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Chapter 269 Qingxue's Pulse Diagnosis
Yang Fengxian felt that Mu Lian was about the same age as his younger brother, and seeing him crying now felt a little distressed: "Don't cry, little master Mu Lian, take me to see the abbot. Maybe there is something you can do?"

Pei Xiaoyao also had the same idea, but the mind of exploring the truth prevailed.Mu Lian was also in a hurry to go to the doctor. She didn't think that a group of pilgrims could do anything. She nodded hurriedly and said: "Then thank you all benefactors. I will take you to the abbot's residence."

He is young and always thinks that human nature is inherently good. Since the kindly benefactor in front of him proposed it, there might be some way out.If there is, then the abbot will be saved, if there is no, it will be the same as before.With this in mind, Mu Lian brought several people to the abbot's room.

The doors and windows of the house are tightly closed, because there are people who have been ill for a long time, so the air in the house is not very good, and there is a smell of traditional Chinese medicine mixed with ailments, which does not make people feel so comfortable.

It was already afternoon, and the house was very dark with the doors and windows closed. Yang Fengxian frowned as soon as he walked in.Such an environment is really not suitable for patients to cultivate.

"Who's here?" An old man's voice sounded, and the voice revealed the feeling of physical loss and lack of energy.

Mu Lian quickly replied: "Abbot, it's me, Mu Lian."

"Mu Lian..." With a long sigh, Mu Lian quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, walked forward, put her hands together and said the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, abbot, some kind-hearted benefactors have come to see you There is no cure for his illness."

Yang Fengxian bravely followed, and saw an old man with white beard and hair lying on the bed, age spots on his face were clearly visible, he was not young anymore.

The abbot rolled his eyes and sighed, "Mu Lian, why bother to make such an effort. If I can go to the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss one day to serve the Buddha, it will be my honor."

Yang Fengxian said quickly: "Abbot, Xiao Mulian regards you as a grandfather, and you are his relatives to him. How can he just watch his relatives enter the Paradise of Paradise like this? Of course he will think of a way."

The old man on the bed moved slightly: "Amitabha, benefactor, thank you, for the sake of this old man, please enlighten this child more, this child... he has a bit of a stubborn temper."

Yang Fengxian observed the abbot's expression, and saw that he was weak in speaking, and he gasped for three breaths after saying a word, so he knew that the person was already full of breath, so it seems that the abbot gradually became weak a year or two after the clearing of the eyes , so there may be something else wrong with this matter, and this disease may also have something to do with Na Muqing.

But the current environment is not a good environment for recuperating. Seeing Mulian and the abbot looking at each other with tears in their eyes, one is distressed and the other is sad, Yang Fengxian also feels a little uncomfortable.

She remembered that in modern times, when her grandmother who loved her the most was sick in bed, there was no one around her who could help her or tell her what to do, so she felt very sad. In addition, she could see that Mu Lian was a The abbot doesn't look like a villainous little monk with a pure and kind heart, otherwise he wouldn't have raised such a kind little monk.

Yang Fengxian had some sympathy for the feeling of a caring person lingering on the sick bed, so she felt compassion for a moment: "Mu Lian, go and open the doors and windows, but don't let the wind blow against the abbot."

Xiao Mulian wiped her snot with her sleeve, and asked blankly: "Female benefactor, why is this?"

Yang Fengxian said: "Maybe I may not be able to cure the abbot, but at least it can make him feel better. Such an environment is unbearable for a normal person, let alone a sick person. It is better to ventilate the room quickly to let the air in the room circulate." stand up."

As soon as Mu Lian heard that it would make the abbot more comfortable, she ran to open the doors and windows without hesitation, and carefully half-closed the window facing the abbot so that the wind would not directly blow him.

The door and window were opened, and the room was lit up, at least it wasn't so stuffy. The abbot looked out of the window in a daze, and muttered to himself, "It's been a long time since I've talked about the sun."

Yang Fengxian just looked at him, and realized that the abbot was really frighteningly white, and the age spots on Lin's face became more obvious, and it was as he said, he hadn't seen the sun for many days.

Yang Fengxian said with some reproach: "Patients can't just stay in the room blindly, it would be better to have proper ventilation and exposure to the sun."

Pei Xiaoyao, who had been observing Mulian and the abbot, didn't find any doubts, and said, "I have a maid who is very good at the art of distorting yellow, so I can feel the abbot's pulse."

The abbot did not refuse: "Then I would like to thank the benefactor."

Qingxue, who had been standing behind Pei Xiaoyao, stood up, and Yang Fengxian realized that the lively and cheerful Qingxue was proficient in medical skills.It can be regarded as a real person without showing his face.

Qingxue put a handkerchief on the abbot's wrist, and calmly felt her pulse.After a long while, he said: "The abbot's pulse condition seems to be drugged by someone to make his body slowly exhausted. Dare I ask you, old Guigeng?"

The abbot coughed twice and replied: "I'm over seventy this year." Seventy is rare in ancient times, so the old abbot is considered to have lived a long life, but Qingxue frowned: "According to your pulse, it looks like eighty." An old man in his late nineties, presumably it was caused by this medicine."

Mu Lian asked nervously on the side: "What can this benefactor do?" Compared with who gave the abbot the medicine, he is now more worried about whether the abbot's health will recover.

Qingxue glanced at Pei Xiaoyao with some hesitation, Pei Xiaoyao nodded slightly, and then she continued: "There is a way, but it can only alleviate the current situation and prevent it from continuing to weaken in the future, but because the abbot has been poisoned for a long time It has been a long time, but it is no longer easy to make up for the deficit. It would be better if ordinary wealthy people can eat some health-preserving things like caterpillar fungus, but the abbot is a monk, and some things are destined to be inedible. It's such a waste..."

The abbot seems to have seen through life and death: "It's okay, it's my luck to have such an opportunity now, but I don't want to break the precepts in order to restore my body, otherwise I will lose money. One flower, one world, One leaf and one Bodhi, how precious a life is, I don’t want to harm other lives for the sake of my few remaining lives. The Buddha said that all living beings are equal.”

Qingxue nodded: "Since the abbot said so, then I will prescribe some medicines that can alleviate the symptoms of poisoning, but after taking my medicine, you must not take other medicines, otherwise the medicines will inhibit each other, and I am afraid it will speed up the poisoning. The symptoms of poisoning make the abbot even weaker."

Mulian nodded, indicating that she had made a note.There was a ready-made pen and paper in the abbot's room, so Qingxue wrote the prescription carefully with a pen. After drying Mulian carefully, she put it in her bosom, planning to go to get the abbot herself the medicine.

(End of this chapter)