Taoist Temple: I was broadcast live when I preached to animals

Seeing the medicine soup getting closer and closer, Mr. Li confessed again and again.

"Yes, Master Immortal, shall we fulfill Second Grandpa's wish?"

Cheng Fan glanced at Li Meng playfully, "Oh? Are you sure? Drink this bowl of medicine, the old man may recover."

Hearing this, Li Meng's eyes widened instantly, and he said dumbfounded: "Master Immortal, didn't you just say that my second grandfather's condition is hard to cure?"

"That's right." Cheng Fan said lightly, "But that's for those mortals, and I didn't say I couldn't cure it."

"Although it is impossible to completely eradicate the old man's disease for many years, it is still possible to control the disease and let the old man live comfortably for two more years."

Li Meng was overjoyed, he grabbed the soup and poured it into the mouth of Mr. Li.

"Second Grandpa, drink it quickly! Drink it and you'll be fine!"

Old man Li resisted all over his face, smelling the smell of the soup, he felt more painful than dying.

"Good medicine is bitter, Mr. Li."

"Don't drink, don't drink! Kill me and don't drink!"

Mr. Li turned his face away and said stubbornly.

A look that would rather die than surrender.

Li Meng became anxious, "Second Grandpa, you can cure your illness first, then you can drink alcohol?"

When Mr. Li heard that he could drink, his cloudy eyes rolled.

"Daoist Master Cheng, can we really drink after drinking this medicine?"

"You can drink appropriately, don't drink too much, and don't be greedy." Cheng Fan said with a smile.

When Mr. Li heard that he could drink alcohol, he immediately smiled.

Acting as if he was going to die generously, he swallowed down the bitterness.

The soup was really loud, and the thick liquid sliced ​​across Mr. Li's throat like a knife.

The moment the decoction was taken, Mr. Li felt warm all over his body, as if he had soaked in a hot spring.

The lesions and dark wounds accumulated over the years were instantly eliminated.

Even the liver with the most serious lesion has recovered a little, and it is no longer life-threatening.

It's just that this liver cancer is at an advanced stage, Cheng Fan still has nothing to do now, he can only give the old man a relatively healthy body, two more years of resistance is two years.

In Cheng Fan's hands, there are several prescriptions for life and death, medicine for bones.

But many materials can't be found in this world, and they can't even be reproduced, let alone refined.

Cheng Fan decided to control Mr. Li's condition first, and wait until Xu Huan successfully built his foundation and got the true solution of alchemy that was rewarded by the system. There might be a turning point.

"Hahaha! Cool!"

Mr. Li yelled comfortably, feeling his body full of strength.

It's just that his breath was full of bitterness, and Xiaonannan and Dahu were immediately defeated, and they left the room holding their noses.

"Little Daoist Cheng, you still have a way! This old man can see again!"

Mr. Li seemed to have regained the vigor and spirit he had when we first met, his face was rosy, his eyes were no longer cloudy, and he saw the light again.

He clenched his fist hard.

Good guy!Stronger than before the fall!

改源"发；自;小.说,群:9;8、0？2，0；5?8'5：6！！天找李猛这小子试试脚感。

Li Meng didn't know that his second uncle had arranged for him, and he was dancing and celebrating.

Mr. Li said impatiently:

"Don't jump! Turn around and bring me what you have hidden for a long time. Daoist Xiao Cheng said that I can drink in the future!"

Cheng Fan smiled helplessly, as long as the old man is in a good mood, let him go.

Mr. Li suddenly grabbed Cheng Fan's hand and pulled him to his side.

Put the ebony wooden box solemnly in Cheng Fan's hand.

"Little Daoist Cheng, it's a good luck not to disgrace your life, let's take a look at this old man's craftsmanship!"

Cheng Fan smiled, took the ebony box, and opened it inch by inch...

Chapter 206 The memories of Mr. Li, Qingluan is so pitiful

Cheng Fan slowly opened the ebony wooden box, and a soft green light spread out.

Lying quietly in the wooden box is a pair of rings, a pair of earrings, two bracelets and four amulets. The green light is dense and beautiful.

"Wow! Sister Huanhuan, take a look, she's so beautiful!"

Xiao Nannan and Xu Huan exclaimed outside the window.

Girls seem to have a natural affinity for shiny things.

The crystal clear jade jewelry without any impurities caught their attention immediately.

Even Cheng Fan couldn't help admiring: "Mr. Li, your craftsmanship is really ingenious!"

"Where is it? The main reason is that Daoist Xiao Cheng's material is good."

Hearing Cheng Fan's praise, Mr. Li was so happy from ear to ear.

Cheng Fan put away these ornaments and prepared to refine them into spiritual weapons.

After some rainbow farts, Li Meng helped the old man to visit the Dishui Temple, and Cheng Fan also accompanied him.

From the backyard to the main hall, a trace of nostalgia flashed in Mr. Li's eyes.

"Little Daoist Cheng, I didn't expect you to be quite nostalgic. The old man looked like this when he came here. I didn't expect that it hasn't changed at all."

Cheng Fan chuckled and didn't answer.It was like this when he just graduated and came back to inherit the Taoist temple.

A college student who just graduated, where did he get the money to repair it?

When he had money later, he just made some simple repairs.

Completing system tasks can reward special buildings. Isn't this more fragrant than spending money to expand?

Mr. Li took out three incense candles familiarly, and respectfully paid homage to the Taoist ancestor of Sanqing.

He sighed: "When the old man saw your parents for the first time, he worshiped such three sticks of incense, and everything seemed like another day."

"Cheng Daochang never accepts incense money. He told me that only by not forgetting the original intention and doing good deeds and accumulating blessings can we start and end well. At first I didn't believe it, I just thought he was talking nonsense until later..."

In the middle of Mr. Li's words, his eyes suddenly lost their focus, as if he had fallen into reminiscence.

"What happened next?"

Cheng Fan asked impatiently.

Mr. Li calmed down, raised his head, looked at the sky outside the Taoist temple, and said with a little blurred eyes:

"Later, when I encountered a great disaster, it was the people who had helped me who helped me to make a comeback."

"At that time, I recalled Cheng Daochang's words and started to help the children as much as I could. I have come to this day safely."

"Revisiting the old place, it's a pity that I couldn't see the two Taoist priests again."

Before he knew it, two faint tear stains appeared on the old man's face, slowly flowing down the vicissitudes of life.

Cheng Fan handed over a tissue and quietly acted as a listener.

At the same time, I was trying to think about everything about my parents.

Cheng Fan was raised in a boarding school since he was a child, and his memories before high school have all become blurred.

Strangely, the harder Cheng Fan tries to recall, the more blurred his parents' faces become.

If this happened to an ordinary person, it would be fine.

But it is almost impossible for this kind of situation to happen to a monk at the golden core stage.

A trace of uneasiness flashed in Cheng Fan's heart.

Has my memory been tampered with?

Cheng Fan's heart was already turned upside down, but on the surface he was still listening to Mr. Li's story calmly.

"Later, the old man came to Dishui Temple again, but this time the two Taoist priests were not there, and the gate of the Taoist temple was closed, so I went down the mountain."

"The old man still remembers that when going down the mountain, a dazzling golden light suddenly lit up in the sky. In a trance, I seemed to see a golden dragon and a blue phoenix soaring in the sky, emitting a soft light under the sun."

"That picture is deeply engraved in my mind, and I can't forget it for a long time... This is also the reason why I created Jinlong and Qingluan."

Mr. Li shook his head with a smile, "Maybe it's my old eyes that are dizzy. This is the first time that this old man has doubts about his crafty eyes."

"Old man, do you still remember when that was?" Cheng Fan's heart rose inexplicably.

Mr. Li tilted his head, and pulled his beard again, pulling off two or three at once.

"About 15 years ago..."

Hearing this, Cheng Fan's pupils trembled slightly, and he turned his head indistinctly.

Fifteen years ago, it was almost the day when I started to attend boarding school.

My own memory has also become blurred since then.

I can't remember my childhood memories at all.

I can't even remember the name and appearance of my childhood playmate.

"Speaking of which, Daoist Xiao Cheng, you seem to have a very close relationship with that Qingluan, so I guessed it right away."

Mr. Li's words woke up Cheng Fan.

Yes!

How did I know it was a green luan?

Why do I feel like I'm destined?

Cheng Fan hated this feeling of being out of control.

"It's just luck, maybe I have a destiny with the 26 immortals you gave me, hahaha."

When Mr. Li heard this, he nodded happily.

"In my opinion, Daoist Xiaocheng and that Qingluan are destined for each other!"

"Speaking of which, in order to build them, the old man went to find out. The information on Jinlong is easy to find, but the information on Qingluan is very vague, and I only found some fragments."

"According to legend, the phoenix has nine chicks. Qingluan, also known as Cangluan, is one of the nine chicks and ranks fifth. Among the phoenixes, the red color is the phoenix, and the blue color is the luan."

"The wings are as green as the sky. It is said that the three blue birds under the Queen Mother of the West are a blue luan. It understands people's language, is understanding, and has the most beautiful voice in the world, but no one has ever heard it."

"It is also said that Qingluan is a bird born for love. It sings only for love, but it does not sing for anything else. It has been looking for another Qingluan all its life. But in this world, there is only one Qingluan bird ..."

The little girl who pretended to copy the scriptures, but actually eavesdropped quietly, was overheard.

"Sister Huanhuan, why did Qingluan spend his whole life looking for another Qingluan? Didn't it mean that there was only one Qingluan?" Xiaonuan asked puzzled.

"Uh, girl, maybe Qingluan doesn't know that she is unique?"

Hearing this, the little girl said with some disappointment: "That Qingluan is so pitiful. She has such a beautiful singing voice, but she has been unable to make a sound. She must be very lonely, right?"

Xu Huan rubbed her little girl's hair, and said uncertainly: "Fenghuang is so infatuated, especially Qingluan. Qingluan may mean that you can't love it..."

……

"Xiao Cheng Daochang? What's wrong with you?"

Mr. Li patted Cheng Fan's arm, immediately waking him up from his absent-minded state.

Cheng Fan put the old man's words into his heart, smiled and said, "Old man, the main reason is that you speak so well that I have pictures in my mind."

"Hahahaha... Brat, what do you think?" The old man turned his head to look at his grandnephew Li Meng.

"You really want me to tell you?"

Li Meng looked at Second Grandpa, then at Cheng Fan.

The two couldn't help smiling, "Tell me?"