Chapter 92 centipede medicinal wine

"Yunyou Monk? Did you come here before liberation? How can I listen to what you say? Ye Xiao said in disbelievely, "Look at the desert here. What does he live on?"

"How do I know?" Chen Si shrugged his shoulders: "I also heard my grandfather tell me when I was a child. He only said that this temple was near Acacia Lake, but he didn't expect it to really exist."

The door of "Shiyuan" is closed, and there is little silence around, only the sound of birds and insects. There is quite "the quieter the cicadas in the forest, the quieter the bird song the mountain is." The artistic conception.

"It's not a way to hide in such a mountain. Let's go in and avoid it. Fang Shaowen's people may not be able to find it. When there are more yachts in the lake, we are waiting for the opportunity to go down." After saying that, Ye Xiao walked up a few steps. Gently knocked on the mottled wooden door.

"Is anyone there?"

After a long time, there is still no response.

"Is there no one?" Chen Sidao.

"Go in and have a look and you will know." With a "crunch" sound, the wooden door was pushed away by Ye Xiao. What caught their eyes was a thin and long bluestone ancient road. Looking at the concave and uneven ancient road made of bluestone, you don't have to think about it, there must be a certain age.

The ancient road is very long. Looking forward with the ancient road, a towering hall appeared at a distance of about 100 meters. Ye Xiao walked forward with Chen Si on his back. Some wet places on the Qingshi ancient road were covered with moss. It can be seen that there were not many people walking on this path.

At the beginning, there were big trees on both sides of the bluestone ancient road, which were very strong. Some even four or five people held hands and surrounded them together.

When you walk in, there are some wing rooms on both sides of the ancient road. Green bricks and tiles, antique. Although the wing rooms are slightly dilapidated, both sides of the wing rooms are cleaned without any dust.

As you approach, you can see the towering hall in the distance. The hall is not high, but it covers a large area. Ancient buildings always give people a feeling of closeness, close to nature and ancient times.

The hall is towering, but it does not give a sense of arrogance, but the vicissitudes of life, as if it has experienced the eternal mulberry fields and returned to the truth.

"Dong-dong, Dong-dong, Dong-dong--" There was a regular sound of wooden fish from the hall.

"Is there anyone?" Ye Xiao and Chen Si looked at each other.

When I gently approached, I saw a huge Maitreya Buddha in the middle of the lobby, and around it was a sculpture of eighteen arhats. On the futon under the Maitreya Buddha, an old monk sat cross-legged, knocking on the wooden fish in his hand, reading the scriptures that neither Ye Xiao and Chensi could understand.

There are no tributes on the table, and there is no high incense in the incense burner.

There is only an old monk on the futon.

"Master?" Ye Xiao shouted softly.

The old monk did not respond, and Ye Xiao shouted twice. The old monk still read the scriptures that he couldn't understand, knocking on the wooden fish that was always a rhythm and tone.

Ye Xiao held Chen Si in his arms from his back with his back. The two of them stared for a while and couldn't help shaking their heads with a wry smile.

When the two were about to walk out of the hall, the sound of wooden fish and chanting the scriptures stopped. Ye Xiao couldn't help but stop, "Master?" Ye Xiao shouted again.

"Hmm?" Lao Heshan turned his head, and his old face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes were bright, which did not match the old age. Ye Xiao's heart was slightly awe-pressed, and the old monk faintly revealed an unconcealed murderous atmosphere. People who practice martial arts feel several times or even dozens of times more sensitive than ordinary people. Whether a person is murderous or not depends on whether that person has killed anyone. Ye Xiao is so old that the most murderous person is Uncle Tao, who once defeated Singh in two minutes and six seconds, and the old monk at this moment. However, the murderous spirit of the two is different. Uncle Tao's murderous gas is the kind of suffocating murderous gas, which can put pressure on people with just a pair of eyes. However, the old monk's murderous spirit is introsive, as if he has been chanting scriptures and worshipping Buddha for many years and has been covered up a lot. But if the senses are sharper, you can still see it.

This old monk will never kill less than Uncle Tao.

It's easy to get rid of murderous gas, but it's difficult to get rid of the murderous gas all over your body. However, from the eyes of the old monk, Ye Xiao did not feel hostility.

Seeing that Ye Xiao was about to go out and turn around, the old monk put his hands together and bowed in his chest: "The two little benefactors, just read the King Kong scriptures too much, so he didn't notice the arrival of the two donors. Please forgive me."

"I'm too involved to notice?" Ye Xiao muttered to herself, "Are you too old to have good ears?"

"There is no master." Ye Xiao replied. Is there only one master in the temple?

"Well, the old man was deconjured. After coming here more than 50 years ago, there was no one in the temple." The old monk said.

"Have you lived here alone for more than 50 years?" Ye Xiao couldn't help taking a cold breath. Don't the master feel lonely?"

People are gregarious animals, and what they are most afraid of is loneliness.

For more than 50 years, I have lived alone in such a remote temple. Among other things, the monk's endurance can be seen.

It's okay to let Ye Xiao live here for a day or two. If he lives like this monk for more than 50 years, Ye Xiao is not sure whether he will go crazy.

"Ha ha, the little benefactor joked. The old monk, I am a monk. A monk is a fate. There is no dispute with the world. How can I be alone?" The old monk said.

"The master has a strong endurance." Ye Xiao praised, and at the same time, he carefully put down Chen Si in his arms, talked to a monk, and hugged Chen Si intimately.

Chen Si understood what Ye Xiao meant and stood on the ground with one left foot and his right foot barefoot. Leaning against Ye Xiao's body.

"The benefactor's foot was sprained?" When the old monk saw Chen Si's movements, he couldn't help asking.

"Well, I accidentally twisted it." Ye Xiao replied. Chen Si leaned on him obediently. In some words, it should be a man to answer. Ye Xiao is now Chen Si's man.

"There is a little medicinal wine here, which is suitable for falling and injury. Two benefactors, please follow me." As the old monk said, he first walked out of the hall. Ye Xiao saw that the old monk said sincerely and picked up Chen Si and followed him.

Follow the old monk to the wing room on the left. The light of the wing room is good, and the decoration is very simple. One bed, two chairs, one table, that's all.

The old monk took a bottle from a corner. When Ye Xiao saw what was in the bottle, his eyes glowed. Chen Si's reaction was different from Ye Xiao's, and Chen Si shrank his head in amazement.

I saw two fiery red centipedes soaked in the bottle taken out by the old monk. These two centipedes were at least 20 centimeters long, and the wine in the bottle had been soaked red. It can be seen that the two centipedes had been soaked for a long time.

The medicinal wine soaked in centipede specializes in treating falls and injuries.

Ye Xiao also has a family. People who practice martial arts will inevitably get injured. General drugs, where there is centipede wine works quickly. When Ye Xiao was a child, he was injured in martial arts and was treated with centipede wine.

However, the centipede soaked in Ye Xiao's house is more than ten centimeters at most, not as long as these two.

"This is when Lao Na was not a monk, soaked in centipede wine. It has a history of more than 50 years, and the effect may be better. The old monk explained.

The monk doesn't kill, but the medicinal wine made before he became a monk is another matter.

"The little benefactor looks at your light and steady footwork. You must be a martial arts practitioner." The old monk looked at Ye Xiao meaningfully and said.

"The master has good eyesight. The master's cultivation is not a thing in the pool before becoming a monk." Ye Xiao's eyes flashed.

People who have practiced martial arts can see each other with better eyesight. When the old monk sat on the futon and read the scriptures, Ye Xiao did not know that the old monk was a master, but as soon as the old monk walked around, Ye Xiao saw that the old monk was a practitioner.

"Oh, it's all over." When the old monk heard Ye Xiao mention that he would do kung fu, he sighed gently.

"I caught these two centipede soaked in the bottle from the snow in Tibet. One female and one male are old centipedees that have lived for at least decades. After soaking for such a long time, the medicinal power has melted into the wine. I think the female donor's ankle is injured. As long as the medicinal wine is massaged back and forth several times on Xiexi Cave and Qinfeng Cave, the female donor's feet will soon recover. The old monk said.

"Hmm." Ye Xiao nodded. In the past, when he was injured in martial arts practice, his grandfather helped him treat him while telling him the use of various acupuncture points. Xiexi Cave and Qinfeng Cave Ye Xiao know it.

Ye Xiao put Chen Si on the chair, opened the bottle cap, and prepared to pour some medicinal wine on Chen Si's feet to massage her. Ye Xiao knows the best effect of centipede wine. What's more, the old monk said that these two centipedes are produced on the snowy mountains, which must have an excellent effect.

"Is it really so smart? They look scared." Chen Si, like other girls, has a natural fear of snakes, insects, mice, ants and centipedes.

"The effect of centipede wine is absolutely no problem." As Ye Xiao said, he pulled up Chen Si's petite and exquisite jade feet, smeared centipede wine on the injured part of Chen Si, and massaged back and forth on Xiexi and Qinfeng acupoint as the old monk said.

Although Chen Si was a little afraid of the two centipedes soaked in the wine, and some disgusting medicinal wine, he was caught by Ye Xiao and kept massaged. His concern was the most obvious. Chen Si's heart was sweeter than drinking honey. She felt that it was really worth giving her body to Ye Xiao yesterday.

A burst of coolness seemed to cover the skin and enter the body, entering the sprained blood veins. Chen Si felt extremely comfortable on his right foot, and the pain was relieved a lot.

"How can it work more than the elixir? The pain has been reduced so fast." Chen Si said in surprise.

"Ha ha, that's natural." Ye Xiao said with a smile.

"At most tomorrow, there will be no problem with your feet." The old monk said kindly.

"Thank you very much for the master's medicinal wine." Chen Si smiled sweetly.

The old monk smiled gently, "It's fate to meet each other. You two are lucky enough to come to 'Shiyuan' today. It's our fate. Medicinal wine is just a piece of cake.

"Bright, master, why do you call this temple Shiyuan?" Ye Xiao asked.

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