Medicinal Immortal

Chapter 72: Lord Buddha bless

Tang Ning finally agreed to check it out first because he was going to stay in someone's house for a while.

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

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

"This is a good monk. I invite him to see the master." Madam Zheng said, ignoring everyone, so she invited Tangning into the master bedroom.

In the room, there was only one young man in his twenties. Seeing Madam Zheng came back, he got up to meet her and supported her: "Mother, didn't you let you go and rest? Why did you come here again?"

"Heng'er, mother is okay, come and see the little master soon." She held her son's hand and said to Tangning: "Little master, this is my son, Yuan'er's elder 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 seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen.

Tangning nodded, and after taking a look at the man in front of him, she averted her gaze and walked inside.

"Little master, this is my master. Please also ask the little master to show me." Madam Zheng personally moved Tangning a chair so that he could sit by the bed.

Seeing that his mother was so respectful to this little monk, Zheng Heng couldn't help but look at him carefully. Seeing this man dressed in a gray robe, but his facial features were very good, with a black round bamboo pinned around his waist, and his boots with mud on his feet. The whole person looked like a Ordinary Buddhists, but the temperament that is different from his age, but it makes people feel a little mysterious.

Tang Ning took the pulse, checked it again, then retracted her hand and said, "There is still help."

Madam Zheng was overjoyed, she was incoherent with excitement, and she muttered with her hands folded: "Amitabha, Buddha bless, Buddha bless!"

Although Zheng Heng was pleasantly surprised, he was more suspicious, because the famous doctors in the city said that his father could only prepare for the funeral. How did this 13 or 14-year-old monk make a simple check after a brief inspection? Is there any help?

So he asked: "Little master, I don't know what kind of illness my father is? How should I treat it?"

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

Zheng Heng was startled and asked, "Isn't the disease what?"

"It's poison."

"Poison?" He gasped in shock, "But all the doctors in the city said that my father is very sick..."

"Don't compare quack doctor with me." She said lightly, went to the table and sat down, and said, "Don't believe me, look at the soles of his feet."

Zheng Heng took a step forward and looked at the soles of his father's feet, and saw that there were black and purple threads spreading like spider patterns on the soles of his feet, and he couldn't help but step back.

"How...how could it be poisoned?" He was shocked. Someone wants to kill his father? Who is it?

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

So some people couldn't help but say: "Go in and take a look? I don't know what they are doing inside."

"Alright, I also want to see Zhonglin one last time."

As everyone said, when they were about to step forward, they saw the door opened.

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