Reborn Conceited Soldier

The morning of the second day, Old Li's courtyard was already filled with people. Yesterday's diagnosis had caught everyone's eyes, especially for those minor ailments. The news of a Godly Doctor coming to the Star Cave Village had immediately spread, and there were some people who rushed over overnight to stay at the home of relatives in the Star Cave Village, waiting for the arrival of dawn.    

    

For more and more patients, Sikong Banyu did not choose to act today. Instead, he acted as a spectator. Hua Qingyun knew that Sikong Banyu had great medical skills, but he did not know the extent of it. Yesterday, Sikong Banyu had made his move, but it was just some cold, not worth mentioning.    

    

After everything was left to Hua Qingyun, Chen Niu, and Cat, Sikong Banyu moved a stool over and sat alone on Old Li's two-story house on the street. He looked at the crowded yard and fell into deep thought.    

    

So many people were here to see a doctor. Some of them had serious illnesses that they couldn't completely cure while others were just minor ailments. However, they didn't choose to go to the hospital. Instead, they came here for free. Did they lack the money? Should not be... That was because every family had its own problems.    

    

"Cultivators walk against the heavens and separate from the human world's suffering. They are not tortured by the human world's pain. No... There are also three tribulations of cultivators, the fifth collapse of Heaven, the separation of the Heavenly Dao, and a small portion of the tribulations. They escaped the suffering of one group of people, but entered the suffering of another group of people.    

    

Sikong Banyu was silent, as if something had been touched in his mind. However, he could not figure it out. This was the difference between cultivators and mortals, and also why so many people still risked their lives to walk this path of immortality. Sikong Banyu didn't know.    

    

Perhaps because of the monarch's mood, he felt a kind of dominance, a progress from the common people to the scholars, from the scholars to the officials, but still unable to escape the ruling power of the peaceful crown on top of his head, but what was controlling all life? Heaven and Earth? Perhaps … Maybe not!    

    

Suddenly, the appearance of a figure disturbed Sikong Banyu's thoughts. It was Elder Wu. The Elder Wu of today appeared to be particularly spirited. He didn't have a slovenly leather jacket, but was instead replaced with a Chinese Miao dress with a silk scarf wrapped around his head. Behind him was an old man in his fifties. The old man was short and slightly skinny. His white hair was bald, mixed together with his beard. There was a slight smile on his rosy cheeks.    

    

Just as the two of them walked in, the courtyard immediately quietened down. Everyone turned their heads and greeted, "Greetings Lord Witch Slave."    

    

"Witch slaves?" Seeing this, Hua Qingyun and the rest couldn't help but frown. They raised their eyes to look at Sikong Banyu, who was sitting on the second floor.    

    

Sikong Banyu waved his hand, signalling for them to pay no attention to him. He then stood up and waved his hand towards Elder Wu.    

    

Seeing this, Elder Wu whispered to the servant next to him. The old man then raised his head and looked at Sikong Banyu. He grinned, revealing his yellow teeth.    

    

"Everyone should continue to see the doctor, these people are all good doctors, it is our fortune to be able to come to our place for a diagnosis. Old Li, remember to treat them well, if you need anything, just tell the Patriarch, I will make him do his best to satisfy you." The witch servant waved his hand towards Old Li and said.    

    

Old Li was flattered and quickly said, "Lord Witch Slave is too polite, they are living Bodhisattvas who rescued us, how could we dare to neglect them? Furthermore, these few people are also amiable and not picky. We will properly entertain them, please rest assured, old man. "    

    

"Mm …" "Thank you for your hard work." The Witch Slave smiled and turned around. Under Elder Wu's lead, they walked towards Sikong Banyu on the second floor.    

    

"Brother, who is this Lord Witch Slave to you?" It seems that everyone is very respectful. " Hua Qingyun asked an old man who was checking his pulse with a smile.    

    

Doctor, you are not one of us, so you do not know that Lord Witch Slave is the High Priest's servant. Normally, he would follow the High Priest in his medical practice, treating patients and saving lives, and he would not even need to pay a fee. Many of us here have received the High Priest's teachings and favours.    

    

"Oh?" Hua Qingyun's gaze became serious and he recovered immediately. He continued to ask with a smile, "Then does the High Priest need you for anything?"    

    

The old man shook his head, "No, the High Priest is a real living Bodhisattva. Many people want to thank him for saving their lives. As long as the High Priest asks for it, no one will hesitate. However, the High Priest has never asked for anything from anyone. We have the High Priest here, the heavens have opened their eyes! "    

    

"Is that so? The High Priest is such a benevolent and benevolent healer. If there's a chance, I would like to witness his elegance and learn from him! " Although Hua Qingyun said this, he was actually muttering in his heart. This High Priest was a bit strange! It was not hard to tell from the old man's words that the High Priest had some sort of authority. However, no one would be able to tell what that authority was. He raised his head and looked in Sikong Banyu's direction.    

    

At this moment, Elder Wu had already brought the voodoo servant to the second floor's small building.    

    

"Milord, hello. This is …" Just as Elder Wu wanted to introduce them, he was interrupted by the servant wave his hand.    

    

"You can leave first. I'll have a good talk with this mister." When Elder Wu heard this, he quickly went downstairs after bowing with one hand covering his chest.    

    

Sikong Banyu glanced at the Witch Slave and pulled over a stool. His eyes indicated that he should sit down.    

    

After the witch servant sat down, Sikong Banyu straightforwardly asked: "Witch servant? "Who are you to the High Priest?"    

    

"Servant …"    

    

"Servants?" Although Sikong Banyu had already guessed it, he was still very surprised. If it was in the Vermillion Bird Continent, these two words would be a normal thing, but here, it was not the Vermillion Bird Continent, but a democratic society. The word "servant" had long been submerged, and even if there were people sitting in the same room, their names were not "servant", but "servant", "nanny" or "butler", "servant"? Perhaps it had already become a term that was unfamiliar to him.    

    

"Hehe …" Interesting, if I'm not guessing, this is one of the positions in your family, right? "