Because he wanted to borrow someone else's house for a while, Tang Ning finally agreed to go and see it first.

So, after settling the old monk in the guest room, she followed Mrs. Zheng to the main courtyard to see Zheng Chonglin. When I came to the main courtyard, I saw a few old men, a few middle-aged men, and some young men in their teens and twenties, and they didn't know what to discuss together.

"Sister-in-law, who is this?" A middle-aged man couldn't help frowning when he saw the little monk who came in next to him.

"This is a high-ranking monk, I invite him to come and see the master." Mrs. Zheng said, ignoring everyone, and invited Tang Ning into the master bedroom.

In the room, there was only a young man in his twenties, and when he saw Mrs. Zheng coming back, he got up and stepped forward to help her: "Mother, didn't you let you go and take a rest?" Why is it coming again? ”

"Heng'er, my mother is fine, come, I've seen the little master." She took her son's hand and said to Tang Ning: "Little master, this is my son, Yuan'er's brother." ”

"Zheng Heng has seen the little master." Because of his mother's words, he didn't ask much, and bowed to a little monk who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old.

Tang Ning nodded, glanced at the man in front of him, then looked away and walked inside.

"Little master, this is my master, please show it to the little master." Mrs. Zheng personally moved a chair for Tang Ning so that he could sit on the edge of the bed.

Seeing that his mother was so respectful to this little monk, Zheng Heng couldn't help but look at him carefully. Seeing that this person was dressed in a gray robe, but his facial features were extremely good, with a black round bamboo pinned to his waist, and mud on his boots, the whole person looked like an ordinary Buddhist disciple, but the temperament that was different from his age made people feel a little mysterious.

Tang Ning checked the pulse, and after checking it again, he withdrew his hand and said, "There is still salvation." ”

Mrs. Zheng was overjoyed, so excited that she was incoherent, and muttered with her hands folded: "Amitabha, Buddha bless, Buddha bless!" ”

Although Zheng Heng was surprised, he was more suspicious, because the famous doctors in the city said that his father could only prepare for the future, how could this thirteen or fourteen-year-old little monk conclude that there was still salvation after a simple examination?

So, he asked, "Little master, I don't know what my father's illness is?" How should I be drugged? ”

Hearing this, Tang Ning glanced at him and said, "Who told you that your father is sick?" ”

Zheng Heng was stunned and asked, "What is it that is not a disease?" ”

"It's poison."

"Poison?" He gasped in dismay: "But all the doctors in the city say that my father is terminally ill......"

"Don't compare quacks to me." She said lightly, walked to the table and sat down, and said, "Don't believe it, look at the soles of his feet." ”

Zheng Heng took a step forward and checked the soles of his father's feet, only to see that there were black and purple thin threads spreading like spider patterns on the soles of his feet, and he couldn't help but take a step back in shock.

"How could it be...... How can it be poisoned? He was horrified. Someone is trying to kill his father? Who is it?

The people outside the house gathered here to wait for Zheng Zhenglin to breathe, but who knew that they had brought a little monk in, and they didn't let anyone else in, and they didn't know what to do inside.

So, someone couldn't hold his breath and said, "Let's go in and have a look?" I don't know what they're doing in there. ”

"It's okay, I also want to see Chonglin for the last time."

As they spoke, they were about to come forward when the door of the room was opened.