Lin Chu, as a healer, was still a simple and kind healer, and he hurriedly asked, "Have you seen a doctor?"

"The doctor has seen a lot of this, but—" he said and sighed, "I can't tell the contemptible person, so let's go and see it for myself." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Hearing this, Lin Chu turned his head to look at Lan Jing, Lan Jing smiled, stepped forward and said, "Shouldn't you seek medical treatment from Master Huiyuan? ”

"Hey, this Master Huiyuan occasionally feels cold, and he can't get out of bed now..."

Before his words fell, Lin Chu had already turned around and ran away.

Lan Jing shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the two liars. Listening to the meaning of the aunt just now, these two are not husband and wife, nor father and daughter, but a pair of dogs, men and women. For such people, she was disgusted, "Send them to Jingzhao Mansion Yin, and let Lord Zheng have a good trial." ”

The guards hurriedly answered and pulled them down the mountain.

The matter was settled, and there were fewer and fewer people wandering outside the temple. Lan Jing thought about it for a while, and raised his feet and walked towards the Wuxin Courtyard.

The courtyard has changed from its usual quietness, and the little monks are in and out of an endless stream.

Lan Jing walked into the meditation room, the three of them stood on the side, and Lin Chu sat on the couch and wiped his face with water for Master Huiyuan.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the three of them turned around in unison, "Master Xiaojing." ”

Lan Jing strode to the edge of the couch and looked at Master Huiyuan, who was flushed, "What's the matter? Master doesn't matter, right?"

Lin Chu's face was a little worried, "The master is indeed infected with wind and cold, he has a fever all over his body, and he can't get rid of fever even after taking medicine." ”

"Is the master injured elsewhere?" Lan Jing asked, turning to look at the three of them. She was afraid that the master was caused by inflammation of the wound.

Jieming shook his head, "There are no wounds on the master's body, he was fine yesterday, but he suddenly started to have a fever at night, and Jieming, who served the master, heard the master's moaning, and when he checked it, he found that the master was having a fever." ”

Now that the weather is cold, they are still wearing the previous monk's robes, and it is not surprising that they will catch a cold, "Haven't the cotton and cloth I bought last time been made into winter clothes?"

He opened his mouth, and finally closed it again without saying anything.

Lan Jing glanced at them, thought for a moment, and turned around and walked out.

Outside the main hall, after Lan Jing left, the little guy looked at Xuandehou and asked, "Master Hou, what should I do now?"

Xuandehou Xiong Zhengyang glanced down at him, his eyes rolled, "Guarding here, just now... Come down and stop him. ”

The little guy understands the virtues of his own lord, so he knows this command in his heart. Hurriedly nodded, "Yes, Master Hou." ”

When Lan Jing came down, the little guy was walking around boredly, looking up from time to time. She recognized this little guy, who had just followed the uncle, she was slightly stunned, as if she had an understanding, hooked the corners of her mouth and walked past him.

The meditation courtyard was quiet, which made Lan Jing feel surprised, she looked at every room, and there was no one! she thought about it, shook her head and walked to the kitchen.

She took the wine from the kitchen and turned back to the Wuxin Courtyard, the three of them were no longer here, she looked at Lin Chu, poured a little wine into the warm water, "Wipe the armpits of the master." ”

Lin Chu nodded when he heard this, stretched out his hand to untie Master Huiyuan's clothes, and just untied a little, thinking that Xiao Jing was still watching from the side, he stopped his hand again, turned his head to look at her and said, "You go back first, I have to take care of the master, and I will look for you when he is well." ”

Lan Jing looked down at him, "Okay, let me know if you need anything." ”

Lin Chu bowed, "Well, I will." ”

Out of the Wuxin Courtyard, Lan Jing found the Ring Anger, "Master Ring Anger, is there any difficulty in the temple? ”

"Recently, the weather has been getting colder and colder, and many children in the village under the mountain have been sick. ”

Lan Jing nodded, waiting for his next words.

When the master saw that the child was thin and pitiful, he felt pity for him, so he asked the temple to divide some cotton and cloth and bring them back. There is no one who has cloth and cotton who can't go out to talk about it, so more and more people come to the temple to ask for cotton and cloth. And finally..."

Lan Jing sighed speechlessly when she heard this, she couldn't even scold Master Huiyuan in her heart. After thinking about it, he took out a thousand taels from his purse and handed it to Jieyi, "When it is the sesame oil money I donated, I will make some winter clothes for the little monks." ”

Jie Yi looked at the silver ticket in Lan Jing's hand, and his heart was entangled, Xiao Jing's donor had already done a lot for the temple, even the sesame oil money had been donated twice.

Lan Jing looked at him like that, and directly stuffed the silver ticket into his hand, "Take it, I am now a person with status, and I am not short of such a little money." ”

"By the way, Master Quit Anger, have you ever thought about exchanging temple peripheral products for silver?"

After Lan Jing asked, he immediately understood what she meant, his eyes lit up, and finally he shook his head, "The master won't allow it." ”

"You are stupid, why do you tell Master Huiyuan, if he knows about it, you say that he was instructed by the Buddha, so that it is to help more people in need. ”

"Monks don't speak," he said.

"I think what the donor is right," Jiekong said and walked in slowly, "This is also to make more people do good." ”

Lan Jing nodded hurriedly, "Yes, we can donate sesame oil money to send limited edition scriptures, Buddha statues, spirit talismans, and help unsign." Do dojo rituals or something. ”

Jie's eyelids jumped, "It's not good, master..."

Lan Jing waved his hand, "Don't worry about Master Huiyuan first, he's still sick, when he recovers, I can't say, our business has already started." ”

"Business?" the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Don't worry about these details, let's discuss how to make things first, and then donate how much sesame oil money to give. ”

The two of them glanced at each other, "Do you want to discuss with the senior brother and the second senior brother?"

"What's so negotiable about such a trifle. You mothers-in-law and mothers-in-law can't even stand the Buddha. ”

Jiekong coughed when he heard this, "Okay, then what do you say about how we do it." ”

Out of Jishantang, Lan Jing had a smile on her face, she had a sense of accomplishment in her heart, although it had not been done yet, but she believed that with her support, it would definitely be possible.

In the lobby of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Jie Nian is sorting out some offerings left by the donor. When he saw Lan Jing, he hurriedly clasped his hands together, "Little Jing donor,"

Lan Jing snorted, walked two steps in a row, and suddenly remembered that there was no one in the Meditation Courtyard, and retreated again, "Quitting the little master, where are the people in the Meditation Academy?"

Jienian looked left and right, and saw that Wuren whispered: "The injured donor took my sister and Ma Shizhu away. ”

"Did he say where to go?" Lan Jing asked.

Jienian shook his head gently, he didn't ask, and they didn't take the initiative to say.