Subsequently, an old monk came, sent someone to open the door, and respectfully invited Lizhan to enter the door.

When he stepped into the high threshold, he found that there were soldiers behind the heavy gate, and behind the door there were three iron bolts as thick as an arm.

This kind of battle really surprised Lizhan.

The gate of the dungeon in the capital is strictly guarded, and those who are strictly guarded are like facing a great enemy.

"Welcome to the Heavenly Maiden!" As soon as the old monk bowed his head, all the monks folded their hands together and bowed to her.

"It's a nuisance to the Buddha Gate." He bowed back, and then swept his gaze to everyone.

The old monk touched the little novice's head and pulled him behind him. All the monks lowered their heads and stared at their toes, never raising their eyes to look at her, as if she were a tigress, and wished they could lift their feet and retreat three feet away.

Lizhan felt strange, but he didn't have time to study the reason in detail, and the most important thing was that whether it was a soldier or a monk, his face was covered with a thick black scarf, and it seemed that Gu Fuwei did show the plan she wrote.

"The Heavenly Maiden cares about my temple, where can it be regarded as a nuisance, but there are plague patients living in my Dayue Temple, and the Heavenly Maiden needs to be careful to avoid it."

"Well, I see, thanks for the reminder."

The old monk had a kind face, and he spoke the official language very well.

Before the rebellion in the Western Regions, Qishui was the main route for merchants to circulate, and it was close to the Central Plains. Dayue Temple is the most famous temple in the Western Regions, and there are many pilgrims who want to come to the Central Plains.

The old monk stood on his chest with one hand, "Lao Gao is the presiding officer of this temple, if the Heavenly Maiden wants to inspect, the old man can lead the way for the Heavenly Maiden." ”

"Then there will be Lao presiding."

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The monks of the Western Regions wore more modest clothes than the monks of the Central Plains.

In the cold weather, the old monk was still walking barefoot in the snow, and he saw a long and deep hole in his heel, revealing the faintly visible red flesh in it.

I heard my brother say earlier that the high monks of the Western Regions are especially ascetic, even if the temple incense is endless, those who have to carry the Dharma must let themselves suffer.

But although he is bitter, he can't suffer the Buddha.

The Great Moon Temple is built so majestically and magnificently, everywhere you go, it is breathtaking.

The ground is paved with the finest "gold bricks", of course, the "gold bricks" are not made of gold, but they are the best bricks and stones in the world.

In the capital, only the emperor's palace paved the first floor.

The golden body of the Buddha is made of real gold, and the bright hall is very bright, even if it is a little damaged and, but you can't see the material inside, which shows how thick the golden body is.

It's just that......

Such a magnificent temple, but it is lifeless. There are only a few monks who come and go, holding a wooden basin and a sweat towel in their hands, or carrying a pot of rice porridge and a basket of pancakes, and there is no brilliance in their eyes.

"These are monks who take care of the sick?"

"Yes."

"I know some medical skills, and I want to take a look."

"Then I'll go all the way."

The old monk led the way in front, Lizhan did not refuse the old monk's follow, she was dressed casually, but she was paying attention all the way.

Because she didn't think something was quite right from the start.

The temple was too quiet, and there were more soldiers than monks.

For such a large temple, there are not thousands of monks, but there must be hundreds. Even if there were 60 patients to take care of, it stands to reason that 10 people would be more than enough.

The rest of the people, waiting, don't they need to meditate? Don't you need to chant the scriptures?

Could it be that when the temple is closed, these ascetic monks are too lazy to do nothing in their nests?

It's really weird.

There are many forks in this big moon temple, and the two sides of the road are separated, which is the side branch leading to many gates.

As he walked away, he suddenly noticed that there was a foot on the grass at the entrance of a gate, revealing the arch.

There were no shoes on their feet, and the monks, including the presiding officer, were also barefoot.

The people of Qishui are rich, and the people are occasionally poor, and they should not be so poor that they are barefoot in the winter, which shows that he is also a bitter monk who cultivates.

And the feet are flat, so it can be seen that the man is lying flat on the grass.

Lizhan's first instinct was————That's a dead man!"

It's not just a dead man, but a dead man who is thrown on the ground at will, and he hasn't had time to restrain himself!

"Heavenly Maiden, the road is slippery on snowy days, watch your step." The old monk suddenly turned his head and looked at him with a smile, and he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, and suddenly withdrew his gaze.

"Thank you, Master, for the reminder."

The old monk didn't say much, his eyes were flat, he turned his head and continued to walk in front, and he followed behind with questions in his heart.

After two incense sticks, I finally arrived at a remote courtyard.

"Heavenly Maiden, this is the place to isolate the plague patients."

Lizhan covered the scarf on his face and walked in.

There is a sun-facing house in the courtyard, with the pestle in the sealed position, two stories high, dry and ventilated.

Lizhan walked to the door of the first floor and looked at the old monk with a soliciting eye, the old monk nodded, as a sign of permission, she nodded politely, and pushed the door in.

The door opened a crack, and before I could see the situation inside, the first thing that came out was a bad smell. The smell was a mixture of herbs and the smell of blood and decay on the human body, and it was very unpleasant and difficult to express.

Qiao'er, Amu, and Miao Miao, Su Rili all followed Lizhan for consultation, such an unpleasant smell was bearable, no one pinched their noses, but slowed down and probed in with extra care.

Lizhan looked into the room, and there was a long bunk in a huge room, and about twenty people were crammed into this room. Head to foot, foot to head.

They wore the unique folk clothes of the Qishui people, and their fingers carried glittering gems, but their eyes were dull like the dry lake, and they cracked one after another, forming the shape of blood.

If people can be compared to flowers and trees, then the people in this nest are the withered grass that has been trampled by horses' hooves after autumn, staggering and losing half of their spirit.

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" People rushed to cover their mouths and cough loudly, and a few serious ones even had to turn over and hold a spittoon to cough blood.

"Be careful!" The monks hurriedly got out of the way, and even reminded them to leave, but it is conceivable that the plague is more terrible than the evil ghosts in people's hearts, so that these monks who can walk freely in the snow with bare feet suddenly have such a big reaction.

Lizhan shook his head calmly, only said "It's okay" and walked over to one of the people who was lying down.

"This brother, can you put your hand on the side of the bed and ask me to have a consultation?"

Amu translated Lizhan's words into the words of the Western Regions.

The man who was lying on the bed in his early thirties, when he heard the sound of Lizhan raised his head slightly, his tired eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a bright figure in front of him, but he didn't see what Lizhan was wearing at a glance, but when he saw her fox-like appearance, he felt that her body was like being covered with gold, so dazzling that he could not look at it directly.

He was suddenly shocked, and lowered his head to straighten out his wrinkled sleeves, a little embarrassed.

"You...... You are...... ......The answer was about to come out when the man suddenly stopped.

Lizhan didn't understand, but Amu heard it clearly, and a trace of doubt slipped in her heart, but she still added this sentence and said it to Lizhan to hear.

Lizhan nodded, "Yes, I'm the Heavenly Maiden." ”

The man obediently stretched out his hand, lifted his sleeve directly, and grabbed the man's wrist.

The man was surprised, but he also enjoyed taking the pulse from the lamp, and he was not in a hurry about what his condition was.

After a closer look, he asked, "When did you get sick?" ”

The man muttered, "Xu...... It's been a long time, and I can't remember when I got it. ”

Lizhan loosened his pulse and stood up, the man never asked how his condition was, but he hung his head a little nervously, and others only thought that he was a little flustered in front of the beauty.

Without saying a word, he turned and left the room.

Mo said that the monks were puzzled, it was Qiao'er, Amu and Miao Miao were also surprised, and looked blankly at the back of the person who pushed the door away from the lamp, and it took a while to react, she actually touched the pulse and left!

"Master!"

"Miss......"

The crowd followed.

Lizhan stopped under a straight cedar tree.

"Miss, aren't you looking forward to coming for a consultation? How did it come out? Qiao'er asked, Lizhan didn't answer, but there was some faint clarity in his eyes, and he looked a little cold.