Xiaohong couldn't wait to pick up a piece of pastry, put it in her mouth and chew it, while eating, exclaiming: "Well, it's really delicious! My unhappiness just now was dispelled by this deliciousness." Her face was filled with a happy smile.
Song Shuwen couldn't help laughing when he looked at Xiaohong.
After a while, Ouyang Linlin frowned, with confusion in her eyes, and hugged her hands on her chest and analyzed: "Can it be that the king and the temple conspired to deliberately create the murder of the abbot and deliberately keep us behind?"
Xi Yu nodded slightly, with a serious expression on his face. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Maybe there is such a possibility, but don't make any judgments."
Xiaohong suddenly blinked her eyes, and a smile of indifferent appeared on her face, changing her statement: "It doesn't matter if you stay, you have food and drink anyway."
Her words made everyone laugh, and the laughter echoed in the air.
At night, a monk lowered his eyebrows and looked at him, holding the food firmly with both hands, and walked hurriedly.
Xi Yu's face, which was originally calm, instantly pulled down, his eyebrows tightly twisted into a bump, and his eyes were full of anger.
He stood up with a "scarlet" and clenched his fists with both hands and said loudly: "Although I am willing to cooperate with the investigation, it does not mean that I can stay without a bottom line! It is impossible to investigate clearly in the temple, that is because they have no ability!"
He thought angrily: What's going on? Can you be trapped here all the time?
When everyone on the side heard Xi Yu's words, their faces also showed either anxiety or anger.
The monk who delivered the meal closed his hands together, pronounced the Buddha's name, lowered his eyes, and said apologetically: "Amitabha Buddha, I am a monk's Dharma name Jiu Dazhi. When you encounter such a thing, you will be wronged by all donors. I feel sorry. If you can't find anything tomorrow, let the donors leave." After that, he was about to turn around and leave.
Xi Yu stepped forward and blocked Jiu Dazhi's way. He stared at him with a close eye and asked anxiously: "How did the abbot die?"
A hint of hesitation flashed across Jiu Dazhi's face, and his eyes dodged, as if he was reluctant to mention this matter.
Seeing this, Xi Yu's tone became more sincere, and his words were full of sincerity: "Master, I hope you can tell me that maybe our side can help find out the verge of culprits and give the temple a cleansing."
At this moment, Xi Yu thought to himself: This monk must have hidden his feelings. If he could know the truth, he might be able to get rid of this dilemma as soon as possible.
Jiu Dazhi was still silent, just sighed softly.
Jiu Dazhi clasped his hands together and said with a serious expression: "The abbot suddenly fainted from the righteous thoughts of the scriptures, and later someone found out that he was dead."
Xiaohong curled her lips and said suspiciously: "That was also his own death, why did he say he was killed?"
Jiu Dazhi shook his head, his eyes firmly, and he said in a heavy tone: "The abbot is only in his early twenties, how could it be so easy to die? Someone must have killed him."
Hearing this, Xi Yu was stunned and full of surprise: "I originally thought the abbot was an old man."
He frowned, his eyes moving back and forth between Jiu Dazhi and Xiaohong, thinking about the strangeness in it.
Song Shuwen's eyes lit up and he suddenly asked: "I hope to see if the abbot is still saved?"
When Jiu Dazhi heard this, he looked at Song Shuwen with a strange look, his eyes full of confusion and confusion.
Xi Yu hurriedly said, "He is a miracle doctor, maybe there is a way."
But Jiu Dazhi shook his head, still with the cold expression on his face, and said, "So what? The abbot is dead."
After saying that, he ignored everyone and turned around and strode away.
Song Shuwen looked at Jiu Dazhi's departure back and muttered to himself: Why is this monk so stubborn? He doesn't even give him a chance to try it.
Xi Yu frowned and thought to himself: Is there any secret that cannot be told? This monk refused so resolutely, which is really suspicious.
Several people were locked in a small room, their eyes all fell on the only bed in the room, and their faces showed a look of embarrassment.
Xi Yu took the lead in breaking the silence. He straightened his chest and raised his face calmly: "Ouyang Linlin and Xiaohong sleep on the bed, and Song Shuwen and I can sleep on the ground."
Xiaohong waved his hand quickly and said with a firm look on his face: "I'll just hit the floor, the lady and the prime minister are on the bed."
Her eyes were stubborn, and she thought to herself that she could not let the lady suffer grievance.
Song Shuwen scratched his head and smiled honestly: "Stop fighting, just do what the Prime Minister said."
Just when everyone was in a stalemate, Xi Yu frowned and said firmly, "Stop giving in, just settle it." His eyes swept over everyone with an unquestionable decision.
Ouyang Linlin bit her lip lightly, her eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you so much for you."
Xiaohong no longer insisted and began to organize the space on the ground silently.
Song Shuwen looked indifferent and said carelessly: "What's the hard work? Where is it not sleep?" As he said that, he found a corner to sit down.
The night gradually became deeper and the room became quiet. Everyone was thinking about tomorrow's events in their hearts, and they didn't know if they could leave this place smoothly.
The next day, the sun shone into the house through the narrow gaps in the window.
Jiu Dazhi still walked slowly with the food, and there was no expression on his face.
Xi Yu hurriedly came forward and asked anxiously: "Master, can we go out?" His eyes were staring at Jiu Dazhi, full of expectations.
Jiu Dazhi put down the food, clasped his hands together and said, "It was found out that the abbot died of poisoning, and he had been poisoned for a long time, so it should have nothing to do with the pilgrims. After eating the vegetarian meal, you can leave."
His tone was plain, as if he was narrating something very ordinary.
When Xi Yu heard this, his brow frowned slightly and thought to himself: Poisoned? There is such a strange thing in this temple.
But a hint of relaxation appeared on his face and said, "Thank you for your advice, Master."
Jiu Dazhi had just walked out a few steps and stopped again, turned around and looked at Song Shuwen, with a hint of exploration and expectation in his eyes, and asked: "Yesterday you said you knew medical skills. Can you really see the situation of the abbot?"
Song Shuwen was still stuffed with food in his mouth, his cheeks were bulging, and he replied vaguely: "Isn't it clear that the abbot was poisoned? What else do you want me to check?"
Jiu Dazhi's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it. He just shook his head gently, sighed, and prepared to leave again.
But Song Shuwen swallowed the food in his mouth, wiped his mouth and said, "I have encountered a situation before. Although someone looks dead, he is in a state of fake death and is finally saved by me."
Jiu Dazhi's originally dim eyes instantly ignited a hint of surprise. He quickly turned around and walked quickly to Song Shuwen, grabbed his arm with both hands, and said excitedly: "Really? Then continue to do this. It is possible that this is the case for the abbot. Why not go and see it now."
Song Shuwen was caught in pain by Jiu Dazhi, and broke free for a while and said, "You can go and have a look, but the chance is very small."
There was a little hesitation and uncertainty on his face, and he didn't have much confidence in his heart.
Xi Yu nodded and said with a serious expression: "Since that's the case, then the three of us are waiting here."
Song Shuwen and Jiu Dazhi left in a hurry.
After they left, Xiaohong frowned and complained with dissatisfaction: "I could have left, why did I have to make trouble?" She sat angrily by the bed, her feet shaking constantly.
Ouyang Linlin gently patted Xiaohong on the shoulder and said softly: "Maybe the abbot is really not dead. If Song Shuwen can make him well, it would be a great achievement."
There was a light of expectation in her eyes, and she thought in her heart that maybe this was a turning point.
Xiaohong curled her lips and muttered, "I hope so, but don't cause any trouble again."
Xi Yu slowly came to the window, with his back facing everyone, and his hands behind him.
His eyes looked into the distance through the gaps in the window, and his eyes became blurred and sad.
He couldn't help but think of Tuoba Yu again. Those beautiful pasts came like a tide, and little by little appeared in his mind. The laughter and joy of the past, the intercourse of the past, have now become memories that hurt his heart.
He thought, "Can we never be together from now on?" His voice was low and hoarse, with endless pain and helplessness.
His heart seemed to be tightly grabbed by an invisible big hand, and every breath was accompanied by pain.
He suddenly sighed heavily, his face full of regret, and thought to himself: If he had known this, he would not have said that kind of thing that day, although he had been unintentional.
Seeing him looking worried and frowning, Ouyang Linlin walked to him lightly, with concern in her eyes and asked carefully: "Do you miss Tuoba Yu?"
Xi Yu nodded heavily, his eyes still dulled out the window, feeling as uncomfortable as if a big stone was pressed on.
Ouyang Linlin also lowered her head, looked guilty, and said softly: "Things have something to do with me. Because you compared me and Tuoba Yu that day. Now thinking about it, I feel that I am also guilty."
Her brows frowned, and her heart was filled with self-blame and regret.
Xi Yu forced out a bitter smile, looked at Ouyang Linlin and comforted, "Why should I take the responsibility on myself? This is all my fault."
A hint of helplessness was revealed in his eyes, but his heart was in chaos.
But Ouyang Linlin looked firm and her eyes were full of stubbornness, and she said, "No, I still feel guilty. I want to repent in front of the Buddha until Tuoba Yu comes back, otherwise I would like to kneel in front of the Buddha statue forever."
Her tone was extremely firm, as if she had made up her mind.
Xi Yu frowned, feeling both moved and helpless in his heart, and said, "Why are you doing this?"
Ouyang Linlin raised her head, looked firmly into the distance, and prayed silently in her heart: May the Buddha bless you and let Tuoba Yu return as soon as possible.
Next, Tuoba Yu looked at Xi Yu and said sincerely: "Husband, donate some money to this temple. I hope we will leave more of us in the temple. I am willing to repent in front of the Buddha."
After hearing this, Xi Yu shook his head suddenly, widened his eyes, and said anxiously: "Donate money is OK, but you are absolutely not allowed to repent! Ouyang Linlin, are you torture yourself?" His face was full of worry and anger.
Ouyang Linlin shook her head gently, looked at Xi Yu with a firm look, and said, "I don't have this idea. I am completely voluntary." Her expression was extremely serious, and there was no hesitation in her tone.
Xi Yu frowned, stared at Ouyang Linlin tightly, and said, "No, I can't let you do this."
Xiaohong also walked up, took Ouyang Linlin's hand, and advised anxiously: "Miss, you have no need to do this at all, as long as you are pious in your heart."
Her eyes were filled with concern and anxiety.
Xiaohong couldn't help but complain to Tuoba Yu in her heart, and muttered to herself: Why are you so willful that everyone is distracted by her?
But Ouyang Linlin looked determined, her eyes filled with unchangeable determination, and she said, "I have decided on my mind, otherwise I will go on a hunger strike."
Helplessly, Xi Yu sighed and said helplessly: "Okay, I promise you." His face was full of helplessness and worry.
Xiaohong stomped her feet in an anxious mood and said loudly: "Miss, why are you doing this?"
Ouyang Linlin immediately held Xiaohong's hand, her eyes soft and firm. She said, "Xiaohong, perhaps to others, this is a torture, but for me, being able to respect the Buddha is a kind of happiness."
Xi Yu nodded slightly, with an understanding expression on his face, and said, "Linlin has made up her mind, Xiaohong, don't say anything more."
Xiaohong's eyes were red and she bit her lip, but she stopped talking, but she had nowhere to rest her worries.
Song Shuwen was taken to a meditation room by Jiu Dazhi. There was a bed in the middle of the meditation room, and a young man was on it, who was the abbot.
Many people saw Jiu Dazhi leading a person from the Central Plains, and their eyes widened and their faces were full of incredible feelings.
Someone couldn't help asking, "What does this mean?"
Jiu Dazhi clasped his hands together and explained to everyone: "This donor is a miracle doctor."
But everyone still shook their heads and said unhappily: "The abbot is dead, what's the use of the miracle doctor?"
Their faces were full of doubt and dissatisfaction, and their eyes were full of doubts when they looked at Song Shuwen.
Song Shuwen looked at everyone's suspicious eyes and said calmly: "There is a state of fake death, maybe this is the case for the abbot. If not, I will leave by myself, and there will be no loss to you anyway."
After hearing his words, everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and started to whisper and whisper.
After a while, someone said, "It seems that's the case."
Others also nodded in agreement.
So, Song Shuwen walked to the bed and began to carefully examine the abbot's body. The other monks surrounded him and were talking in a low voice.
"Can this work?"
"What can a person from Central Plains have?"
"Oh, let's take a life."
After a while, Jiu Dazhi couldn't help but ask nervously: "What's the situation?"
He stared at Song Shuwen tightly, and sweat beads emerged from his forehead.
Song Shuwen frowned and did not immediately answer Jiu Dazhi's words, but carefully checked the abbot's physical condition.
The monks around him suddenly became quiet, and all their eyes were focused on Song Shuwen, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.
Jiu Dazhi was anxious and asked again: "What's going on? Tell me quickly!"
Song Shuwen then slowly raised his head and said with a serious expression: "The situation is not very optimistic, but... it is not completely hopeless."
When Jiu Dazhi heard this, his heart was raised to his throat and asked quickly: "What does it mean? Tell me clearly!"
Song Shuwen took a deep breath and said, "The abbot's pulse is extremely weak, and it does seem like he is a fake death, but it needs further confirmation."
Someone suddenly became very happy and said excitedly: "It's great, the abbot is still saved!" But some monks frowned and said with a questioning face: "Is this a liar? How could such a coincidence be made!"
Jiu Dazhi's face darkened and he said loudly: "Don't make noise!"
Then he looked at Song Shuwen and said, "Donor, please continue to check."
Song Shuwen nodded, focused his attention on the abbot again, and carefully exploring every detail.
Song Shuwen checked with concentration, and fine beads of sweat gradually oozed out of his forehead.
Some of the monks around were pacing anxiously, while others folded their hands and prayed silently.
After a moment, a young monk couldn't help but say, "Is it OK? Don't delay the abbot's burial!"
Jiu Dazhi glared at him fiercely and scolded: "Quiet!"
After a while, Song Shuwen pretended to check, while secretly looking at the monks.
His eyes swept across each monk's face quickly, and he thought to himself: If the host was poisoned, then it might have something to do with the people around him.
He observed the monks' expressions and reactions quietly. Some monks looked anxious, as if they were really worried about the safety of the abbot; some monks looked nervous.
Song Shuwen frowned slightly, and the doubts in his heart became bigger and bigger.
After a while, Song Shuwen finally let go of his hand, straightened his body, and breathed a sigh of relief, "I probably have a way, I can go and collect herbs. But don't bury the host for the first time. As long as I can collect herbs successfully, the abbot will definitely be able to survive."
He looked at everyone with a confident look on his face.
Some monks still had a half-believing look on their faces when they heard this. One of them curled his lips and said, "Can this work? Don't be fooling us."
Jiu Dazhi looked at Song Shuwen, then looked at the host lying on the bed, pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, let's do what you said."
Song Shuwen then said, "However, there may be dangers during the process of collecting herbs. I asked several monks to follow me to protect me."
Jiu Dazhi nodded and said, "This is no problem, I will make arrangements."
Song Shuwen felt relieved in his heart, thinking that he must find out the truth.
Chapter completed!