MTL - The Legend of the Witch Girl-Chapter 80 Sickness of love

In the prime minister's office, the prime minister was unaware of the fact that he was being drugged because of his busy business. The situation was urgent, but he suddenly vomited blood, which shocked Bai Yi and others, after he invited the doctor.

"Master Xiang Xiang came down to be fragrant. Listening to it is not a big deal, but this fragrant incense, a little red crane crown is added to the potion, and they impact each other. Master Xiang ...... is very dangerous." Looked sadly at the unconscious husband, he shook his head.

"Is there any cure?" Bai Yan said anxiously, watching Dad's pale face.

"There is a fairy grass in the Shangling Temple, which should be saved, but the Lord Prime Minister can last up to seven days." He thought carefully and looked at Baiji hopefully. Could it be ""

"Then, I hope the doctor can delay for a while, I will definitely return with that fairy grass."

There is only one way, so be it, wait for me to return.

"Here are the drawings. I heard that it is not safe over there. The girl thinks of herself." He handed the drawings in the medicine chest to Bai Ao. After thanking her, she looked at his wife.

"Auntie, take good care of your father, your daughter will go back when she goes."

Within the capital, everything was sinking. After Bai Ye settled things, he changed into a man's clothing, and went to Shangling Temple with cold wind and blue screen.

The three men are very mighty, and there are many shops on both sides of the streets passing by. The dusk of the sunset is lightly sprinkled on the red bricks and green tiles or the bright-eyed roof cornices, giving this flourishing Luoyang city The evening scene adds a bit of hazyness and poetry.

They rushed to the Temple of the Gods near Tianming overnight, and saw the dilapidated house that seemed to stand for centuries under the towering Junshan Mountain.

Entering the temple gate, crossing the threshold, there is a statue of Shakyamuni in front, which looks unsightly, and there are several monks next to them who are meditating while meditating.

There are also six characters on the wall of the Shangling Temple, "South without Amitabha Buddha." Over time, the wooden stakes of these buildings have peeled off and they are very worn.

"Dare to ask, where is the fairy grass?" Bai Yan looked at the blue screen and said to the monk, but no one responded. The monk was silent.

Suddenly, the bells of the temple fell into Leihong's ears. After a while, it seemed that the ears seemed to reverberate the "Dang, Dang" bells.

Looking up at the temple roof is dazzling. The Buddha ’s raised faces are like countless stars in the summer night sky. They have different looks, various poses, some infiltration, and a little terror.

Suddenly the cold wind heard some footsteps, walked out of the temple and caught a young monk, threatening by pulling his neck: "Where is the fairy grass! Come on!"

"I don't know, ... who are you then ...?" Said the little monk, wincing and looking at the pedestrian.

"Take us to your abbot here." Bai Yan asked Leng Feng to put him down, and then looked at him with a smile, his curved eyebrows were very beautiful.

He nodded and took them along the rugged road, also talking about the origin of this temple. It turned out to be a very gorgeous and popular temple, but after a troubled time, it also experienced a large wave of sand and sand, and now it is disabled A nucleus is very sad.

"Then why don't you relocate?" The blue screen was very puzzled, looking at this dilapidated temple, which was half dilapidated than their Wuthering Horde.

"Nostalgic here, the temple here is still strong, the incense is not extinguished, the donor may wish to worship, it is accurate." He was proud to smell the unique fragrance of the mountains.

"Just for the incense and nostalgia?" The cold wind was puzzled. Now the monks are so clean and self-disciplined?

"Of course not only, but also my family, elders, we should be here, isolated from the world, which is also good." He looked at the distance and beckoned, "Brother ..."

Seeing three people asking for the cause of the accident, they took them to a small river. I saw the river, and an old man who poured out Shenlang stood in the middle without a drop of water on his body.

"Abbot, we are an ordinary mortal who comes from outside, come here to find a fairy grass. Is there any solution?"

Her voice is like Jade jade knocking on ice, jade and ice cubes, as if the tone is rhythmic and loud and beautiful, it is also very impressive.

"Fairy grass?" The old man jumped down, and flew up from the river to get in front of them.

The old man groaned for a moment, the old voice sounded, "In the cave between the rivers, just go in. If you can't get in, you can't help it."

Sleeve the air sleeves, fluttering in the wind, and more like the elder fairy, leaving them to look at each other, so easy to tell them? impossible.

Just a brief glance, the fish and fine stones under the river can see every detail of them: the scales of the fish are shiny, and the texture of the stones is delicate and elegant. The flowing glass on the river surface is flawless, clean and transparent, making people's mood clear.

Looking at the rushing river, Bai Yan was very worried. How could he possibly reach the other shore through such a long distance? Even she had no confidence in witchcraft, looking at the blue screen and cold wind, thinking of countermeasures.

"The two of us first blocked the decline of the water flow with sword gas. Young master, you will protect us with witchcraft, and then we will try."

Blue screen thought about calmly speaking, looking at the river, the two of them snorted and breathed, using swordsmanship, they seemed to be combined with each other like a water dragon, rushing towards the river, Bai Zhi saw the time to mature, chanting the spell, Cross your hands and protect their success.

Very well, they entered the cave without any problem, but they were soaked in the whole body. The inside of the cave was also full of snow and ice. It was definitely not a world with the outside.

Fiercely, the cold wind held a strong and powerful fairy grass in both hands in a mud corner, and then Bai Ye saw them beckoning to her, exhausting all their life strength, and escorting them back.

They were completely weak, and the six gods had no master. After the rest was over, they looked at the surrounding scene with interest.

Verdant peaks encircle a clear river, along the banks of the river, Ming and Qing-style buildings, dimly identifiable ancient kiln sites, desolate and thick Huizhou ancient commercial roads, or dense, or star-falling, all seeing Ancient style and ancient charm.

The ancient green is quietly spread out, the reeds are swaying in the evening wind, and countless gentle arrows are shot at the years, at the vast sky and water ...

This is how the white magpie got the fairy grass.