Chapter 398

Zhang Pinggang wanted to lift his feet and paused. He stretched his ears to listen to the old monk's intention.

The farmer owner thought and said, "is there such a gentleman that the master knows him?"

The old monk twirled the Buddha beads and said, "I have such a fate with him. I wonder if you can pass it on, benefactor?"

Before the farmer owner hesitated to agree or refuse, Zhang Ping came out.

"The man the master is looking for is Zixiao?"

Zhang Ping knows that Wei CI has many friends, but the monk in front of him is really strange. How does he know that Wei CI is staying here?

"Exactly. I wonder if Wei Xiaoyou is all right now?"

After more than half of the letter, Zhang Pingxin sideways invited the old monk and the little monk around him into the house. Now it's Midsummer and the sun is very strong.

"Zixiao has a high fever these two days. He is almost confused. He has used any medicine, but it still doesn't work." When Zhang Ping said this, he could not help frowning and said, "maybe there is no good doctor in a small place. In short, the condition is worrying."

With a smile, the old monk took off the hat for shading his head and handed it and the wooden stick to the little monk next to him.

"Benefactor, what you said is bad. I'm afraid you haven't healed yet. I'm afraid you're short of medicine."

The farmer's owner enthusiastically filled a bowl of cold and clean well water. The old monk made a Buddha ceremony, took it with a smile and whispered thanks.

Zhang Ping was stunned. "Drug guide? The doctor didn't say that the prescription lacked any drug guide."

The old monk took two drinks, and then gave the pottery bowl to the little monk with dry mouth. After the child took it, he drank it all.

"This medicine is mainly used to treat heart disease." The old monk looked kind, then bowed his head and asked the little monk, "but enough."

The little monk nodded shyly and politely changed the pottery bowl to the farmer's owner.

Zhang Ping was more and more puzzled, "heart disease?"

Lao he Shangdao said, "Wei Xiaoyou has been seriously ill and difficult to heal. It's not because of his body. I'm afraid it's inner depression. This is the disease."

The more Zhang Ping listened, the more he felt something was wrong, and the pace of leading the way could not help slowing down. He had lived here with the sick Wei CI for three days. He had never seen the old monk at all. As soon as the other party came, he talked like he knew everything. It was simply abnormal!

But on second thought, Wei Ci was a monster. How could his friends be normal?

"Master, wait a minute. Go down and wake up Zixiao." When he reached the door, Zhang Ping nodded to the old monk, and then opened the door. Wei Ci was burning red and his lips chapped. Even if he closed his eyes, it was still hard to hide his haggard and morbid bottom of his eyes, "Zixiao? Wake up!"

"Why, why..."

Weici opened his eyes vaguely. His eyelids seemed to be filled with lead water. It was very hard to open them.

"A master, claiming to be your friend, came to see you."

When Zhang Ping said this, he felt strange. Although Wei Ci was seriously ill, he also understood that something was wrong.

Just about to speak, a shadow slowly lengthened and approached.

An old monk with a kind face came uninvited and gave him a Buddha salute. When Zhang Ping saw the figure, he suddenly turned around, threw himself aside, took off the weapons on the shelf and looked at the old monk fiercely.

The old monk didn't realize that he was startled. He sat directly at the table and said to Wei CI.

"My name is dust, Hejian people."

Hearing about Hejian County, Wei Ci's eyes lit up, indicating that Zhang Ping didn't have to be so careless.

"Master, forgive me. CI is too sick to get up and return the salute." Wei CI secretly bit the tip of his tongue, making him sober and hoarse. "Just now xiheng said that the master knew Ci, but Ci was not ill and confused, and he didn't remember when he met the master."

Monk liaochen smiled and looked fascinated. He swept around Weici's face and knew it clearly.

"Xiaoyou and I have never met, but I know someone. Xiaoyou should be no stranger."

Wei Ci's heart moved, and a person's taboo first appeared in his mind, which made him feel frustrated.

Now, he can't give up the man. He's stunned.

"Who does the master mean?"

"Hejian Liu Xi is the son of Liuzhou mu. Judging from her face, she should have a red fate with her little friend."

Weici's flushed face burned twice in an instant, even more embarrassed.

"Ci and the husband are both men... Well, when did the master rob Yuelao of his duty?"

Although Zhang Ping laid down his arms, he was still wary of the old monk's actions.

However, after listening to the conversation between the two, he felt that he seemed to know what great news?

Wei Ci and Liu Xi... Are both men

Zixiao has a penchant for splitting peaches and breaking sleeves?

The dust didn't answer the question, "little friend, go north, but in order to find Lang Jun Liu?"

Weici was silent.

Liaochen said again, "benefactor, you know that this serious illness is difficult to heal, not because the medicine stone is invalid, but because of the benefactor's heart knot?"

"Just tell me what the master wants to say."

Wei CI had no patience, because Liu Xi had become a knot he didn't want to touch.

If he had been more resolute in persuading her not to go to Beijing at that time, perhaps he would not have encountered an earthquake that should not have existed.

Dongqing is located in the north. There are only three earthquake records in a thousand years. His mind is not bad. Naturally, he remembers clearly.

In his previous life, Dongqing did not move!

Now it happened.

This made him have to think more about whether the earthquake was a warning from heaven that evil spirits were born in the world?

In this world, who can be regarded as an ominous evil except him who came back from the dead?

"Mr. Liu has nothing to do. Her life is very big. She's a little friend. If she continues like this, she'll die soon." Monk liaochen said bluntly, "God is the Lord of the real dragon. I'm lucky. Even demons and monsters can't get close to him."

When Wei CI heard this, he burst into a cold sweat. If he hadn't been ill and had no strength, he almost sat up.

"Master......" Wei CI looked into monk Chen's eyes with a cold and frightening killing intention.

The face is still that face, and the momentum of the whole body is no longer gentle, but with a threatening Yin Ze.

Liaochen and Shangdao said, "she's still alive. I didn't come here to find you. I just wanted to tell you. Young man, I'm really impetuous from generation to generation. I think Liu Zhongqing could still listen to me quietly..."

With that, he looked at Wei CI with a look of "you're sorry for the old man".

Weici was silent.

Well, he'll be quiet and shut up, you always go on.

"The earthquake broke out a while ago. As I expected, I'm afraid it's not a natural disaster but a man-made disaster."

Zhang Ping listened and said with a dumb smile, "master, this is sensational. Who can move mountains and seas and make such a big earthquake?"