Chapter 705 Perhaps It Was a Fake Death

Xiaohong couldn't wait to pick up a piece of cake, put it in her mouth and chewed it. While eating, she praised: "Well, it's really delicious! My unhappiness just now was dispelled by this delicious food." Her face was filled with a happy smile.

Song Shuwen looked at Xiaohong's appearance and couldn't help laughing.

After a while, Ouyang Linlin frowned, with doubts in her eyes, and folded her hands in front of her chest to analyze: "Could it be that the king and the temple conspired to deliberately create the abbot's murder and deliberately leave us here?"

Xi Yu nodded slightly, his face serious, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "Maybe there is such a possibility, but don't judge it casually."

Xiaohong suddenly blinked, a careless smile bloomed on her face, and changed her words: "It doesn't matter if you stay, anyway, there is food and drink."

Her words made everyone laugh, and the laughter echoed in the air.

At night, a monk lowered his eyebrows and looked pleasant, holding the food steadily in his hands, and walked hurriedly.

Xi Yu's face, which was originally quite calm, suddenly fell, his brows twisted into a knot, and his eyes were full of anger.

He stood up with a bang, clenched his fists, and said loudly: "Although I am willing to cooperate with the investigation, it does not mean that I can stay without a bottom line! The temple cannot investigate clearly, that is because they are incompetent!"

He thought angrily in his heart: What is going on? Am I going to be trapped here forever?

When the people on the side heard Xi Yu's words, their faces also showed anxiety or anger.

The monk who delivered the meal put his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, lowered his eyes, and said apologetically: "Amitabha, my name is Jiu Dazhi, I am sorry for letting you donors suffer injustice when I encounter such a thing. If nothing can be investigated tomorrow, let the donors leave." After that, he was ready to turn around and leave.

Xiyu took a quick step forward, blocked Jiu Dazhi's way, stared at him closely, and asked anxiously: "How did the abbot die?"

Jiu Dazhi's face flashed a trace of hesitation, his eyes evaded, as if he was very reluctant to mention this matter.

Seeing this, Xiyu's tone became more sincere, and his words were full of sincerity: "Master, I hope you can tell me, maybe our side can help find out the real murderer and clear the temple's name."

At this moment, Xiyu secretly thought in his heart: This monk is hiding something, there must be something hidden, if he can know the truth, maybe he can get rid of this dilemma soon.

Jiu Dazhi remained silent, just sighed softly.

Jiu Dazhi put his hands together and said solemnly: "The abbot was chanting sutras when he suddenly fainted. Later, someone found him and said he was dead."

Xiaohong curled her lips and said suspiciously: "He died by himself, why do you say he was killed?"

Jiu Dazhi shook his head, his eyes were firm, and he said in a heavy tone: "The abbot is only in his early twenties. How could he die so easily? Someone must have killed him."

Hearing this, Xi Yu was stunned and full of surprise: "I thought the abbot was an old man."

He frowned, his eyes moved back and forth between Jiu Dazhi and Xiaohong, thinking about the strangeness.

Song Shuwen's eyes lit up and suddenly asked: "I hope to see if the abbot can be saved?"

Hearing this, Jiu Dazhi looked at Song Shuwen with a strange look, and his eyes were full of doubts and confusion.

Xi Yu said quickly: "He is a miracle doctor, maybe he can find a way."

Jiu Dazhi shook his head, his face still indifferent, and said: "So what? The abbot died."

After that, he ignored everyone and turned around and strode away.

Song Shuwen looked at Jiu Dazhi's back and muttered in his heart: Why is this monk so stubborn that he doesn't even give me a chance to try.

Xi Yu frowned and thought to himself: Is there any secret that cannot be told? This monk refused so firmly, which is really suspicious.

Several people were locked in a small room, their eyes fell on the only bed in the room, and they all showed embarrassed expressions on their faces.

Xiyu was the first to break the silence. He straightened his chest and said calmly: "Ouyang Linlin and Xiaohong sleep on the bed, and Song Shuwen and I can sleep on the floor."

Xiaohong waved her hand and said firmly: "I'll sleep on the floor, and the lady and the prime minister will sleep on the bed."

Her eyes were full of stubbornness, thinking that she must not let the lady suffer any grievances.

Song Shuwen scratched his head and smiled honestly: "Don't argue, just do what the prime minister said."

Just when everyone was deadlocked, Xiyu frowned and said firmly: "Don't push it anymore, it's settled." His eyes swept over everyone with an unquestionable determination.

Ouyang Linlin bit her lips lightly, her eyes full of gratitude: "That's really hard for you."

Xiaohong no longer insisted and silently began to tidy up the space on the floor.

Song Shuwen looked indifferent and said carelessly: "What's the hardship, it doesn't matter where you sleep." Then he found a corner and sat down.

As the night deepened, the room became quiet. Everyone was thinking about tomorrow, wondering if they could leave this place smoothly.

The next day, sunlight poured into the room through the narrow window gap.

Jiu Dazhi still walked slowly with the food, and there was no expression on his face.

Xi Yu hurriedly went up to him and asked anxiously, "Master, can we go out now?" His eyes were fixed on Jiu Dazhi, full of expectation.

Jiu Dazhi put down the food, clasped his hands together and said: "After the poor monk's investigation, the abbot died of poisoning, and it has been poisoned for a long time, so it should have nothing to do with the pilgrims. After eating the vegetarian meal, you can leave."

His tone was flat, as if he was narrating something that was very ordinary.

Xi Yu frowned slightly when he heard it, and thought to himself: Poisoning? There is such a strange thing in this temple.

But there was still a trace of relief on his face, and he said: "Thank you, Master, for telling me."

Jiu Dazhi just walked out a few steps, then stopped again, turned around and looked at Song Shuwen, with a trace of inquiry and expectation in his eyes, and asked: "Yesterday you said you have medical skills, can you really see the abbot's condition?"

Song Shuwen still had food in his mouth, his cheeks bulged, and replied vaguely: "Hasn't it been found out that the abbot was poisoned? What else do you want me to find out?"

Jiu Dazhi's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it. He just shook his head gently, sighed, and prepared to leave again.

But Song Shuwen swallowed the food in his mouth, wiped his mouth and said: "I have encountered a situation before. Although someone looked dead, he was in a state of suspended animation. In the end, I saved him."

Jiu Dazhi's originally dim eyes suddenly ignited a trace of surprise. He turned around quickly, walked quickly to Song Shuwen, grabbed his arm tightly with both hands, and said excitedly: "Really? If it continues like this, the abbot may have such a situation. Why not go and see it now."

Song Shuwen was a little hurt by Jiu Dazhi's grip. He broke free and said: "You can go and see, but the probability is very small."

There was some hesitation and uncertainty on his face, and he didn't know much in his heart.

Xi Yu nodded and said seriously: "In this case, the three of us will wait here."

Song Shuwen and Jiu Dazhi left in a hurry.

After they left, Xiaohong frowned and complained with dissatisfaction: "You could have left, why did you have to make trouble?" She sat on the edge of the bed angrily, shaking her feet constantly.

Ouyang Linlin gently patted Xiaohong's shoulder and said softly: "Maybe the abbot is not dead. If Song Shuwen can make him better, it will be a great achievement."

Her eyes were shining with expectation, thinking that maybe this was a turning point.

Xiaohong curled her lips and muttered: "I hope so, don't cause any trouble again."

Xiyu slowly came to the window, with his back to the crowd and his hands behind his back.

His eyes looked into the distance through the gap of the window, and his eyes became blurred and sad.

He couldn't help but think of Tuoba Yu again. Those beautiful pasts came like a tide, and every bit of them appeared in his mind very clearly. The laughter and joy in the past, the dependence and cuddling in the past, have now become memories that hurt his heart.

He wondered: "Can we never be together from now on?" His voice was low and hoarse, with endless pain and helplessness.

His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and every breath was accompanied by pain.

He suddenly sighed heavily, his face full of regret, thinking to himself: If I had known this, I shouldn't have said that that day, even though it was an unintentional mistake.

Seeing him looking worried and gloomy, Ouyang Linlin walked to his side lightly, with concern in her eyes, and asked carefully: "Do you miss Tuoba Yu?"

Xiyu nodded heavily, his eyes still staring out the window dully, feeling uncomfortable as if a big stone was pressing on his heart.

Ouyang Linlin also lowered her head, with a guilty look on her face, and said softly: "The matter has something to do with me. Because that day you compared me with Tuoba Yu, now think about it, I feel that I am also deeply sinful."

Her brows were furrowed, her heart was full of self-blame and regret.

Xiyu forced a bitter smile, looked at Ouyang Linlin and comforted her: "Why do you want to take the responsibility on yourself? This is all my fault."

There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but his heart was a mess.

But Ouyang Linlin was determined, her eyes full of stubbornness, and said: "No, I still feel guilty. I will repent in front of the Buddha until Tuoba Yu comes back, otherwise I am willing to kneel in front of the Buddha statue forever."

Her tone was firm, as if she had made up her mind.

Xi Yu frowned, feeling touched and helpless, and said: "Why are you doing this?"

Ouyang Linlin raised her head, looked into the distance with a firm gaze, and prayed silently in her heart: May the Buddha bless and let Tuoba Yu return soon.

Next, Tuoba Yu looked at Xi Yu and said sincerely: "Husband, donate some money to this temple. I hope the temple will keep more of us. I am willing to repent in front of the Buddha."

Xi Yu listened, shook his head suddenly, widened his eyes, and said anxiously: "Donating money is okay, but you are absolutely not allowed to repent! Ouyang Linlin, are you torturing yourself?" His face was full of worry and anger.

Ouyang Linlin shook her head slightly, looked at Xiyu firmly, and said, "I don't have this idea. I am completely willing." Her expression was extremely serious, and there was no hesitation in her tone.

Xiyu frowned, stared at Ouyang Linlin, and said, "No, I can't let you do this."

Xiaohong also came forward, took Ouyang Linlin's hand, and advised anxiously, "Miss, you don't have to do this at all, as long as you are pious in your heart."

Her eyes were full of concern and worry.

And Xiaohong couldn't help but blame Tuoba Yu in her heart, muttering to herself: Why is he so willful, making everyone lose their minds for her.

But Ouyang Linlin looked determined, with a determination in her eyes that could not be changed, and said: "I have made up my mind, otherwise I will go on a hunger strike."

Helpless, Xiyu sighed and said helplessly: "Okay, I promise you." His face was full of helplessness and worry.

Xiaohong was so anxious that she stamped her feet and said loudly: "Miss, why are you doing this!"

Ouyang Linlin immediately held Xiaohong's hand, her eyes were soft and firm, she said: "Xiaohong, maybe this is a torture in the eyes of others, but for me, being able to respect the Buddha is a kind of happiness."

Xiyu nodded slightly, with an understanding look on his face, and said: "Linlin has made up her mind, Xiaohong, don't say anything more."

Xiaohong's eyes were red, she bit her lips, and finally stopped talking, but she was full of worries and had nowhere to go.

Song Shuwen was brought to a meditation room by Jiu Dazhi. There was a bed in the middle of the meditation room, and a young man was lying on it. He was the abbot.

Many people saw Jiu Dazhi leading a Central Plains man to arrive, and their eyes widened, their faces full of disbelief.

Some people couldn't help asking: "What does this mean?"

Jiu Dazhi put his hands together and explained to everyone: "This donor is a miracle doctor."

But everyone still shook their heads and said unhappily: "The abbot is dead, what's the use of the miracle doctor coming?"

Their faces were full of suspicion and dissatisfaction, and their eyes looking at Song Shuwen were full of doubts.

Song Shuwen looked at the suspicious eyes of the crowd and said calmly: "There is a state of suspended death, maybe the abbot is in this situation. If not, I will leave by myself, anyway, it will not cause any loss to you."

Everyone listened to his words, you looked at me, I looked at you, and whispered to each other.

After a while, someone said: "It seems to be the case."

Others also nodded in agreement.

So, Song Shuwen walked to the bed and began to carefully examine the abbot. The other monks gathered around and were talking in low voices.

"Will this work?"

"What can a Central Plains person do?"

"Well, let's try it out."

After a while, Jiu Dazhi couldn't hold back any longer and asked nervously, "What's going on?"

He stared at Song Shuwen closely, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

Song Shuwen frowned and didn't answer Jiu Dazhi's words immediately, but carefully checked the abbot's physical condition again.

The monks around him suddenly quieted down, all their eyes focused on Song Shuwen, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Jiu Dazhi was extremely anxious and asked again: "What happened? Tell me quickly!"

Song Shuwen then slowly raised his head and said solemnly: "The situation is not optimistic, but... it is not completely hopeless."

When Jiu Dazhi heard this, his heart was in his throat and he asked hurriedly: "What do you mean? Explain it to me!"

Song Shuwen took a deep breath and said: "The abbot's pulse is extremely weak, it does seem like a fake death, but further confirmation is needed."

Some people suddenly became very happy and said excitedly: "Great, the abbot can still be saved!" But some monks frowned and said with doubt: "Is this a liar? How can it be such a coincidence!"

Jiu Dazhi's face sank and he said loudly: "Don't make a noise!"

Then he looked at Song Shuwen and said: "Donor, please continue to check."

Song Shuwen nodded and focused his attention on the abbot again, carefully exploring every detail.

Song Shuwen was concentrating on checking, and fine beads of sweat gradually seeped out of his forehead

Some of the monks around were pacing anxiously, while others were praying silently with their hands folded.

After a while, a young monk couldn't help but say, "Is it possible? Don't delay the abbot's burial!"

Jiu Dazhi glared at him fiercely and scolded, "Be quiet!"

After a while, Song Shuwen pretended to check and secretly looked at the monks.

His eyes quickly swept across the faces of each monk, thinking in his heart: If the abbot was poisoned, then maybe it has something to do with the people around him.

He observed the expressions and reactions of the monks calmly. Some monks looked anxious, as if they were really worried about the safety of the abbot; some monks looked nervous.

Song Shuwen frowned slightly, and the doubts in his heart grew bigger and bigger.

After a long while, Song Shuwen finally let go of his hand, stood up, breathed a sigh of relief and said: "I think I have a way, we can go to collect herbs. But don't bury the abbot first. As long as I can collect herbs successfully, the abbot will definitely come back to life."

He had a confident look on his face and looked at everyone firmly.

Some monks still looked half-believing and half-doubting after hearing this. One of the monks curled his lips and said: "Will this work? Don't fool us."

Jiu Dazhi looked at Song Shuwen, then looked at the abbot lying on the bed, and said after thinking for a moment: "Okay, let's do as you say."

Song Shuwen then said: "However, there may be dangers on the way to collect herbs. I ask to send a few monks to follow me to protect me."

Jiu Dazhi nodded and said: "That's no problem, I will arrange it properly."

Song Shuwen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he must get to the bottom of the matter.

Since that was the case, he would go back to his room and tell his companions, and finally, he would leave. (End of this chapter)