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Chapter 33 Panasonic asks the sick child and tells the teacher to buy medicine
The boy fell ill, had a high fever, and fell asleep for three days.

Master went down the mountain to buy medicine.

When he came back, he saw the boy running towards him from the foot of the mountain, and said, "Master, my illness is cured!"

Master wiped his sweat and said, "You scared me."

The boy said, "Master, take me to the market to eat glutinous rice balls! I also want to see puppets and monkeys."

Master said, "No problem."

The master and apprentice played in the market until it was dark and sunset before returning.

When he got to the gate of the mountain, the master turned his head and found that the boy was gone, calling left and right but no one was there.

He had no choice but to walk into the Zen room, but saw the boy still lying on the bed with a face as white as paper.Stretching out his hand to touch it, his body temperature was still hot, but he stopped breathing.

He just died.

On May 5, the writer came to Shangqing Temple in the suburbs of Xijing to ask for a lottery.

This Shangqing temple is little known, and the incense is not very popular. In the past, he didn't know about this place, but he occasionally heard it introduced by someone from the company in the past few days. It is said that the lottery here is surprisingly effective.

So he came.

The kind of temples or Taoist temples with grand scenes, rich incense, and many tourists are often not trusted. If they are too popular, they will dilute their air.

The stone steps up the mountain are uneven, and a pinch of weeds emerges from time to time.

Except for him, there was no one on the mountain road, and it was very quiet.A gust of wind from afar swept over the treetops and blew over mightily.Maybe it was because the road was too far, and finally it didn't blow over his head, and it disappeared halfway...

The Shangqing Palace is on the top of the mountain. It is very small, almost a courtyard.There is only one hall, and the three gold characters "Sanqingguan" are written on the plaque on the front of the gate, and the three gods of Yuqing, Shangqing and Taiqing are enshrined in it.

After the writer climbed up, he was exhausted and out of breath.

He walked into the Sanqing Temple, took out incense from his bag, lit it, and bowed devoutly...

At this time, a person walked out of a small dark room next to him.The writer turned around and saw that he was a very old Taoist priest, thin and bony, wearing a blue Taoist robe, with a gray beard and a foot long hair tied in a high bun on the top of his head.His eyes were sunken and very cloudy, and he wondered if he could still see.

He walked over slowly, looked at the writer's face, and said tremblingly: "Benefactor, do you want a lottery?"

The writer hurriedly said: "Yes, I hope the teacher will give me advice."

The old Taoist fumbled around, took a jar of lottery from the incense table, and suddenly approached the writer's clothes, smelling them up and down.

The writer asked: "Master Taoist, what's the matter?"

Old Taoist: "You smell like a mouse."

The writer's expression was a little embarrassed: "No way?"

The old Taoist muttered, "There are so many mice on this mountain. When I was sleeping, they almost made a nest in my hair. I am too familiar with their smell."

The writer couldn't help but look at the old Taoist's long hair, it was really messy.

Now that it's here, the writer must draw a lottery.He stopped pestering the topic of rats, took the lottery pot, and shook it.Finally one fell out, he picked it up and handed it to the old Taoist priest.

Signing is another door of mystery. Now, the writer wants to ask this old Taoist priest to help him find out what mystery is hidden inside.

The old Taoist said: "One sign is 10 yuan."

The writer hurriedly took out the money and handed it over.However, his eyes no longer trust this old Taoist priest who clearly marked the price.

The old Taoist put the money in his pocket, patted it, and then moved closer to the stick, looked at it, and read: "Matsushita asked the sick child, and the teacher went to buy medicine. If you are not in this mountain, you must be late..."

"How to solve this sign?"

"Donor, you are about to suffer from a serious illness, and there is no cure for it!"

"How long have you been cultivating here?" the writer suddenly asked.

"Me? I've never practiced before."

"I do not understand."

"Actually, I'm a beggar. In Xijing, I slept on the side of the road every day. It rained, and there wasn't even a piece of plastic to block the rain. Later, I found this place and lived in it..."

"Then your clothes..."

"This is a relic of the old host from the past."

"Then your hair..."

"There is no barber shop on the mountain. Over time, my hair and beard have grown so long."

The writer came all the way to ask for a lottery, but finally got a beggar!Perhaps, when the beggar was begging for money in Xijing, the writer had met him before, and walked past him without squinting...

He couldn't help but burst out laughing.Then, he took out another 10 yuan from his pocket and stuffed it to the other party.

The old man said seriously, "I can't help you even if you give me money."

"It doesn't matter," said the writer.

The old man said again: "I can only tell you, if you are afraid before death comes, it is too early. After death comes, if you are afraid again, it is too late."

Here is a beggar teaching a writer.The writer laughed again and said, "Thank you for your words. I have to go down the mountain to teach others. Goodbye."

Then, he walked into the door of the Sanqing Temple.

——This door is deliberately mysterious, and it turns out that bamboo sticks are sold inside.

On this day, the writer was too tired from climbing, so he lay down early.

However, he still couldn't fall asleep, so he called Mijia and wanted to talk to her about what happened today.

He asked the other party three words: "What are you doing?"

The other party's answer was just minus one word: "I'm doing it." Then, he hung up the phone.

The writer put down the phone and continued to think about the signing.

When it was almost dawn, the phone rang again. He thought it was Micah, and when he picked it up, he just said "Hello" and didn't speak any more. On that day, Mi Jia told him on the phone that Gu Panpan had been eliminated, and his whole body began to tremble violently...

(End of this chapter)