Sour jujube said to Lao Zhong on the side, "Brother Baiyu, don't blame Grandpa Lao Zhong, he is also like this because he cares about Aunt Hua." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"It's all my fault! it's all my fault!" Lao Zhong began to blame himself.

Glancing at Lao Zhong, I said, "It's useless to blame it, this trip is estimated to be in vain." ”

"Huh?" the jujube also got anxious and asked me, "What should I do then?"

I said, "Don't worry, let me think." ”

At this point, there is no point in counting him down and blaming him. But since we have already brought Bai Hua here, we can't just go back. In Bai Hua's situation, it is not good to always be bumpy on the road.

It's better to stay in the temple for two days first. If the abbot is really a good person, then he will definitely not let it go, and maybe he will see Bai Hua immediately. Anyway, there are such functions in the temple, and adding some sesame oil money can solve it.

After thinking about it, I asked the little monk, "Little master, you see that it is really not appropriate for us to toss back and forth like this with patients, can we just borrow it in the temple for two days?"

"This..."The little monk couldn't be such a big lord, so he hesitated.

I hurriedly added, "We will definitely add more money for the sesame oil in the temple." ”

The little monk bowed to the group with a gesture and said, "The donor will go to the guest hall with the little monk to sit down for a while, and then inform the result after the little monk has made a presentation to the abbot." ”

We nodded our heads in response, and were about to follow him into the temple when a young monk came out of the temple. When the little monk saw him, he gave a salute and shouted, "Senior brother!"

The monk replied with a blank look and shouted, "Senior brother!" before he said to us, "The abbot invites all the donors to go to the meditation room. ”

This situation was obviously beyond our expectations, and it can be said that everyone was surprised, so we followed the senior brother monk to the meditation room.

The scale of the Yuelao Temple is very small, in addition to the front of the shrine dedicated to the gods, the west side of the side hall for medical treatment, is the east side of the guest hall, the Zen room, and the back for the monks to live in the dormitory.

In this era, there are still monks and Taoists. It's just that the monks are divided into two categories, one is for the Buddha, and the other is for the gods, and these monks in the Yuelao Temple belong to the latter.

As for the Taoist priests, they believe in the infinite gods of heaven and earth, and they pursue the way to become gods and some very mysterious things. Compared with the positive attitude of Buddhism to enter the WTO and eliminate disasters, Taoism, which does not enter the hustle and bustle, is a category with a very low sense of existence in this era.

The abbot of the Yuelao Temple is also long-eyed and white-bearded, and he looks very old. When we entered the meditation room, he was meditating and needed to be supported by a little monk before he could get out of the meditation room.

Seeing this situation, I can understand why he set a dead rule of seeing a doctor once every three days, and he is resolute and unwavering. At his age, after continuous fatigue, I am afraid that he will lie motionless on the couch for three days, and he probably won't be able to rest!

The abbot, who did things neatly and neatly, was not polite to us, so he asked Lao Zhong to put Bai Hua on the low collapse by the south wall, and then diagnosed her pulse.

During the pulse examination, he closed his eyes tightly, lowered his head and looked completely drowsy, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was as capable as rumored to be. Lao Zhong and Sour Jujube are also suspicious, and they are more anxious than me.

After a long time, the abbot's head suddenly lifted up very energetically, and slowly opened his eyelids, revealing the cloudy eyes inside. His expression was flat, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or worried, but it made people feel extremely anxious.

I hurriedly asked him, "Master, how is it? Can you save him?"

The master shook his head and said, "It's been too long, there's no way!"

Hmm, the other doctors didn't say that Bai Hua couldn't be saved at all, so why couldn't he do anything when he got here?

The sour jujube didn't speak, and looked at me as if asking for help. Lao Zhong pulled my sleeve and whispered in my ear, "Childe, I don't think he's deaf and dazzling at all, let's stop wasting our energy here, just go back!"

I was unwilling to go home like this. His eyes returned to the abbot, and he saw him pluck his ears with his little finger, and couldn't help muttering to himself if he had heard everything. I wondered if he thought we were snubbing him, so he said this on purpose.

I immediately bowed deeply to him and said, "If we have any disrespect for the master, I still hope for the master Haihan." You're a great doctor, so there's going to be a way to wake her up, isn't it?"

The abbot said, "Oh! you are here to seek medical treatment for this!

This old monk is so cold! I almost fainted on the ground.

"Master, can you heal her?" I said again to the abbot.

The abbot said, "It's hard to say whether it can be cured or not, so let the old man try it!"

I can only sigh at this, the monks are really talking! Anyway, there is no other good way, just try it!

Then, the abbot said that he wanted to treat Bai Hua, so he asked the little monk to take us to the guest room first. I have nothing to do with sour dates, only Lao Zhong is reluctant to move.

The abbot said calmly, "If the donor stays in the meditation room, it will interfere with the old man's treatment of the patient." If you don't feel at ease, you can wait outside. ”

Hearing this, Lao Zhong really waited outside the door. I saw that the sour jujube was also very worried, so I asked her to wait with Lao Zhong, and went to the back alone.

The door of the compound at the back was wide open, and at a glance, I saw that the big locust tree had already fallen halfway, and it was probably because of the thunderbolt. There were more than a dozen monks shouting trumpets beside the tree, and they were busy straightening it.

I wanted to go in and have a look, but I was stopped by the monk at the door, saying that it was being repaired and it was inconvenient to enter.

In a quiet place, I can't do such rude acts as force-breaking. Disappointed, he turned to the temple in front of him.

The old man under the moon in the temple is not the young man I have seen, but an old man with a real fairy wind and bones. Good men and women have come and gone countless times, all praying sincerely for a good marriage.

In addition to eating, drinking, and Lazar, people are only looking for emotional solace. If the gods live on incense, then the old moon can live with the heavens, the earth, the sun and the moon.

I also imitated the example of others, worshiped the gods, and offered incense. When I was shaking the lottery, the monk who led us into the temple earlier came to me sweating profusely, saying that the abbot was looking for me.

In such a hurry, could it be that something happened to Bai Hua? After being stunned, all the sticks in the lottery holder fell to the ground. I shoved the empty sticker into the monk's arms and ran in the direction of the meditation room.

Su Zao and Lao Zhong were no longer standing outside the room, I rushed into the meditation room to see, except for the abbot and a little monk, there was no one else inside.

"Excuse me... Maestro.Find me... "I was so anxious that I couldn't make any sense of coherence.

"Let's go with the flow!" said the abbot, stretching out his hand, motioning for me to sit down across from him.

The abbot was unmoved, completely unfathomable, which made me feel puzzled.

After Yiyan sat down opposite the abbot, the little monk poured me a cup of tea, and then quietly withdrew with his head down.

The door of the Zen room "squeak~yo" pulled the long cavity, and finally, the "bang" slammed shut.

"Master, how is the patient?" the room was so quiet and frightening that I looked at the abbot and had no idea what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

"How she is, the donor can find out when he goes to see it, and he doesn't need to bother talking here. The abbot said.

I was puzzled, "It's not for her, then why did the master look for me?"

The heart is white, such a virtuous master, it is unlikely that it is for money!

The abbot looked at me meaningfully and said, "The old man has received an oracle to tell the benefactor something. ”

The oracle, that is, he was going to tell me about the old man under the moon, and my heart suddenly beat faster.

Suppressing the frenzy in my heart, I said, "Please, Master, make it clear!"

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