It was nearly noon, and the thick fog on the mountain gradually dispersed, and a golden ray of sunshine fell from the sky, illuminating the Taoist temple among the clouds and mist.

The golden light shines on the eaves of the Taoist temple, falls three feet into the main hall, and also shines on the bodies of the young Taoist and Qingyu.

Even the originally dark hall was illuminated very brightly by these rays of light.

Qingyu raised her head and looked quietly at the Sanqing Patriarch who looked brighter in the main hall, but only then did she realize that her figure looked a little lonely.

Looking at Master Sanqing on the altar, Qingyu raised his eyebrows slightly.

The incense candles on the altar table were burning slowly, and as the golden light fell from the sky, the hall was illuminated erratically. Only the ray of sunlight on her body seemed brighter.

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The Taoist in the sunshine sighed and replied faintly: "How did the girl know that my master has a panacea?"

He did not reject Qingyu's request, nor did he know if Taoism had any elixir, but asked softly.

Qingyu looked a little nervous when she saw the young Taoist in front of her. Although she didn't know if she could ask for the elixir, but after hearing the Taoist's tone, she clearly didn't mean to refuse.

So she raised her head and looked at the Sanqing Patriarch in front of her for a long time.

I don't know how much time passed before he said softly: "I heard what the old lady at the foot of the mountain said, tell me, how much silver does it cost to ask for a magic pill?"

The young Taoist was even more stunned. He didn't expect Qingyu to ask him the price directly. He thought to himself, this is a Taoist temple, not a pharmacy in the town at the foot of the mountain?

After thinking for a while, the young Taoist priest replied proudly: "We are a Taoist temple here, not a pharmacy. Girls should go to the pharmacy down the mountain to buy medicine."

Qingyu was obviously dissatisfied with the Taoist's answer. The young Taoist smiled, with a hint of cunning in it, as if there was nothing you could do against me.

After thinking for a while, he asked in a deep voice: "Excuse me, what is your master's name? When will he come back?"

Qingyu was very disappointed, but she hid it well and did not reveal her disappointment in front of the Taoist priest.

The young Taoist priest shook his head, clasped his hands and replied: "Master didn't say anything when he left, and I didn't dare to ask. I guess he should be back in the next few days, right?"

Whether or not the elixir will be given away is the master's business. As a disciple, when the master will come back, he really can't answer for Qingyu.

Qingyu pretended not to care and asked: "How many more days will we have to wait?"

The young Taoist priest shook his head again: "It depends on whether the master wants to be exposed to a few more spring rains."

In fact, he was also a little puzzled. In previous years, the master would go to the mountains to collect herbs in autumn. Why did it change to spring this year? The mountains were covered with spring mist, and his Taoist robe was wet in less than a moment.

This is not the result he wants.

Qingyu nodded, looked at the young Taoist priest in front of him and smiled: "Tell me, do you have any elixirs? I can buy them from you."

It's just a magic pill. In Qingyu's opinion, there is no old Taoist priest, so it would be a good idea to buy it from the guy in front of her, so as to save her the trouble of going all the way again.

Who would have thought that the young Taoist priest shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Master said he won't start teaching me how to identify herbs in the mountains until next year. Where can I get the elixir now?"

In fact, what he wants to say is, I also want money!

Who in the world doesn’t know that money is better than elixirs? Why don’t you spend money on buying food, food, salt, soy sauce, rice, etc. when you go down the mountain?

Qingyu looked at the guy in front of him with an expression that didn't look like he was lying, so he curled his lips and shouted: "Forget it, I'll come back in two days."

After saying that, he gently placed five silver coins on the wooden platform at the entrance of the hall, and went down the mountain in the blink of an eye.

While the young Taoist priest was in a daze, Qingyu's voice came from a distance: "Little Taoist priest, my sister invited you to take that silver coin. Remember to ask for the elixir for me."

In any case, Qingyu knew that asking for the elixir might not get around the guy in front of her. It was just money, and the gold coins Xiaohei gave her hadn't been spent yet.

The young Taoist priest looked at the silver coins on the table and murmured to himself: "You should have told me earlier, it's just a magic pill. I'll ask the master for one later."

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Returning to the old man's yard at the foot of the mountain, Qingyu told the two old men about the situation in the Taoist temple.

The old man looked in the direction of the mountains, shook his head and said, "The old Taoist Shenlong has never seen its tail. Even if we go up the mountain on weekdays, it is difficult to see him."

The old woman also said: "That's not true, otherwise the people in the town wouldn't call him a genius."

Qingyu sighed and said, "In that case, I'll go take a look the day after tomorrow."

Entering the room, Xiao Hei leaned against the bed, looked at her and smiled weakly: "Sister Qingyu, why are you doing this?"

Qingyu looked at his appearance, stepped forward, squeezed Xiaohei's hand and explored it quietly.

After thinking for a while, he asked, "Why can't I read your pulse?"

Xiao Hei couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this: "When we return to the Imperial City of Zhou Dynasty, when you see my brother, let him explain it to you."

Xiao Hei also knew that no one in the world except his brother knew what was going on with his body.

Ordinarily, if he and Li Xiuyuan went to the River Styx for thousands of miles, how could he contract any disease in the world?

It's just that Xiaohei himself is also a mad man, and he may have forgotten all about the scene from that year.

That night, Qingyu cooked a bowl of herbs bought by the old man from the town for Xiaohei. Xiaohei lay down early to rest after eating.

Qingyu did not go up the mountain the next day, but asked two old people to search for it in the town, and finally bought a wooden wheelchair from a grocery store.

In this way, Xiao Hei can sit on it and bask in the sun when she is away.

When Xiao Hei saw it, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "If my brother saw Xiao Hei's appearance, I would probably laugh to death."

Qingyu smiled lightly and said, "Before your legs are healed, you may not be able to live without them."

The old woman looked at Xiao Hei's pale face and said lovingly: "These are the two children from a wealthy family in town who broke their legs. They found two custom-made ones from Xifen City."

When Qingyu heard this, she patted Xiao Hei's hand and said seriously: "This is God's will. I'm afraid you won't find such a treasure elsewhere."

Xiao Hei didn't say anything, thinking that this was probably the only way he could do it until he saw his brother.

After a night of silence, Qingyu went back to her house to rest early, just because she thought she would have to go to the mountain to ask for medicine tomorrow.

The old man bought the herbs from the town and only took them for an hour. After a while, Xiao Hei would have a fever again.

The next day was Qingming Festival, and the mountains were still shrouded in mist of spring fog, which was so thick that it seemed impossible to break away.

However, there were more villagers going up the mountain today, some to pray for blessings, and some to offer incense to their deceased relatives.

An oil-paper umbrella opened up a world, and it was already noon when Qingyu stood in front of the Sanqing Hall again.

"Little Taoist priest, I'm here again!"

From a distance, Qingyu followed the young Taoist priest who came out from behind the hall and asked, "Excuse me, is your master back?"

The young Taoist priest looked at her and shook his head. He smiled bitterly and said, "I also want him to come back early. You haven't seen so many people in the past two days. The villagers down the mountain have almost bought up all the peace charms written by the master."

Qingyu couldn't help but frowned when he heard this, looked at him and said, "Isn't your master hiding from me on purpose? I've been here twice. Don't you know it's tiring to climb this mountain?"

The young Taoist priest shook his head, pointed at the men and women offering incense in the main hall and said, "If you don't believe it, you can ask them and see how many times they go up the mountain before meeting my master."

Qingyu had no choice but to yell: "Forget it, I will bring a jar of good wine next time. I don't believe that he would refuse even the wine."

The young Taoist priest couldn't help laughing when he heard this. He looked at Qingyu and replied: "Master really likes drinking. Next time you might as well go to the town and buy two jars of good wine and go up the mountain to try it."

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Another day passed, and for the third time, Qingyu did not wait for the old Taoist priest who had returned from collecting medicine, so she left a jar of shochu for the young Taoist priest in the Taoist temple.

The fourth time, Qingyu did not wait for the old Taoist priest.

The fifth time...

After seven days of climbing Qingniu Mountain, Qingyu went out a little early this time, and it wasn't even hour before he arrived outside the mountain gate.

Watching a thin old man standing in the square in front of the hall and boxing from a distance, Qingyu couldn't help but smile secretly at the old man's appearance: "Let me see where you are going this time."

He sat quietly on the stone bench on the edge of the square and waited for half an hour. It was not until the old man finished his work that Qingyu, who held his chin, shouted: "Good boxing!"

In fact, she didn't know how to box. She just wanted to ask the old man for medicine, so she inevitably lowered her voice and lowered her own worth.

The old Taoist priest turned his head, looked at Qingyu and smiled: "You come to the Taoist temple every day with a jar of wine, do you want to worship me as your teacher?"

Qingyu pointed to the wine jar on the stone table, curled her lips and said, "That's not true, old god, do you have a female Taoist priest in your Taoist temple?"

The old Taoist priest sat in front of her and smiled lightly: "There are no female Taoist priests in this Taoist temple, but if you are willing to be my disciple, wouldn't you?"

"It seems that I can't help your disciple."

Qingyu shook her head, looked at the old Taoist priest and said with a bitter smile: "My home is far away from here. My sister will probably beat me to death and won't let me become a Taoist priest."

What a joke, if the Queen knew that she was becoming a monk here, she would have to send an army to demolish this Taoist temple one day. She would not dare to stay here forever.

Not to mention the Taoist temple in front of her, she didn't even want to stay in the imperial city of Northern Qi.

I just wanted to cure Xiao Hei's illness quickly, and then the two of them returned to the imperial city of Northern Qi, picked up the two little guys, and went back to the imperial city of Dazhou together.

In her opinion, how can the golden and silver nests outside be as comfortable as her own little nest?

After thinking about it, Qingyu took out five gold coins and placed them in front of the old Taoist priest.

She said coquettishly: "The little Taoist priest must have told you the reason for my coming. My brother has a fever at the foot of the mountain every day."

The old Taoist priest laughed: "Why can't he climb this mountain if he has a fever?"

Qingyu's face changed, and she replied quietly: "He has trouble with his legs. Is this reasonable enough?"

The old Taoist priest did not change his expression, but changed his sentence and asked: "Your home is far away, how far away? Tell me and see if you can convince me."

Qingyu sighed and replied helplessly: "If we get on the carriage from the bottom of the mountain, I'm afraid it will take a month to get back to my house. My sister is very fierce."

Qingyu is just too young. If Xiaohei is sure here, he will let her worship the old Taoist priest instead.

In these troubled times, it would be much better to find a good master than Qingyu to stay in the Imperial City of Zhou Dynasty. However, fate is often like this.

When the truth is placed in front of you, people often refuse to believe that it is the truth.

The old Taoist priest smiled lightly: "Is it possible that your hometown is in the imperial city of Zhou Dynasty?"

With a sound of "Buzz!", Qing Yuru was hit with a stick by the old man. She was so frightened that she screamed. She raised her head and looked around. When she confirmed that no one was around, she touched her chest and started shouting.

"The villagers in the town say that you are an old immortal. Do you think the old immortal will be divided into Northern Qi and Da Zhou?"

Qingyu did not admit her identity, but turned a corner and asked the old Taoist priest. After saying this, she took out five gold coins from her purse and placed them in front of the old Taoist priest.

He gritted his teeth and said: "This is all the money I have. You are an old god. Tell me, are you willing to give me a magic pill to save my poor brother?"

Seeing the strange look on the old Taoist priest's face, Qingyu simply poured the remaining few silver coins and copper coins in his purse onto the table.
Chapter completed!