Lie down and eat melon in the protagonist group

Chapter 13

The cup of tea had already cooled down, and the tea soup was thick. Ling Huai took a sip to wake himself up, and his mood calmed down. Ling Huai started talking and said, "What are your plans?"

Ling Jing's eyes were solemn and she said: "In this life, I would rather die than be the daughter of the Zhu family, and he, Lin Yilong, would not want to sit on the dragon's throne. No matter if he returns to the throne or Kuangyan is sick, since there will be endless troubles, then we will eradicate the roots."

There was a strong wind outside, the doors and windows were shaking and the walls were shaking, and a storm was coming.

With the Wenguan Temple on the top of the mountain surrounded by wind, rain fell on the tiles, and a rolling child came into the house uninvited as a guest, carrying water splashing all over the owner's house.

Gui Yi was still sitting cross-legged in the Buddhist hall, and a Buddhist bead in his palm cracked again. If anyone pinched it lightly with his fingertips, it immediately turned into powder.

Ji has already taken the bucket and basin, and without stopping, he places the utensils at the dripping point. The bowl with the gap also comes in handy and is placed next to the Guiyi futon.

It rained heavily on the mountain, and within a moment, the bowl was filled with water, splashing wet the corners of Gui Yi's clothes.

Ji has rushed over with a basin to change bowls.

Gui Yi said: "Let it stay here. It's already sick, so come over."

Ji had already put the bowl in the basin, sat down cross-legged on the spot, and called obediently: "Abbott."

"Bring me the prescription for the medicine I asked you to go to the Ling family in the city a few days ago."

Ji had gone to the inner room to get the prescription, presented it with both hands, and Gui Yi shook his head slightly.

"Take the prescription." Gui Yi put his trembling hand into the lapel of his clothes. His fingers were curled up, and his skinny, wrinkled skin was covered with spots. He struggled to pull out a yellow-page envelope, holding a copper-colored Buddha between his fingers. The bell was swayed together and handed to Ji Ji, "Take this letter and the Buddha bell as well and put them away."

Ji Ji stared at him thoughtfully, took it with trembling hands, and stared at him without blinking.

Gui Yi let out a sigh of relief.

Ji has whispered: "Master, the Buddha bell is broken and won't ring."

Guiyi drawled weakly and said: "Call the abbot, the fate between you and me as master and disciple has ended. The Buddha bell will ring. When the time comes, the Buddha bell will ring by itself. You put it away. I have taught you all I have learned in my life." , I hope you will make the best use of it. I don’t have much time left, and I will suffer a lot in this life, so you have to go to the world of mortals. I feel ashamed of you, so I won’t have to worry about your funeral. Someone will go up the mountain to collect my bones. Fen Ji. Take the prescription and envelope and go to Ling's house yourself and do what you should do. Don't miss the opportunity."

Ji already called him with a trembling voice, "Master..."

Gui Yi pursed his lips and corrected, "Call the abbot. Go, go, don't look back..."

There was a roar of thunder, lighting up the Buddhist hall. The old monk sat cross-legged silently in the hall. He held a circle of old rope in his hand, and the only bead turned into a handful of fine ash at some point.

The closed door was pushed open by an external force, and only a few black shadows were seen standing outside the door. Each one rushed into the house with a bright long blade. The shadows were everywhere, a gust of wind blew, and the fine dust beside the futon was scattered cleanly.

The thunder added to the excitement, causing the rain to pour down, and suddenly a fire broke out on the top of the mountain. With thick smoke billowing, the precarious Wenguan Temple was burned to the ground.

There was a knock on the door of Ling's house, accompanied by the sound of rain, which woke up the concierge.

"Come on, come on!" The boy complained in his mouth, opened a crack in the door, raised his head and looked out.

Ji was already soaked all over, the rain in his hair was dripping down his temples, and there were streaks of water stains on his face. His expression was as peaceful and upright as ever. He put his palms together and recited Buddha's name, and said: "The young monk is sick, and I have something important to discuss with Miss Ling." .”

The boy looked at him sideways and said, "You stinky beggar, you stay up late at night and come to beg for food, and you also specify that you want to see my eldest daughter? You are mentally ill, don't you! Sir, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you! Get out of here!"

The boy closed the door, but it was not closed. He took a closer look and saw that Ji was holding the door with one hand. He kept the same rhetoric and insisted on seeing someone.

Ji Ji looked as thin as a bamboo, but he didn't expect to be surprisingly strong. The boy tried his best to suck the milk, but he couldn't close the door even a bit.

The boy really didn't have the energy to fight him any longer, so he immediately glared, pointed his index finger at him and said harshly, "I'm warning you, you lousy beggar, if you don't let go, I'll call you!" His sincere eyes showed. , "Monks don't lie. The young monk is really in a hurry to see your girl. I ask the donor to be accommodating."

"Okay, okay, you forced me. Wait until you see the official and go to jail!" The boy raised his neck, took a deep breath, put his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Here comes someone! He got away with it, come in." A thief took advantage of the situation—"

A voice out of thin air was shocking. Not only the Ling family, but all the neighbors turned on their lights, shouted, beat gongs and drums, carried buckets and basins, and it was like a mess of ants on a hot pot.

The Ling family nursing staff gathered at the door with guns and sticks, rushing to catch the thieves one after another. However, they were all soft-footed. After a while, they were all lying on the ground with their fists and palms.

Ji was already standing outside the door with a Buddha in his mouth and one by one with his hands, he threw all the visitors to the ground and groaned.

"It's my fault, please forgive me for being rude." Ji Ji had a compassionate face and his eyes were open and pious.

When the maid and mother-in-law came to the foyer with Ling Qiong and Ling Jing in their arms, this was what they saw.

Ling Qiong crossed her arms and folded her hands in front of her chest, and said with a smile: "A fake monk broke into a house late at night and hurt my servant. What's the point? If you can't tell me, we'll see you in court."

Ji Ji stood outside the gate and said loudly: "The young monk did not break into the house without permission, and he did not intend to hurt your servant. He acted rashly out of helplessness. I have something important to discuss with Miss Ling this time. Please come in and explain it in detail. .”

Ling Qiong's expression relaxed when she saw how sincere he was.

Ling Jing's eyebrows were calm, and she spoke up in time to stop Ling Qiong's intention of letting go, and said: "The monk is very skilled. Is there anything important that cannot be said in the daytime? Why do you have to block someone's door and go into the house at night? Show your bad intentions. . Big sister, you must never believe him."

Ling Qiong immediately changed her tune: "If you have anything to say, just say it here."

Ji had glanced at Ling Jing and saw that she was staring at him with guarded eyes. His eyelashes were slightly pressed, and he suspected that his perception just now was wrong. He actually noticed that she seemed to have a murderous intention towards him for a moment.

"Okay." Seeing that his goal was achieved, Ji reached into his chest and took out a small square of clean handkerchief neatly folded in coarse cloth. Inside was the envelope and prescription given to him by Gui Yi, "This is the abbot's deathbed token." , I asked the young monk to pass it on to the Ling family, please let me have a look."

"On his deathbed? The old monk passed away?" Ling Qiong was surprised.

"Be careful of fraud." Ling Jing stopped Ling Qiong who was about to step forward and told the boy at the door to take the token.

The boy presented the token.

Ling Qiong reached out to take it, but Ling Jing took it first. She turned it over several times but refused to open it.

"You take it apart." Ling Jing handed it to the maid beside her.

The maid started to open it and took out the prescription folded into square pieces of paper. She was about to unfold it when Ji stopped her.

"Wait a minute. Don't worry, two girls. The monks are compassionate. The young monk will never set a trap to harm anyone's life. Please see it for yourself."

Ling Jing was hesitant, but Ling Qiong was impatient and grabbed it. When she saw the prescription filled with medicinal ingredients written on the paper, she glanced at it briefly and saw that she knew nothing about it, and then opened the envelope neatly.

As soon as she saw the letter, Ling Qiong slammed it shut again, raised her eyes suddenly, and looked straight at Ji Ji outside the door.

"What's wrong?" Ling Jing reached for the letter.

Ling Qiong suddenly retracted her hand, Ling Jing jumped into the air and looked at her in surprise.

"Please come into the main hall, young master." Ling Qiong finished her words, turned around with the token in hand, and went straight to the main hall of the inner courtyard.

(End of this chapter)