temper, he was not unbearable.

"Boy, is there an old Taoist in your army?" the old Taoist asked.

"Yes." Shang Zhen thought of the young Taoist Li Qingfeng when he heard the old Taoist ask this.

"Is he dead?" the old Taoist asked curiously.

"No, as long as he is a Taoist, no matter old or young, he is very capable." Shang Zhen saw that the old Taoist rarely talked a lot today and was not stingy to give him a compliment.

In fact, he didn't know what Li Qingfeng was like now. People in the military camp, the iron camp is the water of the soldiers, and many times the soldiers are not different from each other. The ability to fight may be different, but the determination to fight the devils is the same. The only difference is the luck on the battlefield.

"He's really good at talking back." The old Taoist looked at Shang Zhen with a half-smile, and Shang Zhen saw the old Taoist's greasy mouth that had just finished eating the chicken.

The old Taoist looked to be in his fifties, and he was not good-looking. The biggest feature was that he had no features, so Shang Zhen thought that if he was asked to fight the Japanese as a plainclothes officer, he would definitely succeed, because that was a common face.

"Master Taoist is very capable. When the country is in crisis, why don't you fight the Japanese?" Shang Zhen said slowly.

"Fight the Japanese?" The old Taoist smiled, "How can I, a Taoist with a fairy-like appearance, do that?"

Shang Zhen was speechless. Fairy-like appearance? Forget it, he was a bit sarcastic.

Shang Zhen was recovering from his injuries, and he was seriously injured. Naturally, he couldn't eat anything else. However, Daquanzi went to a nearby village to get some millet and brought it back. He drank millet porridge every day.

But the Taoist priest refused. Yesterday he went out and got a chicken from somewhere. Today he removed the feathers and gutted it to make the beggar's chicken.

They say there are flowery monks, but Shang Zhen didn't know how to describe this Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest saw that Shang Zhen was weak in speaking and suddenly lost interest in talking. Instead, he walked inside and lay down on the pile of firewood and started to cross his legs again.

Just when Shang Zhen was drowsy and wanted to fall asleep, he suddenly heard the Taoist priest sigh: "I can't go to fight the Japanese. If I fight again, there will be no one left in our lineage."

Hmm? Shang Zhen was stunned for a moment and finally asked: "Are all Taoist priests going to fight the devils?"

The Taoist priest didn't answer but sighed. After a long time, he said: "Let's see if anyone can come back after the war?"

The implication should be tacit agreement.

At this moment, Shang Zhen couldn't help but stand in awe, his mind already flying to the war-torn battlefield.

It's just that he was seriously injured at this time and he wanted to ask questions, but he felt like he was struggling to breathe and finally didn't answer.

However, Daquanzi asked: "Master Taoist, how many Taoists can a small temple like yours hold? You make it sound like there are a lot of people."

The old Taoist looked a little sad at first, but Da Quanzi's words made him angry again: "Did I tell you, this is a Taoist temple, not a temple. The place where the bald man stays is called a temple!"

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, Master Tao. I forgot, it's a Taoist temple, hehe." Daquanzi hurriedly accompanied him, and then asked again, "I've been to this Taoist temple not just once, but I've seen you before. When did I have so many Taoists?"

"This little shabby place is where I come to play when I have nothing to do. There are eighteen people in my Taoist temple. Only me and a cripple are left. The others have gone down the mountain to fight against Japan." The old Taoist sighed.

"So many?" Daquanzi was surprised.

But at this time, the old man became silent again.

The old man was also lying on the haystack. The haystack was so soft that it naturally sank slightly. Shang Zhen turned around and couldn't look at it, so he could only listen.

"Master Dao, why don't you say anything? Master Dao, you are a very capable person, so all your people will be beaten -"

"Shut up!"

Seeing that it was rare for Lao Tao to talk a lot today, Da Quanzi wanted to say a few more words, but was interrupted by Lao Tao.

This old Taoist has always been a bit moody, and it was only in the past few days that Daquanzi dared to say more to him. When he saw that the old Taoist was unhappy, he had no choice but to shut up.

Shang Zhen fell asleep again. Unexpectedly, the old Taoist touched him again and said, "Boy, are there any monks in your army?"

"Yes." Shang Zhen responded feebly. Wasn't the old man born a monk?

"Is the monk good at fighting?" the old Taoist asked again.

Shang Zhen's lack of energy does not mean that he is thinking too slowly. He thought of the old Taoist monk who called him Baldy before and replied: "Not as powerful as our little Taoist priest."

Shang Zhen just didn't want to quarrel with this moody old man. He saved his life and he couldn't afford to offend him, so he thought he should just go with what he said.

But he never thought that he was really right, because next the old man said: "That's right, what's the use of those bald men? If you keep a fat man, you can become a gang leader even if you are a soldier."

Shang Zhen was speechless and thought to himself, could it be that the monk and the Taoist priest were also traveling together and were enemies? But why do Big Boss and Qingfeng Li have such a good relationship?

Shang Zhen didn't bother to think anymore, and finally fell asleep again.