Chapter 72

Because he wanted to stay at home for a while, Downing finally agreed to go and have a look.

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 some old people, some middle-aged men, and some young men in their twenties and twenties. I didn't know what to discuss.

"Sister in law, is this?" A middle-aged man frowned when he saw the little monk coming in with him.

"This is a virtuous monk. I invite him to see the master." Mrs. Zheng said, also ignored the crowd, then asked Tang Ning into the master bedroom.

In the room, there was only a man in his twenties. Seeing Mrs. Zheng coming back, he got up to meet her and supported her: "mother, didn't you ask you to have a rest? Why are you here again? "

"Heng'er, my mother is OK. Come on, see you 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 met little master." Because of his mother's words, he didn't ask much, so he saluted a young monk who looked only thirteen or four years old.

Downing nodded, looked at the man in front of him, then moved his eyes and walked inside.

"Little master, this is my master. Please show me." Mrs. Zheng personally brought a chair for downing so that he could sit by the bed.

Seeing that his mother was so respectful to the little monk, Zheng Heng couldn't help looking at him carefully. He was dressed in gray clothes, but his face and facial features were excellent. He had a black round bamboo on his waist and mud on his feet. He looked like an ordinary Buddhist, but his temperament different from his age made people feel mysterious.

Tang Ning took the pulse and checked it again. Then he took back his hand and said, "there is still help."

Mrs. Zheng was overjoyed. She was so excited that she murmured: "Amitabha, Buddha bless, Buddha bless!"

Although Zheng Heng was surprised, he was more suspicious. Because famous doctors in the city said that his father could only prepare for the aftercare. How could the 13-4-year-old monk decide that there is still something to be saved after a simple examination?

So he asked, "little master, I don't know what kind of disease my father has? How should the medicine be prescribed for treatment? "

Hearing this, Tang Ning glanced at him and said, "who told you that your father was ill?"

Zheng Heng was stunned and asked, "what is not a disease?"

"It's poison."

"Poison?" He gasped in amazement: "but all the doctors in the city say that my father is critically ill..."

"Don't equate quack with me." She said lightly, went to the table and sat down, said: "do not believe, you look at the soles of his feet."

Zheng Heng stepped forward and looked at the soles of his father's feet. He saw that there were black and purple threads spreading like spider patterns on the soles of his feet. He could not help but step back.

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

The people outside the house gathered here to wait for Zheng Zhenglin to die. However, they saw that they brought a little monk in, but they didn't let others in. They didn't know what to do inside.

As a result, some people could not hold their breath: "go in and have a look? I don't know what they're doing in there

"Well, I want to see Chonglin for the last time."

When they were ready to go forward, they saw the door open.