Jade ran over to open the door, it was Hai Sheng who came over, Yan Qingrui left, Hai Sheng didn't know, at this moment, it was the little monk who came again, and he came to report. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He saw Yan Qingrui in the courtyard at a glance, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and in those eyes, there were both inquiries, worries, and some hesitation.

Yan Qingrui said: "Come in!"

Haisheng has always been loyal and duty-bound, but the less people know about the other identity, the better, which may not be a kind of protection for Haisheng.

Haisheng walked in with some restraint.

Yan Qingrui didn't wait for him to ask, and said, "You want to ask me about Guo Jing's situation, she is not very good." Because Xiao Lingling's condition has not improved!"

A look of sympathy and helplessness appeared on Haisheng's face, explaining his intention.

Yan Qingrui said: "You go and tell the little master, I am in the heat and tired, and I have fallen asleep." ”

Haisheng went out without asking.

After a while, he came back again, and said with a helpless expression: "Little Master said, Master Abbot knows that the master of the courtyard is not feeling well, and the heat is entering the body, so he has prepared a special prescription, and he just has it with him!"

Yan Qingrui was also shocked at this time, she casually made an excuse, that little monk can deserve it, or is the old monk really an uncertain prophet?

She said, "Where's the prescription?"

Haisheng handed over an envelope.

Yan Qingrui took it, the letter paper was a thin cloud slip, as light and smooth as a cloud, pinched in her hand, and there was a faint smell of Sanskrit incense.

There is a line of words written on the letterhead: The Yan family has a woman in the deep mountains, the green rain falls into the world, the silk is fragrant and dreams are good, and there is a free sky in the dream!

This is a hidden poem, on the surface, the four words are Yan Qingrui's dream, but the focus is the last sentence, the dream has its own free sky.

Does it mean that she is in a dream, or that she came to this world, just a dream, just a life in a dream?

Yan Qingrui now believes that this old monk is definitely an old god, and he may really know something.

However, in that world, she fell to her death, and her bones must have been incomplete, and it was impossible for her to go back, and the emotions that the original body could inflict on her became less and less, and she was obviously already faint.

Therefore, it is right not to see the old monk.

Yan Qingrui turned around and entered the house, and said as she walked: "You go and reply to the little master, I used the medicine and rested!"

Haisheng replied again, but this time he didn't come back.

Yan Qingrui no longer has the mood to eat melons.

She had to go and see what the old monk was all about, but she wasn't ready to meet people in person, so she just had to take a sneak peek.

The little monk got a reply, but he didn't stay long, and went back to report to the abbot.

In the abbot's meditation room of Bodhi Temple, the abbot in white monk robe had a flowing back, and after listening to the report, the rosary twisted in his hand did not pause, as if everything was expected, and said lightly: "Let her go!"

The little monk retreated, and what he saw was the abbot's back, so he didn't see a faint smile on the corner of the abbot's lips.

After a while, a monk in his forties came to the meditation room, this is the temple of the west hall monk Mingfeng, presiding over the altar meeting, Bodhi Temple half a month later there is a festival, as soon as things have been arranged, he came to inform the abbot.

The abbot smiled slightly and said, "Half a month? This capital should also be lively!"