It was also raining in the capital of the Kingdom of Qi.
The chilly rain drenched the ginkgo trees by the street and the clothes of the passersby. The ginkgo trees were still a long way from their most beautiful moment. There were not many tourists in the capital, so the streets in the rain were naturally a little lonely. Occasionally, coolies could be seen pulling carts in the rain. Their faces were full of wrinkles and numbness. It was hard to find the vitality of the Tangs.
After the murder a few years ago, the lineage of the Dragon Tiger Mountain was lost. The investigation was naturally stopped when Long Qing returned to Haotian Taoism. The West-Hill Divine Palace was increasingly respected in the Kingdom of Qi. Taoist temples were built everywhere, and the people's faith in Haotian grew. However, it was obvious that the people's lives were getting worse.
The Taoist temple of the West-Hill Divine Palace was located in the north of the capital. The surface of the temple was painted with white powder and inlaid with countless gems. The eaves and rain paths were painted with gold powder. It looked extremely luxurious and solemn. However, the spring rain today was really heavy. The gems were extremely bright, but the temple itself looked a little cold.
The deacons of the temple were unwilling to stand guard outside the temple in the rain. They had already hidden behind the door and were enjoying good wine and food under the cover of the rain so that they would not be seen by the believers.
At this moment, the clear sound of hooves could be heard in the rain. A deacon opened the peephole on the door and looked out. He saw a handsome black horse breaking through the rain, dragging a very ordinary carriage behind it.
The carriage stopped outside the temple.
In the carriage, Ning Que looked at Sangsang and said, "It's easy to catch a cold in the rain. Let's rest here. We left some medicine here last time. I don't know if it will work."
No matter how cold the rain was, how could Haotian catch a cold? His words seemed a little absurd. But in fact, Sangsang's face was a little pale and she looked a little tired.
Sangsang had caught a cold after strolling in the Lanke Temple in the rain.
It was hard to understand. Ning Que sensed her body and found nothing wrong. The Divine Power in her body did not decrease, but she had caught a cold.
Only humans would catch a cold and die of illness.
Sangsang did not feel particularly uncomfortable. She was not as sick and coughing blood as she did during the journey. She just felt a little dizzy and a little tired. She was not interested in doing anything.
Ning Que did not take it seriously at first. But later, he found that even her interest in food had decreased. He then realized that there was a big problem and became nervous.
He found monk Guan Hai.
Monk Guan Hai was also very nervous. He immediately informed the two former eminent monks whom Ning Que had met in the Third Bureau of Wa Mountain. They gathered all the monks in the temple and began to treat Sangsang.
Master Qishan was famous for his medical skills, and the Lanke Temple had inherited his skills. Naturally, they were many times better than the quacks in the world. Treating Haotian was undoubtedly the greatest glory of the Lanke Temple.
Monk Guan Hai was helpless. He had no choice but to follow Sangsang's intuition. He guessed that she had probably caught a cold because the spring rain had soaked her green shirt.
Ning Que found it unbelievable that Haotian would catch a cold, but he had no other choice but to decoct the medicine according to the prescription of the monks in the temple, hoping that Sangsang would recover after one night.
After leaving the Lanke Temple, Sangsang's health did not improve and she felt tired. After Ning Que bought a carriage, she felt sleepy sitting in it every day.
In fact, apart from being in low spirits, Sangsang didn't have many other symptoms, and she didn't seem to be in any pain. If others saw her, they would probably think that she was sleepy.
However, Ning Que was very nervous because he knew that she would not feel sleepy in spring, let alone catch a cold. Her tiredness reminded him of that autumn when he brought her to the Lanke Temple for treatment. This made him very uneasy.
Passing through the capital of the Kingdom of Qi, Sangsang became more and more tired. He remembered that he had left some rare herbs in the Taoist Temple here, so he decided to rest here for a night. Moreover, he planned to bring Sangsang here to reminisce about the past and to persuade her.
The doors of the Taoist temple were tightly shut in the rain. Some believers who came to seek medical help knelt on the stone steps in front of the temple and kowtowed devoutly. They were all soaked and looked particularly pitiful.
Looking at this scene, Ning Que felt very bad.
He did not sympathize with those believers, but he was a little unhappy with the people in the Taoist temple.
Logically speaking, no matter how Taoism declined, it had nothing to do with him.
But interestingly, he felt that since Haotian was his woman, Taoism should be his property. He could cause trouble, but how could those guys cause trouble for themselves?
Walking to the front of the temple, he knocked on the door. His knuckles were a little pale. He silently counted in his heart. If no one opened the door after three knocks, he would kick the door open.
With a creak, the door of the temple opened slowly. A hunchbacked middle-aged man walked out. Without looking up, he asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "What's the matter?"
Ning Que looked at the middle-aged man and felt a little strange. He was wearing a priest's robe that represented his noble status, but he gave people the feeling that he was an extremely inconspicuous odd-job worker.
He asked, "Why didn't anyone receive the believers who came to seek medical help?"
The middle-aged priest sighed and was about to say something when several extremely arrogant voices came from behind him. What followed the voices was the rich aroma of wine and meat.
"You damned cripple, I told you not to open the door. Are you blind?"
"Hurry up and close the door!"
"Do you still think it's like before? Old Chen Cun is already dead! Who will protect you now? "
Looking down, Ning Que found that the middle-aged priest's legs were a little inconvenient.
He knew who the old Chen Cun in the Taoist temple was.
Chen Cun was a very senior red-robed priest in the Divine Hall of Light. He was pushed out of the Peach Mountain and was in charge of the Taoist temple in the Kingdom of Qi. That autumn, Ning Que and Sangsang had met him in this temple.
Then, in another autumn, Ning Que and Sangsang were trapped in Chaoyang City of the Yuelun Kingdom and chased by the whole world. Three red-robed priests self-destructed with the Divine Skill of Light to help them escape.
On the field outside Chaoyang City, a burning carriage appeared. That was the scene of the last old red-robed priest self-destructing with the Divine Skill. That person was Chen Cun.
Ning Que also remembered who this middle-aged priest was.
He said, "Lift up your head."
The middle-aged priest raised his head and looked at Ning Que's face. He felt that Ning Que looked a little familiar. His eyes were a little confused, and then suddenly brightened because he recognized who Ning Que was.
And also because tears began to flow out of his eyes.
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(I went out to eat and drink with friends. I am a little tipsy. This chapter is 2,000 words long.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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