This monk is a bit mean

Li Dongping helped Yunshu up and shouted loudly.

But Yunshu looked like a drunk, his face flushed, and he was unconscious no matter how Li Dongping shook him.

When the bookstall owner saw this, he panicked and disappeared into the crowd.

Fang Qingyi, who was secretly following from a distance, saw that something was wrong and quickly pushed through the crowd and squeezed next to Li Dongping.

"What's going on?" Fang Qingyi asked hurriedly.

"I don't know. Brother Qiang just took a look at the book, and then that happened. Fairy sister, please find a way to save Brother Qiang!" Li Dongping said anxiously while hugging Yun Shu.

"You don't have to tell me! Hurry, carry him back to the inn!"

Fang Qingyi looked around. She was afraid that there would be too many people here, so she quickly gave instructions to Li Dongping.

Li Dongping carried Yunshu on his back and left.

Fang Qingyi picked up the strange book and followed behind.

Back at the inn, Fang Qingyi asked Li Dongping to put Yunshu on the bed, and then took his pulse.

"The pulse is stable and the breathing is even. It doesn't look like anything is wrong." Fang Qingyi frowned.

She tried to press a few acupoints on Yunshu.

But it was still useless, Yunshu was still in deep sleep.

There was nothing she could do.

He took out a long incense stick from the Qiankun bag on his waist and handed it to Li Dongping.

Then he said, "Go to the north gate wall and light this incense stick. Then a Taoist priest will come to you."

"I've found you. Bring the Taoist priest here." Fang Qingyi instructed Li Dongping.

Li Dongping took the order, holding a long incense stick, and headed straight for the north gate of the capital.

Come to the north gate.

Li Dongping lit a long incense stick at the place where Fang Qingyi had meditated.

The long incense was lit, and a thin green smoke rose up and drifted towards the direction of Baiyun Mountain.

Meng Decai, who was busy slacking off in Baiyun Taoist Temple, suddenly changed his expression and released his spiritual sense.

"This is Qingyi's call for help incense! What happened? She actually needs to use call for help incense? No, I have to go and see."

Meng Decai flew on his sword and in a moment, he arrived at the north gate of the capital.

He was slightly surprised to see that the person holding the incense stick was a boy of about fifteen or sixteen, not Fang Qingyi.

Just when I was about to step forward and ask for clarification.

The young man grabbed him with his rough big hand.

The young man was none other than Li Dongping who had been waiting here.

He grabbed Meng Decai's wrist and started running.

But Meng Decai just stood there motionless.

Li Dongping couldn't pull it.

"Old man, hurry up, someone is going to die and you are still standing there!" Li Dongping was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

The strength in his hands did not decrease.

"Dead person?" Meng Decai was a little panicked, and he loosened his grip.

Li Dongping pulled him and started running.

The two soon arrived at the inn on Wuliu Street.

Looking at the sleeping Yunshu and Fang Qingyi who was turning around anxiously.

Meng Decai's nose was crooked with anger.

He glared at Fang Qingyi fiercely.

Fang Qingyi was so scared that she shrank her neck quietly and dared not say a word.

Meng Decai walked to the bedside and took Yun Shu's pulse.

The pulse is steady, the breathing is even, nothing serious is wrong?

Meng Decai came to the same conclusion as Fang Qingyi.

"I'd better go find a doctor. The younger one doesn't work, so I'll use the older one. The older one doesn't work either, so maybe an even older one will be needed later?" Li Dongping was straightforward and said this directly.

Meng Decai felt a little embarrassed after hearing this.

But what Li Dongping said was indeed right.

An hour later, two doctors came to Yunshu's room.

Not too bad, they were unable to wake Yunshu up.

At this moment, sitting next to Yunshu was Bai Yunzi, whose hair and beard were all white.

At this time, Bai Yunzi had finished taking Yunshu's pulse.

Although he was sitting beside Yunshu's bed, his eyes were always on Li Dongping.

Li Dongping felt uneasy when he looked at him.

"Look at him! Why are you looking at me?" Li Dongping couldn't bear it anymore and muttered to Bai Yunzi.

"He's fine. He's having a sweet dream. He'll wake up in another day." Bai Yunzi said with a smile.

Then his eyes never left Li Dongping.

"Young man, what's your name?" Bai Yunzi asked Li Dongping.

"Li Dongping, nicknamed Ergouzi." Li Dongping answered honestly.

"plum?"

"No wonder..." Bai Yunzi lowered his head and pondered.

"Xiao Meng, take him into the temple and teach him Taoism." Bai Yunzi turned and said to Meng Decai.

"Him?" Meng Decai looked Li Dongping up and down, and did not find anything special about this guy.

"He is a genius who practices my White Cloud Sword Technique, and he has some blood relationship with me. I will take him in!"

Meng Decai heard Bai Yunzi's voice transmission in his ears.

"Grandfather, didn't you tell me not to accept any more disciples ten years ago? Now you want to accept him again? This..."

Meng Decai replied to Bai Yunzi.

"Just accept him as a disciple. I'm not asking you to accept him as a disciple yourself. You can ask the girl Fang next to you to accept him as your disciple." Bai Yunzi continued to transmit the message.

"Qingyi!" Meng Decai called out to Fang Qingyi, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Master?" It took Fang Qingyi a long time to come back to her senses.

"What are you thinking about? You are so stupid! Your master wants you to accept this boy as your disciple!" Meng Decai pointed at Li Dongping and said.

"Ah?" Fang Qingyi looked stunned.

"No? Master, I'm very busy!" Fang Qingyi shook her head and refused.

"Are you kidding me? Accepting a disciple?"

"I can't even handle myself, how can I bring a burden with me?"

"What are you thinking, old man! If you want to collect it, go collect it yourself."

Fang Qingyi resisted silently in her heart.

Meng Decai held his forehead and complained in his heart: "What kind of disciples are these? Their tempers are worse than their master's."

"Well, Master has a bottle of Rejuvenating Pills in his hand. The effect is average and it can't improve the cultivation level, but it can make the refiner stay young forever and the face will never age!"

After Meng Decai finished speaking, he took out a white porcelain bottle from his Qiankun bag and played with it in his hands.

Fang Qingyi stared at the porcelain bottle in Meng Decai's hand with fiery eyes.

"Master, you understand me! My ambition since childhood has been to become a mentor in the world of immortal cultivation, and to have my disciples spread all over the world!"

After Fang Qingyi finished speaking, she reached out for the bottle of anti-aging pills.

Meng Decai threw the porcelain bottle away to avoid Fang Qingyi's hand.

Then he asked, "Are you still busy?"

"Master, look at what you said. Even if I am very busy, it will not affect the things you have arranged."

Fang Qingyi got the bottle of anti-aging pill as she wished.

After playing with it for a while, she couldn't let it go and put it into the Qiankun bag around her waist.

Then she walked over to Li Dongping and said to him, "How about it? Young man, welcome to Baiyun Taoist Temple!"

Li Dongping ignored Fang Qingyi; his mind was completely on Yunshu.

Before Yunshu woke up, he had no mind to think about anything.

"Don't worry, the ancestor is here, your brother Qiang will definitely wake up." Fang Qingyi knew that Li Dongping would definitely not be in the mood to discuss becoming her disciple.

Wait, didn’t our ancestor say that this bald guy would wake up in two days?

Bald Yunshu is dreaming.

A strange dream!