Taoist chanting

Chapter 556

"That little girl is weird."

The donkey hadn't gone out yet and flew out of the town to play. He wondered, "It's strange, how can a country girl have a soul power fluctuation that far exceeds that of ordinary people, even I was alarmed in the backyard. Lord, you seem to know her?"

It was drinking in the backyard, and didn't listen to the movement in front of it, and didn't notice that the audience called an unfamiliar name.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded and said with a smile, "You know her too."

"Impossible, this is the first time I've come to this place, Guanzhu, please don't be fooled, who is she?"

"Senior Sister Yue is in the small bamboo house in Wangxia Ridge, the one lying on the bed."

"Fang Bailan!"

The donkey's donkey eyes widened and shouted, it heard the story about Fang Bailan from the audience, Mo Ye borrowed Fang Bailan's slough, and ran around barefoot, it is indeed no stranger to Fang Bailan's body.

"Yes, this little girl is her reincarnation. I awakened it unintentionally, and it will take some time to remember who I am."

Zhang Wenfeng looked at the donkey whose eyes were blazing with gossip fire, and asked, "Aren't you going out to play for a few days, why don't you leave?"

The donkey bared his teeth, and smiled generously: "How could Lu Zijin, who is so righteous, loyal and courageous, and so angry, leave the temple master alone to guard the empty room? Temple master, you underestimate me, of course he stayed With you through thick and thin."

After a brazen self-promotion, the donkey turned his ass and leisurely returned to the main room to continue drinking.

The temple master shook his head and smiled, he said so grandly, in fact, the donkey wanted to stay and wait for Fang Bailan to recognize him, but he was going to disappoint the donkey, he didn't know Fang Bailan well, the little girl was very wary of him, even though Fang Bailan remembers who he is, and it is unlikely that he will climb his high branch.

He remembered that Yue Anyan told him that Fang Bailan was a Confucian student.

The roads are different, the ways are different, and the two are destined to have little intersection.

In the next few days, Zhang Guanzhu took the pulse of the patients and prescribed prescriptions for the patients who came to the door as usual. The days were as lukewarm as water, and it is impossible for patients with broken intestines to come in often to add to the conversation of the neighbors.

It is true that it is ordinary, he likes ordinary days.

The donkey was drinking and walking around in the backyard, as idle as the old porter.

On the morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, a man on crutches, supported by a woman, stepped over the threshold and entered Yishan Hall, followed by a little girl wrapped in patched and floral flowers with her sloping back, her trousers were hanging down to her calves pitifully. The second time I wore a pair of straw sandals on my feet.

Zhang Wenfeng put down the Chinese medicine book in his hand, and only responded briefly to the man's bowing and flattering smile, looked at the man's splinted left foot, and asked, "Has the swelling on the foot gone?"

The country people were reluctant to part with Tongzi, and told them to finish three doses of decoction, and then continue to grab three doses to consolidate and speed up the recovery of the injury. They took seven days to come, probably because they were in trouble, so they had to come to the shop to see him.

The woman glanced at the sneering man, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Zhang, after taking the three doses of medicine prescribed by you, the swelling has almost subsided. The boy's father is stubborn and wants to save some money. It's all because I listened to him softly. The day before yesterday It starts to swell up, and people suffer and suffer, so I have to ask Mr. Zhang to take a look."

Zhang Wenfeng has long been used to Shengdou Xiaomin's tricks, and nodded: "Sit down, I'll take my pulse first."

Checked the pulse for a while, then looked at the injured foot, and then looked at the man's elbow scratches.

He picked up a pen and prescribed three doses of decoction, and the woman obediently took out the copper to grab the medicine.

The little girl took out a straw woven soft basket from the package and put it on the consultation table. Inside the straw basket were wild jujubes, oranges, and pomegranates, all of which were wild fruits in the mountains. behind.

"Zhang Daoyou, thank you for waking me up, and please find a way to accept me as a medical apprentice. I want to stay with Zhang Daoyou to practice, and there will be great rewards in the future."

In just seven days, the little girl had already started practicing, stepped into the threshold of a monk, and hid behind the woman, slightly clasping her hands to transmit the sound.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the little girl with a calm expression. He is currently in a state of closed cultivation and cannot transmit sound. He wonders why the little girl wants to hang out with him?
It shouldn't be too difficult for her to find a way to return to the Great Ying Dynasty, right?
The Da'an Dynasty and the Daying Dynasty in the east were neighbors in harmony, and the border cities traded with each other, and it was said that it was very lively.

He thought for a while, and said politely to the man who was packing up his things: "Ling Qianjin is well-behaved, sensible, smart, quick-witted, and diligent. My shop is short of a helper. I usually grind medicine and decoct it, and wipe and clean it. It's not too heavy." I don't know if the two of you are willing to let Ling Qianjin work hard as a helper in the shop?"

Reaching out to pick up a pomegranate, it means to see the gift from the child for the sake of being sensible.

The man and the woman looked at each other in blank dismay, and the monthly help fee of [-] Wen made them very excited.

But their family is a girl, not a boy, and they stay in the town to work in the medical shop, how can they be assured?

Although she is only 12 years old and looks like a firewood stick, she is her own daughter after all, and she is very worried that the doctor in front of her has bad ideas.

"Take breakfast and lunch every day, return home from work at the beginning of the afternoon, and take a bath every ten days... Do you live far away from the town? It's fine if it's too far away. It's more convenient for me to recruit another boy who is nearby."

Zhang Wenfeng continued to add to the conditions he offered, and also asked a question that he hadn't thought of.

"It's not far, it's just three miles to the west of the town. It's a few steps away. We agreed. We agreed. Thank you Langzhong Zhang."

The woman heard that the doctor seemed to be regretful, so she rushed to tell her that she finished work at the beginning of the You hour every day and didn't sleep in the shop, which relieved most of her worries.

At worst, she came here every day to pick up people and go home. It was not easy to earn a few coppers in the countryside.

The half-grown girl has a big appetite, and no matter how much she does at home, she can't earn half a ready-made copper.

When I go back next time, I will carefully teach some precautions.

Zhang Wenfeng took out fifty copper coins, handed them to the man, asked the little girl's name, and said: "Take it and add coarse cloth clothes to Zhao Zhu'er, and a pair of new cloth shoes that fit her feet. I will go to work tomorrow."

"Okay, okay."

After seeing off the three members of the Zhao family, Zhang Wenfeng washed his hands and sat down to read a book.

If he hadn't met Fang Bailan, he would have almost forgotten his status as a monk. I don't know what that little girl meant?Get on the pole and lean towards his side, originally meeting by chance, it is best not to disturb each other, even if you want to repay, it will be in the future.

On the second day, the little girl came to work accompanied by a woman. She was dressed in dark homespun clothes, and her already dark face was still smeared with uneven pot black, which made her look ugly, like a tomboy who took advantage of the woman Not paying attention to the chatter, the little girl grinned at the temple master and laughed silently.

Greet the ugly girl to sit at the table by the wall to have breakfast, which is porridge, cooking cakes and two dishes of pickles bought from the town, which is quite a lot.

The woman understood etiquette, she didn't take Zhang Langzhong's politeness seriously, she quit and went home.

The little girl unceremoniously swept away all the food on the table, touched her belly, and laughed softly at Zhang Guanzhu, who was reading a book over there: "You are poor and rich, and you can't even fill your stomach. How can you talk about Ansheng's practice? Especially It's an early stage."

Without raising his head, Zhang Wenfeng said, "When are you going back to Daying? I can help you with money."

"I won't go back. I practiced Confucianism in my previous life, and I want to practice Taoism in this life. I want to change to a new way of life. The practice road that I can see at a glance is boring. What do you think, Fellow Daoist Zhang?"

The little girl smiled very relaxedly, just matching that little black face, how funny it looked.

"How about you wash off the pot ashes on your face and let's chat again?"

Zhang Wenfeng would not believe the other party's far-fetched reasons, so he changed the subject to joke.

"It can't be washed off. My mother told you not to go to the backyard with you. You can only work as a helper in the front shop."

The little girl said seriously, the corner of her mouth couldn't help but smile.

Zhang Wenfeng muttered: "I have caused trouble for myself to enter the door, now return the goods, is there time?"

"No, where can I find such a cheap helper?"

The little girl was grinning, and suddenly lowered her voice, "Zhang Daoyou, I worship you as my master, can I learn from you? Seriously, I'm not kidding."

Zhang Wenfeng stared at the little girl, and rebuffed straight away: "If you talk nonsense, I won't keep you."

Is it possible to worship him as a teacher for a dignified fifth-level master in the previous life?

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(End of this chapter)