But An Yi and Jigong were having a drink together. As time went by, more and more people came to eat in the restaurant. Not only that, more and more wine jars were placed on the tables of the two, and they were full of rows. This shocked the restaurant, no matter what the restaurant came first or later, and stared at the two of them in horror.

"Brother Wang, why do you think they have such a big belly? Are you not afraid of being overwhelmed?" a man asked his companion in a low voice.

The companion surnamed Wang shook his head and said, "I don't know, let's ignore him. Today is the year of imperial examinations. You and I should have a meal quickly and go to review my homework after I finish eating."

"Okay, but...ah... I heard that this year's imperial examination was invigilated by Lord Fang, and he was a member of the Qin Prime Minister. This is not a blessing for my poor scholars!"

"Brother Huang is careful..."

The two of them had very little voices, and no one heard them. There were old, young, grandchildren and grandchild at the table beside them. The granddaughter stared at her big eyes curiously and asked the old man beside her: "Grandpa, do you think they are monsters?"

The old man's face changed, he hurriedly covered his granddaughter's mouth, looked at him secretly, and saw that An Yi and the others did not pay attention to him, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and scolded in a low voice: "Lian'er, don't talk nonsense. If they hear it...you... forget it, eat quickly, and we'll leave quickly after eating..."

"Oh..." the little girl agreed honestly, but her big eyes still glanced at An Yi and the other two from time to time.

There are many conversations like this, but everyone is afraid of getting into trouble and their voices are extremely low. But even if they are low, how can they escape their ears with Anyi and his two-person cultivation?

An Yi glanced at the people who were talking in a low voice, and did not blame them for their "monster" words. He shook his head and smiled at Ji Dian on the opposite side, "Crazy Monk, let's stop here today. Otherwise, he would have caused some trouble."

Although Jigong was crazy, he did not refute and nodded, "Well, let's drink here first today. Next, we will go find a daughter for Old Man Dong to avoid him from thinking about it!"

Dong Shihong was listening to the words and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He had been anxious for a long time. In addition, being watched by so many people, his whole body was extremely awkward. If he hadn't been looking for An Yi and the others to help find his daughter, he would have run away. At this time, he heard that the two of them finally said they wanted to leave, so he stood up quickly. But unexpectedly, Jigong suddenly waved his hand and said, "Let's gourd!", and then took off the gourd at his waist and called the waiter, "Waiter, give me this gourd wine to the monk!"

The waiter agreed from afar, jogged all the way, took the gourd from Jigong's hand, and then jogged back all the way to the wine cabinet to fill Jidan with wine.

An Yi looked at all this with a smile, but didn't know what Ji Dian was thinking. But after a while, a sudden scream rang out from the wine cabinet. An Yi turned his head and saw that the waiter was talking to the shopkeeper at this time. The two of them were full of surprise and suspicion. Between them, there was the gourd of Ji Duke. An Yi's thought turned around and a trace of understanding flashed in his eyes.

If he guessed correctly, Jigong's wine gourd would not be filled with it.

As expected, after this thought had just turned around in his mind, the shopkeeper over there said something to the waiter. The waiter shook his head and waved his hand, looking at Jigong's face full of fear. The shopkeeper's face turned black and cursed a few times, carefully holding up the gourd and walked towards Anyi and the others.

When he walked to Jigong, the old shopkeeper looked mournful and said, "King, grandpa, let us go. Our small business can't make much money. We pretend to be dissatisfied with your gourd. Please be kind and compassionate. We don't want this meal. You can leave quickly!" As he spoke, he obviously regarded Anyi and the others as monsters, otherwise how could the king come out?

An Yi laughed a lot while watching, Ji Dian laughed loudly, saying, "Old shopkeeper, don't panic. Monk, I am Daoji, Lingyin Temple, not a mountain king, nor a monster. You can record the money for this wine first, and I will pay it back to you when the monk has the money."

The old shopkeeper didn't know whether it was true or not, and he didn't say whether it was right or wrong. He just responded casually, hoping that they would leave soon.

An Yi shook his head slightly, looked at the sky outside, and said, "Crazy Monk, it would be too late if he didn't leave. I'm going to visit someone in the middle of the night, but I may not be able to see you."

When Dong Shihong heard this, he looked anxious and wanted to urge him. He was also a little scared of them now, so he had to look at Daoji pitifully.

The monk Ji Dian grinned and said, "Well, monk, I won't be fooled with you. Dong Shihong, don't worry, let's go now." As he said that, he took the gourd and left his waist, but saw An Yi getting up and walking out, and swaying and following him.

After leaving the restaurant, this time it was replaced by An Yi. I think Jigong wanted to see his Taoist practice and whether he really calculated Dong Yuer's location.

Anyi was not afraid at all. He knew when he read the original work that Dong Yuer was at Zhao Wenhui's house now, and as for how to get to Zhao Wenhui's house, it would be even simpler.

There is a chapter of the Book of Humanity. As the first of the Chinese sutras, the Zhou Yi is common in any ancient mythological background. Therefore, An Yi immediately sets the hexagram with the name, dividing the number of strokes of the surname by the remainder of 8 as the upper hexagram, and dividing the number of strokes of the name by 8 as the lower hexagram. Finally, the Tianze "Lu" hexagram is obtained, with Ze as the main, Xu as the west, so Zhao Wenhui's family should be in the west, Tian is the guest, Qian as the father, so he should meet the old man...

While An Yi was calculating, he arrived in an alley soon. At this time, an old man in brown robe walked past several people. An Yi paused and looked forward. He saw a gate on the north side of the road, with dozens of family members standing inside, with plaques hanging on the door and entrusted the words Zhao Mansion. He knew he had arrived.

At this time, Ji Dian walked up, his face full of oil and could not tell what his expression was. He smiled at An Yi: "Taoist, I didn't expect you to have two brushes." An Yi smiled and didn't say anything. Ji Dian turned to Dong Shihong who had been following him and said: "Old man Dong, if you want to see your daughter, you stand here. Someone comes out to ask you for your birthday and age, and you will say. As long as you say, I will ask you father and daughter to meet today and meet your flesh and blood."

Dong Shihong looked at Jigong hesitantly, then turned to Anyi and waited for him to speak.

Compared to Ji Dian, Dong Shihong is more willing to believe in Anyi. After all, he is very handsome, Anyi will leave Jigong in countless streets.

Jigong was not angry when he saw this, and also turned his head to Anyi, wanting to see what his opinion was. Anyi certainly would not continue to remain silent, and nodded to Dong Shihong with a smile. He recognized Ji Dian's opinion. After that, the two left Dong Shihong in place and went to the Zhao Mansion together.

As soon as they arrived in front of Zhao's mansion, An Yi and the others had not yet walked up the steps. The gatekeeper saw it inside and walked out to ask them about their purpose.

Ji Dian said, "I heard that the old lady in a noble house is seriously ill and may die. So I came to see your master and treat the old lady."

The concierge was an old man in his forties. When he heard what Ji Dian said, he shook his head and said, "Monk, you came here unfortunately. My old lady was indeed seriously ill because my little master was seriously ill and felt sorry for her grandson. But at this moment, my master was not at home. Instead, he went to Su Junwai's house in northern Jiangsu. His old lady was also sick. He invited a famous doctor named Li Huaichun, nicknamed Sai Shuhe. I heard that this person was proficient in Qihuang's arts. My master just went to the Su house to invite him, but he has not come back yet..."

As he was talking, suddenly a sound of horse hooves came, and there were many hits.

An Yi turned his head and saw a group of horse riders coming to the south, most of whom were the leaders of the three. He knew it in his heart. This was what the concierge said about Li Huaichun, Su Beishan, and Zhao Wenhui back.

I saw a white horse in front of me, with fair facial features and white face without beards. I was about thirty years old, according to the original description. This person should be the doctor, Sai Shu and Li Huaichun; the second person is in his forties. His face is like Gu Yue, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. The three long beards float on his chest should be Su Beishan; the third person has white face and long beards, with fair facial features and a rich and noble person dressed up, so naturally he is the master Zhao Wenhui here.

The three of them were surrounded by servants. Seeing An Yi, Ji Dian was blocking the door. Zhao Wenhui rode his horse over the northern mountain of Suzhou. Li Huaichun stepped forward and said, "Two masters, now I have an urgent matter. I asked the sir to treat my mother, so I asked you to come and beg for alms again next day. It won't work today."

Jigong glared at his eyes and said, "Who said that monk, I am here to beg for alms? I came today to treat the old lady of the mansion!"

Zhao Wenhui's expression froze when he heard this. He looked at Jigong up and down. Seeing that he was covered in ragged clothes and hat, he looked like a beggar, he shook his head unconsciously. He thought to himself that he was like this, what can I do? He waved his hand and sent him: "Monster, don't joke, the gentleman I invited here is a famous doctor in a contemporary way. Go, I don't need you."

While speaking, Li Huaichun had already come close to the front of Subeishan. Zhao Wenhui ordered the gatekeeper to drive Jigong away, and let Li Huaichun and the others enter the mansion. An Yi stood up at this time, stopped Li Huaichun, and smiled and said, "Sir, since you are a famous doctor, I will ask you a medicinal herb. What disease may you have to treat?"

Li Huaichun felt a little surprised. Seeing An Yi and Ji Dian were walking with each other, he felt a little dissatisfied, but he still nodded politely and said, "Please say, if you know something, you will have something to answer." A trace of inaccurate confidence was revealed in his words.

An Yi smiled silently, knowing that Li Huaichun was the most famous doctor in the world, and his medical skills were beyond his reach. Only Jigong's Buddhism could surpass him. However, as a mortal, he was proud of himself. At least there were not many medicinal herbs in the world that he could not recognize.

But he did not intend to take Li Huaichun's medicinal materials in a regular manner, but thought of a sentence from Jigong in the original work.

Jigong has always been crazy, and what he asked is naturally not a good thing. Since he wanted to disrupt the plot, he naturally took the initiative to do what Jigong did, so that Jigong had nothing to do.

An Yi smiled slightly, and faced Li Huaichun who looked relaxed and waited for him to ask questions, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What disease can you cure for new hot steamed buns?"

Li Huaichun was stunned when he heard this. Unexpectedly, An Yi would ask such a question. He thought about it and finally smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Taoist, don't joke about it. This steamed bun is not a medicinal material, what diseases can it cure."

Not only him, but no one present thought that steamed buns could cure diseases. Even Jigong was stunned for a moment, and the fan in his hand was paused.

An Yi turned his head to Ji Dian at this time, raised his chin and said, "Monk, tell them what disease can steamed buns cure."

Ji Dian's strange eyes rolled, and the fan in his hand continued to sway, shaking his head and said, "The newly released steamed buns - cure hunger!"

Everyone was speechless when they saw the two of them working so closely, thinking that the steamed buns cured hunger, and boiled water cured thirst!

Zhao Wenhui did not want to delay his mother's condition. Seeing An Yi and the others stayed on their way, they felt anxious. Li Huaichun saw his embarrassment and said, "Forget it, since they insist on following, Zhao Yuanwai let them follow!"

Zhao Wenhui nodded. The reason why he didn't dare to agree before was because he was afraid of being evil to Li Huaichun. Now that Li Huaichun spoke first, he naturally had no objection. He led a crowd to walk into the yard.

Through the flowers all the way, he came to the upper room where the old lady lived, and a maid presented tea. Then Li Huaichun began to treat the old lady. An Yi, Ji Dian stood behind and watched. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!