There is an unknown old Taoist at the foot of Daze Mountain.

The old Taoist lives in the Taoist temple on the mountainside on a weekday. He goes down the mountain to purchase some daily necessities every month, and uses herbs picked in the mountains to treat the people at the foot of the mountain.

The old Taoist has no airs on weekdays and never relies on his old age. He always smiles when he sees anyone, so the people at the foot of the mountain are very familiar with him. Compared with Taoist priests, people tend to think that he is a traveling doctor.

Strangely, in the impression of the older generation at the foot of the mountain, there is also such a Taoist who travels to treat diseases. Although it looks completely different from the current one, the method of seeing a doctor is very similar. Some people who are interested in asking the old Taoist if they are a master-apprentice relationship. The old Taoist shook his head to deny it, and then no matter how you ask, he would just laugh without saying a word.

Some people once thought that this nameless old Taoist was a god on the mountain, at least a person in the practice of cultivation, but after getting to know him, they gradually gave up this conjecture. The reason was that this Taoist was too ordinary, and whether it was his way of speaking and doing things or treating people, he was just like an ordinary doctor, and sometimes even slightly worse than that.

For example, Wang Po's grandson in the village had a fever a few days ago, and ordinary people could see that it was just a normal typhoid fever, but the old Taoist was very serious. After the consultation, he collected herbs alone in the mountains for seven days. As a result, when he returned to the village, the middle-aged man saw that his prescription was exactly the same as that of an ordinary doctor. At this time, Wang Po's grandson's typhoid fever had almost been cured, which was really funny.

In the end, Wang Po saw that the old Taoist was working hard, so he forced his grandson to drink a bowl of medicine that the Taoist priest had decocted with himself.

Of course, even if the nameless old Taoist's medical skills are a little worse, the people still like him very much. The reason is very simple. The old Taoist does not need money to treat a doctor.

Early this morning, the old Taoist went down the mountain to practice medicine as usual, but picked up someone on the way back.

It was a man whose body was frustrated and could hardly see his original face. Judging from his figure, he should be just a thirteen or four-year-old child. When the old Taoist found him, he fell at the entrance of the village at the foot of the mountain, facing the place where his face was the main peak of Daze Mountain.

The old Taoist squatted down, looked at the boy's injuries seriously, sighed softly, and did not care about the pus, blood and sores all over his body. He reached out and held him horizontally in his arms and walked towards the Taoist temple on the mountain.

When Gou Yifang woke up, he found himself lying on a simple wooden bed, his dirty and worn clothes had long disappeared, and replaced by a white Taoist robe made of unknown materials. It was extremely silky and even more rare that he was quite fit.

Gou Yifang opened his clothes and found that the abscess on his body had been clear and clean. At this moment, he had scabbed. The unbearable numbness and itch all over his body meant that the remaining poison had been cleared and the new meat was growing.

Outside the house, the sound of "dongdongdongdongdongdongdong" is endless.

If Gou Yifang opened the door, the layout of the yard outside the house was also very simple, and it was not like a Taoist temple, but like a small farmyard that could be seen everywhere in the village of Dazhou.

There is a three-meter-square green pond on the left side of the courtyard. A few goldfish are swimming weakly in it. It seems ordinary, but with Gou Yifang's eyes, he can't see how deep this small pond is.

As for the right side of the yard, a big black and yellow orange cat was lying lazily in the corner, with a thin red silk thread tied around its neck, and the other end of the silk thread was randomly tied to the fence of the yard. For some reason, Gou Yifang always felt that the orange cat looked at him with a little sarcastic look.

Gou Yifang did not go to see the backyard, but from the crows coming from time to time, we can tell that the backyard should be filled with some birds such as chickens and ducks.

In the middle of the yard, an unknown and white-bearded Taoist was pulping medicine, with a leisurely and focused expression. When he heard Gou Yifang open the door, he turned around and smiled at him, saying, "It's all small injuries, it's not a big deal. You can recover if you lie in my temple for another three days. Then follow this road down the mountain. The road leading out of the mountain in the southeast is easier to walk, and there are no poisonous snakes and beasts."

The old Taoist kept pounding medicine in his hand, using his chin to guide the way for Gu to use prescriptions.

Gou Yifang was silent for a while and did not speak.

"What? I still want to stay here with the old Taoist to eat and drink?" Wuming's old Taoist smiled while pounding medicine. "The mountains are lonely, you teenagers can't stay there."

Gou Yi walked forward with a few eyes, knelt down fiercely at the old Taoist with a firm and pious expression, and then kowtowed heavily, saying, "Boy Gou Yifang, Panlong Town, please accept me as your disciple and pass on my secret technique of Daze Mountain!"

The old Taoist said nothing for a while, then slowly said, "Young man, are you a practitioner? I believe you can also see that the old Taoist has no soul on his body and has never practiced at all, so how can he teach you?"

"Although the boy is dull, he also knows that no ordinary person can build a temple here on this Daze Mountain?" Gou Yifang did not look up and continued in a kneeling and knocking posture, "What's more, the Taoist priest solved the blood curse that the old thief Ding Yuan added to me without any effort! If you are not a god, then there will be no gods in Daze Mountain."

After a long period of silence, the old Taoist Wuming asked, "You have traveled thousands of miles to come here to become a disciple. Where do you think you are from?"

"Just seek the art of subduing dragons and tigers! Promote the reputation of my Daze lineage! Kill all the people in the world who are contemptuous of me!" Gou Yifang replied loudly.

When Wuming heard this, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He didn't even look at Gou Yifang, and turned back to the room. The door of the Taoist temple closed with a slam.

The orange cat cried out, as if he was ridiculing himself as if he was overestimating his abilities, but still knelt down and kowtowed.

This kneeling lasted for fourteen days.

During the fourteen days, if the drip of water had not entered, the bones could be seen on the knees and the scabbed areas of the body were all cracked because of the long-term bent and kowtow. The blood flowed through the Taoist robe and wet the soil under the knees.

On this day, the old Taoist opened the door and carried a medicine box on his back. He was obviously going down the mountain to see the people. Seeing Gou Yifang still kneeling in place, he sighed and shook his head slightly, and asked, "Gou Yifang, do you know what it means to be a disciple now?"

Gou Yifang didn't think about it and replied loudly: "Just seek the art of subduing dragons and subduing tigers! Promote the reputation of my Daze lineage! Kill all the people in the world who are contemptuous of me!"

The old Wuming said "Oh" and went down the mountain with no expression on his face. The orange cat screamed even more happily.

If I grit my teeth, I will still not move.

The old Taoist walked for fifteen days. When he returned to the Taoist temple, he saw Gou Yifang still kneeling in place like a statue. The wound that had been re-imposed on the Taoist robe was completely stuck. He was shaking and was about to fall. It was obviously reaching the limit. So he smiled angrily: "You kid is really stubborn. Hey, don't say I won't give you a chance. I'll ask you again. You have been a disciple of thousands of miles and you will always kneel here. Why did you come?"

"For, for..." Gou Yifang hesitated for a while, quickly recovered his firmness, and said hoarsely, "Just seek the art of subduing dragons and subduing tigers! Promote the reputation of my Daze lineage! Kill all the people in the world who are contemptuous of me!"

The old Taoist's face suddenly became gloomy. He threw down the medicine box and slammed the door and entered the house.

That night was the traditional Fengqing Festival of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It was snowing heavily on Daze Mountain. Gou Yifang was wearing a single robe outside the door. At this time, he knelt down for a month, and his true energy was exhausted and his knee bones were frozen with the ground. If he didn't get up, he might be ruined. Looking at his body, there was almost no good meat everywhere, and even if he got up and left now and saved his legs, it was a big deal to save his life.

Just when Gou Yifang felt that his life would end tonight, the gate of the Taoist temple suddenly opened! The nameless old Taoist walked out of the inside with his eyes, looked directly at Gou Yifang, and shouted loudly: "Gu Yifang! You have come here to become a disciple for thousands of miles, where do you think you are from?"

"Just seek the art of subduing dragons and tigers! Promote the reputation of my Daze lineage! Kill all the people in the world who are contemptuous of me!" Gou Yifang used up the last trace of breath in hissing.

The nameless old Taoist laughed loudly from the Taoist temple.

On Daze Mountain, the snow clears for a moment.
Chapter completed!