The little monk didn't know what was going on, but Shen Yi's expression was so haggard and serious, the little monk hurriedly took a step back so that people could come in.

"I'm in trouble." Shen Yi said, raising his feet and walking inside.

Shen Yi went to the main hall and was dragged in with the wind and snow, and the master of forgetting the dust who chanted the scriptures every day on weekdays was not there, and the hall looked very depressed, giving people the feeling that it had long been deserted.

It seemed even more deserted than it had been when he first arrived, as if there really was no one here anymore.

Shen Yi glanced back at the little monk, but before Shen Yi could ask, the little monk explained: "The master has been sick for the past two days, and the little monk has to take care of the master again, so it is inevitable that there will be some negligence in the hall." ”

"Master Forgotten Dust is sick?" Shen Yi looked at the little monk with a little surprise in his eyes.

The little monk nodded, but there was no sadness on his face, "The master is old and frail, and it is normal for him to be sick. ”

His tone was very flat, as if he had seen life and death.

But Shen Yi felt that he might not be looking down on life and death, but he couldn't understand what it meant to be truly separated from life and death.

If he was really so calm, then why would he ignore the hall he had to sweep every day because he took care of Master Forgetting?

"Have you been to the hospital?" Shen Yi asked.

The little monk shook his head, "The master said that life and death are fateful, if one day he is really gone, it means that he is already in the dust, and there is no need to force it." ”

Shen Yi felt a little grief in his heart, what about that night?

What about his late night?

Shen Yi looked at the little monk, his face was pale, his eyes were scarlet, he had been taking care of Ye Wanwan day and night in the past few days, his body was already exhausted, and he was just holding on at this time.

But the little monk looked at him like this, but he didn't have any surprise, as if no matter what kind of mood Shen Yi was in at this moment, he was not at all curious about the reason.

After a long time, Shen Yi said a little sluggishly, "Can I go and see Master Forgotten Dust?" ”

The little monk saluted Shen Yi, "Master Shen come with me." ”

The little monk took Shen Yi to the room where Master Forget Chen rested.

When he pushed the door in, Shen Yi happened to hear Master Forgetchen's cough.

Shen Yi raised his feet and walked in, and saw Master Forget Dust lying on the dilapidated wooden bed.

At this moment, Master Forgotten Dust had his eyes closed, perhaps because he heard the voice, so he tried to open his eyes.

Once Shen Yi said that he could fund the repair of Ling'an Temple, but Master Wuchen refused.

Shen Yi thought at that time, maybe the important thing for the big event of forgetting the dust is not whether the living environment is good or bad, he is just nostalgic for what this place used to be.

"Master Shen is here." Master Forget Chen looked at Shen Yi with his cloudy gaze and said weakly.

Shen Yi walked over and looked at Master Forget Chen who was lying on the bed, "You are sick, this place is not suitable for cultivation." ”

Master Forget Chen just shook his head, indicating that he had refused, and then continued to ask, "What is Lord Shen here to do when he came here today?" ”

Shen Yi's throat rolled, and he was silent for a while before he said in a deep voice: "My wife is sick and has been unconscious for three days. ”

He had no other way, so he came here to pray to the Buddha to wake him up sooner and later!

Master Forgotten Dust closed his eyes, he sighed, and said helplessly: "Everything is cause and effect. ”

(End of chapter)