Chapter 72 God Blessing

Because she was going to stay at someone's house for a while, Tangning finally agreed to go check it out first.

So, after the old monk was settled in the guest room, she followed Madam Zheng to the main courtyard to see Zheng Chonglin. When I came to the main courtyard, I saw several old people, several middle-aged men, and some young men in their twenties and twenties, and they didn't know what to discuss together.

"Sister-in-law, who is this?" A middle-aged man frowned when he saw the little monk who came in next to him.

"This is an eminent monk, I invite him to come and see the master." Madam Zheng said, ignoring the crowd, and invited Tangning into the master bedroom.

There was only a man in his twenties in the room. When he saw Mrs. Zheng coming back, he got up to meet her and supported her: "Mother, didn't I tell you to take a rest? Why are you here again?"

"Heng'er, mother is all right, come here, I'll see the little master soon." She held her son's hand and said to Tangning, "little master, this is my son, Yuan'er's brother."

"Zheng Heng has seen the little master." Because of his mother's words, he didn't ask much, and bowed to a little monk who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old.

Tangning nodded, looked at the man in front of her, then looked away and walked inside.

"Little Master, this is my master. I'd like to ask Little Master to take a look." Mrs. Zheng brought Tangning a chair so that he could sit beside the bed.

Seeing that his mother was so respectful to the little monk, Zheng Heng couldn't help looking at him carefully. Seeing that this person is dressed in a gray robe, but his facial features are extremely well-developed, a black round bamboo is pinned to his waist, and his boots are still muddy, the whole person looks like a Ordinary Buddhist children, but the temperament that is different from his age, makes people feel a little mysterious.

Tangning took her pulse and checked it again, then withdrew her hand and said, "There is still help."

Madam Zheng was overjoyed, and she was so excited that she was incoherent. She folded her hands together and muttered: "Amitabha, Lord Buddha, bless you, Lord Buddha!"

Although Zheng Heng was pleasantly surprised, he was more suspicious, because the famous doctors in the city said that his father could only prepare for the funeral. How could this 13 or 14-year-old monk decide after a simple inspection? Any help?

So he asked, "Little Master, what kind of illness does my father have? How should I prescribe medicine?"

Hearing this, Tangning glanced at him and said, "Who told you that your father is ill?"

Zheng Heng was startled and asked, "Is it not a disease?"

"It's poison."

"Poison?" He gasped in surprise, "But all the doctors in the city said my father was terminally ill..."

"Don't compare a quack doctor with me." She said lightly, walked to the table and sat down, and said, "If you don't believe me, look at the soles of his feet."

Zheng Heng took a step forward and looked at the soles of his father's feet. He saw that there were black and purple thin lines spreading like spider veins on the soles of his feet, and he couldn't help but take a step back in shock.

"How could... how could it be poisoned?" He was horrified. Someone wants to hurt his father? who is it?

The people outside the house gathered here to wait for Zheng Zhonglin to die, but who knew that they brought a little monk in, and they didn't let other people in, and they didn't know what to do inside.

So, someone couldn't help but said: "Go in and have a look? I don't know what they are doing inside."

"Alright, I also want to see Chong Lin for the last time."

Everyone was talking, and when they were about to go forward, they saw the door opened.

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