C11 There Is Nothing to be Done

The Lan Ruo Temple in East Long was the North Sect of the Zen Sect and the North Sect of the North and South of the world.

At the pavilion in the temple, two people were drinking tea. It was Li Cheng and Yu Yang.

The case of Fallen City had been resolved, the murderer had gone to the grave, and Li Lang and the others had left the city, passing through Long Dong, and at Yu Yang's invitation, the two of them had arrived at the Lanruo Temple.

The Yu family lived in the eastern part of Liaoning Province, and Long Dong was located in the eastern part of Liaodong Temple. Therefore, Lanruo Temple had been in contact with the eastern part of Liaodong Yu family, and Yu Yang was the direct descendant of the Yu family, so he was not unfamiliar with Lanruo Temple.

Yesterday, the two of them had arrived at the foot of the Lanruo Mountain. Constable Zhao and Master Song had left first, and Monk Miao Feng had brought them up the mountain to stay at the temple.

When Yu Yang was young, he often followed his father to the Lanruo Temple. He was not a stranger, as the temple's second generation disciple, Monk Miaofeng's personality was very generous, it suits his taste. Miaofeng also liked the directness of his father's actions, so the two of them interacted extremely well.

Yesterday, when the two of them had just arrived at the temple, they had planned to pay a visit to the old abbot, Monk Du E. However, the old abbot had a relapse yesterday, making it inconvenient for them to see the guests, so they could only give up.

When he woke up this morning, Miao Feng came to tell Li Cheng and Yu Yang that the old abbot's condition had slightly improved and he could meet his guests. The two of them then sat down in the pavilion in the middle of the abbey, drinking tea and waiting for the old abbot's summons so that they could pay a visit.

Yu Yang took a sip of the green tea, smacked his lips and said: "The spring water on the mountain is the best, it can't be any better to use it to make tea, it's just that the tea is a little lacking. When you go to Liaodong, I'll give you my father's precious Da Hong Pao for you to drink, that'll be good."

Li Cheng smiled and said, "It is normal for coarse tea and light rice to be served in the temple, how can it compare to your Yu family's big business?"

Yu Yang curled his lips and said, "After you drink my dad's Da Hong Pao, you won't say that."

Li Cheng shook his head. "I have good tea, but I'm not being picky."

Yu Yang's voice was also boring.

The duo was in the midst of a conversation when they heard the sound of footsteps behind them.

Li Cheng turned his head and saw Monk Miao Feng striding towards them. His voice was still distant when he shouted, "Yu Yang, Lord Li, Martial Uncle has already finished packing. You can go to the meditation room."

Yu Yang glanced at him and reprimanded: "You are also the most senior monk in the temple. So many little bald men chase after you and call you martial uncle every day, but you are still so energetic and don't have the slightest bit of a high monk's demeanor. Also, why do you always wear this old set of clothes and it's so discolored?"

Miao Feng laughed out loud and said, "You little rascal, if I was as well-behaved as you, Brother Miao Yun, and wholeheartedly focused on my Dharma, I think you would say that I am inflexible and boring again. You are always reasonable.

Li Lang continued, "What Grandmaster Miao Feng says is reasonable. He looks miserable. As long as you have good thoughts and do good deeds, you will become a high monk."

Miao Feng clasped his hands together and said, "Lord Li is very wise."

Yu Yang saw the two of them praising each other and said with the corner of his mouth: "How about you become a big monk at the Lanruo Temple?"

Miao Feng smiled and said, "I'm afraid that Master Li will not stay in the Lanruo Temple."

Li Lang shook his head helplessly.

The three of them chatted and laughed for an entire incense stick of time before finally arriving near the abbot's meditation room.

Li Lang looked around curiously and said, "The Master's residence seems to be quite remote."

Miao Feng said, "Master Uncle always likes peace and quiet, so he doesn't like living with other monks. Fortunately, Junior Brother Miao Yun is always looking after him, so we aren't afraid of any mistakes."

Li Lang nodded and said, "So that's how it is."

He had already reached the door as he spoke. Miao Feng lightly knocked on the door and lightly said: "Martial Uncle, Lord Li and Yu Yang have arrived."

The old host's old voice came out from the room, "Please come in, honorable guests."

Miao Feng pushed open the door, Li Cheng and Yu Yang entered the meditation room.

The old Zen Master was sitting cross-legged on the bed. His face was kind and kind, but it was slightly pale. His eyebrows were furrowed unnaturally, as if he was enduring the pain. A young monk was standing beside him with his hands clasped together, lowering his head.

When the old Zen Master saw the two enter, he opened his eyes and smiled: "Sir Li is the guest of Lanruo, this old monk should have received you yesterday, but your body was not up to the task, I have been very slow."

Li Lang said hurriedly.

The old Zen Master then looked at Yu Yang and said: "Second Young Master Yu, a few days ago your father had just come to the Lanruo Temple. We were still talking about you, but I didn't expect to see you so soon."

Yu Yang restrained his usual frivolousness and said respectfully: "I will trouble master to take care of this child. Master should take good care of his health."

The old Zen Master smiled and said, "I've been sick from the cold for the past few years, and my joints have swelled and deformed. I've been under your father's care for these past few years, and I feel much better now, but I've suddenly had a headache in the past six months. Your father is powerless, so he can only endure and endure."

Then he continued, "Recently, it has been a three-yearly Zen gathering. The temple is very lively, and several high monks have come from Zhu Qing Temple of the South. Since you two have arrived at the temple, you might as well stay here for a few more days, for fear that your discussion might be boring."

Li Cheng said, "Zen Master, you worry too much. I will not be polite."

The old Zen Master smiled and nodded.

Seeing that the old Zen master was ill and was trying to talk, Li Cheng bowed and said, "Master is not well, I will not stay for long. I will leave first, and do not disturb the master's rest."

The old Zen Master had already been enduring the pain, and upon hearing Li Zheng's words, he did not force him to stay. The young monk bowed slightly apologetically and brought them out of the Zen Room.

As the two left the meditation room, Miao Feng went to discuss the law too. On the way, Li Cheng saw Yu Yang frowning and asked: "What's wrong? The old Zen master is very sick? "

Yu Yang said: "Just looking at the appearance, although the old Zen Master's face is pale, he is not really an ill person. It's just that he has been enduring pain while talking to us. A headache like this can't be underestimated, I also have no way of making a conclusion."

After thinking for a moment, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, since my father is at his wit's end, I don't think I can come up with a better idea."

Li Lang was an outsider to the illness, so there was nothing he could do. The two chatted as they walked back to the room.

Early the next morning, Li Zheng was awakened by a loud noise.

He put on his clothes and walked out of the room, just in time to see Yu Yang, who was sleeping sleepily next door.

They were sleeping in a guest room in the temple, and the noise was coming from the direction of the meditation room next door.

The two of them looked at each other, then walked out of the Zen Courtyard.

Just as Yu Yang left, he was bumped by a young monk who hurriedly said, "You are guilty." Yu Yang indicated to him that there was no harm in going, and asked: "Where are you going in such a hurry? Why is the temple so noisy so early in the morning? "

The young monk hesitated for a moment before saying, "I heard from the seniors of the Xi Chan Courtyard that Miaoyun's Martial Uncle Xi has gone. I was just about to head over …"

Yu Yang was shocked. He and Li Qu looked at each other and hurriedly asked the young monk to lead the way to the west side of the Zen Courtyard.

Yesterday, when they went to pay their respects to Zen Master Shuiyue, they saw that she was fine. How could she die so quickly in just a single night?