After the three of them went down the mountain, the red wall became tall. This was a temple built along the mountain. Chu Huan and the other two were behind the temple. They 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 yard for a while, but suddenly he thought of something and told the two to wait first at the temple. He was at the door and through the crack of the door, he vaguely saw that there was a courtyard inside, and there was no trace of anyone.

Chu Huan took out the dagger, raised his hand and inserted it on the wall, and then levered it with the force. His body was tempered by the Dragon and Elephant Sutra, and his body was as light as a swallow. He climbed up to the wall and looked down. He saw that there was a courtyard inside, with green bamboos on the rockery. The scenery was beautiful and there was no trace of anyone. Chu Huan jumped off the wall, observed some movements around, and confirmed that no one was in the backyard. Then he went over and gently opened the back door and waved to Mei Niang and Dai'er not far away.

Dai'er and Mei Niang came over. Chu Huan went out and pulled the dagger from the wall, put it in her boots, entered the yard, and quietly closed the back door.

He looked around. In order to avoid other troubles, it was better not to be seen by others. He saw that there was a remote stone path passing by, leading the way forward and heading to the left.

This stone path is not long, and I never saw a figure along the way. Then a fragrance came to my face. In front of me was a dense pine forest, with banana trees growing sparsely among the pine forests. When I walked through the pine forest, I saw several houses in the corner, several golden Bodhi trees planted in front of the house and several green bamboos.

The green pines, bamboos, and Bodhi trees swayed slightly, and there was silence, as quiet as the eternal and quiet place of the Pure Land.

The three rooms were connected together, but Chu Huan saw that the doors of two of them were locked. He knew that there were probably only a few people here, which was just his wish. He approached the past and opened the lock of a door without any effort, waved to bring Mei Niang and Dai'er in. He saw that there were really tables, chairs and beds inside, but there was no bedding on the bed, and the house was covered with dust. Naturally, no one had come in for a long time.

Chu Huan didn't care about these things. He didn't live here forever, but just took care of the injury on Mei Niang's leg for a while, regained his energy, rested for a day, and left.

He helped Mei Niang to the bed. Dai'er had already closed the door gently, walked to the table, and sat down on the chair. His pretty face, which had been tense, was relaxing slightly at this time.

"Since this is a temple, there must be a special pharmacy." Chu Huan said softly: "You can rest first, wait until the sky is getting darker, I will go out to find medicine and get you some food."

Mei Niang sat on the bed, lifted her skirt, looked at her injured leg, and suddenly heard a cough sound. The cough sound was a little far apart, but Chu Huan and the other two had martial arts cultivation. If it were ordinary people, they might not be able to hear anything, but the three of them heard the cough. Chu Huan's five senses were amazing, and he could hear it clearly. The cough sound was very violent, as if he wanted to cough out his internal organs.

Chu Huan frowned, raised his finger to his mouth, signaling the two of them not to speak, and approached the door and looked out through the crack of the door. There was no trace of anyone in front of him. Hearing the sound, it seemed that it was coming from the next room.

Chu Huan opened the door gently, walked out with his hands and took it to the door. At this time, the coughing sound was even more real, and it was indeed coming from the room next to him.

The room Chu Huan entered was on the right side of the three rooms. He had seen before that the room in the middle was also locked, and only the room on the left seemed to have no lock. If nothing unexpected happened, the sound came from that room.

He moved over lightly, trying to see what happened. On the side of the window of the room he arrived, he saw that the window was actually hidden, opening the gap, and carefully poked his head and looked inside.

But I saw a very simple wooden bed in the room, and a small desk beside the bed. On the bed, there was a bald monk lying, covered with a very broken quilt. Above the small desk was a water cup. The monk turned his back to the window, and the coughing sound was exactly what he called it.

Chu Huan frowned. The courtyard was still a little far from the towering building in front of him, but he didn't know why the monk was alone here. And when he heard his cough, he seemed to have suffered a serious illness.

The monk coughed for a while and finally calmed down a little. After a short moment, he started coughing again.

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

Chu Huan made a quick decision and rushed to the side. His body was like a ghost, hiding behind the nearest golden-wire Bodhi tree. The branches of the golden-wire Bodhi tree were quite thick, obviously for many years, just blocking Chu Huan's body.

Chu Huan was only worried that Mei Niang would make noises in the room and be discovered. Fortunately, it was silent, but the lock on the door was hanging there. As long as you look closely, you would definitely find that someone had opened the lock.

In the pine forest, a monk in gray was coming here with a small basket. Chu Huan saw that he was light and walked, and knew that he was just an ordinary monk. He looked in his early thirties. When he passed Mei Niang's house, the monk in gray was not even looking at it. He went straight to the sick monk's house. He looked around and seemed to be observing whether there were anyone around. He was sure that there was no one. Then he pushed the door and closed the door.

Chu Huan then flashed to the edge of the window and looked inside. When he saw the monk in gray put down the basket with his hands and feet, the sick monk had stopped coughing and the room was silent.

"Uncle Xinhui...Uncle Xinhui..." The gray-clothed monk shouted softly, and the sick monk on the bed was weak and replied: "It's Zhiliang..."

His voice sounded quite old. Chu Huan heard the names of the two, thinking that the sick monk seemed to be of great seniority in the temple.

"Uncle Xinhui, the food was delivered early in the morning, but you also know that our Gushui Temple is going to receive distinguished guests. From the host to the bottom, we have been busy with this matter for a while, so the food cannot be delivered in time." Monk Na Zhiliang whispered: "Early this morning, the distinguished guests have arrived at the temple and worship Buddha in the morning. In this afternoon, the distinguished guests have to listen to the presidency's lecture... In order to show respect for the guests, the presidency has gathered in the Main Hall to recite scriptures and pray for blessings...!"

Chu Huan looked through the gap in the window and saw the sick monk sitting up forcibly, while the gray-clothed monk Zhiliang stood aside.

"Thank you for your hard work..." The sick monk sounded very weak. Chu Huan vaguely saw that the sick monk had a pale face and was skinny and bony, as if he had been lingering in the sick bed for a long time.

Monk Zhiliang sighed: "Uncle Xinhui, he is like this now, why should you be obsessed with it..."

After the sick monk coughed, he asked in a weak voice: "What do you mean by what you say... what do you mean?"

"Uncle Master really doesn't understand what I mean." Zhiliang sighed again, "Uncle Master has been lingering in sick bed for more than half a year. If we don't look for good medicine to treat it, we may not last long. We are worried about Uncle Master and want to seek medical treatment for Uncle Master. But Uncle Master himself knows that the number of people in the temple is only enough for everyone to eat, drink, defecate, and there is really no extra money to treat Uncle Master..."

The sick monk didn't speak, just covered his mouth with one hand and made a dull cough.

"Of course, Uncle Master knows that there are some Tibetan medicines in the medicine warehouse in the temple, but they are just ordinary medicinal materials. It is useful to treat skin and flesh injuries. However, it is very difficult to treat serious illnesses like Uncle Master." Zhiliang lowered his voice and said, "At this point, Uncle Master can only save himself."

The sick monk stopped coughing and said in a weak voice: "I know what you mean, are you still trying to make it?"

When Chu Huan heard this, he was a little curious, not knowing who the diseased monk was talking about.

"Uncle Master, Buddhism says that everything is empty. You have practiced Buddhism for so many years, can't you see this truth?" Zhiliang said softly: "You are all like this, what are the uses of those things for you?"

The sick monk sighed, "I know there are rumors, but I will tell you that those rumors are fake. The three realms of Buddhism, greed, anger, and ignorance, have you become a monk for many years, why do you still have such greed thoughts?"

Zhiliang's voice suddenly became cold and he said, "Uncle Master, my nephew advised him kindly, but you are stubborn. No one can save you. The rumors have never disappeared since you entered the temple. A rumor can be passed on for so long, so it is natural that it makes sense. If the rumor is really false, why has the box not yet fallen, why don't you take the box out and make it public?"

"You go!" The sick monk lay down again, "No need to come over again."

"Uncle Master." Monk Zhiliang's voice suddenly became anxious, "As long as you hand over the box to the nephew, the nephew will definitely invite the best doctor in Beishan, and your illness will definitely be cured... Why should you sacrifice your life and money?"

"Do not give up your life or wealth?" The sick monk let out a strange laugh, "Do you really think there is gold, silver and treasures?"

"It's circulating in the temple. The boxes must be extremely valuable, otherwise you wouldn't cherish them so much." Zhiliang lowered his voice and said, "Even if it's not gold, silver and jewelry, it must be extremely useful. Uncle Master, you have reached this point, what's the use of keeping that box? Whether it's gold, silver and treasures or other things, if you really die of illness, you won't be able to use anything."

Chu Huan understood at this time. The sick monk obviously had a box. Although the upper and lower parts of the temple did not know what was in the box, they were all rumored to be hidden in the box. But from that meaning, the box seemed to have disappeared and was secretly hidden by the sick monk. Now the sick monk is terminally ill, the monks in the temple are trying every means to get the box from the sick monk.
Chapter completed!