After the breakup, she hid her pregnancy to inherit a billion-dollar fortune

Chapter 915 Why are you crying again?
Before seeing Li Qingchen again, Old Monk Jing could not let go of his obsession.

But when I saw the disciple who was raised by one hand.

The obsession and resentment in my heart turned into just one sentence in the end, and I got my wish.

"Master..."

Li Qingchen lowered his head, his shoulders shook slightly, and tears rolled down his face.

The old monk didn't have much strength.

He gasped twice, and then said: "Since you were here last time, I have often dreamed about when you were a child, looking at the little figure made of pink and jade, gentle and quiet, as if you were someone else. They can all come to bully you."

Li Qingchen said nothing.

Sobbing silently.

"I was afraid that you would be bullied, so I took you with me wherever I went. I also took you with me when I was giving lectures. But if you didn't understand, you would doze off next to me. One time I didn't pay attention and fell directly off the futon. There was a bruise on my forehead. Broken."

talking.

The old monk raised his hand.

Li Qingchen quickly lifted his hair from his forehead.

The fall was serious, and there is still a faint scar on my forehead.

The old monk couldn't see clearly.

He stretched out his hand and touched the uneven spot: "You said you didn't even cry when your head was broken and bleeding, so why are you crying now?"

"I should have come earlier." Li Qingchen looked at the old monk and replied with tears.

The old monk smiled and said: "You have followed the rules since you were a child. Logically speaking, even if I pass away, you should not come to see me. After all, the master said back then that after entering the world of mortals, you should not return to my empty home."

He paused.

Shaking his head: "The one who doesn't follow the rules is the female donor, right? Did she ask you to come?"

Li Qingchen nodded honestly.

"Hey." The old monk sighed softly. After waking up for a while, his eyelids became too heavy to open again.

"Master, would you like to eat before going to bed?" Li Qingchen coaxed the old monk softly.

The old monk was speechless.

Finally, we waited until the great monk came in with pumpkin porridge.

Li Qingchen took it.

Sit next to the old monk and feed him patiently and carefully little by little.

He is having some difficulty eating now.

But he still tried his best to swallow.

The last time Yuan Wu fed him was when he was seven or eight years old.

It's about the same size as little monk Kong Kong.

He was also ill that time and had a severe fever.

Yuan Wu sat next to him and fed him porridge.

After barely eating half a bowl, the old monk couldn't speak.

Li Qingchen helped him lie down, and after a while, the old monk fell into a deep sleep again.

The great monk stood by the side and couldn't help but wipe his tears.

Li Qingchen used a warm towel to gently wipe the old monk's cheeks and beard.

Stared at him for another moment.

"Do you still remember when you first came here?" The great monk suddenly asked, "Ask Master why Master is so old."

Li Qingchen pursed his lips.

When he came here, the master was almost sixty.

Before coming here, he had just experienced the death of his dearest grandfather.

So I am very worried about Master being so old.

"Master is even older now than he was back then." The great monk choked, "Yuanwu, how could you resist coming back to take a look after so many years?"

Li Qingchen was silent for a moment, and then replied palely: "I'm sorry."

The great monk wiped his tears hard.

Li Qingchen helped the old monk tidy up the quilt again, and then stood up: "I'll write down a prescription, and I'll help senior brother get the medicine."

"Yes, your Li family's medical skills are outstanding in the world. Can you cure Master?" The great monk seemed to have grasped some life-saving straw.

Li Qingchen shook his head.

The faith in the great monk's eyes collapsed again.

"Master's pulse has been exhausted, and my medicine can only delay the arrival of that day."

The great monk lowered his eyes and remained silent. "I understand, please write down the prescription." After a moment, he said solemnly.

Li Qingchen walked to the old elm table where the old monk copied scriptures.

The pen and ink visit on the table is still the same as before.

He first copied scriptures while standing on a small stool on this table.

Li Qingchen quickly wrote the recipe.

There are several medicines in it that are not available on the market.

Li Qingchen made a phone call and had someone fly overnight from the imperial capital.

The great monk did not dare to delay.

I went out in person in the middle of the night and took the medicine according to the prescription given by Li Qingchen.

When the morning light broke, the few medicines Li Qingchen asked for were quickly and slowly delivered to the temple.

Li Qingchen divided the medicine and gave it to the great monk: "I will come here every day to give Master acupuncture."

"Thank you for your hard work." The great monk nodded gently.

Then he was silent for a while, and then said: "A monk should not have such persistence as me, but...but I..."

He just didn't want to be separated from his master.

When I think about it, in the years to come, there will no longer be a master around me.

He was panicked!

"I understand." Li Qingchen patted the great monk's shoulder gently.

The great monk glanced at him and immediately relaxed: "You haven't slept a wink all night. Go get some sleep."

"Ah."

Li Qingchen nodded.

He glanced at the closed door of the Zen room again, and then left the old monk's Zen courtyard.

Li Qingchen did not go back to the monastery to rest.

Instead, he was waiting on the road that Shen Xinyue must pass when leaving the monastery.

Waited for a while.

Shen Xinyue stared in confusion and followed the monks out.

"Mr. Xiao Li, are you waiting for your wife to come so early?" a monk joked.

Li Qingchen is a wonderful person, he looks like a fairy, and he looks like he is out of the ordinary world.

But he is extremely clingy to his wife.

Wherever his wife is, he will follow her.

"Qingchen, why are you here?" As soon as Shen Xinyue heard Mr. Li, she immediately came to her senses and trotted towards him.

Just look at it.

Shen Xinyue noticed something was wrong.

Li Qingchen wore the T-shirt and trousers he wore when sleeping.

He's very particular about not running around in sleeping clothes.

and……

"Why are there slippers for each foot? This one doesn't belong to you, right?" Shen Xinyue took Li Qingchen's hand, glanced at his feet, and whispered.

Li Qingchen couldn't care less about what he was wearing this night.

"No wonder it feels like the instep is a little scratched..." He took a look and saw that the shoe on his right foot was a little too small.

"Senior sister, you go first!" Shen Xinyue said hello to the monk sisters, took Li Qingchen's hand, and walked to the monastery where he lived. "I hope the one who wore the wrong shoes hasn't left yet." !”

one night.

Li Qingchen was in a bad mood.

The whole person was immersed in repeated self-blame.

According to the old monk's pulse, he read through all the medical books he could find in his mind.

There is no prescription that can save the old monk's life.

Shen Xinyue's hand wrapped his cold hand with warmth.

A state of confusion.

I was healed to a great extent in an instant.

It was like a ship adrift in the stormy waves, returning to his own safe port to dock.

(End of this chapter)