Peerless Famous Doctor: The Female CEO's Personal Physician

Deep in the snow mountain, Leicheng.

The climate here is quite different from the outside world. There is snow all year round, and the people in the city wear cotton-padded clothes all the year round, and there are hardly any cool clothes.

But this kind of situation will not appear in the City Lord's Mansion.

In this huge mansion with an area of ​​nearly [-] square meters, except for the courtyard, under the wooden floor of each hall, there are earth dragons that consume countless charcoal and wood.

The withered and yellow leaves of the Leicheng tree outside the mansion, even if there is a breeze blowing on the face, there is a coldness that cannot be concealed by the clothes.But inside the mansion, it is warm and the seasons are like spring.

Three days passed in a flash.Li Yuewen stayed in the mansion for three days and did not receive any wronged hospitality. On the contrary, she lived a very comfortable life.

Some people come to eat, and most of the food is barbecue. I think it is because it is close to Inner Mongolia.

The accommodation is arranged in a quaint boudoir, less than twenty square meters, with a dressing table, a small sandalwood bed, bedding and pillows are all needlework, and even the curtains seem to be selected from the finest fabrics. Get up comfortably tight.

Every morning, a little maid in a long satin dress brought a basin of clean water to wash her up.At night, a basin of warm water was also brought, and while she was washing her feet, the little maid went to make the bed and spread the quilt.

Except for that thin little maid who doesn't like to talk, except that the room is so quiet that it makes people uncomfortable, and that there are almost no other people coming in this small courtyard, apart from these, Li Yuewen can't find anything that she is not satisfied with.

Li Yuewen originally had a plain temperament, in other words, she was dull, like that little maid, she didn't like to talk, and she liked to find a corner to read by herself.

But there were no books here, not even pen, ink and paper, so she inevitably felt a little empty in her heart.

When I got up this morning, the little maid brought clean water again and waited for her to finish washing. The little maid, who had spoken no more than ten words in three days, suddenly took the initiative to say: "Miss Li, someone will come over later and will take you away." .”

Li Yuewen asked in surprise, "Where do you take me?"

"One Zen Temple."

"What's that? A temple?"

"Well, it's a big temple."

……

There is only one temple in Leicheng, named Yichan Temple.

The presiding monk Jueyuan, whose age is unknown, is said to have changed three generations of bean curd sellers at the gate of the temple. Monk Jueyuan is still the same monk Jueyuan, still walking tremblingly with a staff, and goes out every morning to serve a Wan Douhua, take a fried dough stick.

It is said that Monk Jueyuan practiced only one Chan, called Jing Chan, which is a kind of Secular Chan.

In the temple, in the firewood room.

A handsome young monk was chopping firewood. He was wearing only a thin cloth with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. body.

The monk wiped the sweat off his face, smiling.

Finally, after chopping half of the dry firewood in the room, he picked up the neatly stacked moon-white cassock from the wooden bench in the corner with a concentrated expression, put it on his body, hung the rosary, and walked out of the firewood room.

In the snow at the door of the firewood house, an old monk sat with a ruddy and plump face.

The young monk was stunned for a moment, then hurried over, and blamed him, "Abbot, why are you here again?"

"Amitabha, I swore an oath in front of the Buddha, Xuanxin, if you don't practice Zen for a day, I will sit and wait for you for a day."

"Abbot, stop making trouble, you didn't come yesterday." The monk named Xuan Xin grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"Yesterday, the old monk sleepwalked in Xiaoxitian, discussing Zen with Bodhisattva and Arhat. A dream is like a day."

"Abbot, monks don't tell lies. I heard from my little uncle yesterday that you went out the night before yesterday and went to the winery of Mrs. Wang's family in the city. Then Mrs. Wang yelled in the street yesterday, saying that she lost it. The top two pots of Daughter Hong are the ones from God, she prepared them for her six-year-old daughter..."

The old abbot blushed, closed his eyes, and changed the subject: "Xuan Xin, when are you going to practice Zen?"

Xuan Xin clasped his palms together and said the Buddha's name, "Abbot, I haven't made up my mind yet."

"There are hundreds of meditation methods in the Sutra Pavilion, but there is no one you like?"

"Practice Zen, not that I like it."

The abbot sighed.

Xuan Xin touched his bald head, wondering whether his remarks had offended the other party, and said softly: "Abbot, you said before that the reason why the One Chan Temple is called the One Chan Temple, not the Three Chan and Four Chan Temples, is because you think , the Dharma is boundless, just like the vast stars, Buddhist disciples, it is enough to practice Zen once in a lifetime. Disciples are naturally stupid, so of course they must choose carefully, so as not to fail the Buddha and the heart."

The old abbot opened his eyes, sighed again, stopped speaking, stood up, patted the broken snow on his legs, raised his staff, and was about to go to the lecture hall, when he suddenly seemed to think of something, turned around and said: "That I'm here for you, little girl, and I will live in your firewood house from now on."

Xuan Xin's bald head turned red in a hurry, "No, no, she's coming here, where do I live?"

"People are what you want, you arrange them yourself."

The old abbot was probably annoyed at the other party's words just now, left behind a half-hearted sentence, and walked away.

……

Li Yuewen was led into the small firewood room, and the servant with an indifferent expression said "This is it", and then turned away.

The firewood room is full of dry firewood, and there is a dilapidated small wooden bed in the corner.

Although it looked dilapidated, after walking in, Li Yuewen found that the wooden bed was very clean on the outside, and there was not a speck of dust on the bed board. The reason why it looked dilapidated was because the wood had aged over time.

Dengdengdeng.

Someone knocked on the door.

A bald head poked in and asked anxiously, "That...Miss Li, can I come in?"

This was originally his home, but now he wants to ask someone else for instructions.

The bald head is Xuanxin.

Li Yuewen tapped her chin lightly.

The young monk walked to the bed with a clean quilt in his arms, put it down lightly, folded his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Miss Li, you will live here from now on. If you need anything, just call and I will help you." Nearby. The three meals a day may be a little light, but the food should be delicious, mainly vegetarian... I prepared a winter coat for you. This place is no different from the city lord's mansion. There is no earth dragon for heating, so you have to wear it, girl Make it thicker, so as not to get sick and collapse... Oh, let me introduce myself, my name is Li Xuanxin, and speaking of it, we are also considered members of the same family."

He babbled.

……

Li Yuewen knew this young monk.

Three days ago, it was the other party who treated her, and she was also the first person she saw after waking up in this Thunder City.

When I saw the other party, I remembered what happened a few days ago.

That day, she was brought into the hall by the little monk, and saw two wisteria wooden chairs in the middle of the hall full of simplicity, and two people were sitting on the chairs.

One of them was Jin Xueyi who rescued him in that small courtyard.