Xue Yuan should not show such an expression.
Whether it is cruel or arrogant, gentle or ruthless, Xue Yuan should not have such an expression.
It was pitiful and sad, as if he was about to die. It seemed that his breath was stagnant, and he couldn't say any serious words.
Gu Yuanbai closed his eyes, and fell into a restless sleep between the distractions.
On the second day, he received monks from Hebei from Jinchan Temple.
In it, Xue Yuan saw the monk who had never entered the courtyard of the Holy Lord. He pointed a little, and the Holy Lord raised his eyes and looked at the young monk. He was so nervous that he didn't dare to move.
The saint smiled slightly, "Don't be cautious, come forward and speak."
The young monk swallowed his saliva, stepped forward, called the Buddha's name, and saluted, "Little monk Huili, I will pay homage to the Holy One."
"No need to be more polite," Gu Yuanbai smiled softly, completely different from the majestic emperor who was in the minds of monks to destroy Buddhas.
The monk said with a straight face: "The little monk is already twenty-one."
Gu Yuanbai laughed a few times, and asked casually, "When you were in Jingchen Temple, you once lingered in front of our courtyard and didn't even bother to enter. Who did you admit wrong?"
"It's only now that the little monk knows that the pilgrim there is you," Huili hesitated. "Please don't blame the sage, the little monk was nothing at that time. It's not that the little monk was wrong, it's just... It's just that the little monk heard a few women. The donor said a name, and the name seems to be the same as the family name of my master when he was young, and the little monk wandered around for a while, so he didn't care about your courtyard."
Gu Yuanbai picked up the teacup and took a sip of warm tea, "It's a coincidence. Whose name is it?"
"Jiang Bajiao," Hui Li smiled nervously, "My master's surname was Jiang before he was shaved. Master had a brother when he was young. Master's brother once told him that if he gave birth to a daughter in the future, the child would be It is named after star anise and catechu.”
Gu Yuanbai's hand holding the tea trembled, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the monk. Hearing a loud "bang" on the side, the teapot in Tian Fusheng's hand suddenly fell, and the tea splashed on the ground.
*
Donglingwei rode his horse out of the palace at noon, and after leaving the capital, he vigorously whipped his whip, and his horse's hooves raised the wet mud, and hurried away to Hebei.
This is the greatest hope for the Holy Rescue, and there must be no problems at all. In the palace, the monks of Jinchan Temple were placed in the palace by Tian Fusheng at a loss, and everyone gathered around Huili: "Huili, what's the matter with your master?"
"Why did the Holy One treat us so favorably?"
The young monks of the same age continued one sentence after another. Hui Li scratched his head and shook his head honestly, "I don't know either."
The monks at Jinchan Temple did not know, but those who knew the reason were already excited.
Tian Fusheng's hands were shaking when he served tea, Gu Yuanbai couldn't help laughing when he saw him like this, and said jokingly: "You are so excited, if that monk is not the uncle of Jiang Nvyi, or he has long lost his medical books. You don't know medical skills, don't you want to be happy for nothing?"
Tian Fusheng's breath stagnated, "Your Majesty, don't make fun of this kind of thing!"
Gu Yuanbai laughed and shook his head.
He was also pleasantly surprised when he first heard it, but soon, Gu Yuanbai suppressed the surprise. He began to think about the worst outcome and to prepare for the worst. Only in this way, when the reality is really heading for an unpleasant development, Gu Yuanbai can still maintain his demeanor.
Jinchan Temple is deep in Hebei Province, much farther than the Summer Palace, and it takes half a month to come and go.
In the past two weeks, the guards who forced the prince to quit incense also came to report, and the prince's withdrawal reaction was very strong, but the prince and the prince have gritted their teeth and persisted one by one. According to his current will , you should be able to completely quit in about a year.
Gu Yuanbai was silent for a long time, and said, "Before quitting incense, don't tell me about him."
The guard agreed.
Except for government affairs, Gu Yuanbai's whole mind was placed in Hebei Jinchan Temple, and even Xue Yuan showing his chest and legs in front of him couldn't recall his mind for a moment.
Xue Yuan's face was ugly, and he thought, "This motherfucker just wants to sleep with me?"
In addition to the Sage, Nv Jiang also got the news. Every day, she eagerly hopes that the monk in the Jinchan Temple is her uncle, and she hopes that the uncle will have a way to save the life of the Sage.
The monks of the Jinchan Temple in the palace are also led by the elders of the temple. These old men knew much more than the young monks. Tian Fusheng personally came to inquire about them many times. The more he inquired, the more certain he became. He felt that Jiang Nuyi's uncle must have gone to Jinchan Temple to become a monk!
No wonder they never found anyone in Hebei!
When fleeing the famine, he died of starvation everywhere. At that time, Jinchan Temple let the monks go out, and if they could save one person with the rations in the temple, they would save one person. Jinchan Temple is small, built on a mountain, and is located in a remote location. It is because of this that some food can be preserved. When the panic was over, Jinchan Temple also became a famous temple in Hebei, and everyone admired it very much.
The elder of the temple, Tong Tian Fusheng, said that Huili's master, emptiness, entered the temple alone as a disaster victim at that time.
It turned out that his heart was full of ice cold, and the cold wind could whistle in his heart. Now that there is definite news, Tian Fusheng has been excitedly clutching the corner of his clothes and secretly crying several times in the night before he has seen anyone, and his heart is full of joy.
When I occasionally get up in the morning, I see, yo, the eyes of Master Zhang on the opposite side are also red.
In the midst of this anxious waiting, finally, Dong Lingwei, who went to Jinchan Temple, returned to Beijing with a middle-aged monk and a few burdens of medical books.
*
When things came to an end, Gu Yuanbai was not in a hurry.
He just smiled and said lightly: "How can I force someone to bring him to check my pulse at this time after running for a few days? Donglingwei worked hard, and the monk also worked hard. Go back and rest for two days, and then come to the palace to see you after you have recovered. me."
"Ouch, Your Majesty," Tian Fusheng was in a panic, "would you let someone see it first?"
It was true that the emperor was not in a hurry for the eunuch, Gu Yuanbai glanced at him, "No, I'll talk about it in two days."
No matter who is in a hurry, Gu Yuanbai is not in a hurry for the day or two. He had a good dinner and had a good night's sleep. In the early morning of the second day, to Gu Yuanbai's surprise, the monk Kong Xing, who had been attacked by Dong Lingwei for a long distance, took the initiative to ask for the decree.
Gu Yuanbai raised his brows and said leisurely, "Please!"
After a while, a middle-aged monk with a thin stature and a firm face walked in, bowed down and said, "Little monk emptiness, I have seen the Holy Master."
The sage was sitting behind the table with a clear voice, "Get up."
Kong Xing stood up, bowed his hands and bowed his head. He was wearing a cassock and vestment. Although he was a small monk, his temperament was very human, and he really had the demeanor of a world-renowned monk.
"The little monk already knows the reason why the sage found the little monk," Kong Xing said frankly. "Since the little monk separated from his brother, he has regarded the ancestral medical books as a treasure, and he has never slackened it for a moment. Only the Jinchan Temple is located in a remote place, and the little monk is not only diagnosing and treating the people in the temple. Apart from the wind-cold and stomach-fire of the monk, he has never examined the pulse of others."
Gu Yuanbai smiled and said gracefully, "Whether it is cured or not, I will not blame you."
Kong Xing's expression was condensed, and he said solemnly: "Little monk must do his best."
Gu Yuanbai's face was calm and airy, and when emptiness took his pulse, he couldn't help but hold his breath. After realizing it, he was amused, and he slowly relaxed his body again. He turned around and looked around. The people around him were all staring at emptiness.
What will Xue Jiuyao be like
Gu Yuanbai turned his head to the other side again. Xue Yuan was also looking at the emptiness. He seemed to have sensed Gu Yuanbai's sight. :"take it easy."
It's you who is nervous, Xue Jiuyao.
The sound of the pulse beat slowly, as if a moment had passed, but it seemed like a long time had passed, and emptiness stood up, "Sir, the little monk has offended."
He pressed several acupoints on Gu Yuanbai's body, some pain, but some felt nothing. After some diagnosis and treatment, Kong Xing's heart had come to a conclusion, his expression softened a little, but he didn't dare to say too much, "Xiao Seng's medical skills seem to have a prescription for healing saints, but Xiao Seng doesn't dare to believe in the whole book. If the imperial doctor in the palace is also there, the little monk can take out the medical book and study it together."
As soon as these words came out, the tense atmosphere in the hall changed, and they suddenly became happy.
Gu Yuanbai's pupils clenched for a moment, then forced himself to smile calmly, "If that's the case, it's hard for you."
"How can this be hard work?" Kong Xing smiled bitterly, "You don't know. Ever since I heard that your health is not good, Xiao Seng has been worried and wanted to come to the capital day and night. A year ago, Xiao Seng wrote a medical book. The income was organized into five books, and I wanted someone to bring it to the capital to dedicate it to you. Where can anything be delivered to the Holy One?"
Gu Yuanbai was stunned for a moment and asked, "Last year? When was last year?"
"At the beginning of June last year," Kong Xing sighed and shook his head, "the officials in Beijing are also unwilling to accept the courtesy of the people. They are really honest and upright."
Gu Yuanbai understood, it was the anti-corruption season, all the officials were frightened into cowards, and indeed no one dared to collect things indiscriminately under his nose.
For a while, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The anti-corruption incident contributed to the advantage of the locust plague, but he forcibly pushed away an opportunity to treat himself.
But in the end, God still favored him.
Gu Yuanbai asked the envoy of the Tai Hospital to come to take care of Kong Xing, and asked him to work with everyone in the Tai Hospital to develop a charter that could cure his symptoms.
Until the end of the month, Gu Yuanbai had never urged the imperial hospital for half a minute, but the imperial doctor and Kong Xing were very anxious. They pondered the prescription thousands of times. A lot of scruples. To balance the prescription without compromising its efficacy, it was busy until August when the Taiyuan Hospital handed over a complete charter.
Gu Yuanbai felt that this speed was already fast.
At this time, Gu Yuanbai had been filial piety to Concubine Wan for more than two months.
Time flies, and Concubine Wan has been gone for a long time. When Gu Yuanbai occasionally thinks of her, his grief is slow, and his warmth remains in his heart. When he took the regulations of the Tai Hospital in his hand, he suddenly realized that even though Tai Concubine Wan was dead, she still brought a great gift to Gu Yuanbai, that is, among the monks who sent her to Beijing, they found a cure for Gu Yuan. White vitality.
In midsummer, the cicadas and birds are constantly chirping, and the ice trays are curling in the cool air in the hall. When the sage heard Xue Yuan's anxious call, he realized that he had unknowingly burst into tears.