The three of them went down the mountain, the red wall looked tall, this is a temple built by the mountain, Chu Huan and the three of them were behind the temple, and saw a door on the left side of the red wall, which was the back door of the temple, Chu Huan wanted to knock on the door and enter the courtyard to rest temporarily, but suddenly thought of something, and ordered the two to wait behind the temple first, and he went to the door, through the crack in the door, he vaguely saw that there was a courtyard inside, and there was no trace.

Chu Huan took out the dagger, raised his hand and stuck it on the wall, and then took advantage of his strength to rise, his body was tempered by the "Dragon Elephant Sutra", his body was as light as a swallow, he climbed over the wall, overlooked, and saw that there was a courtyard inside, rockery and green bamboo, the scenery was quite beautiful, and there was no one behind, Chu Huan jumped off the wall, observed some of the surrounding movements, and made sure that no one was in this backyard, so he went over and gently opened the back door and beckoned to Mei Niang and Dai'er not far away.

Dai'er and Mei Niang came over just now, Chu Huan went out by the way, pulled the dagger from the wall, put it in his boots, entered the courtyard, and quietly closed the back door.

He looked around, and in order to avoid other troubles, it was naturally better not to be seen, and saw that there was a small stone path on the left side, and he led the way in front of him, and went to the left.

This stone road is not long, there is no one on the way, and then a fragrance comes to the face, in front of a dense pine forest, the pine forest is sparsely scattered and grows plantains, through the pine forest, you can see a few houses in the corner, a few golden silk linden trees are planted in front of the house, and there are a few green bamboos.

The green pine, the bamboo, and the Bodhi tree swayed slightly, and there was silence, and the silence was like the eternal silence of the Elysian realm.

The three rooms were connected together, but Chu Huan saw that the doors of two of the rooms were locked, and he knew that this place was only a place where few people visited, which was exactly what he wanted, and now he was close to the past, and without much effort, he opened the lock of a door, beckoned Mei Niang and Dai'er in, only to see that there were really tables, chairs and beds inside, but there was no bedding on the bed, and the room was covered with dust, so naturally no one had come in for a long time.

Chu Huan didn't care about this, he didn't live here permanently, he was just here for the time being to deal with Mei Niang's leg injury, recuperate, rest for a day, and leave.

He helped Mei Niang to the bedside, Dai'er had closed the door gently, walked to the table, sat down on the chair, and the pretty face that had been tense was only slightly relaxed at this time.

"Since this is a temple, there must be a special pharmacy." Chu Huan said softly: "You guys take a rest first, and when the sky gets darker, I'll go out to find medicine, and by the way, I'll get you some food." ”

Mei Niang sat on the bed, lifted her skirt, and looked at her injured leg, at this time, she suddenly heard a coughing sound, the coughing sound was some distance, but Chu Huan and the three of them all had martial arts cultivation, and if they were ordinary people, they might not be able to hear anything, but the three of them heard the coughing sound, Chu Huan was shocked, and he could hear it clearly, the coughing sound was very violent, as if he was going to cough out his internal organs.

Chu Huan frowned, put his finger to his mouth, signaled the two of us not to speak, leaned to the side of the door, and looked out through the crack in the door, there was no sign in front of him, listening to the voice, it seemed to come from the next room.

Chu Huan opened the door gently, went out lightly, and took the door with him, at this time, the coughing sound was even more real, and it really came from the room next to him.

The room that Chu Huan entered was the far right of the three rooms, and he saw that the middle room was also locked, only the room on the far left did not seem to be locked, and it was no surprise that the sound came from that room.

He moved over to see what was going on, and when he came to the window of the room, he saw that it was hidden and open to the gap, and he cautiously poked his head into it.

But I saw a very simple wooden bed in the room, and a small case next to the bed, on that bed, there was a bald monk, covered with a very broken quilt, and on the small case, there was a water cup, the monk turned his back to the window, and the coughing sound was made by him.

Chu Huan frowned, this courtyard was still some distance from the towering building in front, but he didn't know why this monk was alone here, and listening to his coughing feeling, he seemed to be seriously ill.

The monk coughed for a while, and finally eased up a little, but after a short while, he coughed again.

Chu Huan thought for a while, didn't stay long, turned around and was about to go back to his house, but saw a figure coming over on the pine forest path not far away.

Chu Huan immediately made a decision, rushed to the side, his body was like a ghost, hiding behind the nearest golden silk Bodhi tree, the branches of the golden silk Bodhi tree were quite thick, obviously many years, just blocking Chu Huan's body.

Chu Huan was only worried that there would be movement in Mei Niang's room and would be discovered, but fortunately there was a dead silence there, but the lock on the door was hanging there, as long as you looked closely, you would definitely find that someone had opened the door lock.

In the pine forest, a gray-clothed monk carrying a small basket was coming here, Chu Huan looked at his light steps, and knew that Lu Dao was nothing more than an ordinary monk, who looked like he was in his early thirties, when he passed by Mei Niang's room, the gray-clothed monk didn't even look at it, and went straight to the sick monk's house, he looked left and right, and seemed to be observing whether there was anyone around, making sure that there was no one, so he pushed the door in, and then closed the door of the house.

Only then did Chu Huan flash to the edge of the window, look inside, and see the gray-clothed monk put down the basket lightly, the sick monk had stopped coughing, and the room was silent.

"Uncle Confession...... Uncle Confession ......! The gray-clothed monk screamed softly twice, and the sick monk on the bed replied weakly: "It's Zhiliang......!" ”

His voice sounded quite old, and Chu Huan listened to the two of them, thinking that the rank of this sick monk in the temple did not seem to be low.

"Uncle Xin, the meal was originally delivered early in the morning, but you also know that our Gushui Temple has to receive distinguished guests, and from the host to the below, we have been busy with this matter for a while, so the meal can't be delivered in time." Monk Na Zhiliang said softly: "Early this morning, the distinguished guests have arrived at the temple to worship the Buddha in the morning, and they will listen to the presiding lecture in the afternoon...... In order to show respect for the guests, the whole temple has gathered in the Daxiong Treasure Hall to chant and pray for blessings......! ”

Chu Huan looked through the crack in the window, only to see the sick monk sitting up, and the gray-clothed monk Shang Zhiliang standing aside.

"Thank you for your hard work......!" The sick monk's voice sounded very weak, and Chu Huan vaguely saw at this time that the sick monk had a thin yellow face and thin bones, and seemed to have been lingering on the sick bed for a long time.

Monk Zhiliang sighed: "Uncle Confession, it's all like this now, why are you obsessed with ......!" ”

After coughing for a while, the sick monk asked in a weak voice, "What do you say...... What does this mean? ”

"Uncle Shi really doesn't understand what I mean." Zhiliang sighed lightly again, "Uncle Shi has been lingering on the sickbed for more than half a year, if you don't find good medicine for treatment, I'm afraid it won't last long, we are all worried about Uncle Shi, and we also want to find medicine for Uncle Shi, but Uncle Shi himself also knows that there are fifty or sixty people in the temple, and those incense and silver are only enough for everyone to eat, drink, and Lazar, and there is really no extra money for Uncle Shi to see a doctor...... ”

The sick monk did not speak, but covered his mouth with one hand and let out a dull coughing sound.

"Of course, Uncle Shi knows that there are some Tibetan medicines in the medicine storehouse in the Daoist Temple, but they are just some ordinary medicinal materials, which can be used to treat skin and flesh injuries, but it is very difficult to treat a serious illness like Uncle Shi." Zhiliang lowered his voice and said, "Now that the matter is over, Uncle Shi can only save himself." ”

The sick monk's coughing stopped, and he said weakly: "I know what you mean, are you still fighting its idea?" ”

When Chu Huan heard this, he was a little curious, and he didn't know whose idea the sick monk was talking about.

"Uncle Shi, Buddhism has clouds, everything is empty, you have practiced Buddhism for so many years, can't you still see through this truth?" Zhiliang said softly: "You are like this, what is the use of those things for you?" ”

The sick monk sighed: "I know that there are rumors in the Dao, but I will also tell you that those rumors are false. The Three Realms of Buddhism, greed, hatred, and ignorance, you have also been a monk for many years, why do you still have such greedy thoughts? ”

Zhiliang's voice suddenly cooled down, and he said, "Uncle Shi, my nephew is kind to persuade you, but you are obsessed, then no one can save you." Rumors have never disappeared since you entered the temple, and a rumor can circulate for so long, naturally there is a reason for it. If the rumors are true, why hasn't the box been missing, and why haven't you taken it out and made it public? ”

"Let's go!" The sick monk lay down again, "No need to come back." ”

"Uncle Shi." Monk Zhiliang's voice suddenly became anxious, "As long as you hand over the box to your nephew, your nephew will definitely invite the best doctor in Beishan, and your illness will definitely be cured...... Why should you lay down your life and not your wealth? ”

"Sacrifice your life and not your wealth?" The sick monk let out a strange laugh, "Do you really think there are gold and silver treasures in there?" ”

"It's rumored in the temple that the box must be something extremely valuable, otherwise you wouldn't value it so much." Zhiliang lowered his voice and said: "Even if it is not gold, silver and jewelry, it must be an extremely useful thing, Uncle Shi, you have reached this point, what's the use of keeping that box?" Whether it's gold, silver, treasure or anything else, if you really get sick and die, then you won't need anything. ”

Chu Huan understood at this time, this sick monk obviously has a box, although the whole temple does not know what is in the box, but it is rumored that there are gold and silver treasures hidden in the box, but listening to that meaning, the box seems to have disappeared, secretly hidden by the sick monk, and now the sick monk is terminally ill, but the monks in the temple are trying to get the box from the sick monk.

The four major monks are empty, but the monks of this ancient water temple are greedy because of their possessions, which is contrary to the Buddhism they practice, Chu Huan couldn't help but sigh in his heart.