Zhang Ping paused when he was about to lift his steps, and stretched out his ears to hear what the old monk had in mind.
The farmer thought for a while and said, "Is there such a gentleman, the master knows him?"
The old monk twisted the Buddha beads and said, "The old man has such a fate with him, I wonder if the donor can pass it on?"
Before the owner of the farmer hesitated to agree or refuse, Zhang Ping walked out.
"The person this master is looking for is Zixiao?"
Zhang Ping knew that Wei Ci had many friends, but the monk in front of him was really weird. How did he know that Wei Ci was staying here
"Exactly, I wonder if Xiaoyou Wei is okay now?"
Zhang Ping believed most of it, and turned to invite the old monk and the little novice beside him into the house. Now it is midsummer and the sun is very hot.
"Zi Xiao's high fever has not subsided for the past two days, and he is almost confused. He has taken any medicine, but it still does not work." Zhang Ping couldn't help frowning when he said this, and said, "Maybe there is no good man in a small place. , In short, this disease is heartbreaking."
The old monk smiled slightly, took off the bamboo hat that shaded his head, and handed the hat and wooden staff to the little novice next to him to take care of him.
"What the benefactor said is not good. Xiaoyou Wei has not recovered yet. I am afraid there is a lack of medicine."
The owner of the farmer warmly poured a bowl of cold and clean well water. The old monk made a Buddha salute, took it with a smile, and thanked him in a low voice.
Zhang Ping was stunned, "Yaoyin? This boss didn't say what kind of medicine is missing from the prescription."
The old monk took two sips, and then gave the pottery bowl to the dry-mouthed little novice.
"This herb is used to treat heart disease." The old monk looked loving, then lowered his head and asked the little novice, "But it's enough."
The little novice nodded shyly, and politely exchanged the pottery bowl to the farmer's owner.
Zhang Ping became more and more puzzled, "Heart disease?"
The old monk said, "Xiaoyou Wei has been seriously ill so far, and it is not because of his body. I am afraid it is because of stagnation in his heart. This is the source of the disease."
The more Zhang Ping listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he could not help but slow down his lead. He had lived here for three days with Wei Ci, who was sick, and he had never seen this old monk. Simply abnormal!
But on second thought, Wei Ci was a monster-like character, how could the friend he made be a normal person
"Master wait a moment, go down and wake up Zixiao." Walking to the door, Zhang Ping nodded to the old monk, then pushed open the door, Wei Cizheng's face was flushed red, and her lips were chapped, even if she closed her eyes, it was still difficult. Covering the haggard and morbid state of his eyes, "Zixiao? Wake up!"
"What, what's wrong..."
Wei Ci opened her eyes in a daze, her eyelids seemed to be filled with lead water, and it was very laborious to open them.
"There is a master who claims to be your friend and came to see you."
When Zhang Ping said this, he felt a little strange. Although Wei Ci was seriously ill, he understood what was wrong.
Just as he was about to speak, a shadow slowly elongated and approached.
An old monk with a kind face came uninvited and made a Buddha salute to him. When Zhang Ping saw the figure, he turned around suddenly in fright. He looked at the old monk fiercely.
The old monk didn't realize that he had taken people by surprise, he sat on the seat and said to Wei Ci.
"The old man has been called the dust, people from Hejian."
After hearing Hejian County, Wei Ci's eyes lit up, indicating that Zhang Ping didn't need to be so arrogant.
"Master forgive me, Ci is now ill and unable to get up and return the salute." Wei Ci bit the tip of her tongue secretly, making her sanity two points, her voice hoarse, "Fang Cai Xiheng said that Master knows Ci, but Ci is not yet confused, nor Remember when you saw the master."
The monk Liaochen was fascinated with a smile, and swept around Wei Ci's face, and his heart was clear.
"It's true that Xiaoyou and Lao Na have never met, but Lao Na does know someone, and Xiaoyou should not be unfamiliar."
Wei Ci's heart moved, and a person's name appeared in his mind first, which made him feel very frustrated.
Now, at this moment, he still can't let go of that person, and he is stunned.
"Who is the master referring to?"
"Hejian Liuxi, the son of Liuzhou Mu. Judging from her appearance, she and her little friend should have a mortal fate."
Wei Ci's already flushed face burned twice in an instant, even more embarrassed.
"Ci and that Langjun are both men... Cough, when did the master steal Yue Lao's responsibilities?"
Although Zhang Ping put down his weapon, he was still wary of the old monk's actions.
However, after listening to the conversation between the two, he felt as if he knew some big news
Wei Ci and Liu Xi... are both men...
Zi Xiao actually has the habit of splitting peaches and breaking sleeves
Liaochen didn't answer and asked, "Little friend went north, but to find Liu Langjun?"
Wei Ci was silent.
Liaochen added, "Does the donor know that this serious illness is difficult to heal is not because of the ineffectiveness of the medicine and stone, but because of the heart of the donor?"
"What does the master want to say, just let me know."
Wei Ci lost his patience, because Liu Xi had become a knot he didn't want to touch because of that dream.
If he had persuaded her to be more firm at that time and not let her go to Beijing, maybe this person would not have encountered the earthquake that should not have existed.
Dongqing is located in the north. Earthquakes have only been recorded three times in a thousand years. His brain is not broken, so he naturally remembers it clearly.
In his previous life, Dongqing did not move!
Now it happened.
This made him have to think more, is this earthquake a warning from God that there are evil spirits born in the world
In this world, apart from him who was resurrected from the dead, who else could be considered an ominous monster
"Liu Langjun is fine, she has a very big life. It's a little friend, if you continue like this, I'm afraid her life will not be long." Monk Lichen said bluntly, "The Lord of the True Dragon of Destiny, with good luck, even if It's a ghost and a ghost, and I'm afraid it's hard to get close to it."
Hearing this, Wei Ci broke out in a cold sweat. If it wasn't for the sick Shen Ke's lack of strength, he almost sat up in shock.
"Master's words..." Wei Ci looked into Monk Chen's eyes with cold and terrifying killing intent.
The face is still the same face, but the momentum of the whole body is no longer gentle, but has a pressing yin.
The monk Liaochen said, "She is still alive, and the old man didn't come here to find you on purpose, but just to tell you. Young people are really impetuous from generation to generation. I think back then, Liu Zhongqing could still listen to the old man quietly..."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Wei Ci with a look of "I'm so sorry for the old man like this".
Wei Ci was silent.
Come on, he'll keep his mouth shut, you keep talking.
"There was a sudden earthquake a while ago. According to Lao Na's expectations, I'm afraid it's not a natural disaster but a crime."
Zhang Ping listened and smiled dumbly, "Master's words are sensational, who can move mountains and overturn seas and make such a big earth move?"