On the top of the tower, Zhao Yuankui's painful howls came from time to time, causing his loyal slave Xiao Shunzi to blister the corners of his mouth to be anxious.

But after being lit by Yichen, he was powerless and could only stare at him.

Ning Wanjun and Xiaocui had already gone back to the inn to rest. Now only Xiao Shunzi and Guan Shanyue are still guarding under the tower.

The sound of ghosts and wolves cried and howled not until the middle of the night. When there was no sound on it, Guan Shanyue untied Xiao Shunzi's acupoints.

Xiao Shunzi fell to the ground as soon as he was weak. He kept his body in shape for most of the night and his body was paralyzed.

After a while, the tower gate opened and Zhao Yuankui rushed out of the inside with his shirtless. His hair was messy, his clothes were not covered, and his body was black and white, as if a refugee was rushing out of the fire.

Seeing Zhao Yuankui like this, Xiao Shunzi struggled to get up from the ground, came to Zhao Yuankui and shouted: "Your Highness! What's wrong with you? Why did you make it like this? Ah! Is there anything wrong here?"

After saying that, Xiao Shunzi wanted to see the back of Zhao Yuankui, but Zhao Yuankui slapped aside.

"Get out! What are you looking at! This is because the abbot uses his pure yang internal force to heal me with the pure yang baby. Although it is a little painful, the effect is very good. I feel that my body is no longer so cold. The abbot said that if it lasts for ten days and half a month, my cold poison can be cleared!"

Although Huo Yuanzhen has not practiced the Nine Yang True Sutra, he practiced the Boy's Kung Fu. He has a mouthful of pure Yang True Qi innately. Now he has learned the Wuying Divine Art and has a strong internal strength. In combination with the Pure Yang Kung Fu Finger, the Pure Yang Relic, he has basically been able to heal Zhao Yuankui's wounds.

However, Huo Yuanzhen is not good at medical therapy. Although he has learned the Wuxiang Magic Art and has a very good understanding of the operation of true qi, he can only use it to cross the river by feeling the stones and make mistakes from time to time, but Zhao Yuankui suffered a lot.

Fortunately, I said at the beginning that it would be painful during treatment, otherwise Zhao Yuankui would really think that Huo Yuan was harming him.

When he thought about the time he was about to get off the tower, Huo Yuanzhen said that he would need treatment for ten days and half a month, Zhao Yuankui's tears came down. He felt that his body was burning and there was no place that didn't hurt. Xiao Shunzi helped him and limped down the mountain.

I have to go back and rest and continue to come here tomorrow to suffer.

After they left, Huo Yuanzhen also got down the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda, and Yichen was still waiting below.

"You're still here so late?"

Yichen bowed: "I am a native of Shaolin, so I naturally have to think about the safety of the abbot."

Huo Yuanzhen nodded and was about to go back, but suddenly stopped again and said to Yichen: "Do you know that Fusang Langren appeared in Henan?"

Yichen's face was a little dim and nodded to say that he knew.

"This abbot killed more than 20 Fusang ronin. Now those people have retreated, but you can also guess that these roninin are just here to test. Sooner or later, these people will invade me Middle Earth. At that time, I'm afraid there will be something you don't want to see."

Yichen said coldly: "If there is one day, I will kill the rebellious son with my own hands and eliminate the harm to the country!"

Huo Yuanzhen didn't say anything and went back to sleep.

Some things may not happen in a short period of time, but if the situation continues like this, it will definitely happen. You must give Yichen a vaccination first.

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Near October, the weather became colder and the top steps of Shaoshi Mountain were covered with a layer of golden yellow.

Henan, which was originally shrouded in the haze of war, seemed to have some signs of sunshine.

The court and the Jiedushi seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding, and neither sent troops to do anything provoked. Both sides were just scattered in silence, which made those who thought the war would start in the near future shut their mouths.

The people do not talk about the interests of war. They only know that after October it will be winter and the weather is cold and the war cannot be fought.

Even if the war starts now, unless the battle can be concluded at the end of October, the battle will not continue.

It seems that at least this year is a safe New Year.

Without the pressure of war, it is time to harvest again. People should work as they should get the harvest this year first, and they are not in a hurry to leave their hometowns. What if the battle will not be fought next year.

Those who believe in Buddha believed that the Buddha had not fought the war and that some people who made wishes in front of the Buddha and hoped not to fight were come to fulfill their wishes, and the incense in Shaolin Temple became even more prosperous.

At the gate of Shaolin Temple, a table was set up under the huge archway.

There were two chairs, the one behind the table, and the one in front was empty. There was a cloth banner next to the person, with four words "Iron Mouth" written on it.

Behind the table was a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist crown, a Taoist robe, and three long whiskers. He was born with a fairy-like Taoist bone. He held a piece of watermelon in one hand and a whisk in the other, and banged the flies while gnawing the watermelon.

Logically speaking, this Taoist priest should not appear here, because it is Shaolin Temple and Monk Temple. You, a Taoist priest, went to the door of someone's house to set up a fortune teller. Isn't this a fight?

The pilgrims who passed by looked at the Taoist priest strangely, the old Taoist didn't care at all. There was a row of watermelons under him, and he picked up another one and smashed it with one punch to eat the flesh inside.

After a long time, a pilgrim came over and asked the old man: "I want to calculate my fortune."

"Come here, I'll take your pulse."

The pilgrim was stunned. It was the first time I heard that fortune tellers still had to take their pulse.

But this experienced master's appearance was pretty good, and the pilgrim hesitated and reached out to his hand.

The old Taoist put down the watermelon and sat forward. The distance between the two was very close. The old Taoist pinched the other person's wrist, took his pulse for a while, then patted the other person's shoulder and pressed his chest. He tossed for a long time as if he was a doctor, and then said, "You want to lose money today, please do your own thing. I won't charge you money."

After saying that, the old Taoist withdrew his hand, ignored the other party, and continued to eat watermelon.

The pilgrim stood up hesitantly, walked forward for a while, and suddenly shouted, "Oh! Wallet! Where is my wallet? Who saw my wallet?"

"Did you forget at home?"

"No, I took it with me when I went up the mountain. I specially counted a hang of money and planned to go to the temple to buy more incense and candles. Why is it gone?"

As he quarreled, many people there suddenly looked awe at the old Taoist priest. This was a living god. Just now, you realized that you were going to lose money and your wallet disappeared.

Someone reminded the person who lost money. Since the Taoist priest has calculated that you want to lose money, why not let the Taoist priest calculate again? Where has your money been lost, so that there is a goal to find.

The man had to go back to the old Taoist's stall again and ask the old Taoist to calculate it again.

The old Taoist eyelids drooped, "I only tell one fortune every day for one person. If there are too many, let's go!"

No matter how much money was requested, the old Taoist was unmoved. In the end, the man had to leave without any luck.

Seeing such a magical Taoist priest, someone went up to tell fortunes again. The old Taoist really only told one fortune, but many of them were very accurate and even fulfilled on the spot.

For example, he calculated that a person was suffering from blood today, but the person fell down after taking two steps, broke his arm and bleeded.

As soon as there were too many such things, people spread the Taoist priest's power. Soon, the news spread to Shaoshi Mountain.

When Yichen came to report to Huo Yuanzhen, Huo Yuanzhen was walking indoors. When he saw Yichen coming, he said to him: "You don't have to say anything. I already know what is happening at the foot of the mountain. This Taoist priest is here to find fault. Let's go down the mountain and come to him later."

Yichen said: "Abbot, my junior brother has a suggestion."

"you say."

"If the other party is here to find fault and kick the temple, we can naturally fight back with force. Now he set up a fortune teller at the foot of the mountain. Although he is at the mountain gate, he is outside the mountain gate. Strictly speaking, it is no longer part of my Shaolin realm. If we are hard, of course we can drive it away, but that gives people the impression of being arrogant and domineering. Moreover, the old Taoist priest is now telling fortunes outside the mountain gate, which has convinced many people. If we force ourselves, we are afraid that Shaolin's reputation will be unfavorable."

"You don't know what your junior brother thinks should?"

"The junior brother has no good prescription, but as far as I know, ordinary fortune tellers in the world are good at observing words and expressions, and understand some Zhouyi numerology, so they can naturally calculate it. However, many things are also guessed based on various conclusions and cannot be completely accurate. If we can defeat him in this regard and let people recognize the true face of this person, it is the best. It can not only drive him away, but also highlight my Shaolin's ability."

"Can junior brother tell fortunes?"

"This... I don't know," Yichen said, and said, "Although I don't know, I think the abbot's senior brother will definitely do it."

Huo Yuanzhen laughed in silence, "How do you know that I can do it?"

"The junior brother doesn't know, but in the eyes of the junior brother, the abbot can do everything."

"No, at least I can't have a baby."

Yichen also smiled: "If the abbot's senior brother is willing to return to secular life, he will definitely be a group of wives and concubines and a family of children and grandchildren."

After talking nonsense with Yichen, Huo Yuanzhen said seriously: "I can't tell fortunes, but I still know a little about this old Taoist trick. Let's go down the mountain and see this bull's nose and let it know. If there is no three or three, don't go to Shaoshi Mountain!"

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