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Uncle Liu San said that and took Yin Kong to Grandma Kuai Cai's house.

Although the families in the village are not rich, this family is obviously the poorest.

The yard was dilapidated and there was not even a single piece of the wall intact, and it was falling down.

The gate of the courtyard was nailed with wooden strips and tied with a few hemp ropes. You can kick it into pieces with just one kick.

The two small low houses, with snow on the roofs, almost overwhelming the house.

Uncle Liu San entered the yard and said loudly: "Grandma Bittercao, Xiao Zongzi, you are here!"

An old lady asked through the window, "Who is here? He is Uncle Liu!"

As I spoke, I entered the house. I was so poor that I didn’t even have a stool. I only lit a soybean oil lamp, and the room was very dark.

An old lady in her sixties and seventies sat in the kang, with her bedding covered her legs in a torn manner.

A child stood on the ground, wearing a patch-stacked dress. He hooked his head and ignored others.

Grandma Kuai Cai was surprised to see Monk Yin Lekong and asked, "Why did his third uncle come to my house? Who is this one?"

"This monk is here to treat you, and his methods are very clever. Didn't Qianjie Huzi's waist twist? He didn't dare to move for several months. He didn't get a few moves and it didn't hurt at all."

He said, "Grandma Bittercao," and said, "I haven't forgotten to chant the Buddha's name."

"We just remembered that your old cold legs were broken again, so we asked someone to come and have a look." Uncle Liu rubbed his hands and said, "You have agreed not to charge money, so you don't have to be afraid."

After hearing this, Grandma Kuai Cai chanted Buddha several times and said, "This is really God who pitys me! I said today that I am afraid I can't survive this winter. I'm dying but I'm entrusted to give birth, but who will this child be left to?"

He started crying as he said that.

"When people are sick, they like to think about the bad things. Isn't your savior here?" Uncle Liu smiled and pointed at Monk Yin Kong and said, "You should turn on the lanterns so that everyone can see clearly."

After hearing this, Grandma Kuai Cai quickly agreed, pulled out the wooden hairpin from her head, and picked the wick up, and the light became brighter.

"You must boil more hot water and soak the knees below you in the water." Yin Kong said: "You can apply the needle after soaking for half an hour."

"I'll go and boil water." Uncle Liu San said: "You can also take a look at the fairy."

"Zongzi quickly help your third grandfather carry firewood." Grandma Kucai called her own grandson: "Didn't you hear that your third grandfather still wants to see the fairy?"

The child raised his head when he heard the word "Fairy" and slowly went outside.

"This child painted a fairy on the wall of the stove. Everyone in the village said it was good and came to see it from time to time, all of which were taken as if it was a painting. I also said why didn't I come today? It turned out that the monk was here." Grandma Kuai Cai said with a smile.

The little grandson was stupid, and the only thing that made her feel relieved was that this child could draw.

During the holidays, some people ask to help paint door gods. If you have more than one year, you are all fellow villagers in the village and don’t have to pay any money. They just take some eggs and buns to exchange.

I boiled the water for a while, but fortunately there was a broken wooden barrel at home, so I used it to fill the hot water.

Monk Yinkong put a few medicinal herbs in it, but Grandma Bittercao and the others didn't recognize it.

Her old cold legs are so powerful that she doesn't feel hot when putting her feet in with such hot water.

Then Monk Yin Kong carefully treated Grandma Kuai Cai, and took it out of the medical box he brought with him to use moxa velvet and stone needles.

He took out half of the white candle, because the lights at Grandma Bichon’s house were still not bright enough.

Under the bright candlelight, Monk Yinkong lit the moxa velvet and put the stone needle on it to heat it up.

The room was filled with the fragrance of mugwort, with a little fireworks, which caused Liu San's cough a few times.

"Don't be afraid, old man, I found the correct acupoint and it won't hurt if I pierced it." Monk Yin Kong said.

"I'm not afraid of hurting me. To be honest, these two legs hurt so much that I wish I could saw them off every day. Moreover, the pain of curing diseases is different from the pain of long-term diseases. The more painful it is, the better the disease." said Grandma Kuai Cai.

He also ordered his grandson: "Good boy, go and bring water to the monk and your third grandfather."

But the child stood there, as if he hadn't heard it.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I can't even drink saliva." Grandma Kuai Cai was very sorry.

"Treatment is important, don't worry about these things." Uncle Liu San said from the side.

The stone needles in Monk Yinkong's hand were of the black color, each of which was three inches long.

When he applied the needle, he was very light and seemed to have no force, so the long needles were stabbed in.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Grandma Bicheng had needles on several acupoints from her knees to her soles.

"Oh, this is so amazing!" Grandma Kuai Cai said in surprise: "Why do I feel the air conditioning upward along the needle's eye?"

"That must be the cold air going out," Uncle Liu smiled and said, "What did you say earlier? I'm so sensible!"

"Myster, thank you very much!" Grandma Kucai thanked her sincerely, and then begged: "I am not satisfied with my old lady. Can you see if my little grandson has any treatment?"

When she said this, Uncle Liu San had already pulled the little rice dumpling over.

The child especially dislikes contact with people and staggers to avoid them.

Monk Yin Kong called his pulse, then straightened his head and looked at it.

He shook his head helplessly and said, "This child is born with a natural temperament, and I'm afraid it won't be cured."

Grandma Kuai Cai sighed and said, "It was my delusional thoughts, and I also know that he is not a disease. If a fool can cure it, there will be no disease in this world that is difficult to cure."

"This child is not stupid, he is just a withdrawn person." Monk Yin Kong corrected: "If he likes to do whatever he likes, he will do it without being restrained. Maybe he will get better slowly if he grows up."

"He only likes to draw." Liu Sanbo said: "The painting is really good. If you don't believe it, come and take a look."

As if she wanted to make Da Cai grandma happy, Uncle Liu enthusiastically pulled Monk Yin Kong and asked her to go outside to see the paintings painted by Xiao Zongzi.

Monk Yin Kong was unable to refuse his affection, so he walked out with him.

Uncle Liu held a candle in his hand and pointed to the blackened wall next to the stove and said, "Please look at the eminent monk. This fairy is painted like a living one."

It’s more like scraped out than painting.

I don’t know what the child was using, but a vivid beauty was scraped out from this smoky wall.

His eyebrows and eyes are smiling and his figure is charming.

"Look at these eyebrows, eyes, and the folds on the clothes." Uncle Liu's hand gestured and said, "It's so fucking..."

When he turned around, he found that Monk Yin Kong was staring at the portrait on the wall in a daze, as if his entire soul had been sucked over.

"Mystery, what's wrong with you?" Uncle Liu San asked carefully.

"Who is this person? Where is she?" Yin Kong couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes as he spoke.
Chapter completed!