Four Hundred and Three: Move the Capital to Chenzhou (9)
Zhang Ping paused just as he was about to lift his steps, and stretched his ears to hear what the old monk wanted to do. 』WwΔW. LieWen. CC
The farmer thought for a while and said, "There is such a gentleman. Does the master know him?"
The old monk twisted the beads and said, "I have a certain fate with him. I wonder if the donor can let me know?"
Before the farmer's owner could hesitate whether to agree or refuse, Zhang Ping walked out.
"The person this master is looking for is Zixiao?"
Zhang Ping knew that Wei Ci had many friends, but the monk in front of him was really weird. How did he know that Wei Ci was staying here?
"Exactly. I wonder if little friend Wei is okay now?"
Zhang Ping believed most of the words and then turned sideways to invite the old monk and the young novice monk beside him to come into the house. It was midsummer and the sun was very hot.
"Zixiao has had a high fever for the past two days and is almost in a coma. I have tried all kinds of medicine, but it still doesn't work." When Zhang Ping said this, he couldn't help but frown, and added, "Maybe it's because there are no good doctors in this small place. , in short, this condition makes people anxious.”
The old monk smiled slightly, took off the bamboo hat on his head to protect himself from the sun, and handed the bamboo hat and wooden staff to the little novice beside him to take care of him.
"What the donor said is wrong. Little friend Wei has not recovered yet. I am afraid he is missing some medicine."
The owner of the farm enthusiastically filled a bowl of cold, clean well water. The old monk made a Buddhist salute, took it with a smile, and thanked him in a low voice.
Zhang Ping was stunned, "Yinyin? The doctor didn't say what kind of medicine was missing from the prescription."
The old monk drank two sips, and then gave the pottery bowl to the thirsty little novice monk. The boy took it and drank it all.
"This medicine is mainly used to treat heart diseases." The old monk looked kindly, then lowered his head and asked the young novice, "But I have drunk enough."
The young novice nodded shyly and politely changed the pottery bowl to the farmer's owner.
Zhang Ping became more and more puzzled, "Heart disease?"
The old monk said, "Little friend Wei is still very ill from a serious illness. It's not because of his body, but because of his inner depression. This is the cause of the disease."
The more Zhang Ping listened, the more he felt something was wrong, and the pace of leading the way could not help but slow down.
He had been living here for three days with the sick Wei Ci, and he had never seen this old monk at all. As soon as he came over, he kept chattering away, as if he knew everything. It was simply abnormal!
But then I thought about it, Wei Ci was originally a monster-like figure, how could the friends he made be normal people?
"Master, wait a minute, go down and wake up Zixiao." When he walked to the door, Zhang Ping nodded to the old monk, and then pushed open the door. Wei Ci's face was red with fever, and his lips were chapped. Even if he closed his eyes, it was still difficult. Hiding the haggard and sick look behind his eyes, "Zixiao? Wake up!"
"What, what's wrong..."
Wei Ci opened his eyes in a daze. His eyelids seemed to be filled with lead water, and it was very difficult to open them.
"There is a master who claims to be your friend and comes to see you."
When Zhang Ping said this, he felt a little strange. Although Wei Ci was very ill, he understood that something was wrong.
Just as he was about to speak, a shadow slowly lengthened and approached.
An old monk with a kind face unexpectedly came uninvited and made a Buddhist salute to him. Zhang Ping was so frightened when he saw the figure that he suddenly turned around, threw himself to one side, took down the weapons on the shelf, and looked in his eyes. He looked at the old monk fiercely.
The old monk didn't realize that he had startled anyone. He sat directly on the table and spoke to Wei Ci.
"Old monk's name is dusty, people from the river."
When he heard about Hejian County, Wei Ci's eyes lit up and he signaled to Zhang Ping that he didn't need to be so arrogant.
"Master, forgive me. Ci is now seriously ill and unable to get up and return the favor." Wei Ci secretly bit the tip of his tongue to regain consciousness, and said in a hoarse voice, "Just now Xiheng said that Master knows Ci, but Ci is not sick yet, nor is he Remember when I met the master."
Monk Liao Chen smiled and was fascinated. He scanned Wei Ci's face carefully and became convinced.
"It is true that my little friend and I have never met each other, but I do know someone, and my little friend should be familiar with him."
Wei Ci's heart skipped a beat, and a person's name first appeared in his mind, which made him feel even more frustrated.
Now, he still couldn't let go of that person. He was stunned.
"Who is the master referring to?"
"Hejian Liuxi, the son of Liuzhou Mu. Judging from their faces, she and my little friend should have a mortal connection."
Wei Ci's already red face turned red twice in an instant, and even looked a little more embarrassed.
"Ci and that husband are both men... Well, when did Master take over Yue Lao's responsibilities?"
Although Zhang Ping put down his weapon, he was still wary of the old monk's actions.
However, after listening to the conversation between the two people, he felt like he knew some big news?
Wei Ci and Liu Xi...are both men...
Zixiao actually has a habit of cutting off peach sleeves?
Liao Chen asked instead, "My little friend, you went north to find Mr. Liu Lang?"
Wei Ci responded with silence.
Liao Chen added, "Does the donor know that the difficulty in curing this serious illness is not due to the ineffective medicine and stone, but because of the donor's heart knot?"
"Just tell me what you want to say, Master."
Wei Ci was losing his patience, because Liu Xi had become a knot that he didn't want to touch because of the foreboding dream.
If he had persuaded her more firmly and not allowed her to go to Beijing, maybe this person would not have encountered an earthquake that should not have existed.
Dongqing is located in the north, and there are only three earthquakes recorded in a thousand years. His brain is not broken yet, so he naturally remembers it clearly.
In his previous life, there was no earthquake in Dongqing!
Now he is alive.
This made him have to think more, was this earthquake a warning from God that a monster was born in the world?
In this world, who else could be considered an ominous evildoer except him who was resurrected from the dead?
"Liu Langjun is fine, she is very lucky. My little friend, if she continues like this, she may not be around for long." Monk Liao Chen said straightforwardly, "The Lord of the True Dragon of Destiny, with good luck, even if It's a monster and it's hard to get close to him."
Wei Ci broke out into a cold sweat after hearing this. If it weren't for the fact that the sick Shen Ke had no strength, he would have almost sat up in shock.
"Master's words..." Wei Ci looked into Monk Chen's eyes with a cold and terrifying murderous intent.
The face is still the same, but the aura around him is no longer gentle, but instead carries a compelling gloominess.
Monk Liao Chen said, "She is still alive. I didn't come here specifically to find you. I just wanted to tell you. Young people are really more impetuous every generation. I think Liu Zhongqing could still listen to what I said quietly... "
After saying that, he looked at Wei Ci with a look that said, "I'm sorry for you."
Wei Ci responded with silence.
Okay, he can just keep quiet and shut up, you keep talking.
"There was a sudden earthquake a while ago. As I expected, it was probably not a natural disaster but a catastrophe."
After hearing this, Zhang Ping laughed dumbly and said, "Master's words are outrageous. Who can move mountains and seas and cause such a big earthquake?"