The next day, when the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on the temple courtyard, Song Shuwen and several monks came back in dust with a full range of medicine baskets.
Song Shuwen's forehead was covered with sweat, and his clothes were soaked in sweat, but his eyes showed a hint of relief after completing the task.
Then, Song Shuwen didn't care to wipe the sweat, so he hurriedly found the temple manager and asked him to give him a room, and he wanted to decoct medicine.
The manager quickly arranged a quiet room.
Song Shuwen just walked into the room and was about to make a fire and decoct the medicine, but suddenly noticed that there seemed to be eyes peeking at the door.
He frowned, a hint of anger appeared on his face, and he thought to himself: "I'm just taking medicine and not doing anything bad. What's the point of peeping like this?"
Thinking of this, Song Shuwen stood up and suddenly opened the door.
I saw a little monk standing at the door, frightened by this sudden action, his body trembled, his eyes full of panic.
"My little master, why are you here to peek at it?" Song Shuwen asked with an unhappy face.
The little monk stammered and replied: "I...I...I...I just am curious and want to come and have a look."
Song Shuwen took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said, "I am just decocting medicine to save people, there is nothing else. Don't spy on this again."
After saying that, Song Shuwen closed the door with a "slam" and continued to decoct the medicine, but he was still a little angry.
At dusk, the light in the temple gradually dimmed.
The little monk hurried to Jiu Dazhi's Zen room, with a little nervousness and uneasiness on his face.
The little monk knocked on the door and walked in carefully after receiving the reply.
Jiu Dazhi was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was thinking.
"Master, I will follow your order to monitor the old man, but... something went wrong." The little monk lowered his head, his voice trembled slightly, and his hands kept rubbing the corners of his clothes.
Jiu Dazhi slowly opened his eyes and his eyes fell on the little monk, "What's going on?" His voice was low and majestic.
The little monk raised his head and said timidly: "When I was secretly surveillance, the old man discovered me. He was very angry and unhappy."
After saying that, the little monk quickly lowered his head, as if waiting for Jiu Dazhi's reprimand.
Jiu Dazhi was silent for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Then forget it, don't monitor it. This ends with this matter."
The little monk was relieved and quickly responded: "Yes, Master." Then he left the room and the tranquility returned to the Zen room.
Last night, Xi Yu asked Jiu Dazhi with a tired look on his face and asked, "Master Jiu Dazhi, should I give me a separate room?"
Jiu Dazhi nodded slightly and responded to his request.
In the early morning, the sun shone through the window lattice on Xi Yu's face, and he woke up slowly.
As soon as I sat up, I heard a light knock on the door.
"Come in." Xi Yu said.
The door was pushed open, and a young monk walked in with a vegetarian rice, with a gentle smile on his face, "Donor, this is the vegetarian rice prepared for you."
Xi Yu took the vegetarian meal and thanked him.
The monk then said, "Donor, the old miracle doctor with you has returned and is decorating medicine."
Xi Yu nodded.
The monk smiled slightly, "Don't use it slowly, the monk retreats first." After that, he turned around and left.
Song Shuwen squatted in front of the stove, decocting the medicine with all his concentration.
Thick smoke kept coming out of the stove, and the smoke rose up with its teeth and claws, and pounced on his face ruthlessly.
Song Shuwen's eyes were so squinting that it was so smoldered, her eyebrows were tightly frowned, tears rolled in her eyes, and her throat was choked and itchy.
"Cough cough cough..." He couldn't help coughing violently, his face was flushed red, like a ripe apple.
But the movement of stirring the medicine juice in your hand did not stop at all.
Sweat continued to slide down his forehead, dripping into the stove, instantly turning into a wisp of smoke.
Song Shuwen didn't bother to wipe it, but just gritted his teeth and endured the discomfort, and continued to stay by the stove just to boil the medicine.
Half an hour later, Song Shuwen breathed a sigh of relief and finally finished the decoction.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, got up and opened the door, took a deep breath, and shouted: "Come here!"
The sound echoed in the yard. Several monks were cleaning the fallen leaves in the yard. When they heard the shouts, they quickly put down the broom in their hands and ran over quickly.
Song Shuwen's face was full of fatigue, but there was a hint of relief and expectation in his eyes.
He looked at the monks running over and said, "It's done, let's put the medicine down and feed the abbot."
The monks gathered around and looked at the still steaming medicine, their eyes full of hope.
One of the monks folded his hands together and thanked Song Shuwen: "Thank you, donor, thank you for your hard work."
Song Shuwen waved his hand, "Hurry up and let the medicine go, don't delay the abbot's condition."
But the monks still didn't believe Song Shuwen. They looked at each other, their eyes full of doubts and concerns.
One of the older monks frowned, held their hands in front of their chests, and said, "Master Song, can this medicine really work?"
Song Shuwen looked at their suspicious expressions and felt a little unhappy, but he said patiently: "You guys don't have to doubt it. I, Song Shuwen, have a personality guarantee. This medicine will definitely be effective. It will be effective in a while."
His eyes were firm and confident, and his tone was unquestionable.
After hearing this, the monks looked a little relieved, but they were still half-believing and half-doubting.
At this time, a young monk muttered in a low voice: "I hope it is really as you said. If the abbot does not wake up, what should I do?"
Song Shuwen raised his head and sighed: "I, Song Shuwen, have been walking in the world for many years, and never dared to be negligent in treating diseases and saving people. You should relax!"
Song Shuwen came to the guest room with a slightly heavy step, looking forward to seeing Xi Yu. He knocked on the door lightly, and Xiaohong's crisp voice came from the door: "Who?"
Song Shuwen hurriedly said, "It's me, Song Shuwen."
Xiaohong opened the door and saw Song Shuwen, and said with a hint of helplessness on her face: "Doctor Song, the Prime Minister has asked for another guest room alone, I'll take you there now."
Song Shuwen followed Xiaohong and finally arrived at the guest room where Xi Yu was.
As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Xi Yu sitting at the table, and his eyes instantly fell on him.
Xi Yu frowned slightly, his eyes full of concern. He looked at Song Shuwen up and down, and said in surprise: "Doctor Song, what's wrong with you? Why are you so haggard?"
Song Shuwen forced a smile, his eyes were exhausted, and he sighed and said, "Oh, it's not just for the damn medicine, decocting medicine, I'm so tired that I'm almost gone."
After hearing this, Xi Yu quickly stood up, walked to Song Shuwen, and said with a pity, "Sit down and have a good rest."
Song Shuwen sat obediently on the chair.
When Xiaohong saw Song Shuwen and Xi Yu start talking, she left tactfully and gently took her to the door.
Song Shuwen's eyes swept through the room and saw two beds.
"Doctor Song, go and rest quickly."
Song Shuwen nodded and went to rest.
Half an hour later, a rapid knock on the door sounded. Xi Yu got up and opened the door, and saw Jiu Dazhi standing at the door, his face filled with uncontrollable joy.
Jiu Dazhi said excitedly: "Donor, Doctor Song is indeed a good thing! The abbot is really fake and he is awake now!" His eyes wide open, full of surprise and admiration.
After hearing this, Xi Yu's expression was particularly dull and he just nodded slightly.
He thought to himself: I knew Shuwen's medical skills would definitely not disappoint.
He said lightly: "This is as expected by me."
Jiu Dazhi looked earnest, clasped his hands together and said, "I hope Doctor Song can go and see the abbot, so that the abbot can thank you in person for your life-saving grace."
After hearing this, Xi Yu turned around and prepared to call Song Shuwen. At this moment, Song Shuwen woke up slowly.
He was sleepy and had a bit of tiredness on his face. He waved his hand and said, "It's not necessary to thank you. I'm not going to treat the disease and save people. Besides, I'm lucky enough to come here, so I won't charge this medical expenses."
When Jiu Dazhi heard this, he quickly pronounced the Buddha's name and said sincerely: "Doctor Song, you are kind-hearted, but I still hope you can go there and let the abbot fulfill this wish." His eyes were full of expectations and persistence.
Seeing that Jiu Dazhi was so persistent, Song Shuwen sighed helplessly and said, "Okay, then I'll go with you this time."
Song Shuwen followed Jiu Dazhi to the abbot's room.
At this moment, the abbot's room was filled with many monks.
Each of them had a look of special relief on their faces.
An older monk put his hands together, his eyes full of admiration, and praised loudly: "The medical skills of the people in the Central Plains are really superb, they are really magical skills!"
Another young monk had red eyes and a little trembling voice, and almost cried: "The abbot can turn danger into safety this time, which makes people feel like having a nightmare. Now he finally woke up, Amitabha!"
Some monks surrounded the bed, whispering to each other, their faces filled with joy after the disaster, nodding constantly, and muttering to themselves about their admiration for Song Shuwen's medical skills.
Song Shuwen walked into the room and saw this scene, a warm current surged in his heart. He knew that his medical skills could bring such great hope and joy to these people, and felt extremely relieved.
As for the abbot, he had already gotten up, but he looked confused, with empty eyes, sitting on the bed in a daze.
This was the case when he woke up, and everyone thought he hadn't reacted yet.
At this moment, Jiu Dazhi came to him and said respectfully: "Abbot, it is all the contribution of this Central Plains miracle doctor who can wake up." Jiu Dazhi bent down slightly, his face full of respect.
When the abbot heard this, his brow frowned slightly, as if he had not fully understood what Jiu Dazhi meant.
Seeing that the abbot was still confused, Jiu Dazhi hurriedly said, "It was this magic doctor Song who was able to recover his skills and pulled you back from the gate of hell."
The abbot then slowly turned his head and looked at Song Shuwen standing beside him.
Then, the abbot suddenly looked at Song Shuwen with a fierce look, and his eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire, and he asked sternly: "Why did you save me?"
Song Shuwen was stunned by this sudden questioning, and was stunned, with an incredible look on his face, thinking to himself: How could this abbot say that?
Song Shuwen calmed down and looked at the abbot carefully. He saw that the abbot's young face was full of firmness, and his gritted teeth and tense muscles all showed his determination.
Song Shuwen frowned and said in confusion: "Abbot, what do you mean? Is there anything wrong with saving your life?"
Many people also felt that the abbot had said something too much, and they whispered to each other, with confusion and dissatisfaction on their faces. "How can we say that?" Someone murmured in a low voice.
The abbot roared completely at this time. His face turned red, his neck bulged with blue veins, and he shouted at Song Shuwen: "You shouldn't save me, damn!"
The sound was like thunder, exploded in the room.
Jiu Dazhi was stunned. He widened his eyes and his mouth slightly opened, looking disbelief.
After a while, he stammered and asked, "Abbot, why did you say that?"
Jiu Dazhi's heart was filled with shock and confusion, and he had no idea why the abbot said such ruthless words to his life-savior.
Then, the abbot waved his hands randomly, screaming: "Ah! Ah!"
That look was very terrifying, as if possessed by a demon.
Everyone was stunned by the abbot's sudden action, looking at each other, feeling inexplicable and completely confused.
Jiu Dazhi looked embarrassed and guilty, and quickly bowed deeply to Song Shuwen and said anxiously: "Doctor Song, I'm really sorry. Maybe the abbot has not yet come out of the shock and has lost his mind. Don't go to your heart. At the moment, I hope you can go back and rest first. When the abbot is awake, I will apologize to you."
Song Shuwen's face was gloomy, his eyes were full of anger and disappointment. He snorted coldly, shook his sleeves, and left without looking back. He thought to himself: It's ridiculous to save people with kindness, but he was treated like this!
When Xi Yu saw Song Shuwen coming back, he frowned and walked into the room with anger.
Xi Yu hurriedly came up and asked with concern: "What's going on? Why are you so angry?"
Song Shuwen sat on the chair with his butt, clenched his fists and said angrily: "Hmph! That abbot is simply unreasonable! I saved his life, it would be fine if he was not grateful, but he even blamed me in every way, like a madman."
As he said that, his chest was still fluctuating violently with anger.
When Xi Yu heard this, he looked surprised and felt that the matter was very strange. He pondered for a moment and said, "This is indeed strange, but don't take it too seriously. Maybe there is any misunderstanding in it."
After hearing Xi Yu's words, Song Shuwen nodded slightly, his face still gloomy, but he still stood up and said, "Forget it, I'll go and rest and calm down."
Looking at Song Shuwen's back as he left, Xi Yu frowned and paced back and forth in the room, wondering in his heart: "This abbot's approach is too abnormal. Why did he treat his life-savior like this? Is there any unknown hidden truth in it?"
As he thought about it, Xi Yu felt a mess in his head, but he had no clue.
On the other hand, in the lively market, Cao Rui's stall was crowded with people, and many people rushed to buy pastries.
Cao Rui was very busy, with a bright smile on his face, his eyes almost narrowed into a slit, and his heart was filled with joy: Today's business is really booming!
After a while, after the customers had dispersed, a girl quietly came to Cao Rui.
Cao Rui looked up and was shocked. His mouth opened his head, and his hand stopped moving, and shouted: "Cao Shuangshuang, why are you here?"
Cao Shuangshuang had already tried to hold it back, but when he heard Cao Rui say this, the pain on his face became even worse. Tears rolled in his eyes, and his lips trembled, "Brother, I really can't help it."
Tears as big as beans rolled down instantly, and her shoulders trembled slightly with the sobs.
Cao Rui felt nervous, anxious and panic. He hurriedly looked around nervously, and said in a low voice: "Shuangshuang, be obedient, stop crying. It's not good to be seen by someone. Those who don't know think I've bullied you."
As he said, he gently wiped the tears from Cao Shuangshuang's face with his sleeve.
Then, Cao Shuangshuang said in a crying voice: "Brother, please close the stall quickly. I feel sad. I want to tell you the pain."
Her eyes were filled with helplessness and longing, and tears were still flowing.
Cao Rui looked at his sister's appearance and felt distressed. He responded without hesitation: "Okay, brother will close the stall now, let's talk carefully."
So the two of them closed the stall together.
Cao Rui moved quickly and was eager to finish it early, so that his sister would like to talk to him nicely.
Although Cao Shuangshuang was still sobbing, she also tried hard to help, and her heart was full of expectations for her brother to listen to her troubles.
After a while, Song Shuwen walked out of the room, his expression had eased a lot. He said to Xi Yu: "I've had a rest and want to go out for a walk and have some breath."
Xi Yu looked at him, nodded and responded, "Okay, I'll be with you."
The two left the temple side by side and walked slowly on the street. They walked and chatted, and unknowingly arrived at the border.
Several soldiers were guarding there, and when they saw them, their faces showed a look of extreme surprise.
Their eyes were as if petrified, staring straight at Song Shuwen and Xi Yu. One of the soldiers stammered: "I didn't expect you to be alive."
Xi Yu looked at the soldiers with gentle eyes.
"I said at that time that we came here and had something to do. You guys are fine, and they even put medicine to stop us from coming in. Look, isn't there anything wrong with this?"
When the soldiers heard this, their faces turned red and white, their eyes dodged, and they did not dare to look at Xi Yu.
One of the soldiers said, "Who could have thought of this?"
Xi Yu did not continue to argue with the soldiers, but turned to Song Shuwen and said, "Let's go back."
Song Shuwen nodded, and the two walked back together.
Along the way, Xi Yu remained silent and his face was gloomy.
As he walked, Tuoba Yu's figure appeared in his mind again, and the resentment in his heart instantly surged like a tide.
Chapter completed!