Chapter 42: Little beggar?

Shi Xuan gave his own opinions. As for whether to follow suit or not, that is Zhang Li's own business.
Next, Zhang Daquan and his wife, who came into the house, watched Zhang Li's cough greatly improve, and naturally listened to Shi Xuan's instructions with gratitude, patted their chests to ensure that Zhang Li would be nourished.
Shi Xuan has been in this small town for three days, and did not see the Chixia God Temple sending anyone over. At the same time, the lively Shi Xuan also made those townspeople who still believe in Gods more deeply puzzled, and they themselves doubted. Basically abandoned the belief in gods.
In the past three days, some people with headaches and brain fever in the town have come to Shixuan. Shixuan is always coming. It just happens that the ecstasy banner needs to absorb sickness, but after all, it is a small town and there are not so many sick people. Let Shi Xuan felt quite regretful.
The town is not far from Kaiyang City, Shi Xuan had breakfast and set off, and it was less than lunch time to reach Kaiyang City.
As an important place for the five-state thoroughfare, Kaiyang City is not much inferior to Yangzhou Prefecture and Chuzhou City. Especially after the new year, many people from outside the city flock to the city. It is a rare leisure time in a year. Enjoy it here.
In the procession entering the city, Shi Xuan found many monks and nuns begging and people in weird clothes. They only looked at them with the aura technique, and they were basically deceitful generations. Shi Xuan was a little puzzled about this. After all, so many strange people went to the city at once. It should be due to a reason. It is impossible to make an appointment to go to the fair together. It is just the look of the soldiers guarding the city, but this is normal.
Shi Xuan quietly asked the aunt in front of him in the new cotton-padded coat: "Auntie, I would like to ask you something, why are so many people from outsiders rushing to Kaiyang City?"
Auntie didn’t want to ask Li Shixuan’s question at first, but after listening, she couldn’t suppress her desire to speak:
You don’t know if you dare to love me. I thought you had the same purpose as the little Taoist priest. I’ll tell you about it. I was seriously ill, I consulted the famous doctors nearby, but nothing got better. Even Luo Jing’s imperial doctor and Chixia God Lord were helpless. So after the new year, I immediately went to the four miles and eight villages to make a list of strange people. If the taxi arrives, if it can be cured, tut, thank you very much!"
Shi Xuan came to understand the reason why so many weird people rushed to the city. If he can cure the illness of the governor, thank you for not mentioning it. The gratitude of the governor in Fengzhou will be an intangible amount. Property, it's no wonder that I want to give it a try.
On a second thought, Shi Xuan woke up. Cishi was transferred from Liangzhou, and Chixia God was also passed from Liangzhou. It is difficult to say whether there is any connection between the two. It is better to take this opportunity to get in. , As long as you see the governor and look at his anger, you can at least get some news. If you touch it at night, you can still find the governor.
Because so many people are together, their own qi is mixed together. Wang Qi technique can't separate their qi. Only when you walk in front of a person can you clearly see his qi, unless there is a particularly strong presence in the crowd. Or strange anger can be seen at a glance. Just like looking at the air in the small town before, apart from a huge popularity in Kaiyang City, only the divine light of Chixia God can be seen.
When entering the city, the guards didn't question Shi Xuan much. After all, there were too many Taoist priests entering the city in the past two days. After receiving the entrance tax of two copper plates, they waved Shi Xuan into the city.
When Shi Xuan entered the city, he hurriedly asked the monk in front of him: "How many masters, I don't know how to apply for the municipal government, what regulations do I need?"
The fat head and big ears in the lead, the greasy but kind-looking monk, frowned as soon as he heard this, "It's better not to go to the muddy water for the little master. It still depends on the healing and saving of people. Really capable."
The little novice monk beside him stepped forward, with a delicate look with a little pride: "My abbot is a well-known medicine to cure diseases. Who is the Zen Master Zhiguang, don’t want to fish in troubled waters."
"Amitabha Buddha." Zen Master Zhiguang with fat head and big ears whispered the Buddha's horn, seemingly calm.
Shi Xuan had no choice but to find someone to ask again. Unfortunately, these people were afraid of being robbed of their business. The fewer people wishing to go, the better. How could they tell you the news. It is best to ask the aboriginals in Kaiyang City to get the accurate information together.
First go to the entrance of Cishifu to register, and at dinner time, go to the lobby of Cishifu to enjoy a banquet. During this time, Cishi will go to the lobby to accept everyone's diagnosis and treatment. Anyway, the one or two hundred monks, nuns, and lay doctors the day before, none of them relieved the governor’s condition, so naturally they were all beaten out by a mess. I just heard that because of the failure of the previous day, the governor intends to let these people show their ability first, and those who have the ability will be allowed to see the doctor. After all, so many people, one by one, have a history of illness, but it is very sad. of.
Shi Xuan asked the way to the gate of Cishi Mansion. Because Cishi lived in the government office, there was a big square in front of the mansion. The place surrounded by a bunch of people on the square should be the place of registration, but in twos and threes on the square. Do those people who are sitting want to wait until dinner?
At the time of registration, the middle-aged wealthy butler was very indifferent to Shi Xuan, a young Taoist priest. He didn't think Shi Xuan had the ability to cure the illness of the cunt, but Shi Xuan had gained a lot and looked forward to it. It seems that even the steward of Cishi Mansion has some connection with Chixia God Lord, and Cishi himself is probably even deeper.
After looking for a small shop that looked pretty good, Shi Xuan was about to have lunch and went to visit Chixia God Temple in the afternoon. When I was eating and drinking, I heard the buddy yelling, turning his head to look, but he was driving a small beggar with a dark face, I can’t see how big it is, but I’m afraid it’s not because I look at the small body. Over ten years old.
The little beggar walked flexibly, walking around in and out of the shop, and the two men couldn't catch him. Shi Xuan let out a soft sigh, this little beggar has a light foundation, is it a beggar gang, but is there a beggar gang in this world?
After he stunned the buddy, the little beggar rushed to the steamer, grabbed a white steamed bun and ran out. Unfortunately, the buddy also learned to obey, and blocked the door by dividing one into a dilemma.
The little beggar rolled his swarthy eyes, stretched out his hand, and said embarrassedly in a crisp voice: "Or, return the buns to you?"
There were already black fingerprints on the white steamed buns, and the guy suddenly became angry when he saw it, and rolled up his cuffs: "Look at me, don't take care of you, this broken beggar."
Shi Xuan, who had been watching with cold eyes, somehow remembered the scene where Guo Jing saw Huang Rong for the first time in Shooting Eagle. It was also a beggar, a steamed bun, and a black handprint, but now the little beggar was a little too young, and smiled and said to the guy: "I'll pay the money, don't embarrass this kid."
When the guy saw someone giving money, he stopped. The little beggar was so flexible that he really wanted to clean up her and couldn't make trouble in the shop.
The little beggar didn’t seem to have expected this. His and white eyes looked at Shi Xuan without blinking. Shi Xuan smiled gently at her and said,
You can’t come and eat, look at me. There are chickens and fish on the table."
Guru, the little beggar swallowed his saliva, but his eyes were full of alert: "Mother said, if the uncle who smiles very fakely invites you to dinner, you must not agree!"
Shi Xuan touched his face and smiled fakely. Just seeing this scene, he was a little nostalgic: "Then you will eat your steamed buns, I will eat them slowly." After speaking, he picked up the chopsticks and picked up every dish. He came to eat at a little bit, and at the same time secretly cast a calming spell on the little beggar.
Seeing Shi Xuan's movements, the little beggar's eyes flashed with Huipu's light, and the influence of the spells reduced his fear and alertness. With a cheer, he put the steamed bun on the table, picked up the chopsticks, and began to gobble up.
Shi Xuan beckoned his buddy to come over, let him take a basin of water and take a veil, and then said to the little beggar: "Wash your hands and face first. This dish will not run away."
"No, my mother said not to put the dishes out of my eyes, otherwise there will be problems." He continued to eat without looking up.
Shi Xuan sweats slightly, this mother teaches well, but how could this little girl find food outside by herself. But it is not convenient to ask this question directly. First, follow the little beggar's words and ask: "Uh, what will go wrong?"
The little beggar seemed to be questioned. The chopsticks poked his lips, and after a moment, he said: "Maybe you will spit in it to tease me! People often tease the brothers and sisters like this."
"Oh, then your senior brother, senior sister, mother kiss them, why didn't you stay with you." Shi Xuan followed kindly.
"I won't tell you!" The little beggar looked at Shi Xuan vigilantly. After a while, he seemed to think of something, and said pitifully: "It's not my mother who asked you to arrest me and go back. People have always been fine. Be careful not to say your name."
When he first heard the refusal answer, Shi Xuan was still thinking about how to talk, but he recruited the little girl before he could think of it. He smiled and shook his head: "I don't know you, nor your mother."
"Really?" The little beggar brought his little face closer, and looked at Shi Xuan's solemn expression, not as if he was lying. He immediately relieved himself and continued to eat and drink happily, but then he ate the chicken with chopsticks and froze. After staying there for a while, he cried with a cry: "Woo, woo, what should I do if I want to go back?"
Shi Xuan felt that she couldn't keep up with the little girl's thoughts, and her mood changed too quickly.
When the little beggar finished crying, Shi Xuan asked, "Then where is your home, what is your name, and what is your name? How about I bring you a message, or send you back directly?"
The little beggar raised his head, two traces of dirt on his face were washed out by tears, revealing his pale skin. He replied with some doubts: "My mother is called Niangqin, yes, some people call her the holy queen, and some call her the devil queen."
Shi Xuan was taken aback, and immediately asked: "Then what is your name?"
After crying, the little beggar continued to gorge himself, and replied vaguely: "My surname is Chu, his name is Wan'er."
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