Your Majesty, the Princess is here to help you with infertility again.

Chapter 339 The disease is coming

"Mother Sun, I can cure Mrs. Zhou."

Nan Suhe retracted his hand, raised his eyes to look at Nanny Sun, who had been crying, and spoke.

"Little, young master! Do you seriously?!" Grandma Sun said while sobbing.

Host Huineng said: "Mother Sun, it is absolutely rare for Mr. He to take the initiative to save the old lady!"

"This is all the good relationship the old lady had with Mr. He before!"

"If others want to invite Mr. He, they may not do it!"

Hearing what host Huineng said, Nan Suhe turned his head and glanced at him.

This Huineng...

Nan Suhe always felt that he was not simple.

Obviously, when we first met, this host Huineng was not like this.

Why is it that in the past few days, Huineng’s attitude, tone and eyes have changed?

Host Huineng quickly noticed Nan Suhe's gaze and did not avoid Nan Suhe's gaze.

He just smiled and stroked his beard, letting Nan Su He's eyes look at him.

"Master He, is the poor monk right?" Huineng said.

Nan Suhe raised the corners of his lips: "It seems that Host Huineng is very good at recognizing people."

"I don't know if a host with such a skill in understanding people would do something he knows he can't do."

Host Huineng still maintained his representative smile: "Every matter in the world has different positions and different wants."

"From your point of view, it feels like something wrong, but from someone else's point of view, it might be worth it and the right thing to do."

"Mr. He, what do you think?"

Host Huineng asked rhetorically.

Nan Suhe sneered and replied: "It seems that Director Huineng has his own understanding of what can and cannot be done."

"However, what you do is really your business."

"But sometimes, what you have to do, if it offends others and causes others to suffer bad things..."

"You Buddhists pay the most attention to cause and effect. I don't know if Huineng will be able to bear these causes and effects?"

"And you, as a monk, are still involved in the affairs of the mortal world. I wonder if you can be regarded as a highly respected host?"

"The poor monk has never been a highly respected abbot, and the young master has also seen it." said abbot Huineng, "otherwise, our Ciguang Temple would not be so sparsely populated and incense..."

This...Nan Suhe also discovered it.

Although the location of Ciguang Temple is relatively remote, it is not so remote that it is inaccessible.

Nan Suhe came here twice and found that there were almost no people.

Not only are there not many pilgrims here, there are also not many monks practicing here.

All Nan Suhe saw seemed to be Hui Neng, the host, and the little monk.

There seems to be an old monk who specializes in cleaning and cooking.

However, if such a temple really has nothing...

Why is the old lady here this week?

Nan Suhe turned to look at Mrs. Zhou, whose breathing had gradually stabilized on the bed.

When the old lady saw this week, she realized that she was either rich or noble, not an ordinary person.

And one look at her shows that she is a believer in Buddhism.

The place that such an unusual person would choose must not be so unbearable, right?

Moreover, you wouldn't come here just because you are familiar with Master Huineng, or because he has good medical skills, right?

Thinking about it this way, Nan Suhe felt that there were really more and more secrets about Huineng and Ciguang Temple... Master Huineng knew that Nan Suhe was smart and witty.

Therefore, after he said these words, although Nan Suhe did not answer immediately, she was still wearing a mask and could not clearly see her expression and eyes.

But host Huineng can still know that the real "secret" will not be hidden for long.

With the intelligence of this wonderful person in front of her, one day she will know the secrets of Ciguang Temple, and also her own secrets, the secrets of this world...

"Then, can I understand that the sparse population is the reason and condition for hosting a casual meeting?" Nan Suhe said.

"Everyone has a destiny that everyone has to bear, donor." Huineng replied, "Many questions will be hidden in daily life, and they will always be known..."

"Master, I agree with what you said." Nan Suhe said, "So, if you want to cover up or hide something for others, one day the truth will come out."

"I'll see."

"Muyan... Yanyan, is that you..."

At this moment, a weak voice came from the direction of the bed.

The next moment, Nan Suhe felt a pair of warm hands covering his own.

Turning around, he saw that Madam Zhou, who had almost lost consciousness just now, had opened her eyes, holding her hand and looking at herself.

The pain made her look much weaker than she had been in the past few days, and her cloudy eyes were filled with tears.

Seeing that Nan Suhe did not answer, Mrs. Zhou continued:
  "You're back to see grandma, right?"

"Old lady! You finally woke up! I scared this old slave to death!"

Hearing Mrs. Zhou's voice, Grandma Sun wiped away her tears, rushed to the bed and knelt down, holding Mrs. Zhou's hand:
  "Don't do this again!"

Mrs. Zhou glanced at Grandma Sun, raised her hand, pointed at Nan Suhe and asked:
  "Old man, didn't you see that my Mu Yan is here?"

"Don't interrupt our grandson's chat!"

Although Mrs. Zhou's voice was weak, it still contained happy anger.

Grandma Sun glanced at Nan Suhe, pinched Mrs. Zhou's arm with both hands, and said:
  "Old madam, take a look clearly...this is not a young lady..."

"This is Mr. He. She suffered from heat stroke here in Ciguang Temple a few days ago. As you saw, you asked me to find someone to take her to rest. Have you forgotten?"

Hearing what Grandma Sun said, Mrs. Zhou waved her hands angrily:

"What nonsense are you talking about! This is my Mu Yan. Look, this mask and this material belong to Mu Yan!"

"Can I still not recognize my grandson?"

"Old madam, take a closer look. There is a difference between the young master's mask and the young lady's..." Grandma Sun said, "the clothes are also similar in color!"

"Our little lady is fatter than this young man!"

"That's not because Mu Yan has eaten less recently and misses her grandma, so she's so thin..."

Having said this, Mrs. Zhou held Nan Suhe's hand, looked at her and said:
  "My child, please ask Grandma Sun to find someone to give you a good supplement... You are already so thin..."

"Old madam... what's wrong with you? The young lady has already gone..." Grandma Sun's eyes were red, "You must not be awake..."

"The young lady has gone... Mu Yan has gone..."

Mrs. Zhou repeated what Grandma Sun said, her eyes suddenly became blank, and her whole expression was blank, as if she was remembering something.

Suddenly, the old lady seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly her whole body was in pain. She struggled and cried loudly:

"Yes! My Mu Yan has gone!"

"Mu Yan is no longer here! I, I..."

"what--"

Instantly, Mrs. Zhou's whole body began to tremble, and her breathing became rapid.

Nan Suhe's face darkened!
  No, I got irritated and got sick!

Need surgery immediately!

(End of this chapter)