Chapter 406 I'm Even Harder to Mess With

Snowflakes were flying, and a carriage came down from the Wuxiang Temple on the next mountain. An old man sitting in the carriage gathered his cloak, frowned, and beat his legs.

"Old Marquis, are your legs numb again?" Beside the old man, an old servant looked at him worriedly.

The old man saw the snowflakes falling outside the window, sighed, and said, "This leg is destined to wither, and I'm afraid I won't be able to carry on with this performance."

The old servant moved the small charcoal stove closer to him, and while holding his legs, he hesitated for a moment and said: "Old Marquis, didn't Master Huineng just say that the Qingping Temple nearby is doing something? Give alms and go to the free clinic today, maybe there will be a turning point and a miracle."

The old man smiled bitterly and said: "Free clinics are mostly for poor people. I already have a stubborn disease, how can those doctors cure it? Not to mention that in the past two years, I have visited countless famous doctors and taken a lot of medicine. But there is no improvement. On the contrary, it is becoming more and more powerless and indifferent. This body is ruined. It’s a pity that I am only one armor. I thought that I could stabilize the country for a long time, but it is only a fantasy. "

The old servant felt sour in his heart.

"That's not what I hate most. At my age, it's okay to be crippled. I can take comfort from having someone to succeed me. Something like that happened to Ding'er again. Could it be that God thought that I had committed too many crimes, so I was like this? Are you going to punish me, my grandson, both of you with a pair of legs?" The old man's eyes were red and he punched his thigh hard, his face full of unwillingness and resentment.

The old servant quickly took his hand and said, "Don't do this."

"Once I am defeated, I can no longer drag it out. This military power will have to be handed over sooner or later. Do I have to hand over all my navy to others?" The old man grinded his teeth in hatred.

The old servant pursed his lips. His old master was the most powerful navy commander in Da Feng. He had been guarding the East China Sea for generations. He was named the Marquis of Dongyang because of his outstanding military exploits. The Yue family navy that he personally trained defeated countless islands and The water bandits were famous far and wide and were called the Dinghai God General by the people.

But because he has been dealing with water all year round, he often eats in the wind and fog, and rides on horses for a long time, the wind evil enters the meridians. Not only his legs have become old and cold, but they are also becoming numb day by day. He is no longer able to walk and needs help.

As the old Marquis said, it is a comfort to have someone to succeed him after he is dead, but...

The old servant said: "Old Marquis, Master Huineng is an eminent monk. How could he say such nonsense casually that he might know that there are famous doctors among the doctors at this free clinic? Let's give it a try. Anyway, they are all here."

Dongyang Hou shook his head and did not hold out much hope.

He even asked the palace doctor to take a look, and the prescriptions he prescribed were all about dispelling wind and relieving the symptoms. Not to mention treating the root cause, the symptoms were not cured much. How could a small city like Licheng produce such a powerful and famous doctor?

"Old Marquis, you won't lose anything if you take a look. This is a free clinic and it doesn't cost money. You can explore the future for Master Ding." The old servant advised again.

Dongyang Hou trembled.

"No matter what, Qingping Temple is doing alms. Let's go to this Taoist temple to donate some sesame oil money and gain some merit. Maybe the gods will bless us."

Dongyang Hou smiled angrily and pointed at him: "You old man, do you also follow the example of those women's mothers-in-law and believe in some magical things?"

The old servant also laughed: "Isn't there nothing I can do about it? There are gods and gods that work if you believe them, but they don't work if you don't believe them. It's just for peace of mind. Just like the sea people in the East China Sea, don't they often go to worship the Sea Dragon King? Or something like that, wishing for good weather and everything going well?”

Dongyang Hou was silent for a while and said: "That's alright, let's add some sesame oil."

The old servant breathed a sigh of relief, and as if he was afraid that he would regret it, he hurriedly knocked on the car wall and informed: "Change to Qingping Temple."

…

Qin Liuxi finally finished watching the people waiting in line, and escaped by peeing, leaving the shack and hiding out at a tea stall.

The tea stall lady recognized her and asked her to sit by the stove to avoid freezing.

Qin Liuxi sat on the small bench with a smile, added a piece of firewood, and started chatting with her.

At that time, several tall horses approached. Someone asked where the free clinic was. After getting the answer, he turned around and went to the carriage behind to answer.

The road was narrow, and the carriage stopped at the edge of the tea stall. Qin Liuxi broke off a handful of roasted peanuts and looked over. The men on the big horses were wearing short jackets and large cloaks, but each of them had a sword wrapped around his waist. They have a sinister look on their bodies but a righteous look on their faces. Are these people from the military?

The people on the carriage were probably rich or expensive.

Qin Liuxi couldn't help but clench his knuckles and count, and raised his eyebrows, "It's a big job."

The carriage stopped, and the two young men sitting on the shaft jumped out nimbly, came to the back of the carriage, helped an old man down, and whispered something.

Qin Liuxi looked at the shape of his mouth, indicating that he was going to carry that person on his back.

The old man being supported appeared, and Qin Liuxi narrowed his eyes. The man was majestic and upright, and the evil aura on his body was stronger than that of the servants. He was iron-blooded, his cheeks and cheekbones were prominent, the sky was wide, and his ears were thick and large with hanging beads. , his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, showing majesty, and when his gaze swept over people, he carried the fierce and inviolable majesty of a tiger.

This is a fierce general who can shock the power of all directions.

Dongyang Hou said he was walking, but in fact all the strength in his body was borne by the boy, who was almost carrying him.

Soon, they walked to the tea stall, and Qin Liuxi smiled and said: "The old man also came to see the free clinic? Do you want me to try it?"

Before Dongyang Hou could do anything, the people around him looked over with fierce eyes: "Shuzi is so impudent."

Qin Liuxi shrugged.

Seeing that she was so young, Marquis Dongyang just thought she was naughty and misbehaving, and said: "Forget it, let's go."

Qin Liuxi watched them walk away, shook his head and said, "I have to be more cautious later. These people scared me so much that my heart was beating. I'm so angry."

The old lady chuckled and said, "Don't be naughty. I think those people are not ordinary people who are easy to get along with. They look hard to deal with. Don't cause trouble."

Qin Liuxi snorted, his face full of dissatisfaction: "I'm even harder to deal with!"

The old lady smiled and shook her head.

Qin Liuxi ate another handful of peanuts and drank a cup of tea, then walked slowly towards the shed.

At this time, in the shed, Dongyang Hou watched several people take his pulse and check his legs in turn, and quarreled and discussed the atrophy disease. He was gradually disappointed and lost his patience. He looked at the old servant beside him, his eyes all showed that you are useless.

The old servant was helpless. Could it be that God is really blind?

Doctor Mao coughed and said awkwardly: "Everyone, since we can't determine how to treat this atrophy, why not ask Master Buqiu to identify it."

"Yes, yes, where is she? Where did she go?"

Dongyang Hou was about to say no, but Doctor Mao's eyes lit up and he waved his hands as if he had seen a god.

"Master, Buqiu, please come here quickly. Please help me take a look at this patient. How to identify the symptoms and prescribe the medicine?"

Dongyang Hou and others looked over and saw a boy in a green robe and a Taoist bun, holding a piece of hay in his mouth.

This, isn't she the boy who ate roasted peanuts in the tea shed just now?

One of the occupational diseases of code drafts: back pain after sitting for a long time! I'm suffering from old troubles