dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Zhao Fei and Hu Ping supported Wu Yongming, a Taoist in purple, to go out, while Zhuan Zhu led the way with an ancient sword in his hand.

As he was walking, the number one assassin in ancient and modern times suddenly stopped.

"Before coming to Yuhang, Mr. Xiao once wrote a letter to Zhuan, telling him that if he lit it in a critical moment, he would be rescued by an expert."

"I don't know if now is the time..."

Zhao Fei was overjoyed when he heard the words: "Ah?! My boss really arranged for a backup!"

"It's time, it's time, why isn't it time! People are dying!"

Although Zhao Fei said so, Zhuan Zhu still hesitated:

He has a stable personality, and Hua Jiu is vaguely aware that the danger that Hua Jiu can't tell is not referring to the interior of the underground palace, but other things.

However, the situation is critical and there is no room for thinking about it.

Just like what Zhao Fei said: Mr. Xiao and the Major General are in danger, it is important to save them!

Zhuan Zhu took out the letter and threw it into the air:

Where the flame passed, the remaining ashes turned into a glittering golden paper crane, and disappeared with a whistling sound.

Ziyi Daoist Wu Yongming was deeply moved when he saw this.

"Blessings of the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Feihe passes on the letter!"

"Although Master Hua is young, he behaves quite anciently. He is indeed the leader of the new generation of our Taoist sect!"

"In a hundred years...in a thousand years, no one will be able to match him!"

After sighing, Wu Yongming continued to speak softly.

"Anyone who can be called an expert by Hua Jiaozhu must be a peerless power."

"I'll go to the barracks above and wait quietly."

In the middle and west of Yuhang District, on the north bank of Tiaoxi River.

An antique street stands quietly in the misty rain of the southern country.

The locals affectionately call this place "Old Street".

In an inconspicuous private house in the depths of the old street, a plaque was hung up at some point.

The plaque is very simple: the wooden frame is dyed with ink, and the inscription "Tao Renjia" is full of artistic conception in seal characters.

The interior of the house is even more antique, without a trace of modern industry:

The rice paper screen at the entrance is painted with splashed ink landscapes to keep out the wind and ward off evil spirits;

In front of the wooden wall is a horizontal table, and in front of the table is a square table of four immortals, on which there is faint green smoke from the copper incense burner;

Behind the copper stove is enshrined a very simple memorial tablet with the words "Zhonghuang Taiyi" written on it.

There are four armchairs on the left and right sides of the square table, and a medicine rack in front of the walls on both sides.

A middle-aged Taoist with a dignified demeanor is meticulously taking medicine from the medicine shelf:

There is no need to measure it with a scorpion (a tool called traditional Chinese medicine), and it is placed in the rice paper bag in front of it.

The Taoist said with a smile while busy.

"Brother, more and more neighbors are seeking medical advice, aren't you afraid of delaying your cleansing?"

In the inner room, a kind-faced old man in yellow walked out slowly:

He holds a nine-jointed staff in his left hand and a yellowed bamboo slip in his right hand.

"Fu Sheng boundless yellow sky."

"Aren't you and my brother practicing now?"

After speaking, the two brothers smiled together.

These two are the two leaders of Taiping Taoism who left the northern country to travel around China: Zhang Jiao and Zhang Bao.

The so-called "big hermit hides in the city, and really cultivates in the people" is nothing more than that.

Zhang Bao put the patient's name on the packaged medicine label, and asked softly after putting down his pen.

"Brother, you and I are diligent in cultivating merits, and I don't know when we will be able to accumulate enough for the third brother to help him reborn as a human being."

Zhang Jiao looked at the vicissitudes of life, looked into the distance quietly for a moment, and then said softly.

"Time is only in the flick of your fingers, soon, soon..."

At this moment, light flickered outside the window.

I saw the message paper crane standing quietly on the screen, nodding to Zhang Jiao and Zhang Bao with spirituality.

Seeing this, Zhang Bao smiled very happily.

"Hahaha, Linghe is the matchmaker, and Yangxue wrote the pen. It's... Brother Daji and Xiaoba!"

Zhang Jiao knew that although his second brother's knots were broken, he still didn't want to mention Hua Jiu's difficulty.

So he stretched out his hand, and the paper crane turned into a letter and landed gently in his palm.

As the letter unfolded, Hua Jiunan's excellent pen and ink appeared vividly on the paper.

Honored by the two priests:

After more than a month of farewell, I am very deeply involved.The two elders have been well.

Boys Hua Jiunan, Chen Daji, and Chang Huaiyun are polite!

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For the following content, Hua Jiunan will tell all the things that happened during this period until they come to the Liangzhu site.

But nothing was said about calling for help.

It's not that Hua Jiu is so hypocritical that he can't let go of his face when he asks for help.

It is the person who will really help you, and there is no need to say much at all: simply tell what happened.

People who are willing to stand out will naturally come.

If you don't want to take this muddy water, even begging grandpa to sue grandma is useless.

On the contrary, it is easy to tear the skin, and it is not easy to meet each other in the future.

Note: It is difficult for Hua Jiu to use Feihe to pass on the book in the Dharma-ending era: one is because of his special blood, and the other is because Zhang Jiao is the true leader of the great religion.