In order to determine whether it was true or not, everyone squeezed in and touched their pulses and tried to breathe.

"There is really a heartbeat!" They screamed, and Zhang Liuniang beside her was already crying for the turning point.

When she remembered to thank her, she found that the woman in white had long disappeared.

I looked at the back of the Sanqing statue again, and there was nothing left with the cold moonlight on the ground.

This scene made the villagers feel cold on their backs. Fortunately, they are crowded and powerful, so these fears have not scared them for the time being.

"It seems that we have met some amazing people this time." Of course, they are more inclined to meet people in their hearts.

"Let's take Fang Er down the mountain first and let Doctor Zheng come and take a look."

"Yes, don't live hard again..."

"Shut up!"

"Go for a walk."

Everyone was talking and helped to lift Fang Er out of the Taoist temple.

At this time, the two brothers of Fang and Zhang also noticed the movement here and did not fight again.

"Second?" The eldest brother of the Fang family came first to see if something happened to his younger brother's body, so he was stopped by the villagers. "Go down the mountain first, let's talk about the others."

Seeing that everyone lowered their voices, Fang Da was about to ask them what the hell was, but when he saw the youngest brother next to him pulling his arm, swallowing his saliva with difficulty, "Brother... Second brother seems to be breathing..."

...

After the group went down the mountain, they asked the doctor to invite the doctor to destroy the mourning hall. The movement made the lights of the originally small villages light up again.

After knowing that Fang Er had been resurrected from the dead and came back to life, the villagers in the village came to Fang Er's family with skepticism.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they entered the door, Fang Er, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes, and a chill suddenly jumped from the soles of their feet to the back of their heads, making them tremble involuntarily.

"Fang, Fang Er?" When Fang Er was put into the longevity tree in the daytime, they all saw it with their own eyes, but now... they are really alive?

Fang Er probably heard them calling his name, and blinked at them, saying hello.

His action made everyone sure that Fang Er is indeed alive now. Although they still find it difficult to accept the resurrection from the dead, they are not as scared as before, and can come in and ask what is going on.

After hearing the Zhang brother tell the story, the inside and outside the house fell into silence.

At this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly spoke, "I remembered it! Yesterday when we were collecting herbs and going down the mountain, we went to the Po Dao Temple to hide from the rain. Before leaving, Fang Er offered a piece of dry food to the temple. Don't be that because of this, Fang Er was saved, right?"

"What's the matter withholding the rain?" someone asked.

So the man explained the causes and consequences of what happened yesterday.

After listening to it, many people felt that this was not impossible. "The Taoist temple has not been worshipped for decades, and Fang Er's offering happened to be remembered by the Three Pure Ones. It may not be necessary."

"That's right, sometimes this honest man is honest and good, and God sees it all."

Everyone was talking about it, and the next morning, the guess was that the news of Fang Er's resurrection soon spread throughout the countryside.

The people who came to see if Fang Er were really alive almost broke the threshold of the Fang family. At the same time, many people also ran to the Taoist temple on the mountain curiously, wanting to see what was strange about the Taoist temple and whether it was really very effective.

However, at that time, the Potaku Temple was no different from usual, with weeds and rubble everywhere, and empty.

Some people didn't give up and waited until evening to see if the master appeared at night.

But after one night, they had nothing to gain except for a mosquito bag.

In the next few days, people often visited the Po Taoist Temple, but like the people in front of them, they found nothing.

At this moment, Fang Er, who had been recuperating for several days after waking up, was finally able to speak. The first thing he did when he spoke was to ask his brothers to report to the official.

At this time, everyone realized that Fang Er did not die in an accident, but killed him.

"That day I went to deliver herbs to the clinic. The doctor in the clinic saw the wild fruit I placed in the medicine basket and said it was a rare medicinal material. He gave me five taels of silver to buy it. When I came back, I slipped downhill and wanted Fang Liang to pull me up, but after he jumped down, he grabbed my head and knocked on the stone..." At this point, a trace of fear flashed in Fang Er's eyes.

The shadow of death did not disappear because he opened his eyes to the world again, so he urgently hoped that the gangsters who killed him would be brought to justice.

After Li Zheng found out, he immediately took people to Fang Liang's home without saying a word.

But they were late, so Fang Liang left the village two days ago and has not come back yet.

The case was finally filed by the government, and it was rumored throughout the county because Fang Er was resurrected from the death.

Until two days later, when Fang Liang was captured and brought to justice, the Taoist temple on Yan Guishan was also known to the case.

But being known to people is one thing, but it is another thing that someone really comes to burn incense and worship.

Most people only watch the excitement. After the excitement, the Potaku Temple is still the same, and it did not attract many believers. At most, the villagers at the foot of the mountain would place some tribute when they went to the mountain to collect herbs, praying for the smooth journey.

...

Fang Er lies on the bed for about seven days before he can get off the ground.

At this time, the people who came to watch him were almost gone. Everyone was busy with summer salons, and they were curious and couldn't let them have enough food. Just watch the fun, so they wouldn't keep staring at them.

"Where is the new millet this year?" Fang Er was still a little weak in energy, and he had to hold his things first before he could stand firm when walking.

"The dried ones are placed in the warehouse, and the undried ones are in the side room." Zhang Liuniang said that he had touched the back room where the warehouse was placed, and hurriedly followed him, "What are you looking for Xingu to do?"

"I want to use this year's new rice to make porridge and send it to the temple." Fang Er said mindlessly.

"There is no one in the temple?" Zhang Liuniang said. On the second day after her husband came back to life, she specially prepared good wine and dishes to the temple for offerings, but the food was odorous and no one tasted it.

"Who said no one?" Fang Er brought out three handfuls of new grain from the warehouse. "I'll pound this grain, and you can go to the old well under the banyan tree to fetch water."

Zhang Liuniang's thoughts were still immersed in her husband's first words, "You mean..." Everything about that night flashed through her mind, and she felt a stern, and she immediately said, "I'll go now."

She didn't ask her husband why, but she vaguely felt that her husband should know something that others didn't know...

The freshly harvested rice is paired with the sweet porridge made from Lao Jingquan. Without adding any ingredients, the aroma of the new rice itself is enough to capture people's hearts.

Until the porridge and rice oil were boiled out, Zhang Liuniang carefully removed the fire, cooled down a little, then wrapped the clay pot containing the porridge with a small quilt, and then followed her husband to the mountain while the dusk was in the morning.

The mountain road should have been a bit rugged, but they walked smoothly.

Until the time of breaking the Taoist temple, the door opened and the woman in white who quietly disappeared that day appeared inside the door.

"Three Girls," Fang Er called respectfully, and then handed the porridge to the woman in white, "The porridge you want is ready."

The woman in white took the porridge and turned around and walked towards the Sanqing statue. Fang Er and his wife did not dare to enter, so they had to wait outside.

After a while, the woman in white came out again. Fang Er hurriedly said, "Are you satisfied with the master of the temple?"

The woman in white pulled the corner of her mouth, as if she wanted to make an expression, but in the end she failed and could only say bluntly: "You guys, come in."

Fang Er and his wife stepped into the Taoist temple and were led by a woman in white to the back of the Sanqing statue.

Behind the Sanqing statue, there was a black screen. They could vaguely see a figure behind the screen, but they couldn't see the person's appearance clearly.

"This porridge is good." The person behind the screen heard a woman's voice, but his voice was very rough and not harsh, but it made people subconsciously tighten.

"It's good that you like it." Fang Er quickly lowered his head.

The woman paused for a moment and continued to say in a rough voice: "Seven days later, someone will find you. You just need to tell them that at midnight, you will be able to see the person they want to meet. If they look for you again, you will bring them to the temple."

"Yes." Fang Er responded immediately.

"I've written it down, you guys go down the mountain."

Fang Er and his wife did not dare to stay for too long, so they hurriedly retreated.

After they left, the woman used up the remaining porridge little by little, and then said: "The taste of the world is really nostalgic."

The woman in white outside walked in and said, "Don't you, can't you taste it, do you taste it?"

"It'll be fine right away."

...

At the foot of the mountain, after Fang Er and his wife returned home, Fang Er looked at his wife and wanted to speak but stopped.

Zhang Liuniang also noticed her husband's hesitation, and she said considerately: "If you can't say it, it's okay if you don't have to tell me."

"It's not that I can't say it," Fang Er scratched his head, "I just don't know where to start for a while."

"Then you choose the important one, how could you know that girl in white?" He also knew that the girl in white was called Miss Three.

Fang Er said: "After I was killed by Fang Liang that day, my soul left my body and unknowingly arrived at the Taoist temple on the mountain. It was the third girl who led me to meet the master of the Taoist temple. Oh, the one behind the screen just now, I had the chance to survive. In exchange, I had to be responsible for the food of the 77 to 49 meals. Now there are 47 meals left."

Although this requirement is a bit strange, overall, he is still happy to bear it.

After hearing this, Zhang Liuniang angrily glanced at her husband, "It's better to have a good time if you have your skills. I'll do it in the future, just be responsible for making money."

"I just listen to you, my wife." Fang Er gently touched his wife with his forehead, "Then from now on, you will give this life for your husband."

Zhang Liuniang's cheeks were slightly red, "I'm not serious."

The couple had a strong affection for a moment.

Next, every night, Fang Er and his wife would send food up the mountain. Their movements would inevitably be noticed by the villagers, so gradually, rumors about Fang Erneng's ghosts and gods were spread by the troublemakers.

About seven days later, Fang Ergang and his wife came home, and someone came to him.
Chapter completed!