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When the three of them descended the mountain, the red wall became taller. This is a temple built on the mountain. The three of Chu Huan were behind the temple, and they saw a door on the left side of the red wall. It was the back door of the temple. He wanted to knock on the door and enter the courtyard to rest for a while, but suddenly thought of something, and told the two to wait behind the temple first, while he went to the door, through the crack of the door, he vaguely saw that there was a courtyard inside, and there was no one there.

Chu Huan took out the dagger, raised his hand and stuck it on the wall, and then jumped up with his strength. His body was tempered by the "Dragon Elephant Sutra", and his body was as light as a swallow. He turned over the wall and looked down. He saw a courtyard inside , The artificial hills and green bamboos, the scenery is quite beautiful, and there are no people around. Chu Huan jumped off the wall and observed some movements around him. And Dai'er waved.

After Dai'er and Mei Niang came over, Chu Huan went out and pulled the dagger from the wall, put it in his boots, entered the courtyard, and quietly closed the back door.

He looked around, in order to avoid other troubles, it is better not to be seen, he saw the remote side on the left, a small stone road passed through, leading the way, and went to the left.

This stone road is not long, and I have never seen a single person along the way, and then a scent of fragrance blows over my face. In front of it is a dense pine forest, and plantains grow sparsely in the pine forest. Passing through the pine forest, I saw a tree in the corner. There are several houses, several golden linden trees are planted in front of the houses, and there are also several green bamboos.

Green pine, strong bamboo, and bodhi tree swayed slightly, and there was silence, as silent as the eternal quiet place in the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss.

The three rooms are connected together, but Chu Huan saw that the doors of two of them were locked. He knew that this place is probably a place where few people go, which is exactly what he wanted. He unlocked a door, beckoned to bring Mei Niang and Dai'er in, only to see that there were indeed tables, chairs and beds inside, but there were no bedding on the beds, and the room was full of dust, naturally no one had come in for a long time.

Chu Huan didn't care about these things, he didn't live here permanently, but he was here temporarily to treat Mei Niang's leg injury, recharge his energy, rest for a day, and then left.

He helped Meiniang to the bedside, Dai'er had already gently closed the door, walked to the table, sat down on the chair, her pretty face, which had been tense all the time, relaxed a little at this moment.

"Since this is a temple, there must be a special pharmacy here." Chu Huan said softly, "Take a break first, and when it gets darker, I'll go out to find medicine and bring you some food."

Mei Niang leaned on the bed, lifted her skirt, and looked at her injured leg. At this moment, she suddenly heard a coughing sound. Because, as an ordinary person, you may not be able to hear anything, but all three of them heard the cough. Chu Huan's five senses were amazing, and he could hear it clearly. To cough up.

Chu Huan frowned, put his fingers up to his mouth, signaled the two of us not to talk, moved to the edge of the door, looked out through the crack of the door, there was no one in front, and the voice seemed to be coming from the next door. Passed through the house.

Chu Huan gently opened the door, went out lightly, and closed the door behind him. At this moment, the cough sound was even more real, as it really came from the next room.

The room Chu Huan entered was the rightmost of the three rooms. He saw earlier that the middle room was also locked. Only the leftmost room seemed to be unlocked. Not surprisingly, the sound came from The room came.

He moved over lightly, wanting to see what was going on, and when he got to the window of the house, he saw that the window was ajar, with the gap open, carefully poked his head over, and looked inside.

But I saw a very simple wooden bed in that room, with a small desk next to the bed, and on that bed lay a bald monk, covered with a very dilapidated quilt, On the small case, there was a water glass, and the monk had his back to the window, and it was he who coughed.

Chu Huan frowned. The courtyard was still some distance away from the majestic buildings in front of him, but he didn't know why the monk was alone here, and his cough seemed to be seriously ill.

The monk coughed for a while, and finally calmed down a bit, but after a short while, he coughed again.

Chu Huan thought about it for a while, and didn't stay long. He turned around and was about to go back to his room, but saw a figure approaching on the pine forest path not far away.

Chu Huan made a decisive decision and rushed to the side. His figure was like a ghost, hiding behind the nearest golden bodhi tree. The branches of the golden bodhi tree were quite thick, apparently for many years, just blocking Chu Huan's body.

Chu Huan was only worried that there would be movement in Mei Niang's room and someone would find out. Fortunately, there was a dead silence, but the lock on the door was hanging there. If you looked closely, you would definitely find that someone had opened the lock.

In the middle of the pine forest, a gray-clothed monk was walking towards this side with a small basket. Chu Huan saw that he was walking lightly, and knew that he was just an ordinary monk, who seemed to be in his early thirties, passing by Meiniang's room At that time, the gray-clothed monk went to the sick monk's room without even looking at it. He looked around, as if he was checking to see if there was anyone around. The door closes.

Then Chu Huan stepped to the edge of the window, looked inside, and saw the gray-clothed monk put down the basket lightly, the sick monk had stopped coughing, and the room was completely silent.

"Uncle Xingui... Uncle Xinhui...!" The gray-clothed monk called softly twice, and the sick monk on the bed replied weakly: "It's Zhiliang...!"

His voice sounded rather old, and Chu Huan heard the two addressing each other, thinking that the seniority of the sick monk in the temple seemed to be quite high.

"Uncle Xinhui, the food was originally delivered early in the morning, but you also know that our Gushui Temple has to receive distinguished guests, and from the host to the following, we have been busy with this matter for a while, so the food could not be delivered in time. "The monk Na Zhiliang said softly: "Early this morning, the honored guests have arrived at the temple. Gather in the Daxiong Hall to chant scriptures and pray for blessings...!"

Chu Huan looked through the gap in the window, only to see the sick monk forced himself to sit up, and the gray-clothed monk Zhiliang stood aside.

"Thanks for your hard work...!" The sick monk's voice sounded very weak, and Chu Huan could vaguely see that the sick monk had a sallow complexion, emaciated, and bony bones, as if he had been lingering in bed for a long time.

Monk Zhiliang sighed: "Uncle Xingui, it's all like this now, why are you so obsessed...!"

After coughing for a while, the sick monk asked in a weak voice, "What do you mean by that...?"

"Uncle Master really doesn't understand what I mean." Zhiliang sighed softly again, "Uncle Master has been lingering in bed for more than half a year. If we don't find good medicine to treat him, I'm afraid it won't last long. We are all worried about Uncle Master and want to Seeking medical treatment for the uncle, but the uncle himself knows that there are five or sixty people in the temple, and the incense and silver are only enough for everyone to eat and drink, and there is really no extra money for the uncle to see a doctor...!"

The sick monk did not speak, but covered his mouth with one hand and coughed dully.

"Of course, Uncle Master knows that there are some Tibetan medicines in the medicine storehouse in the temple, but they are just some common medicinal materials, which can be used to treat skin and flesh wounds, but it is very difficult to treat serious illnesses like Uncle Master." Zhiliang Lowering his voice, he said, "Uncle Shi can only save himself."

The sick monk stopped coughing, and said weakly: "I know what you mean, are you still thinking about it?"

Hearing this, Chu Huan was a little curious, wondering whose idea the sick monk was talking about.

"Uncle Master, there is a saying in Buddhism that everything is empty. You have practiced Buddhism for so many years, can't you understand this truth?" Zhiliang said softly, "You have become like this, what use are those things to you?"

The sick monk sighed: "I know there are rumors, but let me tell you that those rumors are all false. The three realms of Buddhism, greed, anger, and ignorance. You have been a monk for many years. Why do you still have such greedy thoughts? "

Zhiliang's voice suddenly cooled down, and he said: "Uncle and nephew kindly persuaded you, but you are stubborn, and no one can save you. Rumors and rumors have never disappeared since you entered the temple. A rumor can spread for so long , naturally has his reason. If the rumors are true, why hasn't the box been dropped yet, and why didn't you take it out and announce it to everyone?"

"Go!" The sick monk lay down again, "There is no need to come here again."

"Uncle Master." Monk Zhiliang's voice suddenly became anxious, "As long as you hand over the box to my nephew, my nephew will definitely invite the best doctor in Beishan, and your illness will be cured...Why do you risk your life?" fiscal?"

"Give up your life but not your money?" The sick monk let out a strange laugh, "Do you really think that there are gold and silver treasures inside?"

"It's been rumored in the temple that there must be something extremely valuable in the box, otherwise you wouldn't cherish it that much." Zhiliang said in a low voice, "Even if it's not gold, silver and jewelry, it must be something very useful, uncle, you It’s already reached this point, so what’s the use of keeping that box? Whether it’s gold, silver, treasures or other things, if you really die of illness, you won’t be able to use anything.”

At this time, Chu Huan understood that the sick monk obviously had a box. Although everyone in the temple didn't know what was in the box, they were all rumored that the box contained gold and silver treasures. The box seems to have disappeared and was secretly hidden by the sick monk. Now the sick monk is dying, but the monks in the temple are trying their best to get the box from the sick monk.

The monks are all empty, but the monks of this ancient water temple are greedy because of their wealth, which runs counter to the Buddhism they practice, Chu Huan couldn't help sighing in his heart.