Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

Weisheng moved closer to look into the monk's eyes, fortunately he found that he was not completely blind, and had a slight reaction to light.

As an ordinary cultivator, if the spiritual power is still there, it doesn't matter if you lose all five senses, and you can still practice and live as usual.

After washing their marrow, their physique is already different from that of ordinary people, especially if they have the foundation of the upper realm, even if a pair of eyes are gouged out, they can gradually recover.

But the injured cultivator in front of him is obviously not so lucky. Flesh injuries are trivial, but the damage to the spiritual root should not be underestimated.

According to Weisheng's previous experience in practicing medicine, this person may not be able to heal within a year or so, and if he loses his spiritual power, his bones may not be as good as a strong mortal man.

"What's your name, and which sect do you come from?" Weisheng asked.

When Weisheng changed the bloody clothes for him, he didn't find the jade plaque, but at that time, the monk's hair was disheveled, and he couldn't even see a crown hairpin on his head. He might have destroyed all the magical artifacts in the tide of evil.

However, Weisheng still keenly noticed the flame pattern on the corner of his sleeve, and had a suspicion in his heart.

To be honest, picking up a monk is much more troublesome than picking up an ordinary person. Not long ago, Weisheng gambled and swore never to pick up a monk again.

It would be difficult for ordinary people to resist if they were cultivated to go crazy, and the special microbiological constitution would make it easier for them to detect abnormalities.

Although they have been through smoothly in the past, those monks either died of infection, or returned to the sect after thanking them, and they didn't realize it.

However, Weisheng was still not sure that he would be lucky forever, but now he finally capsized and let the other party see it.

Relying on the opponent's limited eyesight, Weisheng sized up the monk in front of him openly.

Seeing that he was not much older than himself, his face and body were bandaged like glutinous rice dumplings, and due to the exhaustion of spiritual power, his face was as pale as a night ghost.

The monk's eyes were beautiful, covering the misty white mist, reminding him of the forest when the mist rose in the morning.

Weisheng hasn't read any books, he just thinks it's good-looking, and he has a temperament of being at ease when he comes, so he can calm down and appreciate it for a moment.

"My name is Xue Sheng, monk Hanshan." Xiang Guchun gave an alias that he often travels outside.

"Health?" Weisheng raised his eyebrows, "What a coincidence?"

"The voice that is silent."

Wei Shengxin said that I didn’t know you even after you told me, so he didn’t care and said, “All right, my place is remote, and the nearest town with a cultivation sect needs to go back and forth for seven days. When you are better, give me a message, and I’ll go there. Let them take you away."

If it wasn't for Brother Hanshan, and he had an evil aura about him, Wei Sheng reckoned that he would really leave him in the bushes.

After all, the world of comprehension is not peaceful now. Although there is the support of the head of the prime minister, it cannot cover everything after all, and private fighting between sects is also common.

The evil current is rushing in the east, Weisheng has seen a lot of cultivators fleeing in a hurry here, he doesn't care about those people, because they have so many magic weapons on them, and if they lose them, he should blame him for hiding them. It's not like I haven't seen them before over that situation.

It's just that he has always had a good impression of monk Hanshan, and he knows that when the disaster broke out, it was still Hanshan's people who came.

He saw those cultivators in red walking with their swords from a distance, like a cloud in the sky, but it gave people an indestructible feeling.

But he still wanted to explain clearly, "Xue Xianjun, I found you in a pile of chaotic grass five miles away, and I didn't have any jade pendants or spirit pouches on me. If Xianjun needs other ways to contact the sect, then Try to contact me as soon as possible, after all, my food and drink are simple, and I don't have immortal medicine to heal my wounds."

What's more, I may not be able to move overnight.

Wei Sheng muttered in his heart.

The cultivator in front of him can feel the abnormality of his physique, maybe he is not as young as his appearance shows, or Hanshan has some kind of strange secret method.

In short, the current cultivation world is probably not very friendly to people with Weisheng's physique, and his specialness is far more than simply feeling the pulse.

According to the extent of the evil spirit in his body erupting, it is not too much to kill him on the spot.

Weisheng guessed that the monk was also judging in his heart. He was thinking whether he was a mortal who survived by chance after being infected by the evil breath, or whether there was something else wrong with him, but for the sake of his own life, he would not risk it anyway. then shot.

"It's just a broken life, and there is no contact magic weapon." Xiang Guchun said: "Please trouble me, my friend, when I return to the sect, I will definitely thank you for saving my life."

Weisheng laughed a few words, thinking that it's fine to thank you, you just leave me a little life to survive.

Xiang Guchun was seriously injured and physically weak, and after a few words, he became short of breath and coughed softly.

Weisheng helped him to lie down, and said: "I can't be in a hurry for a while, I'm the only doctor in this village, and the doctor can't be invited even if he wants to, Xianjun, please be patient."

After Xiang Guchun lay down, he found that the pillow behind his head was higher than before, which made it easier for him to breathe smoothly. This boy was obviously taking care of others.

Many doubts surfaced in his heart, but his consciousness gradually became dull, and he sank into the thick darkness without allowing him to think too much.

Thousands of miles away, there are mountains and clouds.

Elder Hanshan and the real peak master gathered together, staring at the extinguished soul lamp for a long time, sobbing and sighing one after another.

Immortal Shuyin braced himself, and said to the disciple beside him, "Is there no news yet?"

The disciple's eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was haggard. "That place is full of evil currents, and our people can't get close at all."

Some elders who came back from the front line even needed the support of their disciples to stand up, tremblingly said: "Could it be, could it be..."

"The soul lamp has been extinguished, and the master minister may not be able to come back. My condolences to all of you." A muffled voice came from outside the door of the soul lamp hall.

Elder Fu Ning, who was dressed in plain clothes, came with Shi Shi.

Everyone frowned, no one knew that the soul lamp was extinguished and the soul flew away, but the owner of the soul lamp was separated from each other, and who would believe this result.

"You—" Wen Shuyin's disciple was about to refute on the spot, but Master pulled him hard and shook his head disapprovingly.

Fu Ning is Xiang Yinli's uncle, half of them are the heads of the sects in the lower realm of cultivation, and half are fellow disciples of Xiang Yinli in the upper realm of cultivation. People can compare to Fu Ning.

"Where's Xiang Guchun?" Fu Ning looked at the two disciples who stayed behind in the sect, one was Ge Yun and the other was Sang Qi.

Ge Yun was the second child, she took a step forward and cupped her hands and said: "Senior brother is together with the sect leader, and his whereabouts are still unknown." Her voice was hoarse, and she added: "Senior brother's soul is unstable, so the soul lamp is not here."

"That's it." Elder Fu Ning didn't show any expression, but the disciple beside him was dissatisfied.

It is obvious that his master is the most dignified person here, but if Ge Yun explained it like that, it would seem like an outsider who didn't know.

Besides, the reason why these people gather here is to elect a new person in power. Now that the master has arrived, no one has mentioned this matter first.

So he took a step forward and made a face, "Brother Xiang has always lived and died with the head of the sect, I'm afraid it's already—"

"Nonsense!" A loud voice interrupted him, only to see that Sang Qi's eyes were red, "Senior brother can't die, he doesn't have a soul lamp, he must still be alive!"

Fu Ning's big apprentice scolded: "Sang Qi, what a quarrel you have made! There will be no survivors under the evil current. We all regret the departure of Brother Xiang and the head, but now the disaster is not complete, and we are immersed in the pain. What's the use of pain, why don't you look at the moment!"

"Okay." Fu Ning raised her hand, and said to Master Shuyin, "What are your plans?"

How could Wen Shuyin fail to see the purpose of this elder's visit? Normally, this person would not be able to retreat, and he hadn't seen how he was involved in the life and death of the cultivation world, but now he ran out.

But in the end, the upper and lower cultivation worlds haven't really lived in harmony. If I, the leader of the lower cultivation world, stood up to argue with him, it would inevitably involve disputes between the two sects.

"Elder Fu Ning, Master has left a letter. If he dies, Daoist Shuyin will be the head of the sect. When the situation is stable, the sect will select a suitable person for the head."

Ge Yun took out the manuscript from his sleeve, opened it with spiritual power, and the phantom of Xiangyinli emerged.

After half a stick of incense, everyone breathed a sigh of relief after listening to the words of the phantom left by Xiang Yinli.

At this moment, Elder Fu Ning said: "According to the old rules, the sect master's life and death will be inherited by the direct disciples, and Xiang Gu Chun will let it go for now, so the remaining two are not worthy of their positions?"

Ge Yun cupped his hands again, and said: "I know that my cultivation is limited. In the past, my master once said that Ah Yun acted recklessly. He can be a swordsman to punish evil and promote good, but it is difficult to assume a high position. I still have self-knowledge."

She was not polite about her words, and after she finished speaking, she bumped her little junior brother with her elbow, but she didn't listen to his reaction for a long time, she frowned and said, "Aqi!"

Sang Qi woke up like a dream, and said: "My disciple is not talented."

Fu Ning squinted her eyes, let out a long sigh, called her name and said: "Forget it, what about hearing the sound?"

Just when Hanshan temporarily relieved the tense atmosphere, Xiangguchun, who was far away in the barren mountain village, was still in a daze, lying down day and night.

After he lay down completely for several days, his exhausted aura finally recovered a bit, and he was short of breath and coughed without being able to speak a few words, and he was barely able to get down to the ground.

The range he can perceive is not wide, but he can roughly judge that the place he is in is indeed very remote.

Weisheng said that the mountain here has no name and no surname, so the villagers call it Gushan. The village is located at the foot of the Gushan.

Weisheng is also a refugee from outside. He claims that his parents are doctors in the clinic. When the evil currents and natural disasters come, the towns are completely destroyed, and his family is destroyed. He is being recuperated, and people in the village can also see him if they feel unwell.

Over time he became the only doctor in the village,

He is not very old, only fifteen or sixteen years old. He is a tall and thin boy who is pitifully frail and lives alone. People from the village often come to give him some clothes or food.

Grandma Liu came into the room and saw Xiang Guchun's face, but she didn't take it too seriously, and didn't avoid him, she said directly to Weisheng: "You recruited so many people again, you haven't suffered from the last time. enough?"

Weisheng was a little embarrassed, and said, "Grandma Liu, this is a monk, he came from the other side of the mountain."

"Oh, disaster relief monks, that can be saved." The silver-haired Granny Liu nodded, and then said to Weisheng: "What are you thinking about the daughter of the old Zhu's family at the head of the village..."

"Grandma, granddaughter, take your granddaughter's medicine!" Weisheng hastily stuffed the wrapped medicinal materials into Grandma's hand, "Young girl should wait at home."

"You!"

The old lady walked out tremblingly on crutches, leaving behind a faint scent of herbs.

Wei Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief. Granny Liu was keen on matching up people in the village. It was thanks to her publicity that she was sick so she was not drawn into the red line early, but even so, she still couldn't escape this scene.

The girl from the old Zhu's family at the head of the village is also weak, and she guessed that she wanted the two of them to have a companion, so she asked Grandma Liu to find out.

He took a sip of the cold water on the table, turned his head and saw the blind monk sitting at the table, "looking" over with his gray eyes with great interest.