Chapter 80： Sickness of love (1/2)
In the prime minister's office, the prime minister was unaware of the fact that he was being drugged because of his busy business. The situation was urgent, but he suddenly vomited blood, which shocked Bai Yi and others, after he invited the doctor.
”Master Xiang Xiang came down to be fragrant. Listening to it is not a big deal, but this fragrant incense, a little red crane crown is added to the potion, and they impact each other. Master Xiang ...... is very dangerous.” Looked sadly at the unconscious husband, he shook his head.
”Is there any cure?” Bai Yan said anxiously, watching Dad's pale face.
”There is a fairy grass in the Shangling Temple, which should be saved, but the Lord Prime Minister can last up to seven days.” He thought carefully and looked at Baiji hopefully. Could it be ””
”Then, I hope the doctor can delay for a while, I will definitely return with that fairy grass.”
There is only one way, so be it, wait for me to return.
”Here are the drawings. I heard that it is not safe over there. The girl thinks of herself.” He handed the drawings in the medicine chest to Bai Ao. After thanking her, she looked at his wife.
”Auntie, take good care of your father, your daughter will go back when she goes.”
Within the capital, everything was sinking. After Bai Ye settled things, he changed into a man's clothing, and went to Shangling Temple with cold wind and blue screen.
The three men are very mighty, and there are many shops on both sides of the streets passing by. The dusk of the sunset is lightly sprinkled on the red bricks and green tiles or the bright-eyed roof cornices, giving this flourishing Luoyang city The evening scene adds a bit of hazyness and poetry.
They rushed to the Temple of the Gods near Tianming overnight, and saw the dilapidated house that seemed to stand for centuries under the towering Junshan Mountain.
Entering the temple gate, crossing the threshold, there is a statue of Shakyamuni in front, which looks unsightly, and there are several monks next to them who are meditating while meditating.
There are also six characters on the wall of the Shangling Temple, ”South without Amitabha Buddha.” Over time, the wooden stakes of these buildings have peeled off and they are very worn.
”Dare to ask, where is the fairy grass?” Bai Yan looked at the blue screen and said to the monk, but no one responded. The monk was silent.
Suddenly, the bells of the temple fell into Leihong's ears. After a while, it seemed that the ears seemed to reverberate the ”Dang, Dang” bells.
Looking up at the temple roof is dazzling. The Buddha ’s raised faces are like countless stars in the summer night sky. They have different looks, various poses, some infiltration, and a little terror.
Suddenly the cold wind heard some footsteps, walked out of the temple and caught a young monk, threatening by pulling his neck: ”Where is the fairy grass! Come on!”
”I don't know, ... who are you then ...?” Said the little monk, wincing and looking at the pedestrian.
”Take us to your abbot here.” Bai Yan asked Leng Feng to put him down, and then looked at him with a smile, his curved eyebrows were very beautiful.
He nodded and took them along the rugged road, also talking about the origin of this temple. It turned out to be a very gorgeous and popular temple, but after a troubled time, it also experienced a large wave of sand and sand, and now it is disabled A nucleus is very sad.