Chapter 227

Song Xijiao also widened her eyes. She didn't expect such a coincidence.

This distinguished guest is the woman who knelt on the stone steps to seek medical treatment from Hao Lang Zhong yesterday!

"How is your son?" Song Xijiao asked in a hurry.

"Thanks to Miss Song's advice, shuo'er is no longer in trouble," she said with a smile

Song Xijiao could not help but feel relieved and laughed: "that's good. It's all right. Don't hate my master. He has his own reasons for refusing to help. "

"When shuo'er is saved, I will be satisfied. How dare I remember and hate others? Today I come to the temple to fulfill my vows." Her smile was gentle, and there was no hatred in her eyes.

After a few more chatting, the woman left.

Master Mengyun invited song Xijiao into the room. When he saw the Buddhist scriptures in the bamboo basket, his face was always light and light, and he could not help but show a smile of surprise. He looked through the Buddhist scriptures, page by page, and nodded in admiration: "the benefactor is really original and imaginative. With such sutras, it will be much easier for me to tell others about Buddhism. "

I remember once upon a time, when he went to other temples to exchange Buddhist principles on behalf of Puji temple, he always carried a heavy box of bamboo rolls on his back. Every time he arrived at the temple, people were already exhausted, so there was no strength to talk about Buddhism. After that, it will be much easier.

When song Xijiao saw that he was satisfied, she laughed and said, "last time I came, I didn't know that the master was my husband's savior. I was very sorry to ask the master a high price. This time, in addition to sending Buddhist scriptures, I also want to worship Bodhisattva and donate some incense money to the temple. "

"Saving one's life is better than building a seven level pagoda. I'm not saving benefactor Zhong Chun. I'm just crossing myself." Master Mengyun said, bending down to read a sentence, "Amitabha."

When song Xijiao saw that he had admitted what he had done, he knew that Zhong Chun had not deceived himself. He bit his lips and hesitated for a moment. Finally, he asked, "master, I want to ask you. Do you know who killed my husband's mother?"

Hearing this, master Mengyun lowered his head and held the Buddha beads on his fingertips. After a while, he raised his head and said, "this matter, I..."

Seeing master Mengyun's face embarrassed, he seemed to be looking for a pretext. Song Xijiao quickly interrupted him and said, "master, monks don't lie. You can't lie to me."

Master Mengyun was stunned and looked at her. Then he turned his head and sighed: "you'd better ask benefactor Zhong Chun. After all, it's his private matter. I can't talk much."

"But he won't tell me!" Song Xijiao made a detour in front of master Mengyun and said anxiously, "I just want to know. I know in my mind that if I can help him, I can help him. He's afraid that I'm in danger, or he doesn't want me to get involved in these things, and he won't tell me anything

"Since benefactor Zhong Chun doesn't say so, I can't say anything more. Please forgive me, benefactor. "

Seeing that he was so secretive that he could not pry out half a word, song Xijiao could not help but look disappointed. Fortunately, she didn't come here to ask about this matter, so she had to say: "don't say it, don't say it. Anyway, I will know one day. Master Mengyun, I'd like to pray for Zhongchun. How can I get there

"Benefactor, this way, please."

Master Mengyun took song Xijiao to the courtyard outside the hall. In the middle of the courtyard, there was a large censer, which was lit with many incense of different lengths.

Master Mengyun personally went to help song Xijiao invite three incense sticks, put them into song Xijiao's hands and lit them for her. Then, when she prayed for good luck, she stood aside and recited the Buddhist scriptures in a soft voice.

After offering incense, song Xijiao opened her eyes slowly. She worshipped master chaomengyun gratefully and said, "the master still needs Buddhist scriptures in the future. Just send people to the bamboo paper farm."

Master Mengyun said with a smile: "so, thank you, benefactor."

Before leaving, song Xijiao donated 200 knives of incense money before leaving Puji temple. Walking down the mountain, I saw that not far ahead, the woman was following a woman holding a tree to rest.

She quickly walked over to say, "it's such a coincidence, I've met again!"

The woman's face was sweating. Seeing her, she was overjoyed: "how could miss song come out so soon?"

"It's you who are so slow!"

The woman's face was slightly red, but she shook her head and said, "when I was pregnant with shuo'er, I hurt my body. I haven't been able to support myself. I'll be tired after walking a few more steps, not to mention going up and down the mountain."

After hearing her say so, song Xijiao was embarrassed to make jokes again. She went to her face and took a look at her face. She then asked her to stretch out her tongue to have a look. Then she said, "you are losing Qi and blood, and you have some anemia. That's why you are so weak."

The woman listened to her carefully and asked, "Oh, Miss Song, if you understand, please help our wife. The master's life is not good, he died early, and gave the whole family to his wife. The lady is not in good health and often falls ill. What can we do? "

“……” I didn't expect that the woman was still a widow. No wonder she was kneeling on the stone steps alone yesterday without the help of a man. Today, she came to offer incense alone. Song Xijiao could not help but show sympathy. In this era, it is not a simple thing for a woman to support a family alone."It's easy to say and treat this disease. It won't take a few months to recuperate. After you go back, go to the pharmacy to buy Yuzhu, Cordyceps, longan meat, cloves, kuncao Oh, why don't you tell me where you live. When you come back to the bamboo paper mill, I'll give you a prescription. You can fill the prescription. Then I'll write clearly on the paper how to decoct and how to recuperate. You just have to do it. "

The woman was overjoyed when she heard that it could be cured. She and her mother-in-law looked at each other, and they all looked happy: "the little girl lives in the third house of Dongxiang Hutong. The family with jujube trees at the door is, or, if you ask others, you can find Hu Kaiping's widow."

"Your husband's name is Hu Kaiping. Is he famous?"

She said with a smile, "Oh, Miss Song, how come you haven't even heard of our master's name. He is a famous general and one of the best heroes in Jinzhou City!"

"War general?" Song Xijiao didn't expect that this woman's husband should have such a background. She could not help saying, "I know less about this, but my elder brother is also in the army."

"Oh? Who is your elder brother

Song Xijiao said with a smile: "my eldest brother is song muyuan, the eldest son of the Song family."

How to know this sentence, but the woman and her mother-in-law were shocked and looked at each other.

"What's the matter?" Song Xijiao noticed something was wrong with them and couldn't help asking.

But the woman lowered her head and refused to look at her any more. She just shook her head and said, "Miss Song, we still have something to do. Let's go first and leave."

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