"Looks like you know a lot. Chen Fan said.

"The disciple of the old immortal Sai is actually with the evil witch doctor who is angry with the people and gods, if this matter spreads, I am afraid that his old man's reputation will be ruined by you!"

"Don't come to this set, I'm me, Sai Hua Tuo is Sai Hua Tuo, a witch doctor or something, and I have an egg relationship, Hongji monk, I was almost blown up by your people, I delayed you chasing the Holy Maiden of Wushan, you owe me a sum of money, the grievances between you, I don't know, I have nothing to do with her, but there is one point, between you, there must be some misunderstanding, for example, the monk of Hanyun Temple sells Hehuan San in her name, and makes money in the name of her divine doctor, don't you know?"

"What??" Hongji couldn't help but be stunned when he heard Chen Fan's words, "What you said, but it's true?"

"Do you really don't know, or are you pretending to be confused, when I came, didn't you also want me to cheat the lottery with 80,000 yuan?" Chen Fan saw Hongji's expression blank, he really couldn't believe that the other party would know nothing.

"Lao Wei deceived you into drawing lots, naturally he wanted to save your life, who knew that you drew a lot of heaven and man, everything is God's will, Buddhism talks about cause and effect, I can only abide by it, as for the people in the door to cheat sesame oil money...... I think...... It was Shouxiang's Wuchen who deceived me, my senior brother was in a coma and needed a lot of medicine money, so I asked him to find a way...... I didn't expect him to ......" Hongji showed an embarrassed expression, and the atmosphere fell into a brief silence.

"Take me to meet Kobo Daishi who is unconscious. ”

Chen Fan broke the silence and said.

"This ...... It's okay, you are a disciple of Saihuatuo, maybe there is really a way to cure the senior brother, if you knew that you were a disciple of Saihuatuo, why let so many people die in vain, Amitabha, if Doctor Chen can cure my senior brother, Hanyun Temple owes you a great favor!"

Monk Hongji walked in front to lead Chen Fan, all the way through the backyard of the temple, to the east, to the door of a quiet meditation room.

"Please!"

Monk Hongji opened the door of the meditation room, and in the simple room, an old and thin monk lay on a wooden bed, unconscious.

Next to the unconscious old monk, there were two young monks waiting on the side, and when they saw Hongji coming in, the two bowed, respectfully withdrew, and stayed outside.

Chen Fan was not in a hurry to see a doctor for the old monk, but looked at this simple meditation room.

If it is an ordinary person, it is natural to not see the extraordinary in the simplicity of this meditation room, but many things, but can not hide from Chen Fan, first of all, the old monk lying on the wooden bed, it is not an ordinary hardwood, nor is it a precious pear blossom wood and mahogany, but from a kind of wood called sequoia cut in one piece, this wood has an advantage that few people know, it can exude a calming special smell, but also can avoid insects and moisture.

Hanyun Temple is located on the top of the reservoir mountain, the humidity and cold dew are very heavy, in addition to the wooden plank, the wooden board of this meditation room is also crossed paving three layers, warm in winter and cool in summer.

Of course, these details require a pair of discerning eyes to discover, Chen Fan's focus is not only on the extraordinary in the ordinary of the meditation room, but after he entered the meditation room, he felt that the air was filled with rich aura, and a breath made him feel extremely comfortable.

"There's quirkiness in this room. ”

Chen Fan thought to himself, his eyes wandering around, trying to find the oddities of the house.

But at this moment, Hongji moved a chair and made a gesture to Chen Fan, "Doctor Chen, I'm tired, please help my senior brother see what the hell is going on, he has been in a coma for a long time...... If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it ......"

"Hmm. ”

Chen Fan nodded without being salty, what happened today made him have a very bad sense and impression of Hanyun Temple, such a thing as sincerely saving people definitely does not exist, he is not a saint, he thinks that he can't do it and others will kill him, and he still does what the other party does.

The reason why he came to see the comatose old monk was to solve the mystery in his heart, Luo Yisha's cold-faced blade gave him a great shock, when she killed the monk with a flying knife, she showed no mercy, but she could obviously use the ghostly medical path to destroy the Hanyun Temple, but she didn't do it, which shows that she is not a person without a bottom line.

Chen Fan faintly felt that things would not be so simple.

Chen Fan moved his gaze to the thin old monk lying on the bed, only to see that the monk was calm, without joy or sorrow, although his cheekbones were slightly high because of emaciation, but his whole person looked like a sense of unfathomable.

If it weren't for Chen Fan's feeling that he still had temperature, he would almost subconsciously think that this old monk had gone to Elysium.

Hongji on the side saw that after Chen Fan sat down, he didn't take his pulse, let alone check his tongue, eyes, ears, and nose like other Chinese medicine doctors, and couldn't help frowning, in fact, he didn't invite Western doctors to come and see, but those Western doctors came and said that the patient had become a vegetative person and wouldn't live long.

In such a situation, Hongji almost lost hope, originally, he still had a little hope for Chen Fan, because he was labeled as a disciple of Saihuatuo.

But now Hongji found that Chen Fan did not have any prelude to healing at all.

"Doctor Chen'......"

Although Hongji is a monk, he showed an anxious look at this time, and he couldn't say many words, nor could he ask, so he could only chant on the side.

"Hmm. ”

Chen Fan nodded again, but he still didn't take the pulse.

"Big-eared monk, can you go out?"

"This ......"

Hongji hesitated.

"What's the matter, don't worry about me?" Chen Fan smiled coldly, "You chant scriptures every day, don't you even understand the simplest principles of life?"

"Okay, I'll go out. Hongji had no choice but to stand up, he took a few steps outside, turned around and said, "Master Chen, if you need anything, please tell me as soon as possible, I will be guarding outside the door." ”

"Hmm. ”

Chen Fan waved his hand, and the meaning of the big-eared monk was obvious, if something happened to the unconscious old monk, he would probably be attacked like Luo Yisha.

"Monks are compassionate? ”

Chen Fan shook his head slightly, he glanced at the closed door, and walked back to the wooden bed.

"What a ridiculous reason. ”

Chen Fan took a deep breath, waved his hand, and sat up the old monk lying flat, he reached out and checked the other party's pulse, and sure enough, he was like a gossamer, as if it would disappear at any time.

But Chen Fan had a serious expression and said to the old monk in a coma: "Although I don't know what kind of exercises you are practicing and you need turtle breath, I can feel that you are only a little bit away from breaking through, since this is the case, let me help you." ”

The purple mangs in Chen Fan's hands surged, and several silver needles were arranged on the table next to him, he did not immediately apply the needles, but went around to the back of the monk, and put his hand on the wooden board, he picked it with his hand, and the wooden board clicked, and a special square hole appeared!

The bottom of this square hole is bottomless, but there is a dense air coming out of it, and even the sound of wind whistle can be faintly heard.

Underneath the plank bed is an ancient well!

(End of chapter)