The midsummer sun is scorching hot, and the cicadas and birds in the mountains are constantly chirping.

Tianquan Mountain, one hundred and fifty miles northwest of Yunzhou, is a rare summer resort.

In the lush mountain forest, the winding stone steps are endless as far as the eye can see.

"Fu Feng, how long will it take to arrive?"

"Hurry, hurry up, you can see Jingquan Lake after climbing over the ridge in front.

Jinghushanyuan is located on the bank of Jingquan Lake.

In order to seek medical treatment, I traveled all the way to Jing Wu Shan Hospital. Several lay people from Jing Wu Shan Hospital treated me for more than three months. Unfortunately, my condition never improved.

I really couldn't bear to trouble the lay people in the mountain courtyard, so I quietly went down the mountain alone.

After I recovered, I had long wanted to thank the lay people at Shanyuan, but unfortunately I never had the time.

Brother Thirteen, why did you think of coming to Jinghu Shanyuan? Is it possible that you have something unspeakable that you would like to find out to the laymen in the Shanyuan?"

I rolled my eyes at Fu Feng.

"You are the one who has an unspeakable secret! I am a descendant of Mai Yi, why do I need to seek medical treatment from them?"

I came all the way to Tianquan Mountain not to escape the heat, nor to accompany Fu Feng to repay a favor.

Instead, I promised Hongxiu to accompany her to a place, which happened to be Jinghushanyuan.

Jinghushanyuan was built in the Tang Dynasty and has a long history.

Most of the people gathered here are hermits among the people. They are neither Buddhists nor Taoists and call themselves lay people.

For thousands of years, the monks of Jinghu Mountain Monastery have changed one batch after another, but the inheritance has never been interrupted.

Those who can live in seclusion in Jinghu Mountain Courtyard are all talented people among the people.

Some are proficient in Qi Men Dun Jia, some are proficient in medicine and pharmacology, or some are proficient in martial arts fighting.

It's a pity that today's people are impetuous, and fewer and fewer people can bear to live in seclusion in the mountains.

According to Fu Feng, there are only the last three lay practitioners left in Jinghu Mountain Monastery today.

A lame blacksmith calls himself Bearded Lay Buddhist.

An old Chinese doctor with glaucoma calls himself Caolu layman.

A madman who is addicted to playing chess calls himself Shengtian layman.

I don’t know how these three people came together.

Keep walking along the winding mountain road and climb over a ridge.

A sparkling lake appeared in the mountain col in front of it, and there were more than a dozen simple wooden buildings sitting on the lakeside.

"Is this Jinghushanyuan?"

At this moment, Hong Xiu's voice suddenly echoed in my ears.

"There are things I left behind in that stone tower."

I looked towards the mountain col and saw a small island less than a hundred meters in diameter in the center of the lake. A simple stone tower still stood on the island.

"Fu Feng, do you know where the stone tower in the center of the lake is?"

Fu Feng glanced at the small island in the middle of the lake.

"I'm not sure. I've lived here for three months and have never been to that island.

Grandpa Caolu said that the tower is dedicated to the lay people who have lived in the mountain courtyard for thousands of years, and outsiders are not allowed to set foot there, so I have never been up there."

I frowned, if that was the case, it would be a bit troublesome.

Following Fu Feng's guidance, we soon arrived at Jinghu Mountain Courtyard.

"Grandpa Caolu, Uncle Beard, and Uncle Shengtian, I'm back to see you."

Fu Feng shouted towards the courtyard of Jinghu Mountain.

Zhiyo!

The doors of the two wooden buildings opened at the same time, and a rickety old man wearing reading glasses and a middle-aged man with a beard came out.ωωw..net

Needless to say, this presbyopic man must be the Thatched Cottage layman, and the middle-aged man with full beard is the bearded layman.

The layman in the thatched cottage pushed up his reading glasses and looked at us carefully, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Fu Feng, you are actually still alive."

The layman in the thatched cottage walked down the wooden ladder tremblingly. Fu Feng quickly stepped forward to support the layman in the thatched cottage.

"Grandpa Caolu, my illness has been completely cured."

When the layman from the thatched cottage heard the sound, he quickly took Fu Feng's wrist and put two dry fingers on it.

"It's really healed! Beard, this kid is really healed."

The layman in the thatched cottage looked excited, turned around and shouted at the layman with a beard.

"I heard it. I'm just lame in my legs, but my ears are not lame."

The bearded layman limped over.

"You brat, I've recovered from my illness, and I feel a lot more energetic.

When you left without saying goodbye, we thought you were eaten by wild wolves in the mountains."

Fu Feng patted his chest and showed a silly smile.

"Uncle Beard, don't you think I'm okay now?"

Fu Feng looked at a wooden building not far away with a puzzled look on his face.

"Why didn't old man Shengtian come out?"

The bearded layman waved his hands, showing a look of helplessness on his face.

"Don't worry about him, that old madman has become more and more evil recently and is playing chess with himself.

I have locked myself in the house for several days, and I guess we haven’t decided the winner yet.”

I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows slightly, thinking that I was playing chess with myself. This was really unclear.

Fu Feng nodded, took off the backpack behind him, and rummaged through it.

"These are ancient chess records that I collected from the flea market. You can help me pass them on to Uncle Shengtian later.

I also bought thick gloves for Uncle Beard here, so that I don’t have to grind my hands when forging.

These are the new glasses I bought for Grandpa Caolu. Your old pair should have been replaced long ago.

There are also some roast chicken, snacks and so on..."

Watching Fu Feng take out one thing after another, the Thatched Cottage layman couldn't help but his face darkened.

"It would be great if your kid could come back to see us. Why are you buying so many things?"

"Grandpa Caolu, if you three hadn't taken care of me for three months, my body would have been unable to bear it long ago.

Besides, these things don’t cost much, I already earn a salary, so it doesn’t matter.”

The layman from the thatched cottage touched Fu Feng's head with a kind look on his face.

"This little kid has really grown up. Please tell me how you were cured of your disease?"

Fu Feng then turned around and looked towards me.

"Grandpa Caolu, Uncle Beard, let me introduce you.

This is the Thirteenth Brother, and my disease was cured by the Thirteenth Brother."

I took a step forward and cupped my hands towards the two of them.

"Junior Lin Shisan, I have met two lay people."

The layman in the thatched cottage and the layman with a beard were slightly startled, and then they looked at me.

"I have been obsessed with medicine all my life, but I am still at a loss to deal with this boy's illness.

I didn’t expect that I was cured by you, it’s true that a hero comes from a young age.”

I can only smile in return for the compliments given by the lay people in the thatched cottage.

"I feel ashamed to say that I was helpless at first about Fu Feng's illness.

Later, under the guidance of an elder, I was lucky enough to find the cause of the disease.

It’s not that the medical skills of our predecessors were incompetent, but that Fu Feng suffers from a disease that cannot be cured by medicine or stone.”

I was able to cure Fu Feng in the first place thanks to the guidance of my aunt Shen Su, so naturally I dare not take credit for it.

The layman in the thatched cottage narrowed his eyes slightly and stroked his beard.

"It can't be cured by medicine or stone. Is it a curse?"

I couldn't help being surprised. I just said it casually, but I didn't expect that this thatched cottage layman could quickly think of the spell.

It seems that this old man has a lot of skills and is not just trying to gain fame.

"Senior is indeed well-informed. Yes, Fu Feng's illness is caused by the evil curse of Three Lives and Three Lives."

The layman in the thatched cottage laughed loudly, with a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.

“Being more knowledgeable is just a matter of living longer.

He is proficient in medical skills and also knows spells.
Chapter completed!