Said Cao Ying, Cao Ying arrived, didn't care about how Yu Shinan suddenly visited, Han Rui and a few people, hurriedly went out to greet each other, and when they arrived at the front yard, Yu Shinan was already under the invitation of the servants, walked quickly, met on the way, saw Monk Huaihai, Yu Shinan concluded that he was the person he was looking for, and he didn't talk nonsense, and asked directly: "You are Huaihai, Master Zhiyong, are you really dead?" ”

"Amitabha." Monk Huaihai whispered and nodded slightly.

After the dispersal of the dynasty, I returned home to see the worship of the Huaihai monk, and there was a letter from the host of the Yongxin Temple, and the sudden bad news naturally made Yu Shinan feel sad, and seemed unwilling to accept this fact.

Now that it is confirmed, the trace of luck in his heart is gone, and in an instant, Yu Shinan's face was pale, and his body was shaky, Han Rui saw it, and hurriedly helped him, and comforted him softly: "Yu Gong, mourn, take care of your body......"

Life in the world, birth, old age, sickness and death, it is inevitable, at Yu Shinan's age, it stands to reason that he should see it openly, so as not to be so grief-stricken, but Zhiyong is different, such as a teacher like a father, and the only remaining elder, with Yu Shinan's spleen surname, hearing the bad news, how can he not be sad and sad, and the old tears are rampant.

After a while, there were signs of fainting, which frightened Han Rui and everyone hurriedly comforted him, half hugged and half lifted, and helped him to the guest room to rest, feeling that this was not safe, so he simply ordered the servant to go quickly and invite a wise doctor to come.

After a toss, it was to feed the soup, and it was to take supplements, and it was almost useless to hang his life with ginseng tablets, I had this plan, but I just listened to the advice of the doctor who came to diagnose and treat, the ginseng medicine surname is strong, Yu Shinan is old and decrepit, and the deficiency is not supplemented, it is not suitable to use more, and now it is not a disease, the main thing is that the heart is excessive, and the heart is surging for a while, as long as you rest for a while, relieve your breath, order two pieces of spices that calm your mind and nourish your mind, and then use the decoction to recuperate, naturally it will be fine.

"I'm old, I have to listen to good news." The doctor taught: "Be careful in the future, no matter what happens, it is best not to mention it in front of the elderly." ”

Han Rui nodded hurriedly, thanked him from the bottom of his heart, offered the consultation fee, and politely sent the doctor away, after all, in this era, doctors are also scarce resources, so try not to offend them, lest they ask to come to the door one day, and people will just stand by and watch, for fear of secretly making things bad, I am afraid that they will not even have the opportunity to cry.

In the end, it is a famous doctor in the capital, and the medical skills are definitely not comparable to the bell doctor in a small place, he gave some medicinal powder, brewed it with boiling water, dipped it in a towel, and carefully wiped it on Yu Shinan's forehead for a while, he slowly began to show signs of awakening, only to listen to a long exhalation, Yu Shinan opened his hazy eyes, in a trance, after half a ring, under the call of Han Rui, he gradually came to his senses.

Han Rui was relieved and asked softly, "Gong Yu, how do you feel?" ”

After all, after many years of wind and rain, overnight, the grief of losing his relatives has also survived, Yu Shinan naturally did not collapse so easily, with tears in his eyes, and said sadly: "Heartache......"

After a sentence, Yu Shinan had no interest in speaking, he closed his eyes gently, and the sadness with him became more and more intense, at this time, no matter how much comfort he had, it was in vain, but what else could he do? Han Rui couldn't think of it, so he had to explain it over and over again.

Change, mourning, take care, and speaking with a dry mouth, Yu Shinan finally reacted, did not open his eyes, but said in a low voice: "Fu Jie, and let the old man be quiet for a while." ”

Yes, I don't bother myself, but others are annoyed, Han Rui hurriedly shut up, got up quietly, and whispered: "Gong Yu, you are so rested, if there is anything, just ask." ”

Yu Shinan continued to be immersed in grief as if there was a response, Han Rui obediently stepped out, closed the door with his hands lightly, and instructed the servants to pay close attention to the movements in the room, and report it immediately if there was anything abnormal, and then came to the side hall.

"Twenty-one Lang, how is Gong Yu?" Qian Feng hurriedly asked.

"Wake up." Han Rui sighed lightly: "I'm still sad, I think I'm verbose, and I was driven out." ”

"Amitabha, blame the poor monks." Monk Huaihai blamed himself: "I didn't consider the feelings of Lord Yu, I knew that this was the case, and I shouldn't have told him directly." ”

"The monks don't speak, and you are also entrusted by others." Han Rui said: "Besides, the matter can't be hidden, and Gong Yu will know sooner or later, there is no difference." ”

Zhiyong is also a famous monk in the world, there are many disciples and grandchildren, one to ten, ten to hundred, such a big celebrity died, it must be boiling, how can there be an impermeable wall in the world, sooner or later it will reach Yu Shinan's ears, I have already heard of it, while the body is still quite tough now, even if it will be unbearable for a while and a half, it will always pass, if you know that it is late, the heart will be more sad and remorseful, what will be the situation at that time, it is difficult to say.

said so, but the expressions of the three of them were not relaxed, and they didn't have the heart to move their chopsticks to the vegetarian meal on the table, after all, not everyone has the urge to turn sadness into appetite.

After a period of silence, Han Rui took the lead in breaking the silence and said: "Monk, this time I went to Beijing, except for sending a letter to Duke Yu, there should be nothing else to do, if it's okay, don't rush back, stay longer, a year and a half ......"

"A year and a half will definitely not work." Monk Huaihai shook his head and said, "In two or three days, the poor monk will leave." ”

"It's so urgent." Han Rui frowned.

Huaihai was quite touched: "Life is short, fate is unpredictable, only unswerving practice can be liberated." ”

"Master Huaihai, wouldn't it be more convenient to stay in the capital to practice, there are many eminent monks and great virtues, if you don't understand anything, you can ask them for advice at any time." Qian Feng said.

"Money donor, only listen to others, don't understand yourself, has no effect." Monk Huaihai said: "Other people's Tao is always someone else's, and only when you have attained the Tao is your own." ”

Still half-understood, but Qian Feng was not in the mood to study carefully, so he agreed casually, but heard Han Rui say: "Monk, I just said that I wanted to send two letters, who else besides Yu Gong, do you need help?" ”

"Not necessarily." Monk Huaihai had a smile on his face, picked up a brocade box more than three feet long, put it on the table, and said softly: "I am entrusted by someone to send a letter to Master Han." ”

"My letter, this?" Han Rui was stunned.

Monk Huaihai nodded slightly, and when he was entrusted by someone to see the "letter", he also reacted to it.

"It's a book of ten thousand words, and it's not that long." Qian Feng couldn't help but be speechless, and guessed, could it be that the content of the letter was written in a large font, who would be so boring?

"Who's on it?" Han Rui's expression was strange, vague, and he guessed a few points.

Monk Huaihai was very honest, and did not pinch the bad taste of selling Guanzi, and said directly: "When I was in Yongxin Temple, Zhiyong Shibo passed away, and the prince of the Wang family came to treat the funeral, and heard that the poor monk was going to send a letter to the capital, so he asked the poor monk to hand over this letter to Han Shizhu. ”

"Prince of the Wang family, who is it...... That ......" Qian Feng's eyes widened, and he immediately woke up, he was a disciple of the Langya Wang family, and the monk Zhiyong was the seventh grandson of Wang Xizhi, even if the two were not relatives, they were also of the same clan, and it was not unusual for them to go to the funeral.

“… Yingluo, Brother Wang. His eyes drifted away for a while, and Han Rui also had a warm smile on his face, and then slowly faded away, and sighed: "Speaking of which, since he came to the capital, he hasn't been in contact with him for a long time, he... How's it going? ”

"It's still the same." Monk Huaihai said: "I heard that I was going to get married, but because of the death of my uncle, I had to delay. ”

"Married, with Miss Jiangzhen?" Qian Feng asked, his demeanor was calm, but he was a little concerned, how to say, he was also a former admirer, and naturally hoped that she would have a good home.

Stunned for a moment, Monk Huaihai shook his head and said, "That, the poor monk doesn't know." ”

"Isn't it, you must know that for him, Miss Jiangzhen is ......," Qian Feng said, a little excited.

"Cough, third brother, these mundane things, the monk is dedicated to cultivating Buddhism, where will he know." Han Rui reminded that he reached out and took the brocade box, since it was a letter, there should be an answer in it.

Qian Feng came to his senses and hurriedly said, "Twenty-one Lang, open it up and take a look." ”

There is no need to urge, Han Rui has already untied the rope and opened the brocade box, inside is a scroll, elegant and plain white notepaper, exuding a faint fragrance, a ribbon in the center of the curl, tied with a delicate bow, Han Rui reached out, and was about to take out the scroll, at this time, a servant hurriedly said: "Lang Jun, Duke Yu has an invitation, I want to see this master." ”

Han Rui raised his head, closed the lid of the brocade box, got up and said, "Go with us." ”

Helplessly, several people let go of their curiosity and hurriedly walked to the guest room, but saw that Yu Shinan had already gotten up and regained his calm and peaceful demeanor, but there were still a few red threads in his eyes, which showed that the sadness had not diminished.

"Gong Yu, are you better?" Han Rui asked softly.

Yu Shinan was silent, his palms trembled slightly, and he motioned for everyone to sit down, and then said, "The old man lost his temper just now. ”

The voice was dull, slightly hoarse, but the tone was calm, a little reassuring to everyone, Monk Huaihai folded his hands and persuaded him: "Amitabha, Yu Jushi, Zhiyong Shibo once said, flowers bloom and fall, one life is extinguished, the way of reincarnation, the principle of nature, extinguished, I know that it is not a new beginning, the master is profound, seeking benevolence and benevolence, and now it is just the completion of merit and liberation." ”

"Master Huaihai is right." Han Rui agreed and said, at this time, there is no need to care about any anti-Buddha and extermination, as long as it can appease people's hearts and give Yu Shinan a spiritual sustenance, no matter how false it is, it will be correct.

Yu Shinan believed in Buddhism, and accepted this kind of comfort in its entirety, perhaps because he had figured it out, or maybe he hid his sadness in his heart and did not reveal it, and asked calmly: "Master Fulao told me, how did Master leave?" ”

"Amitabha." Monk Huaihai chanted the Buddha's name, his expression was more solemn, and he said slowly: "Before the death, Master Zhiyong seemed to have a hunch, early in the morning, as usual, with the monks in the morning, at the end of the day, but suddenly proposed, to walk in the temple, accompanied by two small novices, up and down the mountain, practice the word building, iron threshold, retreat pen mound......"

(To be continued)