This Zhenguan is a bit silly

Fang Chengen watched as several greedy monks put the copper coins into their cloth bags.

Listening to the gossip and thief words of several monks, I really couldn't hold back, and let out a cold snort.

"Hmph!" "

Well???

how can there be an echo!"

Fang Chengen looked at his stomach suspiciously.

Is it ventriloquism?

No, I don't think I learned this thing when I crossed over

! No system equals no stunts

! Hmph!

This time I finally understood, it turned out that someone was also despising this group of thieves.

Fang Chengen followed the cold snort and saw that not far behind him, there was a Taoist priest wearing a blue Taoist robe.

Got it!

It turned out to be a Taoist priest.

That's easy to understand.

Miscellaneous hair and thief baldness, as the so-called peers see each other, they are very red-eyed, everyone is doing demagogic business, you start first, it is equivalent to me suffering a loss, there are so many fools, enough for a few people!

Fang Chengen looked at the Taoist priest.

The appearance of this Taoist priest in front of him is still good, at least he looks much better than those fat-headed and big-eared monks.

Kind eyebrows and kind eyes, full of silver hair, the focus is on the fairy wind bones, thin body, at first glance, it is the kind that can't be eaten.

I don't want that group of thieves to be bald, with fat heads and big ears, and red faces, just like the special officials who have just finished eating the high-class specialty small roast chicken.

At this moment, the Taoist priest's face was full of anger, and even the wrinkles on his face were faintly wrinkled into the shape of an angry character.

A pair of eyes were slightly squinted, full of murderous aura, staring at a few monks who were spreading fragrant ash water to the villagers.

It's probably jealousy, or anger...... The monk robbed the business ......

Whether it was a monk or a Taoist priest, Fang Chengen didn't want to provoke.

I just can't afford to ask.

This group of dog things, once provoked them, is like sticking to a dog skin plaster, and they will shed their skin if they don't die.

Who knows which dignitaries are worshipping them?

The Taoist priests won't talk about it, Li Er is their biggest backstage.

Compared with the descendants of his own disciples of Confucius, Li Er is even more hanging, Lao Tzu's grandson.

Li Er's whole family is a relative of the old miscellaneous hairs.

The monks are even more amazing, during the Southern Dynasties, Xiao Yan, the once bewitched Emperor Wu of Liang, used the power of the whole country to worship the monks, and he himself became a monk four times, and finally starved to death in his own palace.

With this ability to fool, I'm afraid that Uncle Benshan will have to buy a pair of crutches if he encounters it.

It is simply easy to fool a powerful person in the Tang Dynasty.

Suddenly, Fang Chengen noticed that the Taoist priest's gaze was looking at him.

couldn't help but feel a little more apprehensive in his heart, Fang Chengen smiled and said hello to him and hid behind Cheng Chuhei.

can't be provoked, the master can always afford to hide.

At this time, a soldier dressed as Zuo Wuwei hurriedly came to the two of them.

"Meet the captain, the little one is ordered by the commander to send you the herb!" The

captain given by Lao Cheng has not been withdrawn, and now Fang Chengen is still Zuo Wuwei's Xuanjie captain.

"Okay, where are the things?" Fang Chengen asked.

"Returning to the school captain, just outside the village!" "

It's good that the grass is here, and it will be sent to Lao Chai's house in a while, and it will be poured for Chai Lingwu's second uncle.

Fang Chengen nodded, walked towards the outside of the village, and asked Cheng Chuji as he walked: "Virgin, do you believe that I may cure smallpox?"

"Believe!" Cheng Chuji nodded without hesitation, for his brother, it was unreserved trust.

Fang Chengen pondered for a moment, slowed down his speech, looked at Cheng Chuhei's eyes, and said seriously word by word: "What I said is possible, and I am not 100% sure that smallpox can be cured."

Cheng Chuhei waved his hand indifferently: "Anyway, it's for Chai Lingwu's second uncle to use medicine, not for my father, why don't I believe it."

"Even if you can't cure it, those imperial doctors in the palace can't do anything, our brothers are cured and that's a credit, if we can't cure it, we will hide far away, who dares to say that we are not unsuccessful, it's not that my Cheng Chuhei is blowing, but if they dare to say that it is the responsibility of our brothers, you see if my father will kill them if he can!"

"Then let's go and send medicine to the second master of the Chai family

!" "Old Fang, how did you get this medicine, can it really be

cured?" "You don't believe me?"

"No, I'm just asking, once it's cured, let my father hurry up and ask for credit for the two of us!"

I don't know if it can be cured, when I was confused for two years, the old fairy in the dream told me that it was the cow in the east of the village that was infected with smallpox, and then it was good to eat this grass, I wondered if the cow could be cured if it was eaten, and this person should be cured if he ate it.

Fang Chengen scratched

his head, and continued: "You say, this second brother of the Chai family, is he comparable to the old scalper?" Cheng Chusi shook his head: "There shouldn't be, let's beat the old scalper, the county order in the county dares to go to Chang'an City to complain, beat Chai Lingwu, it is estimated that the county can beat the gong and drum to send a plaque, beat his second uncle, it should be to send two plaques, if you look at it this way, Chai Lingwu is not as good as the old scalper, Chai Lingwu is not as good as Chai Lingwu, and Chai Er's should be inferior to the old scalper!"

"Oh, then it's okay, let's walk?"

"Let's go!"

The two brothers walked shoulder to shoulder, but they didn't notice that the Taoist priest just now seemed to have heard the conversation between the two, and looked at the direction in which the two left suspiciously.

"What was this little doll talking about just now, he was able to cure smallpox, how could this be possible, this kid wasn't deceiving the old way, right?"

Obviously, the old Taoist priest is the cat, not to mention, this is still a national event related to the life and death of hundreds of people.

The old Taoist priest has been practicing medicine all his life, and he should be sure of the cat that was killed!

"That black boy should be the boss of the Cheng family, the old Taoist has seen it, this little doll and the old Taoist look familiar, why don't you remember which kid it is?" "

I just heard them say that they want to give this medicine to the second child of the Chai family, it should be the unlucky guy infected with smallpox in the Chuang Zi of the Chai family, no, the old Taoist wants to go and see ......

." The old Taoist priest left the crowd and walked in the direction of Chai's Zhuangzi.

And those guards around Chaijia Zhuangzi saw the old Taoist and respectfully sent the old Taoist into the Zhuangzi.

It seemed that the old Taoist priest was very angry at the soldier's obstruction, and kicked the captain a few times.

The captain bowed down to see off the old way with a flattering face, and he didn't have the usual arrogant and domineering appearance at all.

......

Cheng Chusi stared at the broken clay jar in front of him suspiciously.

There was a gurgling sound in the jar, steaming hot, and a foul smell.

The herbs in this jar were plucked out of the cow's mouth.

According to Fang Chengen's thoughts, whether the saliva in the cow's mouth can cure smallpox, or the saliva, or the cow's saliva mixed with the stinging grass, ......

Well, Kangxi only drank the medicinal liquid of the herb, which was just Fang Chengen's bad taste.

"Old Fang, what is picked out of the cow's mouth can really cure smallpox?" Cheng

said suspiciously, how did he think that this medicine jar was disgusting.

"Whatever, pour it on Chai Lao Er

, don't you know!" "If you want to say that this old guy is quite alive, the high fever of these days has not burned this old guy to death!" Cheng

Chuhei said lightly with an expressionless face: "Good people don't live long, and disasters live for thousands of years." "

Then your old Cheng has lived a long life, you can explain the ...... to me

Well, it's all called the Demon King of the Mixed World, so it must live a long ......

"Old Fang, our herb is boiled, how can we send it over when it's finished?" Cheng

Zhihei was like a curious baby, poked Fang Chengen, who was burning the fire, and asked.

Fang Chengen looked around, Jordan Pippen couldn't go, and he had to stay by his side to protect his safety.

Although you yourself are not in the slightest danger, the black and yellow men standing behind you are very imposing.

The men in Guanzhong are generally taller, but Qiao Pi and the others are exceptions, they are really tall, almost two meters.

If it wasn't for Fang Chengen to stop them, these two guys would have been asked to go to the ink knife camp by Cheng Yanjin a long time ago.

After thinking about it, Fang Chengen's eyes fell on Xiao Teng's body.

The others themselves are not at ease, they have to watch Chai Lao Er drink it with their own eyes, and this guy is it.

"Young master......"

Xiao Teng looked at his young master with resentment, Nuo's lips trembled slightly, and he leaned over, not knowing what to say!