Red Mansion, Ningfu Scholarly Family

Chapter 313 The Old Immortal Treats Diseases

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"Let's go! Check it out now!"

Mu Feng couldn't wait to pull the servant to Nanwu Temple. Nothing in the world was more important than this matter.

"Young Master, are we just the two of us? It's not safe outside the city. Do you want to bring some guards?" the servant reminded nervously.

After all, the prince was assassinated not long ago and none of his men returned. He didn't want to go there and never come back.

Mu Feng paused when he heard this.

He really had to bring guards with him. He was very annoyed that the murderer hiding in the dark had not been found yet. Those idiots in the Ministry of Justice actually said that it was done by the White Lotus Sect.

Our Nan'an Palace has no grudges against the White Lotus Sect. How could the White Lotus Sect have so much free time as to make an elaborate plan to assassinate him?
It must be someone who has a grudge against the Nan'an Palace, or someone who has a grudge against him. Could it be... the boss of the Dongping Palace? That guy lost to him last time when he tried to snatch the little actor, and he has been brooding over it...

"Your Majesty."

Seeing that Mu Feng remained silent, the servant thought he was worried about the secret being leaked, so he thought of an idea and said, "We can say we went to the Nanwu Temple to pray for a child."

Mu Feng came back to his senses and nodded: "Okay."

Although it was a bit awkward for a man to go to Namo Temple to pray for a child, it was better than letting "that incident" get out.

Nanwu Temple is thirty miles south of the city. It is very popular and most of the people who come here are women praying for children. Mu Feng, his servant and his guards ran for half a day and finally arrived at the place.

"You guys wait here, I want to go in and pray for a child." Mu Feng straightened his clothes and said seriously.

"Yes!"

All the guards responded in unison.

"Where is the old monk?"

After entering the temple, Mu Feng asked quietly.

The servant hurriedly said, "My Lord, it is said that the old monk does not live in the temple, but on the Nanwu Mountain behind the temple."

"He is indeed a hidden master!" Mu Feng nodded secretly, and quickened his pace. Soon he arrived at the back mountain.

"Go and drive out all the people inside first, leaving only the old monk." Mu Feng took a black gauze hat from the servant and put it on his head.

The servant hurriedly said, "Don't worry, my lord. I understand."

Soon, the servant came out and whispered, "They have all been chased out. The old monk is waiting for you."

"By the way, you didn't expose my identity, did you?" Mu Feng asked with a frown.

"Don't worry, my lord. How could I reveal your identity? I said you are Zhen Baoyu from the Zhen family in Jinling." The servant said with a smile.

"very good."

Mu Feng looked up at the house and slowly stepped in.

Inside was a small hall, filled with the strong smell of elixirs and an indescribable smell that made people feel a little uncomfortable.

"Is it Master Zhen?"

Inside, a bald monk with a white beard and nine scars on his head asked with a smile.

"It's down."

Mu Feng didn't feel embarrassed at this time. After all, it was not his own name, so it was not embarrassing for himself.

"Old immortal, save me."

"Okay, okay, but I need to take a look at your physical condition first so that I can prescribe the right medicine. Is that convenient for you?"

"Convenient, of course convenient!"

After one stick of incense, the old monk looked solemn.

The prince was feeling uneasy.

"May I ask the old immortal if there is any cure?"

The old monk said: "Yes, it is, but..."

When Mu Feng heard that there was a cure, he was immediately delighted. This was the first miracle doctor who said he had a cure!

He is indeed a miracle doctor!
"Just what? Just tell me, old immortal. Our Nan...Zhen family has plenty of money!" Mu Feng said excitedly.

The old monk waved his hand and smiled: "It's not about money. What I mean is that it will take time to cure the prince's illness."

"how long?"

“It may take half a year or even a year for new ones to grow.”

"can!"

Mu Feng's eyes were almost filled with tears. As long as new ones could grow, it would take not only half a year but even ten years!
"Old Immortal, please heal me quickly. I will have someone send me a thousand gold coins later!"

The old monk was immediately delighted.

It is just as that nobleman said, after doing this, I can find a place to live out my retirement in peace and get a few concubines... Who the hell would still be a monk!
Don't be fooled by his big beard, he is still very young, just fifty years old, and when his hair grows out...

Although he was excited in his heart, the old monk managed to remain calm on the surface. He stroked his beard and smiled, "Amitabha, my flesh-growing and blood-activating pills would have been worth a fortune, but Master Zhen is the one who has a predestined relationship with me, so I'll give it to you."

As the old monk spoke, he took out a turquoise porcelain bottle from the inner room. Just by looking at the bottle, one could tell that the contents must be extremely valuable.

Mu Feng took it with trembling hands and bowed deeply: "Thank you, old immortal, for the elixir."

The old monk nodded with a smile: "Go ahead, just take it with warm water, and come back to get another one in a month. Do this for half a year, and you will hopefully be rejuvenated."

Mu Feng thanked him profusely and left the house. As soon as he got outside, his expression became serious.

Although the old monk's words were exaggerated, he was not a fool. He believed everything others said, especially about elixirs... What if it was poison?

After returning home, he called his trusted servant to his side, pointed at the emerald green porcelain bottle and said, "You, eat the elixir inside."

"what!?"

The servant was stunned for a moment: "My Lord, this is worth a fortune. It's for you..."

"Stop talking nonsense, just eat when I tell you to!" Mu Feng said in a cold voice.

"Yes Yes."

The servant had no choice but to swallow the pill with a sad face, thinking: This pill can grow that thing, now that he has eaten it, will it grow another one? What kind of monster would that be?
The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. Suddenly, I felt a bulge down there, as if something was about to break out of my body.

"How do you feel?" Mu Feng asked.

The servant covered his lower body and cried, "Oh no, my lord, I feel a little hot, and it seems like something is about to break out of my body."

Mu Feng was overjoyed: "Really? You didn't lie to me?"

The servant cried hurriedly, "My Lord, I have followed you for more than ten years, and when have I ever lied to you? My Lord, please save me, I am afraid that I will have another one, wuwu..."

Mu Feng was not surprised but happy when he heard the servant's words.

really!

The old immortal didn’t lie to me, it can really grow again!

"Wow, wow, wow..." The servant was still crying.

Mu Feng waved his hand: "Don't cry, it's not that easy to grow out. The old immortal said it would take at least half a year, how long has it been for you? At most, you just have some slight discomfort."

The servant stopped crying and nodded desperately: "Yes, yes, yes, I just feel a little uncomfortable, what should I do, my lord?"

Mu Feng said calmly: "Wait for two more days. If nothing happens, I will take you to see the old immortal."

"what……"

The servant had a bitter face and wondered if he would show up in two days.

His worries were obviously unnecessary, as two days passed in a flash.

Mu Feng has been watching his servant almost closely these past two days, and there is nothing wrong with him, except that the servant has been shouting that there is something pushing out from below.

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(End of this chapter)