Medical Concubine Chenghuang

Chapter 247 I have a clue

But no matter who it is, as long as she is someone who recognizes her as someone from Prince Ning's mansion, Jiang Hongyao's vigilance will suddenly rise.

She backed away quietly, keeping a distance from the monk.

"who are you?"

"Madam, don't panic, I don't have any malicious intentions...Back then, my mother and I begged for a living. My mother was seriously ill, and I couldn't afford to pay for the medicine. I had no choice but to steal money from some pilgrims at the foot of the Foyun Temple..."

Jiang Hongyao suddenly looked at the little monk's wrist, frowned slightly thoughtfully, but said nothing.

Seeing Jiang Hongyao's gaze, the little monk rolled up his sleeves. On his right wrist, a bone protruded, showing an obvious deformity.

"Madam, do you still remember this hand?"

"Are you that... child?!" Jiang Hongyao finally confirmed the identity of the little monk.

Back then, when she came here to offer incense and pray for her son, she did not expect to meet a group of pilgrims beating a seven or eight-year-old child at the foot of the mountain.

At that time, the child was covered in blood, his right hand was drooping, and the broken bone had pierced the skin of his wrist, and he was dying.

Jiang Hongyao couldn't bear the child's suffering. As the wife of Prince Ning's Mansion, she drank the pilgrims away, and brought him into Foyun Temple, where the monks in the temple helped to take care of him.

It's just that at that time, the matter was over, and she didn't take it too seriously. She didn't expect to see that child here many years later.

"If my wife hadn't come forward to save my life back then, I would have died long ago... Although my life was saved, this hand was considered disabled... Master said that the disabled hand is God's gift to me. The punishment of evil, so let me practice in the temple..."

The little monk performed a Buddhist salute with one hand, respectfully: "My little monk is now named Wuyou...not long after I recovered from my injury, I heard about my wife...the old monk who was cleaning the memorial tablet here happened to pass away due to illness, and I So I took the initiative to ask for orders to come here to clean...in order to be able to take care of my wife...young master..."

Jiang Hongyao's nose was sore for an instant, and tears flowed down her cheeks. She clasped her hands together and bowed respectfully.

"Little Master Wuyou, thank you..."

"Madam is Wuyou's benefactor, and it should be Wuyou who said thank you..." Wuyou hastily bowed to return the gift: "Although there has been no one in Prince Ning's mansion to worship the young master, I will prepare fresh ones every year on the anniversary of his death. Melons, fruits and vegetarian food are offered as offerings, and three sticks of incense a day are indispensable...so the young master didn't suffer any losses during the years he was here..."

"What did you say?" Jiang Hongyao's eyes burst out with murderous intent instantly: "Ning Prince's Mansion...hasn't anyone come to see him all these years? Bian Yining never came?!"

The expression on Wuyou's face suddenly became a little weird, and he nodded quickly: "Madam misunderstood, maybe during the time when the monk was away, someone from Prince Ning's mansion..."

Jiang Hongyao knew that Wuyou was reassuring her and exonerating Bian Yining.

If Bian Yining really came to see their son, at least he would have to burn a stick of incense. In this way, it is impossible for Wuyou not to know that someone has come to pay respects.

"Little Master Wuyou, you don't need to excuse anyone...I know this matter well..." Jiang Hongyao suppressed the killing intent on her body, and did not wanton in front of the Buddhist gate.

"By the way, ma'am, you were looking for the tablet of the young master just now, right?"

"That's right... What exactly is going on with the yin marriage you mentioned?"

(End of this chapter)