Chapter 115: Mystery of Life 2

Wangyuan also fell silent, and the two looked at each other. Suddenly it started to rain outside the window, hitting the window in a pattering pattern. Wangyuan walked aside and said, "Let me make you a pot of tea."

Wang Yuan picked up an old but flavorful wooden teapot and began to make tea for Han Rongxuan silently, seriously and with concentration.

Han Rongxuan felt even more uneasy when he saw this. He walked over, knelt down in front of Wang Yuan, choked and begged Wang Yuan: "Wang Yuan, I beg you, please save Chu Yao! The child cannot live without a mother.

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Child? Wangyuan suddenly seemed to wake up, and suddenly asked: "Child? By the way, how is the child?"

Han Rongxuan replied: "When I first found him, he was already dying of hunger. Fortunately, he is fine now."

Wangyuan took a deep breath and said, "That's good, let's have a cup of tea together."

Han Rongxuan explained: "I'm sorry, I'm really too concerned about Chuyao's situation. I don't think I have time to enjoy tea slowly here. I'm so anxious now that I can't waste a moment. I sincerely hope Wang Yuan you can understand."

Wang Yuan looked at him with a smile in his eyes, even a little reluctant. Han Rongxuan was a little confused. He didn't quite understand what Wang Yuan was thinking and whether he was ready to save Chu Yao.

Wang Yuan slowly poured a cup of tea for Han Rongxuan and said with a smile: "Try it, how does this tea taste?"

Han Rongxuan casually picked up a sip and drank it. He was suddenly hit by a strong sense of bitterness. He opened his mouth slightly and said in disbelief: "I have never drunk such bitter tea."

Wangyuan smiled and said: "Yes, you have never drank such bitter tea, and what you are about to experience will also be pain you have never experienced before. Are you mentally prepared?"

Han Rongxuan immediately replied: "Of course, no matter what happens, as long as I can save Chu Yao, I will do anything."

Wangyuan put down the teacup in his hand and said, "Drink all this pot of tea."

Without saying a word, Han Rongxuan immediately picked up the teapot and poured it down. Instantly, a bitter smell rushed into Han Rongxuan's eyes, ears, mouth and nose. Han Rongxuan endured the bitter taste and said, "Can you tell me now?"

Wangyuan smiled, slowly turned his back, and said something in an extremely calm tone that left Han Rongxuan completely confused: "Go find your father."

Han Rongxuan almost blurted out and asked: "What?"

Wangyuan said: "Only your father can save her. This is the only way."

Han Rongxuan said: "My father has been dead for many years, what do you mean?"

Wangyuan replied: "Your father is Liu Haichuan, who is commonly known as the 'big monster' in the world, not your father."

Han Rongxuan asked in surprise: "What are you talking about? What about Liu Haichuan?"

Wang Yuan smiled and said: "Believe it or not, this is the only way to save Chu Yao now. Weren't you willing to do whatever you said before you drank the bitter tea? Now you regret it?"

Han Rongxuan shouted: "You can ask me to find Liu Haichuan, but why do you have to say that he is my father? What is your intention?"

Wangyuan turned his head and said indifferently: "The bitter tea you just drank will cause poisonous gas in 7749 days, and Wen Chuyao can only last 7749 days at most.

That is to say, if you can't find your father within this time, then the two of you will have to go to hell together."

Han Rongxuan asked reluctantly: "Please tell me clearly, who is whose father?"

Wangyuan replied: "If you don't go, this half-day will be over in an instant."

Han Rongxuan endured his anger, clenched his fists, opened the door suddenly and left the room.

Wangyuan's last words came from behind: "He is at Liluo Temple."

Han Rongxuan left without looking back. He returned to Wen Chuyao's room. Wen Chuyao was still lying there quietly, as if everything outside had nothing to do with her.

Seventy-seven and forty-nine days, is it true or false?

Han Rongxuan didn't want to face this matter, and he didn't want to think about what happened to the "father" Wangyuan mentioned. He wanted to just forget about this matter, and then stay with Wen Chuyao quietly.

Suddenly, the old monk came in again.

Han Rongxuan barely raised his head to look at him.

When the old monk saw Han Rongxuan at this moment, he smiled and said, "You are indeed still here."

Han Rongxuan replied: "So what? Do you think I will believe the nonsense Wangyuan said?"

The old monk smiled and said, "It's exactly what Wangyuan said."

Han Rongxuan ignored him.

The old monk suddenly walked up to Wen Chuyao and suddenly lifted up Wen Chuyao's sleeve. A dark black straight line crawled on Wen Chuyao's arm, like a vicious snake.

Han Rongxuan was almost stunned. He simply couldn't believe that there was such a terrifying thing in Chu Yao's body.

The old monk said: "Did you see it? This is called the heart-attacking snake. I used my internal force to get close to her body to help her reduce the spread of poison. However, now this snake is getting closer and closer to the heart."

Han Rongxuan immediately asked: "So what? What if it's close to the heart?"

The old monk replied: "Once the snake becomes like a heart, her life will not be saved."

Han Rongxuan said again: "Then take out that snake quickly! Hurry!"

The old monk smiled and said, "Take it out, and I'm afraid I won't survive today."

Han Rongxuan simply couldn't accept this fact. He felt obvious pain. This pain reminded him of the bitter tea Wang Yuan had given him to drink just now, and it was painful to his heart.

The old monk said: "I have been advising the donor not to be too stubborn, but just do your best."

Han Rongxuan said feebly: "I know, I'm going there right now, please, please help me take care of her."

The old monk nodded.

Han Rongxuan asked again: "Excuse me, how long does it take to get to Liluo Temple from here?"

The old monk replied: "Horse at high speed without stopping in the middle. It will take about three days to travel."

Han Rongxuan stood up, knelt on the ground solemnly, kowtowed and said, "Thank you!"

After the old monk left, Han Rongxuan and Wen Chuyao said their final goodbyes and resolutely set foot on the road to Liluo Temple.

Along the way, Han Rongxuan hardly ate or drank. Apart from feeding the horses some food, he never rested for a moment.

After three days and two nights, Han Rongxuan successfully arrived at Liluo Temple. It was a quiet and secretive temple. Han Rongxuan walked almost all the way from the foot of the mountain to the entrance of Liluo Temple. The rugged road gave Liluo Temple an even more mysterious atmosphere.

Han Rongxuan dismounted, feeling a little tired. He calmed down, took a sip of water, and then knocked on the door of Liluo Temple.

A man in his fifties opened the door. He had no clothes, not even a cassock. The man asked: "Who is here?"

Han Rongxuan replied: "Han Rongxuan, because his wife was poisoned, she came here to seek help from the master."

The man said coldly: "There is no master here."

Han Rongxuan continued to ask: "Then, is the abbot here?"

The man was still cold and replied in the same tone: "There is no abbot here."

Han Rongxuan asked again: "Are the other monks here?"
Chapter completed!