Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 106|Death is regretful

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The young novice monk cleans up the baggage in the monastery.

He looked at the medicine jar and thought he was going to take it. Master seemed to be sick recently.

Turning around and stuffing the wooden fish into the baggage, there are also several volumes of scripture throughout the year. All these things are needed. If you go to another temple to place an order, is it possible to borrow someone else?

The monastery is noisy, the people from the rivers and lakes are gone, and the monks have their own ideas.

Some wanted to leave, they were scared by today’s events.

Some insist on staying, and their reasons are very good. There are more than a dozen temples in Longzhao Peak, no matter which one will not take them in. The empty wing rooms of the temple are prepared for pilgrims. It is close to the capital. Many pilgrims are either rich or expensive. Who wants to vacate their empty houses for other monasteries? The monks live?

Pending an order means staying in another monastery. Some monasteries are relatively poor and can only provide a place to live, and the living is very poor, and it may even be a firewood room. Some monasteries are relatively wealthy and can provide soup and food, and perhaps receive an old monk robe.

In either case, the pending order should be temporary, and there are so many things to be provided free of charge.

If you want to continue living in another monastery, there are generally two ways.

One is to give money, and the other is to use their own fame by the virtuous monks. The monks can give lectures and make many pilgrims come here. No matter where they go to place orders, they will be welcomed by the heart. Other temples wish them directly Stay in the next life without leaving.

The monks in Liuhe Temple had no money and no name, and they were in a very embarrassing situation.

The monks are still arguing, the little novice has already ran back to pack up his baggage, and hummingly walks towards the old monk.

“You…what are you doing?” The abbot got up from the couch in fright, and shouted, “What are you doing in a daze? I don’t know how to help?”

Only then did several monks react, and dumbfoundingly rescued the little novice monk from the huge burdens.

Just now when the little novice monk walked into the yard with them on his back, it was like a pile of sacks moving with his own feet, and the little novice monk was also swayed by the weight of the baggage.

The monks took a look at the baggage, and found that there were all sorts of things inside.

“What do you do with wooden fish?”

Several wooden fish, large and small, are packed together in a bag. The weight is not heavy, but the size is not small.

The little novice monk wiped his sweat and said, “This is the master, brother, and the wooden fish I’m used to! If you go to another monastery to place an order, you can’t ask someone to borrow the wooden fish when you are chanting!”

“What about the medicine jar?”

“…The doctor just said that the master is not in good health.”

The little novice monks took the burdens back one by one and looked like they were about to leave. Then some monk said, “I haven’t decided to leave yet. What do you mean, urging the abbot to force everyone to abandon the temple together?”

The little novice monk said in amazement: “The doctor said, my master is sick and can’t continue to live on the mountain. Of course, the little monk has to go and pack his luggage. As for the brothers, it’s the brothers’ own business. .”

Everyone was speechless.

Of course, things are not as simple as the little novice monks said. The abbot must leave, but the other monks in the temple do not leave. Then the position of the abbot of Liuhe Temple should be changed. The land deed and the property keys belonging to the temple need to be handed over to the next Served as abbot. In this way, even if the former abbot ran back after the danger, the monks of Liuhe Temple would not cause any troubles because of the dispute over the land deeds.

Of course the monks who want to stay want to be the abbots, aren’t they afraid that the old monk won’t agree?

Everyone was embarrassed to be so mixed up by the little novice monk.

Because it seemed that they had a foreign object in their hearts, only the younger brother was worried about the abbot’s condition, and it seemed that the old monk was greedy for the abbot’s position and property, so he hesitated to make a decision.

The heart of a child is pure and simple, without so many twists and turns.

When the monk of Liuhe Temple was embarrassed, he was about to say something when suddenly he heard the noise again in front of the mountain gate.

They were stunned, thinking that it was a pilgrim coming to the door, they went out to check.

At this look, I was so scared that I couldn’t speak.

The Jinyiwei who was still in the monastery before, now almost everyone is injured, and some of them escaped here by supporting each other. They looked back as they ran, as if there was a tiger behind them.

“Tongzhi, we are here!”

Although Gong Jun waited for Jin Yiwei to evacuate and found some time to escape, he was so light-hearted that he caught up with his subordinates in no time. Then they rushed back to Liuhe Temple with vigilance.

A few Jinyiweis were carried over, with their hands and feet severed. It was so tragic.

The monks were shocked when they saw it, and hurriedly recited the Buddha’s name.

The monk who originally wanted to stay is shaken. No matter how good a place is to shelter from the wind and rain, he can’t fight and kill all day long!

“…Here’s the doctor!” Gong Jun asked with red eyes, picking up a knowledgeable monk.

The Zhike Monk said tremblingly: “You, are you talking about the young doctor who suddenly appeared just now? He has gone…”

“What? Go away?!”

Gong Jun staggered and almost fell.

He was exhausted and suffered internal injuries. His mind was tense. When he heard that the doctor who had appeared with Meng Qi had left, he instantly felt dizzy and a little unable to hold it.

Why take people back to Liuhe Temple? Of course, I wanted to use Meng Qi’s hand to deal with the Qingwu ancestors. No matter what grudges Meng Qi had with Qi, the national teacher had no favor with the Qingwu ancestors who discovered the treasures of Li Di Ling and secretly planted conspiracies.

Even if Meng Guoshi went mad, he would break other people’s necks directly, and would not yell at him.

Meng Guoshi killed people. He really “want” to kill people. What about the ancestor of Qingwu?

Choose the lesser of the two evils, Gong Jun is willing to die simply and neatly, not wanting to be caught by the ancestor Qingwu.

As the deputy commander of Jin Yiwei, he must not have any “stigma”, even if he is killed by “Jianghu Cao Mang”, he will lose the emperor’s face.

If the emperor ransacked his home in a rage, or dismissed him as a shame, it would be troublesome.

——There are raccoon slaves at home!

The master is dead, what about the raccoon slave?

Those raccoon slaves were raised with bright hairs and fat, they love to be charming, and they are also good at catching rats. They are well-known in Taijing. Every time a cub was raised, someone would eagerly bring the fish to the door to ask for employment. They were so enthusiastic because they came from the prefect of Fusi Palace in Beizhen. And famous far and near, such a raccoon slave can’t find a master, but what if he doesn’t meet a good master?

If you don’t have the owner who will feed them fish, can you catch the mice and eat enough?

Two of them are too old to run and can’t catch the rats. Will someone pick them home?

Gong Jun’s mind is in a mess, and he thinks a lot.

For a while, I will be a raccoon slave, and I will be behind me, I will be the teacher of Meng Guo, and I will be a doctor who can treat my subordinates…

“Where is Meng Guoshi? Has he left too?” Gong Jun asked with difficulty.

The monks didn’t know, so they asked carefully: “Who is Meng Guoshi?”

“The doctor is alone.”

“Yes, I just heard Jin Yi just now… You mentioned Meng Guoshi, but there are no more people in the temple.”

Gong Jun almost vomited blood when he heard this.

Why did you leave? Leave a temple and the treasures of the imperial mausoleum underneath the temple alone. What’s the matter?

Just when Gong Jun was desperate, he suddenly heard a voice.

“What are you doing standing in front of the mountain gate? Find a clean mat, put the wounded down, and get hot water!”

Mo Li did not continue to fight with Meng Qi to track the pigeons. He walked quickly to the gate of the mountain, pointed and quickly stopped the bleeding of the two most injured Jinyiwei.

Blood ran through the wound that was broken at the elbow.

Jin Yiwei also used the method to stop the bleeding, otherwise this person would not be able to survive here.

“Quickly, the method of sealing the pulse won’t last long, so we have to apply needles.”

Moli said as he took off his outer robe. The clothes inside him were different from ordinary people. The cuffs only went to the upper part of his forearm, exposing his entire wrist and palm. This kind of clothes is commonly used by doctors, and it is not the kind of old doctor who sits in the room to check the pulse, but is the doctor who treats trauma in the military camp.

Jin Yiwei is no stranger to this kind of dress, even though they don’t know Moli, they soon realize that this is what Gong Jun is talking about.

Looking at the fierce spirit as if to demolish the Jinyi guards of the temple’s wood room, the monks hurriedly said: “There is hot water in the temple, so I will bring it to the kitchen.”

Gong Jun supported and led people into Liuhe Temple.

Moli first washed his hands in the hot water, and then ordered someone to take a white cloth to cook.

“Go out, don’t squeeze in the room!” Moli began to push people.

Jin Yiwei, who was carrying the person in, refused. Just as he was about to argue, he was reprimanded by Gong Jun, bowing his head and going out.

Gong Jun was of course not at ease, he simply looked at the vague shadow inside through the window.

With a flower in front of Gong Jun’s eyes, he found that Mo Carp had an extra knife in his hand. The knife was less than a foot long, and the blade was dim and dull, and it even seemed to have no open front.

The black carp put the knife on the fire and roasted, then lifted the wounded’s arm, untied the blood-soaked cloth belt, and directly picked up the residual meat and bone residue.

The man was dying and didn’t start to struggle until the pain was severe.

Moli is not afraid of patients struggling at all. He can acupoint acupuncture points and administer injections.

So people screamed in the temple, Jin Yiwei almost rushed in, but was stopped by Gong Jun again.

Mo Carp’s expression remained unchanged, and he was not moved by the terrifying wound at all. He cut the knife accurately and quickly. It didn’t take long to clean up the broken part of his arm. In addition to broken bones, there were also sand and stones that he had touched. , And cut off some seemingly intact flesh and blood.

Except for swordsmen, people in the arena do not have a good habit of wiping weapons at every turn.

Basically, it’s a lot of work, sometimes in order to hide weapons, they will be stuffed into a pile of firewood or the bottom of a carriage.

The arm was cut off by such a weapon, even if he died without blood loss, the wound would become suppurated, and he would die for seven days after having a fever. When Moli started to stick incense after a while, the wounded man’s hope of surviving was reduced by one point.

Mo Carp looks focused and moves decisively. No blade, only the afterimage of swinging the blade.

The hapless Jin Yiwei screamed in pain, almost thinking that he had fallen into the hands of the enemy and was being tortured.

Just when he was crying for help, the ink carp had finished cutting, looked up at him, took the white cloth and the Jinchuang medicine and started bandaging.

“…”

Gong Jun’s eyes were straight, he actually saw a sword technique from a doctor who saved people.

For Gong Jun, who has practiced the sword technique into the realm of transformation, the indifferent seems to be just a quick afterimage with the sword intent hidden in it. Although it is difficult to detect, it does exist.

“Who are you?” Gong Jun couldn’t help asking.

Mo Li finished treating the second seriously injured person, and just after going out, he heard Gong Jun’s question.

“Don’t talk to the injured.” Mo Li motioned to Jin Yiwei next to him to carry Gong Jun to another wing.

Gong Jun covered his mouth and coughed violently, then began to cough up blood.

“Tongzhi!”

“…I suffered an internal injury, which is very serious.” Gong Jun knew that he could not die, but how could he not pick him up now? The ancestor of Qingwu might be chasing after him. The trouble should be left to Master Meng, so he coughed up blood while instructing his subordinates, “Xiao Baihu, if I die, you can take these fifty taels of silver. Find a good place for the raccoon slave in my house…”

Moli washed away the blood on his hands and interrupted Gong Jun’s last words: “Twelve taels of silver will cure your internal injury, do you want? You can’t die if you don’t, I’m not in a hurry, you will consider it slowly.”

Gong Jun: “…”