Outside the courtyard.

Several children were packing up and drying mountain goods in Xiaohu, and laughter came from time to time.

Inside the house, He Laoliu looked gloomy and sighed.

Zhang Xiaofan knew everything about his adopted son He Bin. From this, he also understood the life of the 50-year-old man. He Laoliu's family was not so poor and embarrassed in his early years, and having a wife and a child was considered a perfect match. However, his fate was unpredictable. After his youngest son died young, his wife also passed away sadly, leaving him alone.

In this situation, He Laoliu met He Bin, a lonely and helpless child who was unable to live alone, aroused his compassion and he has since depended on him for life.

The world of later generations was chaotic, and the number of lonely and helpless children increased. Although He Laoliu was disabled in his leg, his heart became more and more compassionate, and he adopted Xiaohu and others one after another.

At this time, He Bin grew up and should have been able to share the heavy responsibility for him, but He Bin, who grew up, refused to suffer, and was even more unwilling to work hard for those "brothers and sisters" who didn't know how to be called. He began to meet some friends and stayed up all day long.

If it were just like this, He Laoliu would be angry and would not have severed relations with him.

But later he became addicted to gambling and stole valuables from his family from time to time to sell them. The family, which was not wealthy, declined. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have to sell his house because of the two little guys' illness. When He Bin could no longer find valuables from his poor family, he became more and more serious and focused on those "brothers and sisters" he ignored!

He Laoliu just realized that his adopted son, who was originally well-behaved and sensible in his memory, has now been twisted into an inhumane cannibal ghost!

Only then did Zhang Xiaofan realize that it was not the first time He Bin was.

He Laoliu guarded against He Bin and asked his neighbors to take care of him on weekdays. Who would have thought that He Bin knew that he went out to participate in the Dharma Assembly and worshipped Buddha today, and led Mr. Ma and his villains to the door. The neighbors were just a few people, so how could he dare to fight against the bullies in the town?

If Zhang Xiaofan hadn't been there, he would have been afraid he would have succeeded.

Zhang Xiaofan's face looked a little ugly. Although he worked all day long in Taining Town, he also felt the peace that he had not missed for a long time. Who would have thought that there were not only pure and kind people like He Laoliu, but also people like He Bin who were ungrateful and human nature like he was!

Even such extreme poles come from the same family!

"He will come again, right?" Zhang Xiaofan noticed that He Laoliu opened his mouth and swallowed the words to his mouth. Wei Yu sighed sadly. He didn't know how to comfort him at this time. He was silent for a moment and said, "I can take care of them for you. - But next time, I will not let him go away easily!"

Zhang Xiaofan spoke very strongly when he said this.

After all, he was also a person who had participated in the battle between the righteous and the demons, and his aura was slightly stunning, which was enough to make people shocked.

He Laoliu shivered for a moment, revealing his expression. After living for so many years, he knew what Zhang Xiaofan said, and after a while, he said, "Then, I'll ask you!"

The laughter outside the house was heard very clearly in the silence inside the house.

Zhang Xiaofan nodded and walked out.

Under the sunset, the mountains are quiet and peaceful and vibrant.

He walked out of the yard, helped the child who fell to the ground, stood under a tree behind the house, and looked into the distance.

Everyone has desires.

Cultivators desire martial arts, magic weapons, and even pray for the immortality of the great way; ordinary people also have desires, longing for wealth and comfort, longing for luxury and comfort. They all want, how can they distinguish between the superiority and inferiority?

After walking out of Qingyun Gate, Zhang Xiaofan realized that not every part of the world was as peaceful and peaceful as the original Caomiao Village.

He had a faint intuition that his peaceful life might not last long.

"When the matter is here, I will go back to the mountain."

"If you just want to escape, you may not be able to truly see the world clearly!"

Zhang Xiaofan thought so.

However, the expected storm has not yet been revealed after a whole month.

Neither He Bin nor Ma Ma appeared again, which once made Zhang Xiaofan think that they were taking care of him and did not dare to do evil again.

Although he has experienced hardships in this world, he has never seen all the dark side of human nature in the Demon Sect. In fact, he still maintains innocent and kindness in his heart.

Will leaving room for those who do evil things make them repent?

Obviously it is impossible.

After one month, the Dharma Assembly will be held again.

He Laoliu was worried and did not say much after Zhang Xiaofan didn't want to participate. After asking for help, he hurried to Zhendong.

When the Dharma Assembly ended in the afternoon, He Laoliu returned with a red face, and there was peace and nothing happened in the whole day.

Maybe that Dharma Assembly is really useful.

He Laoliu took advantage of his good spirit to handle many of the work at home, and worked with Zhang Xiaofan on the two acres of mature land behind the house. He sweated and returned home with a relaxed and happy mood.

Zhang Xiaofan felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

Until night, the meal was served. He Laoliu, who had just eaten a few bites of supper, suddenly turned his face and fell silently on the table like ash.

Several children were frightened!

Zhang Xiaofan quickly comforted him a few times, and immediately went to see He Laoliu's condition. He thought He Laoliu had a sudden emergency, but when Zhang Xiaofan touched his body, he was suddenly shocked - his body was cold and the warmth of no one was gone.

In horror, Zhang Xiaofan immediately grabbed He Laoliu's wrist and entered a thread of true energy to investigate the situation inside his body.

If you don’t check, you will have to do it. After exploring it, Zhang Xiaofan found that the essence and blood in He Laoliu’s body were exhausted, and it was already a state of exhaustion!

"How could this happen?"

Zhang Xiaofan couldn't believe it because just a while ago, He Laoliu had just returned from the Dharma Assembly. Out of caution and concern, he also investigated his physical condition. At that time, he was clearly full of qi and blood, and was like a flood, which was full of energy and spirit.

Why did it worsen in a blink of an eye, and even the oil was exhausted and the lamp was exhausted?

The situation is critical and cannot be considered.

Zhang Xiaofan took the bag that he had not touched for a long time, took out the "Little Yellow Pill" in the door that he brought on his body when he went down the mountain, and fed He Laoliu to take it. He then regained his true essence to help him quickly transform the power of the spiritual pill. After working for a long time, he finally slightly alleviated the disease of He Laoliu's blood depletion.

Looking at his sallow face and lifeless look, Zhang Xiaofan knew that he had not yet overcome the danger.

"Xiaohu, you guys are here to take care of Dad He. I'll invite the doctor to come!"

Xiaohu and his wife had tears in their eyes, and when they heard this, they all focused their attention.

Zhang Xiaofan is just because of his practice and has a fundamental understanding of human body, but he is not the orthodox medical skills of Qihuang. He Laoliu has to let the doctor see what he is now.

Soon, the old doctor in Ji'antang in the town was invited to his home.

After taking the pulse carefully, the old doctor frowned, surprised, confused and sighed, and then he put down He Laoliu's hand and said in amazement: "It's really strange."

"Doctor, how is Mr. He?"

The old doctor stroked a sparse goatee and said, "He Lao Liu's qi and blood are exhausted, and it is already a state of drying out oil! But, there is still a gentle and abundant force in his body to nourish the internal organs, and he can only maintain a breath of breath--"

The old doctor looked into the gaze and explored: "Hey, did you use a great tonic for him to slanderia and other great things to slaughter him?" As soon as he said that, he shook his head again and said to himself: "No, is it right? Although Salvia ginseng has extremely strong medicinal power, it cannot do this..."

Zhang Xiaofan was anxious and asked, "Doctor, can he save his illness?"

The old doctor shook his head and said decisively: "If there are treasures to hang your life, how can you reverse life and death? Prepare for funeral."

Zhang Xiaofan sent away the old doctor who was coming and leaving in a hurry. He returned to the house and faced his worried and helpless eyes. His shocked and timid eyes made him think of the abandoned young beasts he had seen in the village when he was young.

"Brother Zhang, Dad, can he still wake up?"

Zhang Xiaofan didn't say those nice words of comfort. He looked at several people quietly, let out a sigh of relief, patted Xiaohu's head, and said in a deep voice: "I will try my best, don't worry."

He is not good at medical skills, but he is in love with the mysterious secret techniques of the two sects of Tianyin, so he can still come up with some methods.

Ordinary medical skills do not work, so he can only take a risk!

The shining golden light represents the essence of Buddhism, strengthens the foundation and maintains the breath of He Laoliu. The faint green light is clear and distant, which represents the true essence of Taoism, which clears the qi and blood of the meridians and tries to arouse the last potential of the body.

The two golden and blue colors intertwined, illuminating the dilapidated thatched hut mysteriously and shockingly!

The younger ones only feel magical and don’t know what that means.

Xiaohu widened his eyes, and his mouth was wide open since the beginning, so shocked that he could not close it. Is Brother Zhang a god? He could have such a magical spell! There was a little more anticipation in his small eyes.

The night is getting deeper.

Zhang Xiaofan finished his work and asked He Laoliu to lie down again.

"You guys, let's go and rest first." Seeing Xiaohu and his men's listless look as if they were forced to cheer up, he sent them to rest, while sitting cross-legged to regulate their breathing.

After two hours, Zhang Xiaofan's true energy was exhausted, but the effect was minimal.

The Buddhist "Brahma Prajna" magical power, which is the most reliable foundation, and has more effect on He Laoliu's current situation. After Zhang Xiaofan adjusted his breath for a moment, he used the "Brahma Prajna" Buddhist real method to treat him again. He was once quite disgusted with this magical power.

But when human life is at stake, I don’t care about that much.

So busy, it gradually ends around the beginning of the hour of Mao.

Zhang Xiaofan was extremely tired. After finishing his work, he did not return to his residence. He just sat on the edge of the bed and fell asleep.

At the hour of Mao, most of the night has passed and the dawn is coming.

It was the most time to sleep deeply overnight.

Obviously someone knows this well!

In the night, a group of people rushed out silently from somewhere in the town and gathered outside the dilapidated courtyard. They were numerous and well organized. Each of them carried a bundle of dry firewood, but they all quietly approached the courtyard. Then they quickly and neatly piled up the firewood firewood around the dilapidated thatched hut, and then someone came forward and poured some pungent scent of turmeric oil.

Everything was ready, and the group had just lit torches.

Under the flames, the strong but sickly bearded man Ma appeared. He looked at the hut with a long look, reached out and pulled someone by, and then took a torch from his subordinates next to him, and handed it to the person: "Here, let's light the fire."

The man shrank, but his eyes were filled with a cold and cruel look: "Master Ma, are you keeping your word?"

"Go to your mother!" Mr. Ma slapped him, "When did Mr. Ma make a falsification when did he speak? Don't worry, as long as he burns that kid to death, all the debts Ma will be exempted from you!"

"good!"

The man gritted his teeth, took the torch, and flipped into the courtyard.
Chapter completed!