Concubine Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss of the Prime Minister's House

Chapter 52 The Taoist monk, please come and practice the law

Putting her aunt in her room, Murong Jingxue kept walking back and forth with her hands behind her back. The lady's smiling face kept echoing in Murong Jingxue's mind. Her intuition told her that this matter was not so serious. Simple.

From the whole thing about her grandmother's illness, there was nothing wrong with it on the surface, but there seemed to be something in it that she was missing. What was it?

If she can't figure it out before Da Furen invites eminent monks, she will be in danger at that time.

Thinking of this, Murong Jingxue became even more anxious, and kept beating her head, wondering what she had neglected, just when Murong Jingxue was puzzled, the aunt lying on the bed suddenly Sitting up straight, he shouted loudly, "Mother, mother."

"Auntie." Murong Jingxue sat down, "Don't get excited, tell me first, why did grandma get sick suddenly?"

"I don't know either." Yang cried, "This morning when I came to wash my face and entered my mother's room, my mother told me that she was not feeling well, very uncomfortable, and then passed out. .”

"Then you helped grandma sleep last night?" Murong Jingxue paused and asked again.

"No." Yang shook her head, "Last night, my mother said that she still missed the meeting and asked me to go to bed first. I fell asleep soon after I returned to the room. I don't know when my mother fell asleep. Know."

"Then did you hear anything?"

Yang thought for a moment, then shook her head, "No, I didn't hear anything."

Seeing Murong Jingxue's expression of disappointment, Yang asked with concern, "Jing'er, what's the matter?"

Murong Jingxue pursed her lips and forced a smile, "I'm fine, Auntie."

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, but Murong Jingxue didn't find anything unusual. It seemed that everything was so natural. Was it because they arranged it too carefully, or was she too careful?

The eminent monk invited by Da Furen soon arrived. He was about 50 years old, with a short body, a chubby face, a red-brown shiny forehead, two curved eyebrows, and a pair of slender eyes.

Followed by two handsome men about thirteen or fourteen years old, they should be his apprentices.

"Mage." The lady said respectfully.

"Female benefactor, is there any sick person in the house?" The short mage mage said seriously, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand like Mrs. Murong's, but the one in the mage's hand was much longer than the one in the old lady's hand.

Da Furen was very surprised and said, "Master, you are really a master."

"When I first entered the Prime Minister's Mansion, I felt an evil spirit. I think it was caused by a little ghost, and most of the patients in the mansion are related to this little ghost." The eminent monk said firmly, turning the Buddhist beads in his hand.

When the eldest lady and the two aunts beside her heard this, their faces turned pale with fright, and they hurriedly said, "Then what should we do?"

"Master, is there a solution?" Murong Yixue on the side stepped forward and asked anxiously.

"Now quickly take me to the courtyard where the sick people live. I want to open the altar." The mage clasped his hands and said solemnly.

"Yes, yes, mage, please follow me." The lady made a gesture of invitation, the mage nodded slightly, and walked forward.

Soon a group of people disappeared before Murong Jingxue's eyes. Murong Jingxue frowned slightly, stroked her clean chin, and smiled charmingly. She wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of this accomplished monk?

(End of this chapter)