"Tell me something, let's figure it out together. Zhou Mengyuan's eyes contained sincerity.

Qin'er bowed her head and was silent, her footsteps moving left and right to break through.

Zhou Mengyuan stretched out his arms to block, "Let's let go of the past for the time being, okay? ”

A few steps away from the side of the road, a squinting little monk who was cleaning the road, stopped the broom and had been there to watch and eavesdrop, seeing this scene stride over, the pig's nostrils were inserted in white - pretending to be like (elephant), clamping the broom under his armpit, clasping his hands together, and solemnly said: "Amitabha! Everyone has their own ambitions." In broad daylight. Buddhist shrine. Ask the male donor to put down his arm to restrain his rudeness, and let the female donor pass. ”

When I heard the words and looked at the appearance, I only felt clumsy. Zhou Mengyuan said disdainfully: "The matter of Hongchen, the little master is willing to intervene, and the six roots are not clean, right?"

The most taboo comment for monks, especially those who have strange intentions.

"My Buddha is merciful!

The little monk left with a sigh of discouragement, and had no intention of continuing to clean, so he went inside with a broom. was stopped by a middle-aged monk with a foreign accent, "Sekong! What a bold man, dare to be lazy under the nose of the teacher?"

The little monk was silent and hurriedly swept up. I can't even remember the Heart Sutra. The puppy on top of the dung heap ----- loaded big!

Just when Zhou Mengyuan was angry and humiliated the little monk, Qin'er took the opportunity to slip away.

It was inconvenient to be reluctant again and again, so Zhou Mengyuan had no choice but to follow him to the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The gilded statue of Shakyamuni Buddha in a robe, meditating in the center of the main hall, with one hand on his chest and the other pointing to the sky, his expression is solemn and natural, which makes people awe-inspired.

On the incense table in front of him, incense is lit with wax, and various fruits, vegetarian food, and flowers are placed, and in front of the incense table, there is a merit box that can never be filled with money. On the left side of the incense case, there is a yellow-clothed Zen master, with a kind appearance, half-closed eyes, counting Buddhist beads in his left hand and holding a mallet in his right hand. The voice reverberated crisply, making the heart feel calm.

Zhou Mengyuan didn't go in, standing at the door and waiting.

Seeing Qin'er come out, he hurriedly said: "Qin'er, slow down! If you don't explain the reason clearly, Zhou Mengyuan will not let go." ”

After all, they are small, and they are people who love each other, Qin'er raised her head and didn't speak, and couldn't help but cry like rain.

"My father he ······ I've been in a coma for two days. Woohoo..."

Zhou Mengyuan was shocked, "What is the reason?"

"Lang Zhong said it was cerebrovascular disease, woo, it's hopeless. Whining. My mother dreamed last night that my father was wearing shackles and kneeling in the snow at the entrance of the Hades Palace, and his whole body was white. Wake me up before dawn and let me come to Famen Temple to seek Buddha. ”

This dream is unlucky! It depends on the blame. The outcome depends on creation.

"Qin'er doesn't cry!" Zhou Mengyuan said, "I'll find a master to ask a few words, and when we're done, we'll ride a horse to the county seat together, and find a better Langzhong to take a look." ”

Qin'er was distraught, lost her opinion, and said that she would wait outside the gate of the temple.

Zhou Mengyuan looked around, but there were only sporadic pilgrims, and there was not a single monk. Hurriedly returned to the main hall, regardless of the chime Zen master counting beads silently reciting the calmness of his heart, he slipped over and whispered: "Master, the disciple has a sacred thing that he wants to teach. ”

The Zen master ignored it, and recited the beads as such.

Ask again.

The Zen master said: "The disciple has no talent, he only serves the Buddha and knocks the chime, and he doesn't know anything else." Please forgive the donor. ”

Zhou Mengyuan came out, and saw that the squinting little monk who interfered with him when he was a child was cleaning the steps of the sixth degree, walked over quickly, put his hands together and said, "Master, the disciple wants to ask where the abbot is, or where is there a master with a higher cultivation?"

The little monk stopped sweeping the floor, tilted his head, glanced at Zhou Mengyuan with slender squinting eyes under his bald eyebrows, and stood on his chest with a very solemn right palm and saluted back: "The abbot has not returned from a long journey, and there are more than a thousand monks in the temple, and the disciples know less than ten. Compared with the few people who know something, I should be considered one of those who have a higher level of cultivation. Huh!"

The little monk finished speaking, a little confident and smug appeared on his face, and his small eyes looked at Zhou Mengyuan again.

"Alas!"

Sighing impatiently, he reached into his collar and took out his knuckles, "This is it." Can you explain?"

The little monk approached, glanced at it several times, stretched his neck and nose over and sniffed a few times, and said, "It's like a wrench, it's too thin, and it's not gorgeous enough." Like a relic, how can it be burned black? Ordinary things, take them away. ”

"How do you know relics?"

Zhou Mengyuan suddenly remembered that there was a hearsay that after the death of a monk who has cultivated supremely, he will be cremated, and there will be relics.

"So, how can it be a knuckle?

"The disciple became a monk at the age of five, participated in the cremation of many eminent monks, and also helped pick up relics, but I have never seen anything. But this... Tell you when the disciple asks for advice. Come back tomorrow, right?"

"How do I find you?"

"If a disciple violates the precepts, he will be punished for one month. Huh!"

"Thank you, master!"

You can’t judge a book by its cover!

Putting the knuckles back on, Zhou Mengyuan ran to Qin'er and stretched out his hand, "Quick! "Take the hand and hold it.

Qin'er's little hand dodged for a while, but still handed it to Zhou Mengyuan.

Holding hands at this time, he was unconscious, just comforting and lighting up hope for Qin'er's panic.

After paying all the fees, Zhou Mengyuan asked Qin'er to get on the horse, but Qin'er blushed and refused.

Some days there is no contact, not because of goodbye, but because of contradictions.

The reunion after a harmonious farewell is warmly expected, and the contact after the contradiction is awkward and even embarrassing.

Qin'er was so anxious that she didn't want to ride a horse. It's just an imposition to cover up and pretend to be hypocritical.

Because of his previous suspicions, Zhou Mengyuan didn't dare to be reluctant, and he didn't have time to guess Qin'er's heart, "Then you just stay where you are, and wait until I invite Lang Zhong and go home together." ”

"No! I'm going. ”

With the help of Zhou Mengyuan, Qin'er got on the horse.

Zhou Mengyuan held the reins in his hand, stepped on the stirrup, and flew up, just this action made Qin'er admire in his heart. I haven't seen him for a few days, and the weak scholar has transformed into a knight!

The back was warm, the heart was open, and a trace of affection began to stir in Qin'er's heart again.

Recalling the selfless help of the fourth uncle, facing the nightmare of the shy and reserved Qin'er and aunt, Zhou Mengyuan sighed bloodily in his heart, full of worry.

Nothing to say all the way.

Qin'er leaned forward as hard as she could, and Zhou Mengyuan tried her best to carry her back, not daring to ride her horse.

On the same horseback, two people are almost zero apart, but the heart, one in the head of the horse, the other in the tail of the horse, when to approach, when to collide, waiting for the horse to turn back, the heart to realize.

When they arrived at the county seat, they went straight to Huairentang.

Here, Qin'er came here, and she came with Zhou Mengyuan to exchange gold bars, and bought Wufa Ling for Ganoderma lucidum. Qin'er clearly remembered that Zhou Mengyuan told Lang Zhong that as long as Wufa Ling had curative effects, he would come to buy it. At that time, I was ignorant and only thought it was a kind of family affection. It wasn't until that night that I realized that they had been secretly hooking up for a long time.

The impression of the purpose made Qin'er's mood worse, if it weren't for her dying father, she wouldn't have come in at all.

The Huai Ren Tang store is famous, Lang is highly skilled in medicine and greedy for money, and has a bad reputation, and there are three large rooms with a business area and stools of different heights for customers to wait and sit. There are also many people today, some of them are looking at Langzhong, and some are taking medicine.

The sitting man who was taking the pulse of an old woman was still smiling, without losing his previous complexion.

Zhou Mengyuan didn't have time to wait when he came in, and said hurriedly: "Langzhong, my fourth uncle suddenly fainted, was in bed for two days, unconscious, and wanted to invite you to take a look." ”

"Young master, wait a minute! After the diagnosis is made, it will not be too late to go. ”

"He's dying!"

"No, we have to wait!"

Zhou Mengyuan was suddenly furious, and a pair of blazing eyes under the thick sword eyebrows burst out, and he slapped the table and said: "Human life is at stake! As Langzhong, where is the medical virtue? Dare not go with me immediately and smash this unworthy Huairentang." ”

When Lang Zhong saw Zhou Mengyuan dressed, he was so frightened that he left his seat.

Qin'er immediately stood side by side beside Zhou Mengyuan and rose.

The crowd was in an uproar.

The old woman who was being checked by the pulse held her chin in her hand and gasped and moaned, "Ahhh ”

The shopkeeper who was grabbing the medicine saw that the situation was not good, and put down the dengcheng measure. A very small rod scale, which can be accurate to the money), hurriedly came out to persuade Zhou Mengyuan.

He has the backstage of being an official, and he is not afraid that the store will be smashed, and he is worried that Lang Zhong will be injured and delay his income.

"Hehe! The young master was angry. Lang Zhong's words are not wrong, but they are not weighed in a hurry, and they are reversed, which is slightly offensive. How about letting him go with you now?"

As soon as I heard that the shopkeeper wanted to let him go to the clinic, Lang Zhong, who was sitting in the crowd, immediately complained bitterly, "Ouch! My heart is beating, dizzy, and my waist hurts badly.

Zhou Mengyuan ignored it, and hugged his fist at the shopkeeper and said: "Thank you for the merciful shopkeeper! ”

"Hehe, the young master knows that there are no less than 100 people in Huairentang every day, and the income is considerable, all of which is supported by this Lang Zhong······"

"The shopkeeper doesn't need to say much. Something to say. ”

"Okay! Then I'll make it clear, Lang Zhong has to have a personal safety deposit of ten taels of silver to go to the clinic, and the visit fee is two taels. In addition, Lang Zhong is old, has perennial pain in the lumbar vertebral disc, his legs and feet are not dexterous, and he is afraid of seeing the light, so he must take a covered carriage. ”

People talked about it in private.

"It's so expensive! It's a prevarication, isn't it?"

"When the business is good, Lang Zhong's worth has also gone up. The grass is as high as the mountains. ”

Qin'er couldn't hold back and said angrily: "You are asking for a price, purely bullying the poor." ”

Zhou Mengyuan knew that when he came out, he only brought a few copper money for food, and understood that it was the shopkeeper's deliberate trouble. The stakes are very high, be patient for the time being, and save the fourth uncle.

"I grant you all your requests. Wait a while, let Lang Zhong continue to see the doctor, and I'll bring it right away. ”

The shopkeeper nodded to Lang Zhong proudly and smiled, "Come here, continue to see a doctor." ”

Zhou Mengyuan urged the horse to gallop away.

Qin'er waited outside, and was heartbroken when she heard the shopkeeper's words.

She wanted to tell Zhou Mengyuan about this.

Qin'er vaguely knows that the current Brother Mengyuan is not just a fragrant scholar who values harmony······

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