Chapter 354 Lightly crushed
"Come on, try this, I specially picked the tenderest batch of picks, it will be delicious." The old priest took the pot wrapped in wet cloth to the table and added a large bowl of hot soup to each of the two guests' bowls. "How is it? Have you found what you want?"
"Thank you for your help. These documents are of great significance and will let the monastery understand this land." Dominic scooped up the peas at the bottom of the soup bowl, stuffed a spoon into his mouth, and chewed it mechanically.
The beans that were just picked during the day were crispy, tender and sweet. It was excellent enough to season them with just a little salt, but he really had no appetite.
Whisk the spoon in the soup and bump the edge of the bowl. The foam rotates and gathers into the middle, condensing into a shape that easily evokes associations.
The dizziness that was caught off guard caused him to feel nauseous and retching, as if it was not the pea soup that was stirred, but the soft tissue that was faintly painful in his head.
"Young man, you don't look good." The priest helped Dominic up his upper body in time to prevent him from falling into the bowl. "If you are not in a hurry, it's better to take a few days off before going. "It's not a bit careless about walking on the mountain road. Monte left us too early because of this incident. I've only been here for a few years. "The whole village went up the mountain to search for it spontaneously for a few days, but unfortunately I couldn't even find the body."
The priest touched Dominic's palm and forehead, which was so cold that it was scary, sweat oozing out, and his skin was as wet and cold as an eel caught from ice water.
So bad signs. Most patients who have had similar symptoms in the past are severe trauma and end-stage of serious illness. Life is lost with the temperature in the body, and prayer and medicine cannot be saved.
However, when he looked at the young monk, he did not see the indifferent expression of his consciousness moving away. On the contrary, his eyes were extremely bright.
When you peek into the owner's thoughts through them, you will see a brilliant fire through the glass window.
That is not a candle, it is the pillars, beams and woods of the building that are burning.
The owner of consciousness and body seemed to be completely unaware of his situation and was trying to get to the water cup that was close enough for the second time.
Field and the times were exhausted, so he put the edge of the cup to his mouth and fed two mouthfuls of warm water.
"Don't..."
Before the priest's dissuasion, Dominic started to choke and cough violently, using facts to prove the danger of feeding patients with movement coordination disorders at will.
"Sorry, sorry!" Field quickly apologized, not knowing whether it was to his companions and priests, or to a leader of a knight regiment who had emphasized relevant first aid knowledge many times.
However, this choking cough seemed to activate the body's instinct to regulate. The soaring breathing heart rate made the face rosy quickly, no longer like a wet and cold ghost emerging from the heavy rain. "I think we should return to the monastery as soon as possible, where the best medical conditions and top-notch doctors are there." The improvement of the companion was relieved, but Field, who calmed down, immediately thought of more.
When there is a sudden emergency, there is actually not much difference in this mountain village church and is not able to deal with it.
The person should be transported to a place where further treatment can be done while the condition is stable. "Don't pay attention to the report, borrow a donkey cart tonight and leave at dawn." Although there is no direct evidence, it is becoming more and more obvious that something is wrong after they make some or perhaps a few wrong choices.
No matter how dull you are, you cannot pretend to be deaf and dumb to all this or explain it as a pure coincidence.
The monastery is the best shelter at this moment, both physically and mentally.
"No."
Field tightened his wrist and looked down and found Dominic holding him.
"Go to the next destination, I feel like we're about to find it, it's almost time."
"What did you find?"
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"I found two pieces of broken stone, a few pieces of scrap copper and iron, a piece of pottery, and half a basket of shrimps and crabs. Unfortunately, I couldn't eat it."
Kupu stood in the cool and clear mountain stream with his trouser legs rolled up.
I didn't expect that there were streams in the valley under the cliff. The skill of finding things in the water was useful. It was easy to draw a lot of dull crustaceans that had not been disturbed by humans for a long time, which looked quite suitable for making soup.
Unfortunately, this is in a place where there is a suspicion of being "affected". He soaked the basket back into the water, and the little creatures favored by the miracle of life fled in all directions. There were only a few small things that were suspected to be artificial in the basket, waiting to be taken back to identify the craftsman.
Yvonn's progress was not great. Only two large pieces of stone with artificial chopping traces were found on the shore. Perhaps it was rolling along the rock wall and was peeled off the layers of stone, which were bumpy and damaged.
The wreckage can prove that there are indeed damaged artificial buildings, but it is far from enough to put together a tower.
Perhaps the direction of the building collapse is not the cliff, so few parts fall down.
But there was no cleaned waste on the top of the mountain and inside and outside the monastery, only an empty foundation for people to imagine.
Yavon forced the stone to turn it around a few times. After finding nothing special, he jumped up and sat down for a while, and expressed his hope to listen to a new story to his fellow monks.
Who would reject such a request?
Besides, telling some holy scriptures is a professional habit of monks. They are happy to repeat the miracles and holy traces that have been recited countless times to anyone.
These stories are mostly obsolete and have too much preaching meaning. They talk about how the saints are suspected and cure diseases in front of everyone.
"A man came with a lame patient. St. Paul looked at him closely and touched his affected area. Seeing that he had confidence that he could be cured, he shouted, "At up, stand up straight," and the man jumped up and walked without any obstacles."
Kup hid his face behind the basket and made a hidden ridicule.
He was lame and saw him many times, mostly because of improper reset after breaking, which led to various abnormalities after healing. You can even feel abnormally broken corners and enlarged callus through the flesh.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Saint Paul's skill in one sentence has to break the wrong bones again and connect them again.
When he thought of the scene where the Heavenly Father beat the cripple's bad legs with an orthopedic hammer, he couldn't hold back, but there were too many monks present, and the smile was obvious and it was easy to destroy the relationship between colleagues. He could only lower his head and pretend to be searching in the water.
But Yvonne has not yet desensitized to this kind of plot, and even after listening to it, he can learn from it and propose analogies. "My mentor can do it too."
She saw with her own eyes how Craft made his inactive arms as flexible as before by just "touching" a child's elbow joint.
The monks also laughed kindly, and no one would offend Heavenly Father because of their children's opinions.
But they still have to correct this wrong view: "Yes, Mr. Craft is very skilled in medical skills and has heard in the church. But the power of ordinary people is indeed impossible to compare with the Father."
"The power of the Lord can cure all diseases, make the blind person bright and the tongue-tied person speak, expel the high fever in the body of the acute patients, revive the dead who have lost their lives, and even calm the plague on the earth."
This is indeed nothing to be said, and others have saints as evidence. Yvonne opened his mouth and couldn't say anything to refute.
Kup continued to search in the water, regretting that he had not gone to the manor to save time and called the two monks who were stationed there.
The cold stream water made the calf numb and painful, and it was probably going to get cramps. Even the northerner couldn't stand it. He found a stone higher than the water nearby and sat on it, lifted his legs out of the water and drained them.
But he seemed to overestimate the stability of temporary seats. The stone with unstable foundations led the man to the side, rolled into the stream, almost pressing his left leg, and could send him back to the monastery to wait for the holy trace.
The mud below the stone was washed away with the water, and several light yellow objects that were originally pressed floated up and floated onto their faces. "What's the matter?" Kup took off one of the unknown objects, which was light enough to be a bit counterintuitive. He bought it with non-stone or wood. Some of them were smooth on all sides, some were rough and thorny, as if they were broken from somewhere.
Turn things to the rough side and find that the roughness is brought by the porous loose sponge-like structure.
It looks like a broken bone, but it is much lighter than the bones he has touched, and even lighter than the remains of those insect-boring rats that have been bitten for many years in Dunling Catacomb.
Craft once mentioned that birds are lighter than ordinary animals, but in terms of shape and size, he could not think of any bird that could grow like this.
And I don’t know if it’s the sequelae of learning more about anatomy recently, but I always feel it looks familiar.
He stood up and walked tremblingly to the muddy water puddle left by the rocks. There were many similar things inside. Small pieces of them were merging with mud and sand, drifting down from the edge of his legs, leaving a fine and light sharp feeling when he rubbed across his skin. "Come here." Kup waved to the shore and added, "Hurry up, throw a sieve first."
Before we knew it, it was New Year's Eve. The endless snake in the night wished you all the wisdom and inspiration in the Year of the Snake! Of course, the most important thing is to be healthy!
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