Chapter 708 The Abbot's Abnormality

The next day, when the first rays of sunlight in the morning shone on the temple courtyard, Song Shuwen and several monks returned with full medicine baskets on their backs.

Song Shuwen's forehead was covered with sweat, and his clothes were soaked with sweat, but his eyes showed a trace of relief after completing the task.

Then, Song Shuwen didn't bother to wipe the sweat off his face, and hurriedly found the temple's steward and asked for a room for him to boil medicine.

The steward quickly arranged a quiet room.

Song Shuwen just walked into the room and prepared to light a fire to boil medicine, but suddenly realized that there seemed to be a pair of eyes peeking at the door.

He frowned, a trace of anger appeared on his face, and thought to himself: "I'm just boiling medicine, and I won't do anything bad. What do they mean by peeking like this?"

Thinking of this, Song Shuwen stood up and suddenly opened the door.

A little monk was standing at the door, frightened by the sudden action, and his eyes were full of panic.

"Little Master, why are you peeping here?" Song Shuwen asked with an unhappy face.

The little monk stammered: "I... I... I'm just curious and want to come and see."

Song Shuwen took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said: "I'm just boiling medicine to save people, there is nothing else, don't pry like this anymore."

After that, Song Shuwen closed the door with a "bang" and continued to boil medicine, but he was still a little indignant in his heart.

At dusk, the light in the temple gradually dimmed.

The little monk hurried to Jiu Dazhi's Zen room, with a little nervousness and uneasiness on his face.

The little monk knocked on the door lightly, and after getting a response, he walked in carefully.

Jiu Dazhi was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, his eyes slightly closed, as if in deep thought.

"Master, I followed your order to monitor the old man, but... something went wrong." The little monk lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly, and his hands kept rubbing the corners of his clothes.

Jiu Dazhi slowly opened his eyes and looked at the little monk, "What's going on?" His voice was low and majestic.

The little monk raised his head and said timidly: "When I was secretly monitoring, I was discovered by the old man. He was very angry and unhappy."

After that, the little monk quickly lowered his head again, as if waiting for Jiu Dazhi's rebuke.

Jiu Dazhi was silent for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Forget it, don't monitor. This matter ends here."

The little monk was relieved and quickly responded: "Yes, Master." Then he left the room, and the Zen room returned to peace.

Last night, Xi Yu asked Jiu Dazhi for a room with a tired face, "Master Jiu Dazhi, can I have a separate room?"

Jiu Dazhi nodded slightly and agreed to his request.

In the early morning, the sun shone through the window lattice on Xiyu's face, and he woke up slowly.

As soon as he sat up, he heard a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in." Xiyu said.

The door was pushed open, and a young monk came in with a vegetarian meal, with a gentle smile on his face, "Donor, this is the vegetarian meal prepared for you."

Xiyu took the vegetarian meal and thanked him.

The monk continued, "Donor, the old doctor who was with you has returned and is decocting medicine."

Xiyu nodded.

The monk smiled slightly, "Donor, please enjoy, I will leave first." After saying that, he turned and left.

Song Shuwen squatted in front of the stove, decocting medicine with full concentration.

Thick smoke kept coming out of the stove, and the smoke rose up with its fangs and claws, and mercilessly pounced on his face.

Song Shuwen's eyes were squinted into a slit, his brows were tightly knitted together, tears were rolling in his eyes, and his throat was choked and itchy.

"Cough, cough, cough..." He couldn't help but cough violently, his face was red from the smoke, like a ripe apple.

But he didn't stop stirring the medicine juice in his hand.

Sweat kept sliding down his forehead, dripping into the stove, and instantly turned into a wisp of light smoke.

Song Shuwen didn't bother to wipe it, but gritted his teeth, endured the discomfort, and continued to stay by the stove, just to boil the medicine.

Half an hour later, Song Shuwen breathed a sigh of relief and finally finished boiling the medicine.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, got up and opened the door, then took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Come here!"

The voice echoed in the yard. Several monks were originally sweeping fallen leaves in the yard. When they heard the shout, they quickly put down their brooms and ran over.

Song Shuwen's face was full of fatigue, but there was a hint of relief and expectation in his eyes.

He looked at the monks who came running over and said, "It's done. Let's dry the medicine and feed it to the abbot."

The monks gathered around and looked at the steaming medicine with hope in their eyes.

One of the monks put his hands together and thanked Song Shuwen: "Thank you, benefactor, for your hard work."

Song Shuwen waved his hand, "Hurry up and dry the medicine. Don't delay the abbot's condition."

But several monks still didn't believe Song Shuwen. They looked at each other, their eyes full of doubts and worries.

One of the older monks frowned, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and said, "Donor Song, can this medicine really work?"

Song Shuwen looked at their doubtful expressions and felt a little unhappy, but he still said patiently: "Masters, don't doubt it. I, Song Shuwen, guarantee with my personality that this medicine is absolutely suitable for the symptoms. It will work in a while."

His eyes were firm and confident, and his tone was unquestionable.

After hearing this, the monks' expressions eased a little, but they were still skeptical.

At this time, a young monk whispered: "I hope it's true as you said. What if the abbot doesn't wake up?"

Song Shuwen put his hands behind his back, raised his head and sighed: "I, Song Shuwen, have been in the world for many years, and I never dare to be negligent in curing diseases and saving lives. Just relax!"

Song Shuwen walked to the guest room with a slightly heavy step, looking forward to seeing Xiyu. He knocked on the door gently, and Xiaohong's crisp voice came from the door: "Who is it?"

Song Shuwen hurriedly said: "It's me, Song Shuwen."

Xiaohong opened the door and saw Song Shuwen. With a trace of helplessness on her face, she said: "Song the Divine Doctor, the Prime Minister has asked for another guest room alone. I will take you there now."

Song Shuwen followed Xiaohong and finally came to the guest room where Xiyu was.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xiyu sitting at the table, and his eyes instantly fell on him.

Xiyu frowned slightly, his eyes full of concern, looking up and down at Song Shuwen, and said in surprise: "Song the Divine Doctor, what's wrong with you? Why are you so haggard?"

Song Shuwen forced a smile, his eyes full of fatigue, and sighed and said: "Alas, it's all because of that damn medicine. I'm so tired from decocting the medicine."

Xiyu stood up quickly, walked to Song Shuwen, and said with a look of pity: "Sit down and have a good rest."

Song Shuwen sat down on the chair obediently.

Xiaohong saw Song Shuwen and Xiyu start talking, so she left tactfully and closed the door gently.

Song Shuwen looked around the room and saw two beds.

"Song the Divine Doctor, you should go and rest."

Song Shuwen nodded and went to rest.

After half an hour, there was a hurried knock on the door. Xiyu got up and opened the door, and saw Jiu Dazhi standing at the door, his face filled with irrepressible joy.

Jiu Dazhi said excitedly: "Donor, Dr. Song is really amazing! The abbot really faked his death and has woken up now!" His eyes were wide open, full of surprise and admiration.

After hearing this, Xiyu looked very calm and just nodded slightly.

He thought to himself: I knew Shuwen's medical skills would not disappoint people.

He said lightly: "This is within my expectations."

Jiu Dazhi looked earnestly, clasped his hands together and said: "I hope Dr. Song can go to see the abbot, so that the abbot can thank you in person for saving his life."

After hearing this, Xiyu turned around and prepared to call Song Shuwen. At this moment, Song Shuwen woke up slowly.

He was sleepy and a bit tired. He waved his hand and said, "No need to thank me. I don't treat patients and save people for these reasons. Besides, it's fate that I can come here. I won't charge for the medical expenses."

After hearing this, Jiu Dazhi quickly chanted the Buddha's name and said sincerely, "Song the Divine Doctor, you are kind-hearted, but I still hope you can go over and let the abbot fulfill this wish." His eyes were full of expectation and persistence.

Song Shuwen sighed helplessly when he saw Jiu Dazhi's persistence and said, "Okay, then I will go with you this time."

Song Shuwen followed Jiu Dazhi to the abbot's room.

At this moment, the abbot's room was crowded with many monks.

Each of them had a particularly gratified look on their faces.

An elderly monk put his hands together, his eyes full of admiration, and praised loudly: "The medical skills of the people in the Central Plains are really superb, it's really a magical skill!"

Another younger monk, his eyes were red, his voice was trembling, and he almost cried: "The abbot was able to turn danger into safety this time, it really feels like a nightmare, and now I finally wake up, Amitabha!"

Other monks gathered around the bed, whispering to each other, their faces full of joy after surviving the disaster, nodding constantly, and muttering to themselves about their admiration for Song Shuwen's medical skills.

Song Shuwen walked into the room and saw this scene, and a warm current surged in his heart. He knew that his medical skills could bring such great hope and joy to these people, and he felt extremely relieved.

As for the abbot, he had already stood up, but he looked dazed, his eyes were empty, and he sat on the bed blankly.

This was the case when he just woke up, and everyone thought he hadn't reacted yet.

At this moment, Jiu Dazhi came to him and said respectfully: "Abbot, you can wake up, all thanks to this Central Plains doctor." Jiu Dazhi bowed slightly, his face full of reverence.

The abbot frowned when he heard this, as if he had not yet fully understood Jiu Dazhi's meaning.

Seeing that the abbot was still confused, Jiu Dazhi hurriedly said: "It was this Song doctor who brought you back from the gates of hell."

The abbot then slowly turned his head and looked at Song Shuwen standing beside him.

Then, the abbot suddenly looked at Song Shuwen with a vicious look, as if his eyes could spit out fire, and asked sternly: "Why did you save me?"

Song Shuwen was confused by this sudden questioning, and he was stunned, his face full of disbelief, thinking to himself: How could this abbot say that?

Song Shuwen calmed down and looked at the abbot carefully. He saw that the abbot's young face was full of fortitude. His clenched teeth and tense muscles all showed his determination.

Song Shuwen frowned and said puzzledly: "Abbot, what do you mean? Is it wrong to save your life?"

Many people also felt that the abbot's words were a bit too much. They whispered to each other, their faces full of confusion and dissatisfaction. "How can you say that?" Someone whispered.

At this time, the abbot roared completely. His face turned red and veins popped out on his neck. He loudly accused Song Shuwen: "You shouldn't have saved me, damn it!"

The sound was like thunder, exploding in the room.

Jiu Dazhi was stunned. His eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly, with a look of disbelief on his face.

After a moment of relief, he stammered and asked: "Abbott, why do you say that?"

Jiu Dazhi's heart was filled with shock and confusion. He had no idea why the abbot would say such heartless words to his savior.

Then, the abbot was like crazy, waving his hands wildly and shouting: "Ah! Ah!"

It looked very scary, as if he was possessed by a demon.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden action of the abbot, looking at each other, feeling baffled and completely confused.

Jiu Dazhi's face was full of embarrassment and guilt. He quickly bowed deeply to Song Shuwen and said eagerly: "Song, Divine Doctor, I'm really sorry. Maybe the abbot has not come out of the shock and has lost his mind. Please don't Take it to your heart. In this situation, I hope you will go back and rest first. I will apologize to you when the abbot is more awake."

Song Shuwen's face was gloomy, his eyes full of anger and disappointment. He snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and left without looking back. He thought to himself: It is ridiculous to be treated like this despite your good intentions to save people!

When Xi Yu saw Song Shuwen coming back, he walked into the room angrily with a frown on his face and an angry look on his face.

Xi Yu hurriedly approached him and asked with concern: "What's going on? Why are you so angry?"

Song Shuwen sat down on the chair, clenched his hands into fists, and said angrily: "Humph! That abbot is simply unreasonable! I saved his life, so it's fine that he's not grateful, and he accuses me in every possible way, like a madman."

As he spoke, his chest was still heaving violently with anger.

Xi Yu was also surprised when he heard this. He thought this was very strange. He pondered for a moment and said, "This is indeed strange, but don't take it too seriously. Maybe there is some misunderstanding."

After hearing Xi Yu's words, Song Shuwen nodded slightly, his face still gloomy, but he still stood up and said, "That's it, I'm going to rest and calm down."

Looking at Song Shuwen's leaving figure, Xi Yu frowned and paced back and forth in the room, secretly wondering: "What this abbot did is so abnormal. What made him treat his savior like this? Is there really something wrong with it? A secret known to everyone?"

As he thought about it, Xi Yu felt like his head was in a mess, but he had no clue.

On the other side, in the lively market, Cao Rui's stall was crowded with people, many people rushing to buy pastries.

Cao Rui was very busy, with a bright smile on his face, his eyes almost narrowed to a slit, and his heart was so happy: Today's business is really booming!

After a while, after all the customers dispersed, a girl quietly came to Cao Rui.

Cao Rui looked up and was shocked. His mouth opened wide, and the movement of his hands stopped, and he exclaimed: "Cao Shuangshuang, why are you here?"

Cao Shuangshuang was still holding back, but when she heard what Cao Rui said, the pain on her face became even worse. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her lips trembled as she said, "Brother, I really can't bear it anymore."

Big tears rolled down instantly, and her shoulders shook slightly as she sobbed.

Cao Rui's heart tightened, anxious and panicked. He quickly looked around nervously and lowered his voice and said: "Shuangshuang, be obedient and stop crying. It's not good to be seen. People who don't know may think I'm bullying you." "

As he spoke, he gently wiped the tears on Cao Shuangshuang's face with his sleeves.

Then, Cao Shuangshuang said in a crying voice: "Brother, please close the stall quickly. I am feeling miserable and want to express my grievances to you."

Her eyes were full of helplessness and longing, and tears were still flowing.

Cao Rui felt heartbroken when he saw his sister's appearance, and responded without hesitation: "Okay, brother, we will close the stall now, and we, brother and sister, will have a good talk."

So, the two of them started closing the stall together.

Cao Rui moved quickly, eager to finish it early so that his sister could talk.

Although Cao Shuangshuang was still sobbing, he tried to help, full of hope that his brother would listen to his troubles.

After a while, Song Shuwen walked out of the room. His expression had softened a lot. He said to Xi Yu, "I've had a good rest. I want to go outside and get some fresh air."

Xi Yu looked at him, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll accompany you."

The two people left the temple side by side and walked slowly on the street. They walked and chatted, and before they knew it, they came to the border.

Several soldiers were guarding there, and the moment they saw them, expressions of extreme surprise appeared on their faces.

Their eyes seemed to be petrified, staring straight at Song Shuwen and Xi Yu. One of the soldiers stammered: "I didn't expect you are still alive."

Xi Yu looked at the soldiers with gentle eyes.

"I said at the time that we had something to do when we came here. It's a good thing that you drugged us to prevent us from coming in. Look, isn't there nothing?"

After hearing this, the soldiers' faces turned red and white, their eyes evasive, not daring to look at Xi Yu.

One of the soldiers said bravely: "Who would have thought of this?"

Xi Yu did not continue to argue with the soldiers, but turned to Song Shuwen and said, "Let's go back."

Song Shuwen nodded, and the two of them walked back together.

Along the way, Xiyu was silent and his face was gloomy.

As he walked, Tuoba Yu's figure reappeared in his mind, and the resentment in his heart surged like a tide.

He clenched his teeth tightly and thought bitterly in his heart: "Tuoba Yu, you are so ruthless! You left me without saying a word." (End of this chapter)