Chapter 16 The Soul of Another World
When Lu Chengjing woke up, the person who took away half of his straw mat had left. The thin quilt was covered on him, and it was tightly tucked in. It was airtight, but it was still there. A touch of warmth.
There was a familiar white porcelain vase beside his head. He reached out to take it and looked at it, becoming trance-like.
Shang Wan, who had just arrived at the hospital, rubbed his hot ears. Who was talking about her?
"You're back." Geng Hao stood up from the hospital bed with two huge dark circles under his eyes.
He debated for a whole night whether to escape or not. Thinking of Shang Wan's words before leaving and her ability to run as fast as flying, he finally decided not to run and honestly took out ten taels of silver to pay for the medicine.
At this moment, he was a little happy to see Shang Wan back.
Shang Wan was ready to arrest him, but she didn't expect Geng Hao to be so honest. She just mentioned the tracking gadget casually, but she didn't expect him to really believe it.
She walked closer and looked at Niu Baoqing, "Why isn't he awake yet?"
Geng Hao said: "I woke up half an hour ago. I heard that his mother and brother were dead, so I passed out again."
Shang Wan was helpless, "Can't you tell him later? At least ask who the murderer is first."
Geng Hao: "No need to ask, he woke up and shouted to Yang Rang to kill him."
"I bought steamed stuffed buns with soy milk and fried dough sticks. Let's have breakfast first." Shang Wan invited him to eat next to him. "There are more government officials patrolling the city. They will be discovered sooner or later if they stay in the hospital. I will get the medicine in a while. You two can hide somewhere else." ”
Geng Hao took a bite of the vegetable bun and said vaguely: "Where are you hiding?"
"Tian Mansion."
"Ahem..." Geng Hao coughed and stared at Shang Wan with wide eyes, "Where are you talking about?"
Shang Wan's expression remained as usual, "There is an abandoned courtyard in Tian Mansion, not far from the west corner gate. No one usually goes there. It's the best place to hide people."
She lay on the roof and saw it yesterday. The yard was in a corner, in a remote location, overgrown with weeds, and seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. It would be no problem to store food for two days.
Geng Hao was not a brainless person. He thought about it for a while and felt that hiding it in Tian's house was a good idea.
It's dark under the lights, Tian Sheng wouldn't suddenly ask people to search his home, would he?
After the two had breakfast, Niu Baoqing, who was still unconscious on Geng Hao's back, was led by Shang Wan and hid in the abandoned courtyard of Tian Mansion.
Shang Wan helped clear up the bed and let Niu Baoqing lie down. While Geng Hao turned his back to put the dry food, he dropped two drops of spiritual spring water into Niu Baoqing's mouth, then pulled off his belt, unfolded it, and tied his mouth tightly. Really, in case he wakes up and screams randomly to attract the servants of the Tian family.
Geng Hao felt that it was not enough, so he pulled down the curtain, and his face was covered with accumulated dust. He vomited out, took the curtain over, tied Niu Baoqing's limbs to the bedpost, and tied them in a tight knot.
"Lest this kid's wounds burst open when he gets excited."
Shang Wan raised his eyebrows. He was quite good at making excuses. He was just worried that people would run away.
"Keep an eye on him. When he wakes up, ask him if there is any poison left in the wine. I'll go out."
Geng Hao raised his head: "You don't wait for him to wake up?"
"It's a bit urgent." Shang Wan waved his hand, "You hide and don't come out. I'll be back in a moment."
After she finished speaking, she disappeared in a flash without waiting for Geng Hao to speak.
Geng Hao whispered: "You are not afraid that I will run away."
"Would you like to give it a try?" Shang Wan suddenly left and returned, holding a big teapot in his hand.
Geng Hao was excited and quickly explained, "Don't dare, I just said that casually, didn't I run away last night?"
Shang Wan gave him a cold look and handed the big teapot over, "It's okay to light a small fire in the house during the day. Don't make it too smokey. There is a well in the yard. After you finish drinking, burn it yourself."
"Okay." Geng Hao took the big teapot, feeling inexplicably moved in his heart. Shang Wan really left this time and went straight to Qingchi Temple on Tianlu Mountain outside the North City Gate.
Qingchi Temple is a century-old temple that occupies almost the entire hilltop. Its incense is so strong that the top of Tianlu Mountain is shrouded in green smoke all year round, giving it a sense of sight as a fairy mountain.
Shang Wan was hit by the rich aroma and couldn't help sneezing hard.
She rubbed her nose, jumped down from the treetop, and landed next to a small pool. There were three stone turtles standing on the edge of the pool, which were somewhat similar to the one Shang Wanshun returned home.
Just as she was about to find a monk and ask where Master Kong was, she saw a little monk with a round head running towards her, panting on his short legs.
The young monk asked without even taking a breath: "The female... female donor... is her surname Shang?"
Shang Wan nodded.
Seeing that he had found the wrong person, the young monk immediately smiled and said, "Uncle Master has been waiting for the donor Shang for a long time. Please ask the donor Shang to come with me."
Shang Wan stood still and said, "Little monk, I have asked Master Kong for something urgent. Where is he now?"
The young monk raised his head and looked at her, "Master's uncle's dharma title is empty."
Shang Wan was slightly surprised. How did Master Liao Kong know that she would come?
She smiled and asked the little monk to lead the way.
The young monk led Shang Wan to the back mountain and did not stop until he reached the cliff.
There are clouds and mist in the mountains. On the edge of the cliff, a green pine umbrella has a cap-like cap. There is a stone table below, with a pot and two lamps placed on the stone table.
Sitting next to the stone table was a bald monk wearing a jade-colored cassock. The monk's back was turned to the two of them, and his appearance could not be seen.
The young monk stepped forward and said, "Uncle Master, the donor is here."
Liao Kong turned around and asked the young monk to step aside first, then nodded to Shang Wan and pointed to the opposite side of the stone table, "The rough tea from the mountains, please give me a taste."
Shang Wan walked over and sat down, holding a cup of tea. His eyes fell on the young and clear face outside the space, and he thought to himself: Are even monks so evil in this world?
This master looks to be in his early twenties, and does not match the title of "Uncle Master" in the young monk's mouth at all.
Shang Wan drank half a bowl of tea, but tasted nothing except the smell of tea. Thinking about asking someone for help, she still said: "It tastes good."
"The donor has a lot of wisdom." Liao Kong curled his lips and smiled, his brows filled with compassion.
Shang Wan: Can you tell from just two words that she has intelligence? Why didn't she know that she had wisdom?
She put the purple bamboo flute on the stone table and said straight to the point: "Lu Chengjing helped others take the blame and went to jail. Let me ask the master for help."
"With this noble donor, Donor Lu, I will be able to turn disaster into good."
Liao Kong picked up the purple bamboo flute, looked at it for a moment, then brought it to his lips and started playing. The sound of the clear flute echoes in the mountains, like a faint fairy sound.
A flute tune by Master Lokong is hard to come by, but Shang Wan doesn't know the stuff.
She didn't understand why the monk opposite suddenly started playing the flute. Although it sounded nice, could she not play the flute when we were talking about business?
She knocked on the stone table and said, "Master, I don't object to you doing art, but time is urgent. Can we talk about business first?"
The melodious flute sound stopped suddenly. Master Liao Kong put down the purple bamboo flute and looked at her deeply.
"Shang Donor is a soul from another world, but he has no reaction to the poor monk's requiem. It's really interesting."
(End of chapter)