Chapter 547: The Miraculous Doctor in the Mountain Village

Outside Qingliu Manor.

A green meadow full of wild flowers.

A short, ordinary-looking young man stared blankly at everything in front of him with disbelief on his face.

He was Lin Damao, who had completed the possession of the body but was far from recovering his peak strength.

Behind him was Chi Shujian, who stood with his hands behind his back, and five late-stage foundation-building cultivators.

These five people were Chi Shujian's right-hand men and one of his most powerful supports on this trip.

"Impossible, impossible, how did he know that I had set up the formation here."

"This bastard not only broke the formation that I had set up, but also took away all the formation flags. He was really fucking awesome!"

Lin Damao's eyes kept flashing. After scolding Zhan Nianchuan in his heart, he began to think hard about how to deal with the current situation.

Chi Shujian, who was standing with his hands behind his back, saw this and said coldly: "Brother Lin, didn't you say you knew where this kid was?"

"Don't blame me, brother Chi. This damn kid is too cunning. Originally, when I was fighting with him, I used my tricks to leave marks on him, so I could follow him all the way. But now I suddenly lost his trace here and can't feel him anymore."

Lin Damao showed an annoyed look on his face, and waved his hands to cast spells one after another.

Naturally, these spells did not have any response.

Looking at Lin Damao deeply, Chi Shujian said lightly: "Then Brother Lin can't find that kid, right?"

"Yes, there is no way. This kid must have found the marks I left on him and tried to erase them." Lin Damao shook his head regretfully, his face full of annoyance and hatred.

His idea now was to find a chance to contact Ye Xueyi and ask her to rescue him. Otherwise, he would never be able to get rid of Chi Shujian. If he really killed that brat, he would be bound by the Heavenly Dao Oath and would be completely reduced to being Chi Shujian's subordinate for the rest of his life.

However, things did not go as he wished. Chi Shujian's next words made his heart sink suddenly.

"In that case, let's try that side. Let's go, Brother Lin."

Seeing Chi Shujian riding a flying boat and taking five late-stage foundation-building cultivators to fly into the air, Lin Damao's face was gloomy and uncertain, and he had to grit his teeth and follow him.

Speaking of which, his situation was extremely bad now. Although Chi Shujian really got him a gold-attributed earth-level magic weapon and a Xuan-level upper-grade protective soft armor, he could not fully exert the power of this magic weapon with his current cultivation and physical condition. What made him feel most helpless was that he did not have a single communication talisman on him, and he could not find a chance to contact Ye Xueyi.

Without asking, he knew clearly that Chi Shujian must have sent someone to find out the origins of the two young men and women a few days ago. This was the only chance to find that boy.

But would this really work? Would this man delay for so many days just for two little guys he had never met before? Lin Damao felt that the possibility was too small.

His primary goal now was no longer to seek revenge on this boy, but how to keep his freedom.

What should he do? Lin Damao looked at the mountains and rivers below the flying boat and fell into deep thought.

......

The red sun was setting in the west, and the sky was full of rosy clouds.

The villagers had finished a day's work, carrying futons and waving fans, and gathered under the big elm tree at the head of the village.

At this time, there were already crowds of people and the atmosphere was warm. Many people greeted each other, talked about the harvest in the fields, and complained about the hot weather.

And more people's words were full of reverence, talking about the miracle doctor who would come to the big elm tree in Luanfeng Village on the evening of the last day of each month to diagnose and treat diseases for free for villagers in the vicinity of dozens of miles.

Looking around, there were thousands of people.

In the distance, countless people were rushing here, and there was no end in sight.

In the middle of the crowd, under the big elm tree, there was a small stone platform that could only accommodate one person lying down.

At this time, an old man with a thin face was sitting on a small stone bench, putting two fingers on the pulse gate of an old woman with a haggard face, but a huge belly and weak breath on the stone platform, and his snow-like long eyebrows were tightly wrinkled.

Several farm men who were obviously the family members of the old woman looked at the old man nervously, afraid that he would shake his head.

Fortunately, after dozens of breaths, the thin old man stood up and paced a few steps, then moved his fingers like the wind, and pressed several key points on the old woman's chest and abdomen several times.

With the fall of the last finger, the old woman who had been sleeping for a long time actually opened her eyes and looked around blankly.

When she saw the thin old man stroking his beard with a smile, the old woman was immediately excited. She got up quickly, pushed away the tribesmen who were happy to help her, and knelt straight down, saying repeatedly: "Thank you, doctor, thank you, doctor."

"Get up quickly, your disease is caused by the invasion of dampness, and you will be fine after some conditioning. I will prescribe you a prescription, boil three bowls of water into one bowl of water and take it." The old man stretched out his hand to support her, and then wrote a prescription with a big pen.

"Thank you, doctor, thank you, thank you!" The old woman held the prescription in her hands with great joy, and thanked the thin old man with her family for a thousand favors before leaving.

Then someone hurriedly carried the sick family member to the stone platform and asked the old man to treat him.

The people who were watching and chatting showed respect in their eyes, and naturally praised the thin old man with emotion. It can be seen that the thin old man has a very high reputation in the Luanfeng Village within a radius of dozens of miles.

More than a thousand feet away, a masked and tall young man stood on a high ground, looking at the lively scene under the big elm tree.

Next to him was a pretty girl weaving a wreath.

She was surrounded by some fragrant and brilliant wild flowers, which she had picked when she accompanied Zhan Nianchuan out before the sun set. Although the light was dim now, she could still weave the wreath based on her senses and memory.

She was born with dexterity and weaved very quickly. It was hard to tell that she had not woven for several years.

"There is something wrong with this old guy." Zhan Nianchuan suddenly said.

The deftly turning hands stopped, and Meng Xiaohua asked in confusion: "Benefactor, are you talking about Mr. Dai, the genius doctor?"

"Yes, it's him. Although I don't know what he wants to do, he definitely has no good intentions." Zhan Nianchuan looked at the thin figure under the big elm tree with a burning gaze.

"But, Divine Doctor Dai cured a lot of people, many difficult and complicated diseases, and even people who were dying were cured by Divine Doctor Dai."

"You are right, he did cure a lot of people, because he is a cultivator in the foundation building stage, and a pharmacist who is well versed in refining elixirs." Zhan Nianchuan confirmed Meng Xiaohua's statement, and then changed the subject, "But what you don't know is that every time he treats a villager, he will suck a drop of blood from the wrist of a villager he has never treated before, and then eject it into his sleeve."

This sentence scared Meng Xiaohua. She had never imagined that Divine Doctor Dai, who was deeply respected by the villagers, would be a blood-sucking demon. She couldn't help but pull Zhan Nianchuan's sleeve and asked nervously: "My benefactor, you are not mistaken, we are so far away, and Divine Doctor Dai has never harmed anyone."