The mountain road is long and covered with fallen leaves. Looking around, the mountains and fields are filled with indescribable loneliness.

A monk was walking alone on this mountain road covered with weeds. The road to come and the road to go were winding and winding, and he was the only one.

Wu Sheng tried to use his magic power to move on his legs. With a little force, he jumped far away. After landing, he bent a little and moved forward more than two feet again. In these days, he

He has been studying how to use his own magic power. He doesn't have much magic power now. Good steel must be used on the blade, so he must use it sparingly. If there is no mine at home, he cannot cause unbridled disasters.

He moved forward like this at a very fast speed. He set off early in the morning and arrived at the foot of the mountain while the sun was still in the sky in the east. He saw the peaceful mountain village in the distance. The time it took was shortened by half compared to usual times. During this process

He still walked and stopped, thought about it, and then walked again, and practiced walking backwards from time to time. In fact, he wasted a lot of time. He used to walk for nearly two hours before he could go down the mountain. Now if he was in a hurry to go down the mountain,

It takes less than half an hour to get down the mountain.

"Master Wu Sheng!" People in the village were very enthusiastic after seeing Wu Sheng, and actively invited him to their homes, speaking from the bottom of their hearts.

This makes Wu Sheng very happy. After all, almost everyone hopes that they can be recognized by others and become a respected and popular person, except of course some aliens who think differently from ordinary people.

He first went to find an old man named Ning Jiatian in the village. This old man was the most senior in the village. He was in his sixties. He was very strong and very prestigious in the village. Some major events in the village were like this.

An old man took the lead in the planning, and Wu Sheng asked him to tell the old man that Lanruo Temple would be closed for a period of time, and asked him to inform other people in the village on his behalf.

"Leave this matter to me. Tomorrow, I will ask someone to send some food up the mountain." The old man said.

The young monk in front of him has not been in Lanruo Temple for a long time, but he has been of great help to their village, eliminating demons, saving people, and helping them resist flash floods. In the eyes of this old man, this handsome monk has the same age as

Those who have unmatched Buddhist practice are truly enlightened monks.

"Thank you." After hearing this, Wu Sheng stood up, put his palms together and bowed.

"Master, you're welcome." The old man said.

While the two people were talking, a woman hurriedly came in from outside.

"Master, uncle," he greeted the two people as he came in.

"What happened?" Seeing the woman's panic, the old man asked.

"Xiaohe suddenly felt uncomfortable in his stomach and was in severe pain. He was rolling on the ground. I heard that the master had gone down the mountain, so I came over and wanted to ask the master to take a look." The woman said.

"Master, what do you think?" The old man looked at Wu Sheng.

To be honest, Wu Sheng really didn't want to agree. He didn't know how to treat a doctor at all. But looking at this woman's eager and expectant eyes, he really couldn't bear to refuse.

"Go and have a look."

"Thank you, master, thank you, master."

The woman kept thanking her and hurriedly brought Wu Sheng home. Her man was standing by the bed, sweating profusely.

On the bed, a six or seven-year-old child was rolling on the bed, wailing.

Wu Sheng stepped forward to take a look and found that the child's face was pale and his belly was swollen like a melon. It made a banging sound when struck, like a drum. When he opened his outer clothes, he saw a green patch on his abdomen.

The texture has the general shape of a tree root, with thick ones like earthworms and thin ones like hairs.

Wu Sheng felt an uncomfortable aura on this child's body. To be precise, this aura gathered in his belly.

"When did the child become ill?"

"Not long ago, I was fine when I woke up in the morning. After going out to play for a while, I came back like this!" the woman said, wiping her son's sweat while talking.

"Hold him down, with his belly facing up, and I'll give it a try." Wu Sheng thought for a while and said.

After hearing this, the couple held the child hard to prevent him from turning back and forth. He came to the bedside, put his magic power on his palms, and gently stroked the child's swollen forehead with a faint light flowing.

On his stomach, he silently recited scriptures.

Where the palms were touching, the child's belly slowly shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye. The child being pressed had a big mouth, and a disgusting putrid smell came out of his mouth, like rotten meat.

The stink lasted for several months, and gradually the child stopped struggling. After a while, he heard a rumbling sound in his stomach, and the child opened his mouth and made the sound of retching.

"Let him go and get a basin."

After hearing this, the lady hurriedly ran out and brought a wooden basin over.

The child struggled to sit up and opened his mouth to vomit. A pool of extremely fishy liquid came out of his mouth. There was also some stuff in it, like mud. In an instant, the whole house was filled with a putrid smell, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Gagging.

"What did he eat in the morning?" Wu Sheng asked, looking at the vomit in the basin.

"Just rice porridge and pancakes." The woman gently patted her child's back.

"This is not what it looks like." Wu Sheng stared at the disgusting mud-like things in the tub.

At this time, looking at the child's abdomen, it had completely returned to normal, the blue lines on it had faded and became very light, and the uncomfortable aura on his body had also dissipated.

"Okay, let's feed him some warm water first and let him have a good rest. Don't be in a hurry to eat." Wu Sheng said.

"Okay, thank you, Master." The family hurriedly thanked them.

"When he gets better, ask him what he ate or what he encountered after going out." Wu Sheng said.

This child's illness is obviously very strange. After eating rice porridge and pancakes, he can vomit out something like mud?

"No need to wait, Xiaohe, tell the master quickly, did you eat something unclean?" the man asked his son.

The child obviously hadn't recovered from the pain just now. In addition to the torment, his body was very weak. It took him a while before he could speak. He left home to go out to play in the morning and picked up things in the woods behind the village.

I got a piece of fruit and felt sick to my stomach after eating it.

"Fruit, what fruit?"

"It's an apple," said the child.

"Can you remember roughly where it is?" Wu Sheng said.

The child mentioned a rough location, and Wu Sheng asked someone in the village to take him there to have a look. The location was quite easy to find. There was a large persimmon tree nearby, about as thick as a foot. The location was in the southeast of the village, in a forest.

, there are some firewood piled up, a trampled path on the ground leads to the village, and the rest of the place is full of weeds.
Chapter completed!