Chapter 191: Daddy

After walking about five hundred meters, Master Wuchen took Zhang Haotian to a cliff, pointing to a large clump of plants with gray-white hairs in the upper part but square-column at the lower part and said: "Old donor, this herb is called blood-cutting, also known as lantern grass, mountain aquamarine, and Yinfenghuang. It is miraculous to chew and apply it to the wound. It is very effective to stop bleeding."

When Zhang Haotian saw that the grass was on the edge of the cliff, Master Wuchen was inconvenient, so he naturally would not let him go, so he said, "Master Wuchen, sit and rest, I'll pick some."

As he said that, he put down Zhuo Aoshuang, walked carefully to the edge of the cliff, picked a large handful of blood flow before returning, and took it to Master Wuchen and said, "Master, do you see this is enough."

Master Wuchen looked at it, nodded, and then said, "Old donor, please go and apply it to Aoshuang."

Without thinking too much, Zhang Haotian agreed, leaving some blood cut for him, and squatted down with the rest.

However, when he saw Zhuo Aoshuang with a pale face and her beautiful eyes closed, he remembered that her gunshot wound was on the side of her chest. He wanted to apply medicine. It would not work if he didn't untie her clothes. He immediately stood up and said to Master Wuchen: "No, no, if you want to apply medicine to Miss Zhuo, you must... Just do it, Master, you should do it."

Master Wuchen naturally understood his concerns and said, "Amitabha, old donor, I am a monk, and it is even more unsuitable for this. People like you are open-minded and should save people, and there is no need to stick to the old rules."

Zhang Haotian originally wanted to say, "Did you monks often say that color is emptiness, emptiness is color. Is there no difference between beauty and skeletons? It means that applying medicine to girls is no different from helping skeletons. Why do you ask me to do this?"

However, he did not speak out in his mouth. Master Wuchen said something right, saving people is important, but he thought too much, but instead he was like the Buddhist saying that it was attached to appearance.

He squatted down again to see how to untie Zhuo Aoshuang's clothes. Obviously, Zhuo Aoshuang was a beauty-loving girl, and she didn't expect to fight with the enemy in the temple, so she wore a black long dress. This long dress had no zipper and was worn from the beginning. In other words, there were only two ways to expose the wound on the girl's chest. One was to tear the upper part of her long skirt in half, and the other way was to take off her whole long skirt, but in this way, the spring light on her lower body would be leaked in front of her.

Zhang Haotian hesitated immediately and glanced at Master Wuchen, but saw that his back was facing him and he was also applying medicine to the injured leg with the blood-cut.

He also had to take Zhuo Aoshuang down the mountain, so it was naturally impossible to tear her clothes, so he had the only choice left. Zhang Haotian was too lazy to think too much, so he reached out and slowly took off Zhuo Aoshuang's skirt from his feet to his head.

It was only two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was in full swing. When Zhang Haotian saw Zhuo Aoshuang clearly, he almost suffocated.

Zhang Haotian only glanced at him and spit out the chewed herbs in his right palm, then wiped the wound on the upper side of Zhuo Aoshuang's left breast.

Although he tried to avoid contacting girls' precious places as much as possible, the soft and elastic feeling still came from his palm. Zhang Haotian controlled himself not to think about it. He chewed three mouthfuls of herbs in his mouth and applied a thick layer to Zhuo Aoshuang's wound. Seeing that Master Wuchen had torn the monk's robe into long strips, it was obviously prepared for him, he took a few, and tightly wrapped Zhuo Aoshuang's breasts horizontally, allowing the blood to flow against her wound, and then put the long skirt on her again.

After everything was done, seeing that Master Wuchen was still carrying his body on his back, he said, "Master Wuchen, Miss Zhuo's injuries have been cured, let's go."

Master Wuchen turned around and looked at him, then stood up and said, "Old donor, thank you, please carry Aoshuang."

Zhang Haotian agreed and carried Zhuo Aoshuang on his back, glanced at Master Wuchen, thinking that his other eight junior brothers were afraid that none of them would be spared from the breakout, and only one owl was left in the "Nine Owls of Northeast China" from then on. He couldn't help but sigh and said, "Master Wuchen, in today's battle, the masters in the temple died. I hope you don't be too sad."

I knew that when Master Wuchen heard Zhang Haotian's words, he showed a faint smile on his face. He looked at the western sky, closed his eyes and closed his mind and recited something silently. Then he opened his eyes and said, "Sad? Old donor, you are wrong. My eight junior brothers did not die, but were liberated from the flesh. Their souls have already arrived in the Pure Land. I should be pleased for them."

Hearing Master Wuchen say this, Zhang Haotian admired this Buddhist transcendence, nodded, and followed him down the mountain.

Worried that the enemy would chase after him from the bottom of the mountain to intercept him, Master Wuchen took Zhang Haotian and tried his best to avoid the mountain path and walk through the weeds in the woods. After an hour, he arrived at the foot of the mountain and saw a village seven or eight hundred meters away from the distance.

But Master Wuchen did not take him through the village, but walked about a kilometer to the right and saw an independent courtyard. Before he could get close, he heard countless barkings of dogs, one after another, very noisy.

Seeing Zhang Haotian's face a little surprised, Master Wuchen said, "The male owner of this family is called Zhuang Chong. He helps the businessmen in the city feed dogs. Both the couple are honest people and often come to the temple to worship Buddha. They are lay disciples whom I have named. It will be safer for us to settle here."

Zhang Haotian also knew that the members of the three gangs of Beixiong Gang, Feiying Gang, and Jinyang Gang would inevitably chase after them and search. However, if such a big thing happened, gunshots kept firing on the mountain. The police should have received notifications from villagers. The people of these gangs did not dare to be too arrogant. They would evacuate before a large number of policemen arrived at the nearby villages to investigate. Now, it is indeed the best choice at present.

While speaking, Master Wuchen went to knock on the gate of the courtyard. After a while, the gate opened and a man in his fifties, who was a little short but very thick, walked out. When he saw Master Wuchen with blood on his body, he suddenly arrived here, followed by an old man with a silver-haired girl on his back, he looked surprised.

This man was naturally what Master Wuchen said about the male master was solemn. When he saw him, Master Wuchen went to tell him that he was looted by evil men in the temple, and all the monks such as Wu Gan were killed. A female donor who went to the temple to play was also shot. The evil men were powerful and had not yet evacuated, so he could only stay here for a while.

Seeing this, Zhang Haotian sighed in his heart. Master Wuchen has been practicing Buddhism for decades and is considered a first-class monk. However, when he thought about the grace of the Year of the Tiger, he could not reach the point of being free from worries and selfless without dust. Among the Buddhist precepts, he not only violated the precept of killing, but also violated the precept of lies. It can be seen that it is really difficult for a person to truly be free from dust and become a Buddha.

The man was shocked when he heard Master Wuchen's words. He quickly called his wife to clean up the bedding, let Master Wuchen and Zhang Haotian go in, and immediately closed the door.

The yard is extremely large, with four or five hundred square meters, surrounded by iron cages, with some dogs, pet dogs, hunting dogs, and even a few Tibetan mastiffs. On the right side, there are seven or eight houses.

My solemn wife is a rural woman in her forties. She was feeding dogs. When she heard her husband's shouting, she also saw Zhuo Aoshuang who was unconscious behind Zhang Haotian. Although she didn't know what happened, she didn't dare to delay. She quickly agreed and entered the house in the middle of the row of houses. Naturally, she went to clean up the bed.

Without waiting for her to come out, Zhang Haotian walked in with Zhuo Aoshuang on his back, but saw a big pit inside, with a mat on it, and his solemn wife was taking down some of the miscellaneous items piled on the bed, which should be a guest room.

Seeing that she was almost done, Zhang Haotian immediately put Zhuo Aoshuang on, lay down flat, then stuffed a pillow on her head, and asked her solemn wife to take a thin quilt to cover her, and then walked out of the house.

When I arrived in the yard, I saw that the solemn three Tibetan mastiffs had already been released, running happily in the yard and screaming wildly, so I was naturally guarding against the three gangs chasing me here.

Zhang Haotian was worried about something, so he walked to Master Wuchen and said, "Master, the blood from Miss Zhuo's wound seems to have stopped, but she was shot. If she didn't treat it in time, she was afraid that she would still be in danger of her life."

Master Wuchen nodded and said, "Yes, the bullet on Aoshuang's body must be taken out, but if sent to the hospital, such gunshot wounds will be very troublesome. It seems that we can only get the bullet ourselves."

Zhang Haotian also knew that Zhuo Aoshuang had killed Mad Niu and Qiu Er and others, and had several murders on his back. The police asked him so much that it was inconvenient, so he said, "Is it okay to get the bullet yourself?"

Master Wuchen nodded with certainty and said, "Of course, my junior brothers and I were gunshot wounds in the past, and they were all treated by ourselves. Zhuangjin, there are some injections and drugs to prevent being bitten by dogs and stop bleeding and anti-inflammatory. The conditions are very good, so you can get the bullet yourself. I believe Aoshuang can survive."

Zhang Haotian knew that Master Wuchen had rich experience in these things, so he hurriedly said, "Okay, Master Wuchen, it's not too late, so please get the bullet for Miss Zhuo."

Wuchen said "yes" and ordered the monkey to prepare boiled water, gauze, anti-inflammatory and bleeding injections and drugs.

Twenty minutes later, the preparations for the bullets were done, and then they were taken to the room where Zhuo Aoshuang was. Zhuo Aoshuang had woken up, his face was pale, and he knew that he wanted to take out the bullets for him, and there was no anesthetic, and there was no fear on his face.

The Zhuangzhong couple had already walked out. In addition to Zhuo Aoshuang, there were only Master Zhang Haotian and Master Wuchen in the room.

Zhang Haotian thought that he shouldn't have come by himself this time, so he said, "Master, I'll go outside and leave the bullets to you."

Unexpectedly, Master Wuchen said, "Amitabha, old donor, since it is the medicine you applied to Aoshuang, you should do the trick of getting the bullet."

Zhang Haotian couldn't help but say, "Master, you can't joke about taking bullets. I've never done this before. I'm afraid I'll hurt Miss Zhuo. No, it really won't work this time."

Master Wuchen stared at him and said, "It is not complicated to take the bullet. You just need to use tweezers to find the bullet inside the wound and pinch it out. The most important thing is to calm down. You must never shake your hands or soften your hands. Otherwise, the longer the time goes, the more Ao Shuang will be unable to bear it. Ao Shuang has an old age with me. If I go to take it, my mind will inevitably be affected by witnessing her pain. What's more, Ao Shuang's body is pure and clean. Since you have already wrapped your wounds on her, you should not let others contact you again."

Listening to Master Wuchen's words, Zhuo Aoshuang's face suddenly showed shyness and turned his face to the side.

At this time, Master Wuchen said again: "I have another idea, that is, I don't know what the old donor and Ao Shuang meant?"

Zhang Haotian quickly said, "Master, if you have any ideas, just tell me?"

Master Wuchen said: "It is inappropriate for men and women to connect the skin between the injured parts of Aoshuang, but the old donor is already in his seventies or eighties, so it's nothing. So I'm thinking, it's better to let Aoshuang worship you as his godfather, and it will be more convenient to get along with each other in the future."

When Zhang Haotian heard Master Wuchen's words, he was stunned at first, but immediately thought that it would be a good idea to avoid Zhuo Aoshuang's embarrassment in the future, and he glanced at Master Wuchen's expression and guessed that he was extremely human, so he asked Zhuo Aoshuang to worship his godfather and would naturally take more care of her in the future. But the most critical question is that his white-bearded old man is fake, so how could he accept a girl in his twenties as his daughter? This joke is really a bit big.

Seeing Zhang Haotian pondering silently, Master Wuchen thought he was unwilling to do so, so he said, "Old donor, Ao Shuang has just passed twenty years of this year. I know that your granddaughter is probably more than this old age. Logically, she should call you 'Grandpa'. However, Tiger Master is extremely senior in the world. He is a woman in old age. Ao Shuang's seniority is naturally not low. I hope you can understand."

Zhang Haotian hurriedly said, "Tiger Master has always been someone I admire. There is no problem with whether this generation is of no degree, but..."

Master Wuchen witnessed Zhang Haotian's skills and shooting skills, how could he believe that he had no foundation? He asked Zhuo Aoshuang to be a godfather. In fact, he wanted to avoid Zhuo Aoshuang's embarrassment and let her accept Zhang Haotian's contact with the precious parts of the girl calmly. The most important thing was to let her walk in the world in the future and give her a powerful person to give advice and care. Therefore, when he saw Zhang Haotian, he seemed to be pushing the committee, so he quickly said: "Since the old donor does not dislike the issue of seniority, then this matter is settled."

Speaking of this, he looked at Zhuo Aoshuang and said, "Aoshuang, if you don't object, just call this old donor "Godfather. Look at his figure and demeanor, is it really similar to Master Hu?"

Listening to Master Wuchen's words, Zhuo Aoshuang's face had turned around. Looking at Zhang Haotian, who was tall and mighty, with silver hair and white beard, a trace of admiration suddenly appeared in his eyes. He felt that if he had this title, it would be more convenient for him to pick up the bullets for him. So he nodded and called softly: "Godfather."

After screaming, her beautiful eyes became a little wet, obviously thinking of her own father.

At this moment, Zhang Haotian didn't know how to refuse, so he had to bite the bullet and agree.

Seeing Zhang Haotian agreeing, Master Wuchen's face showed joy and said, "Old donor, now you should tell us your name."

Zhang Haotian accepted such a beautiful daughter, and could tell her real name, and said, "My surname is Zhang, and my name is Qi."

Master Wuchen murmured his name several times, thinking about it and remembering it. He did not expect that a person named Zhang Qi appeared on the Taoist decades ago. He was probably a hermit. He said, "Master Zhang, since your father and daughter have already established their status, then start to pick up bullets for Aoshuang. I will stay outside first. If anything happens, you can call me."

As he said this, he briefly told Zhang Haotian about the steps to remove the bullets and walked out, leaving only Zhang Haotian and Zhuo Aoshuang in the room.

Thinking that this matter would be done as soon as possible, Zhang Haotian picked up a tweezers on the table, walked to the edge of the pit with alcohol and medicine, and said, "Aoshuang, now we start, there is no anesthetic here, you must hold it back."

Zhuo Aoshuang nodded and said, "Godfather, just do it, I can bear it."

To take out the bullet, she naturally had to take off her long skirt. Anyway, she had seen the girl's body, so Zhang Haotian didn't think much about it and started to take action.

Although Zhang Haotian had a white hair and a father-daughter name to him, he was still a man after all. Zhuo Aoshuang was still shy and could not bear it, but he had no choice but to close his beautiful eyes tightly and let him do it. A pale face that was originally pale due to blood loss appeared again, showing an amazing beauty.

Zhang Haotian controlled his mind and did everything calmly. He first took off Zhuo Aoshuang's long skirt, then covered her lower body with a thin quilt, and then untied the cloth belt that wrapped her breasts.

But at this moment, Zhang Haotian had no distracting thoughts in his heart, and his target was the bullet in the wound.

He first disinfected the pointed tweezers with alcohol, then dipped some alcohol with a cotton swab, and first wiped it on Zhuo Aoshuang's gunshot wound.

When the alcohol touched Zhuo Aoshuang's delicate skin, her body suddenly trembled.

Zhang Haotian knew that she was in pain, but the pain was still behind her, so he rolled up a corner of the thin quilt and let her bite it. Then he inserted the tweezers into her wound and looked for the bullet.
Chapter completed!