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Chapter 238 The Poor Monk’s Dharma Name Huineng
  The door was opened and a monk was seen standing at the door.

The monk looked very old, and was pure white from his eyebrows to his beard.

The beard is still very long.

He appeared at the door and looked at Nan Suhe, with a sense of detachment in his eyes.

"Donor, you're awake."

Nan Suhe looked at the monk warily: "Who are you? Why am I here?"

The monk kept turning the beads in his hand, his expression calm:
  "The poor monk's name is Huineng, and he is the abbot of Ciguang Temple."

"The benefactor fainted in the temple and was seen by another benefactor, who then asked the poor monk to come and have a look."

"The mask was taken off by the poor monk. The donor was feverish and had difficulty breathing. He could not keep wearing the mask. The poor monk would be rude."

"But the donor can rest assured."

"To this poor monk, you are just a pilgrim and a patient, no more than anyone else."

"Taking off the mask is just a stopgap measure."

"The poor monk didn't say much, and the pilgrim who saved the donor didn't see him."

Hearing this, Nan Suhe couldn't help but curl up his lips:

"Abbott, have you experienced anything before that makes you so cautious?"

"I haven't said anything yet."

Abbot Huineng also smiled when he heard this, and then said with a smile: "Let the donor laugh. There are only a few people here. I don't want to cause trouble, but I have to save him."

"Since Abbot Huineng took off his mask and saved me, he must have seen that I am not a man."

As Nan Suhe said this, he got out of bed and tidied up his appearance:

"But Abbot, don't be nervous, it doesn't matter if you know."

After Nan Suhe finished sorting, he looked at Abbot Huineng: "Speaking of it, I also have a strange feeling."

"If it were anyone else, I might have been alert and defensive."

"But here, it gives me a very comfortable feeling."

"To be honest with what the abbot said," Nan Suhe looked at Abbot Huineng, "The abbot himself also gave me a feeling of déjà vu."

"I wonder if the abbot and I have met somewhere before?"

Listening to Nan Suhe's words, Abbot Huineng just touched his beard and smiled incomprehensibly:
  "When everything meets, it is fate that leads to it."

"It is fate that the donor and the pilgrim who saved you meet today; it is also fate that you meet the poor monk today."

"The origin and destruction of origin is probably the reason for deja vu."

Nan Suhe heard that Abbot Huineng didn't want to say more, so he didn't force it. He just asked:

"I don't know who saved me, but I want to thank him in person."

"Abbot, Abbot! Someone is looking for someone outside, it seems they are looking for the fainted donor!"

At this moment, a childish voice sounded at the door.

Nan Suhe looked around and saw a young monk about seven or eight years old appearing at the door, delivering a message to the abbot.

Nan Suhe thought about it and guessed it was Chunping.

It should have been a while since I came in until I fainted.

He must have been worried about something, so he rushed in to check.

"Tell the donor that the young master is fine and ask the donor to wait a moment and come right away." Abbot Huineng said.

The little monk nodded and left with small steps.

"The donor wants to see the person who saved you, please come with the poor monk." With that, Abbot Huineng walked towards the door.

Nan Suhe followed closely.

Abbot Huineng took Nan Suhe and walked towards a side room.

At the door, Abbot Huineng stopped and said: "Mother Sun, please inform Mrs. Zhou that the young master you just discovered is awake. I want to come and thank the old lady. Can I meet him?"

Looking at Abbot Huineng's words and deeds, Nan Suhe guessed that the identity of "Mrs. Zhou" here must be not simple. Immediately, the door of the wing was opened, and a nun came out. She clasped her hands towards Abbot Huineng and said, "Come in."

Abbot Huineng signaled to Nan Suhe, and he followed her into Mrs. Zhou's wing.

As soon as I walked in, I smelled a faint scent of sandalwood.

Everything here is extremely simple, yet comfortable.

There were some refreshments on the table, and an old man was kneeling in front of a statue of Bodhisattva, holding Buddhist beads.

"Old madam, the young master just now is here." Grandma Sun said.

After Mrs. Zhou finished burning incense, she turned around and looked toward the door.

This week, the old lady looks like she is in her sixties or seventies. She is a little fat and her hair is gray, but she looks kind, elegant and graceful.

only--

If you look carefully, Mrs. Zhou seems to have some physical problems.

She looked slightly malnourished.

But that's not the point. The point is that Mrs. Zhou's face looks yellow, as if she has jaundice.

You know, jaundice is now common in newborns.

If such an old man has jaundice, it is very likely that there is something wrong with his body.

However, it was their first meeting, and it was only a quick glance, and when he saw that this old lady had an extraordinary family background and expected to have many famous doctors, Nan Suhe didn't say much.

Seeing Nan Suhe appear, Mrs. Zhou instantly raised a kind smile, smiled and waved towards Nan Suhe:
  "Child, come here."

Nan Suhe walked towards Mrs. Zhou, and Mrs. Zhou directly held Nan Suhe's hand.

Nan Suhe didn't really like to be touched by others, but this old man seemed too kind and kind to others, and there was a kindness in her eyes.

Nan Suhe really couldn't bear to refuse.

Mrs. Zhou enthusiastically pulled Nan Suhe to sit at the table, looked at her and said:
  "Child, don't blame me for being abrupt!"

"Although you are a young master, you and my granddaughter are really alike!"

"She is also so thin and as tall as you!"

"By the way, she always likes to dress up as a boy! Pretend to be a boy!"

"Then wear a mask and go out to play! She also has your clothes and mask! They are exactly the same!"

"It's just..." After saying this, the corners of Mrs. Zhou's eyes instantly became moist, "It's just that she is gone because of an accident..."

"Our family is very small, and we only have one daughter."

"But it's also like a white-haired person sending a black-haired person to you!"

"I just saw you appearing in the temple from a distance, old man, old man..."

At this point, Mrs. Zhou was so choked that she couldn't make a sound, and actually cried "woo woo woo".

Seeing this, Grandma Sun quickly stepped forward to support Mrs. Zhou, and then explained to Nan Suhe:
  "Master, don't be surprised! It was the old lady who saw you and thought of her granddaughter who has been dead for many years!"

Nan Suhe nodded.

Mrs. Zhou choked for a moment, then finally raised her head and held Nan Suhe's hand with both hands: "I was scared when I saw you fainted just now."

"I had no choice but to call Master Huineng. He has good medical skills. Fortunately, you woke up..."

"Are you okay now?"

When Nan Suhe heard this, he stood up and bowed deeply to Mrs. Zhou:
  "Thank you, Madam Zhou, for saving me! It's all right now!"

Mrs. Zhou took a deep breath, smiled and nodded: "That's good, that's good!"

"By the way, young master, if you don't mind, can we have some vegetarian food together today? Just treat it as——"

"Ouch!"

Mrs. Zhou was talking when she suddenly felt an extreme pain in her abdomen!

Instantly, he broke out in a cold sweat, and his body leaned forward and fell down!

(End of this chapter)