The ruined temple is filled with the aroma of minced meat porridge, which attracts appetite.

But the person who cooked the porridge left for some reason, leaving only a silent pair of grandparents and grandchildren in the corner.

A rustling sound came from the hollow Buddha statue, and Zhong Jiuchou, who had been lying inside to rest, stretched his waist.

Suddenly, Ran Shaotang, who followed Cheng Yi, left and returned. His tidiness had to take it back and looked out curiously through the eyes of the Buddha statue.

Ran Shaotang returned to the temple in the rain, stuffed the purse with broken silver into the arms of the old man curled up in the corner, and then told the boy in purple who was looking at him, "The porridge in the pot is not poisonous. Eat it quickly."

The little boy opened his big eyes and looked at the pile of firewood that was still burning, pursing his lips tightly.

The old man was very ill and seemed to have no sense of what was happening in front of him, and still closed his eyes.

Xie Yingren's urging sounded outside the temple: "Junior brother, hurry up."

Ran Shaotang got up, touched the little boy's head, rushed out quickly, and disappeared into the rain.

In that life, her younger brother Ran Shaobai was killed by someone at this age. For some reason, when she saw the boy in purple who was dependent on the old man, she couldn't help but want to be pity.

Finally, Jiuchou looked at Ran Shaotang's slender back and pulled the corner of his mouth, thinking that the little boy was very interesting.

When he poisoned people before, Yan Luo was not ruthless.

Now that I feel pity for others, I feel a Bodhisattva heart.

The Medicine King Sect has really emerged with many talents.

The little boy watched Ran Shaotang leave, and then slowly let go of the hand that had been hiding behind him, and a short blade fell behind him.

He stuffed the purse with broken silver into his arms, ran to the firewood in a few steps, and served a bowl of porridge in a clean bowl, happily brought it to the old man.

"Grandpa, we have something to eat."

He carefully blew the food and wanted to feed the porridge into the old man's mouth, but the old man bit his teeth tightly and could not swallow it at all.

The little boy tried several times but failed, and leaned on the old man and started crying loudly.

Finally, Jiuchou had enough of the show, frowned impatiently, and jumped out of the Buddha statue.

The boy in purple who had been crying was frightened. He didn't know where he came out, but he forgot to cry.

In the end, Jiuchou ignored the boy's strange and frightened eyes and walked straight to the meat porridge, put out a spoon, smelled it, and drank it while it was hot.

In an instant, the long-awaited stomach was satisfied and the whole person relaxed.

He looked at the somewhat dull child and raised his chin: "You can't live anymore. Come with me."

The boy in purple didn't believe it, so he turned his head and picked up his grandfather and continued to feed him.

Finally, Jiuchou drank a few more spoons of porridge before he persuaded: "The one who took your grandfather's pulse just now was from the Yaowang Sect. He was helpless with your grandfather. Who else do you want to rely on to save him?"

When the little boy heard this, he could no longer control the grief and anger and pain in his heart, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, the man who was taking his pulse was sitting on the galloping carriage and felt a chill.

The junior sister was indeed as expected. If it weren't for her reminder, the Medicine King Sect might have caused trouble.

I wonder if my junior sister has any other advice.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yi stared at Ran Shaotang without blinking his eyes.

"My nephew, does my junior sister have anything else to tell me?"

Shaotang quickly glanced at Uncle Master and decisively summarized a truth: Uncle Master's IQ will undoubtedly be a solid backer after causing disasters and causing trouble in the future.

Cheng Yi saw Shaotang pondering and coughing twice to remind him. Can't this child say a few more words to his uncle?

Ran Shaotang looked at Cheng Yi inquiringly and asked back: "Uncle Master, are you afraid of the two grandparents and grandchildren in the temple?"

Cheng Yi's eyes flashed slightly and he denied: "Nothing."

"Why did you suddenly change your mind after examining the old man's pulse and leave in a panic? You didn't even eat."

"My pot is a good thing. I think I got it from the Marquis' Mansion and cheated and coaxed him. It should have been brought to the car together. It would be a pity to throw it away like this."

"Not only do you have no food now, you also have to rush in the rain... Uncle Master, what are you afraid of?"

Cheng Yi asked Ran Shaotang, but he was speechless when the other party asked, and he couldn't help but get angry.

"You have been in the world for the first time, what do you know? Don't ask these useless things."

Shaotang was dissatisfied: "Uncle Master, I will never understand it if you don't teach me. This kind of truth is not born to know. If you want to understand, either someone will teach me or you will suddenly realize it after you get bleeding. Uncle Master, if you don't teach me, do you want me to try it yourself? Then if my mother knows..."

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Yi stopped drinking decisively.

He looked at the little man in front of him, his eyebrows were quite similar to those of his junior sister, but his tricky temperament must have followed the gangster with the surname Ran.

"It's okay, just carry your mother out. I don't tell you that you are afraid of you. Since you have to know, it's okay to talk to you."

Shaotang sat upright and set up a sleek pose.

Xie Yingren, who was driving in the rain, also focused and raised his ears outside the car.

Seeing that his nephew was upright, Cheng Yi nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly asked in confusion: "Your mother did say you should beware of the child wearing purple clothes?"

Shaotang pointed his head very firmly and said, "You know the master of Amu's fortune telling. She said that we would meet a young man in purple clothes while walking, causing us to worry about his life. Now we meet two people in purple clothes in one night, which shows how wise it is for Amu to give me the heartbreaking grass."

Cheng Yi pondered that in Zhou Rao Country purple was the color of an emperor. Ordinary people could not wear it.

Although this place is within Gaoxi, it is close to the border between Zhourao, and the people here also avoid the purple-clothed ones.

Those who can wear purple clothes are either rich or noble.

This hexagram for junior sister is very good.

Thinking of this, he continued to speak proudly.

"My junior sister's ability to divine fortune has been particularly effective since she was a child. I still remember that... the crisis almost destroyed the Medicine King Sect. Fortunately, she divined in advance, which led to the scene of the Medicine King Sect later... the Medicine King Sect."

Shaotang was keen to find that Cheng Yi seemed to be deliberately hiding something in his words, and he said it stutteredly, and he was off topic.

Before he could remind him, Xie Yingren outside couldn't help but speak: "Master, tell me the point."

Cheng Yi Xianyou's divine thoughts were pulled back by his apprentice in time. He lifted the curtain and shouted at his talkative apprentice, "Driving attentively", and was forced back into the car by the wind and rain outside the car.

Shaotang, who was implicated, was wet in the rain.

As if he was conscientious, Cheng Yi took out his straw raincoat from under the seat and threw it out: "Wear another one, don't freeze."

Xie Yingren, who was stunned by the impact, felt his eyes swollen inexplicably.

He murmured, "Master treats me so well."

Cheng Yi recalled the scene when he took the old man's pulse and sighed: "If you guessed correctly, then the grandparents and grandchildren should be the ones that the Dongcha tribe is going to chase after him."

"Dongcha clan?" Shaotang vaguely remembered that in his first life, this nation was a special existence. He lurked in the palaces of various countries and in the palaces of high-ranking officials, collecting intelligence and waiting for an opportunity to act.

The catastrophe seven years later is said to be related to the Dongcha tribe.

"How did the uncle see it?" she asked.

Cheng Yi glanced at her and said proudly: "Jianghu Experience."

Shaotang curled his lips.

She heard from her mother that this uncle Cheng Yi rarely travels around the world and is not famous. That's why she was sent by the Medicine King Sect to pick people up. Where did she get the experience in the world? She completely fooled herself into being a child and knows nothing.

But that's good. "Children" is her protective color. She had already planned to do it. In the future, the character of the King of Medicine is the silly white sweet among the playboys.

Cheng Yi didn't know that Shaotang was complaining in his heart and continued: "From the old man's pulse and expression, the poison he was infected with was a poison unique to the Dongcha tribe. Only the Dongcha tribe members will get this poison."

"When this poison does not occur, it is a tonic, strengthening the muscles and improving the body and improving the skills. However, once the tribe members make a mistake, as long as another poison called Wuxiang is inhaled into the body, Wu Jin will turn from tonic to poison, which is difficult to treat. It is a means for the Dongcha tribe to punish the people who rebel."

Shaotang understood and thoughtfully interrupted: "It turns out that Uncle Master judged their identity through the poison in his body. But this is not the reason why you are afraid of them? Our Medicine King Sect has always taken it as its mission to cure diseases and save others. Has he offended the Dongcha tribe?"

Cheng Yi was very disliked the word "fear" mentioned by Shaotang repeatedly, but when he heard that he was respectful when he mentioned the Yaowang Sect, he felt that this child was still a talent, so he endured the words he wanted to scold him and explained patiently.

"The Dongcha tribe is not sure whereabouts and is everywhere, so it is a threat to our secluded sects. The sect leader has long issued an order. When encountering people from the Dongcha tribe, he should hide if he can, and he should avoid him if he can. In short, just don't have any contact with them."

Shaotang heard some tricks and nodded and concluded: "Uncle Master means that people are in the dark, we are in the light. We can't afford to mess with each other and can't hide. But why is our Medicine King Sect so cowardly? We are also good at using poison. Are we afraid of the Dongcha clan?"

Xie Yingren, who had been listening attentively outside, couldn't help lifting a corner of the curtain and gave a guide to this junior brother who he thought was not very smart: "If you want to succeed in using poison, you must first know where it is located, and second, you must be close to you. If these conditions are not met, no matter how much you have poison skills, who can you do? Junior brother, why are you stupider than me?"

Shaotang said "Oh" and bowed modestly: "Senior Brother, don't dislike me. If my family didn't think I was stupid, they wouldn't have traveled thousands of miles to send me to study medicine. We ask our sect to take care of me. In the future, I will take care of me."

He said sweet-mouthed, and his senior brother coaxed Xie Yingrang to agree silly, put down the curtain and continued to drive the car.

Cheng Yi thought more.

The junior sister did not allow her son to inherit the position of the lord of the Ran family, but sent her son to study in the sect. It was definitely not as simple as letting him study medicine.

Maybe it’s really like the master said that the Ran family is in a high position in the temple, and it’s not as colorful as outsiders’ eyes.

The junior sister must be planning ahead.

He remembered the divination incident again, and felt that the junior sister's arrangement was indeed profound. When he looked at Shaotang again, he felt a little more pity in his eyes.

"Shaotang, your master is strict in teaching his disciples and lacks patience with his disciples. If you can't stand it when you reach the Medicine King Sect, tell your uncle."

Shaotang nodded obediently and replied, "Oh".

When she was at home, she asked who her master was, so why didn't she let her master pick her up, but her uncle came to pick her up.

Mrs. Ran was very nervous about this matter. She just let her obey the arrangements. Apprenticeship is a big deal, so don’t be picky.

At that time, she felt something was wrong. Her mind was full of - A mother dug a hole for herself again! Could it be that Master was A father's rival again?

Now that I heard my uncle's words, I couldn't help but snort in my heart. The master who was about to meet was indeed not easy to deal with.

Xie Yingren opened the curtain again and interrupted, "Junior Brother Shaotang, don't be afraid. If Master beats and scolds you, come to my master. The disciples in the sect all envy me for having a good master."

Shaotang closed his eyes and rolled his eyes, lay down on the couch.

Yes, you are just the treatment of rushing the bus in the middle of the night and praise your master for being good!
Chapter completed!