During the Song and Yuan Dynasties, the central county seat where the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum was located was located to the north of the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum, while the later Huangling County seat was to the south of the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum.
Entering the village, Daofa looked around and sighed: "I haven't been here for more than thirty years. This hot spring village is very different."
Yuan Ji said: "Master, it's getting late. Why don't we rest here tonight and go back to the mountain early tomorrow morning?"
"Sir, what day is it in September today?"
"Sir, September 28th,"
"Twenty-eight, tomorrow will be twenty-nine, okay, let's rest here tonight,"
Although the hot spring village is not big, it is the only way to the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum from the south. Since it is far away from the central county, in order to facilitate the people who pass by to worship the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum, an inn is also opened in the village. This nameless inn It looks very old, and the furnishings in the room are also very simple, but it is still clean.
The waiter was a young man in his twenties, and he was very agile. He quickly booked us five rooms on the second floor. After completing the formalities, the waiter smiled and said: "Dear guests, there are only five rooms on the second floor. , just enough for you, if you need to have dinner, our shop is famous for its steamed buns, if necessary, I will arrange it for you,"
Yuan Ji looked at me, nodded and said: "Okay,"
The waiter said politely: "Everyone, please come downstairs."
Except for Lin Ying who was taking care of Fang Ling in the house, the eight of us sat around a big table. Yuan Ji ordered a plate of mutton steamed buns for each of us, a few more vegetables, and a pot of the inn's own brew. of rice wine.
It was already past midnight (eight o'clock in the evening), and we were the only people at the table in the store, which seemed very quiet. While we were eating, we listened to Yuan Ji talking about the customs and anecdotes of this area.
I don't know when it started, but it suddenly started raining heavily outside. In the north at the end of September, the climate was already very cold. Seeing that it was getting late and it was raining again, the waiter was ready to close the door of the inn.
"Store, wait a moment,"
The waiter said to himself: "There are still customers at this late hour."
Immediately, an old man dressed in black came in from outside the house. After entering the house, the old man in black took off his hat and looked at the group of us. When his eyes fell on Daofa, he paused slightly. , then he sat at the table next to us minding his own business.
By the weak candlelight, I saw that this old man was about seventy years old, with wrinkles on his face, but he was in good spirits.
The old man in black said: "Boy, please, please bring me a bowl of plain steamed buns."
I ate a piece of mutton and happened to see the Taoist master opposite me looking at the old man in surprise.
Daofa turned his chopsticks over, dipped them in some tea, and wrote on the table: That old man looks very much like Jiya, the miracle doctor back then.
Fang Chenyi suddenly became excited and looked at me hurriedly. I knew what he meant was to ask me what I should do. We haven't seen him for more than thirty years, so his appearance has changed a lot. Of course, it may be unrecognizable.
I also used chopsticks to write: Confirm.
Daofa nodded, walked to sit opposite the old man, cupped his hands and said: "Old man, may I ask you,,,,,,"
"You are Mr. Zhang Erfa," the old man exclaimed.
"Exactly, you are,"
I know that the Taoist master’s lay name is Zhang Erfa, and his elder brother Zhang Tianshi is named Zhang Dake. Many people have heard of Zhang Tianshi’s real name, but very few people know the real name of Taoist master.
The old man laughed loudly: "It has been more than thirty years. I never thought that we two old guys could still be alive to meet each other here. We are really destined to come thousands of miles to meet each other. It seems that the old man Huang Di has appeared. If I hadn't heard I really don’t recognize your voice,”
Daofa has also fully confirmed at this time: "Miracle Doctor Jiya, you are always well,"
"Okay, you're doing well, Mr. Zhang. I haven't seen you for so many years and you are still in good health. I guess you are doing well too,"
"I'm fine too. By the way, Miracle Doctor Jiya, why are you here?"
Jiya smiled and said: "When people get old, they want to visit their old places. What about you, Mr. Zhang?"
"Miracle Doctor Jiya, I'll tell you the truth, I came here to ask the Yellow Emperor to appear and save my young lady."
"Why, your lady is sick,"
"Miracle Doctor Jiya, I originally wanted to find you, but I don't know where you are at all, so I can only try my luck here."
Jiya asked: "Mr. Zhang, I don't know what kind of disease your young lady has."
Daofa frowned and said, "Oh, Miracle Doctor Jiya, judging from my young lady's symptoms, she is a living dead."
"Living dead," Jiya seemed to be interested and said hurriedly, "Mr. Zhang, can you let me take a look?"
Daofa looked at me, saw me chin up slightly, and said: "Why not, miracle doctor, please,"
Yuan Ji, Fang Chenyi, Zhang Quanyi, Tian Xiuyan and I followed Jiya and Daofa into Fang Ling's house.
Ji Yalai stood in front of Fang Ling's bed, looked at Fang Ling's face carefully, then reached out to take his pulse, and said while taking it: "The breath in the body is peaceful, and there seem to be several powerful forces protecting it. The five internal organs and six lungs are running normally. By the way, Mr. Zhang, you have been giving ginseng to patients for more than a thousand years,"
Daofa replied: "Yes,"
Jiya nodded, opened Fang Ling's eyelids, looked at it briefly and said: "This ginseng is indeed the best of the best. It is more than a thousand years old. However, the muscles and veins in the patient's head are basically blocked. Only extremely weak channels can barely support the patient's lowest life functions such as breathing, excretion and secretion."
"Miracle doctor, can you cure me?"
"Mr. Zhang, judging from this girl's symptoms, she is indeed a living dead, and her symptoms are extremely serious." After saying that, Jiya gently raised Fang Ling's head and massaged the Fengfu and Yamen on the back of her head. Two acupoints, and then continued, "Mr. Zhang, I have also studied the treatment of the living dead, but I only have a few experiences. By stimulating the Du Vein acupoint on the neck, combined with other body acupoints, we may be able to achieve certain results. The effect, but I don’t have any cured cases,”
Fang Chen said: "Please also ask for the help of Miracle Doctor Jiya. We are willing to pay no matter how high the price is."
Jiya smiled: "This gentleman, as a good doctor, will do his best to study all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases, but it is true that the disease of the living dead is too difficult to treat. With all due respect, no one in the world can cure it. I am no exception,”
Fang Chenyi said disappointedly: "Miracle Doctor Jiya, you are well-informed, can you give me a clear path?"
Jiya thought for a while and said: "There is a way to try, but, hey, forget it, just don't say it,"
Daofa said: "Old friend Jiya, for the sake of our friendship of more than thirty years, let's talk about it."
"Okay," Jiya said, "Mr. Zhang, you should know Hua Yipin, another doctor who was as famous as me more than thirty years ago, right?"
"Well, I know that back then you two were both known as the two great miraculous doctors of Han and Mongolia,"
"Although Hua Yipin and I have the same name, our respective fields of expertise are slightly different. If Hua Yipin can be found, we can join forces and give it a try. However, Hua Yipin has been missing for almost thirty years. His life and death are uncertain and he is nowhere to be found. It’s easy to find,”
"Hua Yipin," Fang Chenyi blurted out, his eyes moving to my face inadvertently.
Daofa hurriedly said: "Miracle Doctor Jiya, it's getting late. You should go to bed early. We will discuss it tomorrow."
"Okay, then I'll take my leave first,"
After Jiya left, Yuan Ji whispered: "Sir, you make up your mind on this matter."
"Master Taoist, you and Jiya have known each other thirty years ago. Is this miracle doctor Jiya proficient in martial arts?"
Daofa replied: "I can't tell."
Yuan Ji then explained: "Master, with our cultivation level, unless Jiya's skill is equal to ours or better than ours, and she deliberately conceals it, we should be able to tell,"
I thought for a while and said: "If there is a problem with Jiya, it is very likely that the road to the Valley of the Kings will be revealed."
Fang Chen said differently: "Master Huyan, there is no need to worry. Fang thinks that the worst case scenario is to leave Jiya in the valley."
Yuan Ji smiled and said: "Young master, don't worry about this. In front of the gate of the Valley of the Emperors is a nine-turn strange gate formation left by Emperor Xuanyuan. Except for the people in the valley, even if outsiders know the location of the Valley of the Emperors, they cannot break it and cannot enter. of,"
"Well, early tomorrow morning, we will ask Miracle Doctor Jiya to accompany us into the valley."
"Yes, Young Master," Yuan Ji said, "Although this place is not far from the Valley of the Kings, in order to avoid mistakes, the three of us will take turns keeping watch tonight."
Daofa and Fang Chen said in unison: "No problem,"
Since entering the Mongolian territory, these three masters have been taking turns keeping watch at night to ensure that we can sleep peacefully. Although I was worried about Fang Ling, the hard work in the past few days made me fall asleep quickly.
"Sir, come with me," I heard Yuan Ji say in my sleep.
Yuan Ji, dressed in black, took me quickly away from the Wuming Inn. At some point, the heavy rain stopped, the stars were shining in the sky, and it was exceptionally clear. Not long after, we came to an ancient ruins.
Under the weak starlight, we can vaguely see the remains of weeds and ruins everywhere. There is an arched building in the middle of the ruins, which is particularly conspicuous. At first glance, I think it is quite similar to the shape of Shaodi's Mausoleum, but it is much larger.
Yuan Ji came to the arched building, opened a stone door in the middle and said, "Sir, there is a gentleman inside who wants to see you."
Without thinking, I walked into the stone gate alone. Yuan Ji did not follow me inside. "Could this be the door to travel through," I thought.
"Huyan Donghai, we meet again," it was dark inside, but an old voice came from the darkness. I heard it immediately. The voice in the darkness came from the old man in black in front of the Young Emperor's Mausoleum.
"You are the guardian,"
The old voice sounded again: "I am just the leader chosen by the guardian, who can also be called the saint, Huyan Donghai. You came here so quickly, which is beyond my expectation."
"Saint, am I not also called a saint by the great wizard of the Miao family?"
I just thought so in my heart and didn't say it out loud, but the old man in the darkness seemed to have heard my thoughts and said, "Not bad."
"I came here this time because of Ling'er's matter, and I asked Mr. Saint to give me some directions."
This time, there was no sound in the darkness. I was about to ask again when I felt a light suddenly appear behind me. I turned around and saw Jiya walking towards me holding a torch.