Gold bottles of wine cost ten thousand coins, and jade dishes cost ten thousand coins.
Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss.
If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.
I was fishing on the Bixi River in my spare time, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming of the sun.
The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult, and the roads are many and varied. Where can I stay now?
There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea.
——Li Bai's "The Journey Is Difficult"
According to the rules of the Qingcheng sect, expelling the disciples from the mountain for one year is not to drive the disciples down the mountain and leave them alone, but to incorporate the punished disciples into Qingcheng's free clinic team in other places. Through going out for free clinics, they can accumulate merits and reflect on their own mistakes, thereby achieving punishment and punishment.
The purpose of paying equal attention to culture and education.
Bai Fu was assigned to the Third Free Clinic Team, which was currently conducting a free clinic in Chengdu. The team leader was Bai Fu's senior brother Ding Shujian.
Bai Fu was so lonely and angry that he went on the road alone without waiting for the baggage team to go to Chengdu.
On this day, the sky was blue and waiting for misty rain. The old man who was staying with someone advised Bai Fu not to go on the road as the heavy rain was coming. Bai Fu smiled sadly, thanked his father and continued on the road. After walking for about ten miles, the heavy rain came as expected. At this time,
Bai Fuzheng was walking to the riverside. He put on his bamboo hat and raincoat and stood quietly in the rain, staring at the river.
The water takes advantage of the rain, and the Fujiang River roars and surges, carrying the huge trees and debris washed down from the upper reaches, with a ferocious look on its face, and tumbling wantonly. Bai Fu is full of grievances, just like the river...
Friends betrayed, teachers framed, classmates laughed at, and even the master, who was as close as his father, wronged himself. The world is so big, where can I go back? The road is difficult, the road is difficult, and there are many branches, where do you live now?
If I throw myself into the water now, Master will believe that I have been falsely accused. If I die to protest my injustice, Master will know my humiliation. When he thinks of me this time next year, will he feel sorry for me?
The thought of death was unstoppable and lingering for the rest of his life. Bai Fu was emotionally agitated, his shoulders were trembling, his eyes were filled with tears, and he walked step by step into the water...
When the water reached his chest, he saw a monk in rags appearing on the other side of the river. He seemed to be drunk, dancing and talking eloquently. The drunk monk did not know the danger and stumbled into the river, holding a big vermilion wine gourd.
Floating on the river.
After the drunken monk fell into the river, he woke up more than half before he realized he was afraid and shouted for help.
At this time, the river was very windy and rough, the horses were galloping like thousands of horses, and the thunder was thundering. If you were not careful, you would not be able to save people, but you would lose your life.
At this time, Bai Fu only wanted to die quickly and had no fear. He stretched out his arms, calculated the speed of the current, and floated down the river. He grabbed the drunk monk, stepped on the water with his legs, and dragged him to the shallows downstream, where he was in a very embarrassed state.
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The monk drank water and passed out. Apart from his dirty clothes, the monk was covered in leprosy. Pus and blood burst out when touched, and the smell was fishy and disgusting.
Bai Fu was so eager to save people that he ignored the rules of epidemic transmission. He held his breath and quickly removed the mud and debris from the monk's mouth and nose. Bai Fu knelt on the ground with his right leg, flexed his left leg, and placed the monk's abdomen horizontally on his left knee.
, causing the monk's head to droop. Put your palms against the monk's back, exert force in the Dantian, and inject a stream of Xuanmen Qi into the monk's body. When the Qi enters the body, the monk begins to breathe, and then he vomits loudly, all the water in his abdominal cavity.
After rescuing him in accordance with the law, within one stick of incense, the monk's complexion began to turn rosy and his breathing returned to normal. Bai Fu felt relieved and laid the monk down on his back.
The monk woke up, beat his chest and stamped his feet, crazy and unruly. Instead of being grateful, he pointed at Bai Fu and cursed: "Shu Zi, I am the god of this river. Today the rain god is sending wine, what are you doing here? Could it be that you want to make medicinal materials for making wine? Don't do that."
Damn my good wine! There are people waiting for you, please get out of here!"
Bai Fu secretly cursed his bad luck and met a crazy monk when he was seeking death. He ignored him, turned around and left, and continued to throw himself into the river. But strangely enough, as soon as he was interrupted by the crazy monk, his desire to die disappeared without a trace.