The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

Xiaohong couldn't wait to pick up a piece of cake, put it in her mouth and chewed it, while eating she exclaimed: "Well, it's really delicious! My unhappiness just now has been dispelled by this delicious food." Her face was filled with a happy smile.

Looking at Xiaohong's appearance, Song Shuwen couldn't help laughing.

After a while, Ouyang Linlin frowned, her eyes full of doubt, and she crossed her arms over her chest to analyze: "Could it be that the king and the temple conspired to deliberately make the abbot be killed and deliberately leave us here?"

Xi Yu nodded slightly, his face serious, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "Maybe there is such a possibility, but don't judge it rashly."

Xiaohong suddenly blinked, a nonchalant smile appeared on her face, and she changed her words: "It doesn't matter if you stay, there's food and drink anyway."

Her words made everyone burst into laughter, and the laughter echoed in the air.

At night, a monk came hurriedly with his head lowered and his eyes humbled, holding food steadily in his hands.

Xi Yu's originally calm face suddenly fell, his brows were tightly twisted into a knot, and his eyes were full of anger.

He stood up with a bang, clenched his fists, and said loudly: "Although I am willing to cooperate with the investigation, it does not mean that I can stay without any bottom line! If the temple cannot investigate thoroughly, it means they are incompetent!"

He was thinking angrily in his heart: What is going on? Am I going to be trapped here forever?

When the people around heard Xi Yu's words, expressions of anxiety or anger appeared on their faces.

The monk who delivered the food put his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, lowered his eyes, and said apologetically: "Amitabha, my Buddhist name is Jiu Dazhi. I am sorry for causing you all injustice when encountering such a thing. If we can't find out anything tomorrow, I will let you go." After saying that, he was ready to turn around and leave.

Xi Yu took a quick step forward, blocked Jiu Dazhi's way, stared at him closely, and asked anxiously: "How did the abbot die?"

A hint of hesitation flashed across Jiu Dazhi's face, and his eyes were evasive, as if he was extremely reluctant to mention this matter.

Seeing this, Xi Yu's tone became more sincere, and his words were full of sincerity: "Master, I hope you can tell me, maybe our side can help find the real culprit and restore the temple's innocence."

At this moment, Xi Yu was thinking secretly in his heart: This monk is secretive, there must be something hidden. If I could know the truth, maybe I could get out of this predicament sooner.

Jiu Dazhi remained silent and just sighed softly.

Jiu Dazhi clasped his hands together and said solemnly, "The abbot was reciting the sutra when he suddenly fainted. Later, someone found him and said he was dead."

Xiao Hong curled her lips and said suspiciously, "He died on his own, why do you say he was murdered?"

Jiu Dazhi shook his head, his eyes firm, and said in a heavy tone: "The abbot is only in his early twenties, how could he die so easily? Someone must have killed him."

Hearing this, Xi Yu was stunned and full of surprise: "I thought the abbot was an old man."

He frowned, his eyes moving back and forth between Jiu Dazhi and Xiaohong, thinking about the strangeness of this.

Song Shuwen's eyes lit up, and he suddenly asked, "I want to see if the abbot can be saved?"

Upon hearing this, Jiu Dazhi looked at Song Shuwen with strange eyes, which were full of doubt and confusion.

Xi Yu quickly said: "He is a miracle doctor, maybe he can find a way."

Jiu Dazhi shook his head, his face still with that cold expression, and said: "So what? The abbot died on his own."

After saying that, he ignored everyone and turned around and walked away.

Song Shuwen looked at Jiu Dazhi's departing back and muttered to himself: How could this monk be so stubborn that he wouldn't even give me a chance to try?

Xi Yu frowned and thought to himself: Is there some unspeakable secret here? This monk refused so firmly, it is really suspicious.

Several people were locked in a small room, their eyes all fell on the only bed in the room, with embarrassed expressions on their faces.

Xi Yu was the first to break the silence. He straightened his chest and said calmly, "Ouyang Linlin and Xiaohong can sleep on the bed, and Song Shuwen and I can sleep on the floor."

Xiao Hong waved her hands quickly and said resolutely, "I'll sleep on the floor. The young lady and the prime minister can sleep on the bed."

There was stubbornness in her eyes, and she was thinking that she must not let the young lady suffer any injustice.

Song Shuwen scratched his head and smiled innocently: "Don't argue, just do as the Prime Minister says."

Just when everyone was in a stalemate, Xi Yu frowned and said in a firm tone: "Don't refuse anymore, it's settled." His eyes swept over everyone with unquestionable determination.

Ouyang Linlin bit her lip lightly, her eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you for your hard work."

Xiaohong no longer insisted and quietly began to tidy up the space on the floor.

Song Shuwen, on the other hand, looked nonchalant and said casually: "What's so hard about this? It doesn't matter where you sleep." Then he found a corner and sat down.

As the night deepened, the room became quiet. Everyone was thinking about tomorrow, wondering if they would be able to leave this place safely.

The next day, sunlight poured into the house through the narrow gaps in the windows.

Jiu Dazhi still walked slowly towards us with the food in his hand, his face showing no expression.

Xi Yu hurriedly went forward and asked anxiously, "Master, may we go out now?" His eyes were fixed on Jiu Dazhi, full of anticipation.

Jiu Dazhi put down the food, clasped his hands together and said, "After investigation, I found that the abbot died of poisoning, and he had been poisoned for a long time, so it should have nothing to do with the pilgrims. After you finish your vegetarian meal, you can leave."

His tone was calm, as if he was narrating a very ordinary matter.

Xi Yu frowned slightly when he heard this, thinking to himself: Poisoning? There is such a strange thing in this temple.

But there was still a trace of relief on his face, and he said, "Thank you, Master, for telling me."

Jiu Dazhi had just walked a few steps when he stopped again, turned around and looked at Song Shuwen, with a hint of inquiry and expectation in his eyes, and asked: "Yesterday you said you have medical skills, can you really tell the abbot's condition?"

Song Shuwen still had food in his mouth, his cheeks puffed up, and he replied incoherently: "Hasn't it been investigated clearly that the abbot was poisoned? What else do you want me to investigate?"

Jiu Dazhi moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it. He just shook his head gently, sighed, and prepared to leave again.

But Song Shuwen swallowed the food in his mouth, wiped his mouth and said: "I have encountered a situation before. Although someone looked dead, he was in a state of suspended animation. In the end, I brought him back to life."

Jiu Dazhi's originally dim eyes suddenly lit up with a hint of surprise. He turned around quickly, walked quickly to Song Shuwen, grabbed his arm tightly with both hands, and said excitedly: "Really? If it continues like this, the abbot may have such a situation. Why not go and take a look now."

Song Shuwen felt a little pain from being grabbed by Jiu Dazhi, so he struggled to free himself and said, "We can go and have a look, but the chances are slim."

There was a hint of hesitation and uncertainty on his face, and he was not quite sure about what to do.

Xi Yu nodded and said seriously, "In that case, the three of us will wait here."

Song Shuwen and Jiu Dazhi left in a hurry.

After they left, Xiaohong frowned and complained with dissatisfaction: "I could have left, why did you have to make trouble?" She sat on the edge of the bed angrily, shaking her feet.

Ouyang Linlin gently patted Xiaohong's shoulder and said softly, "Maybe the abbot is not dead. If Song Shuwen can make him better, it will be a great achievement."

There was a gleam of anticipation in her eyes, and she thought that perhaps this was a turning point.

Xiao Hong curled her lips and muttered, "I hope so. I hope I don't cause any more trouble."

Xi Yu slowly walked to the window, turned his back to everyone, and put his hands behind his back.

He looked into the distance through the gap in the window, his eyes became blurred and sad.

He couldn't help but think of Tuoba Yu again. The beautiful past came back like a tide, and every bit of it appeared in his mind very clearly. The laughter and joy they once had, the dependence they once had, now became memories that hurt his heart.

He wondered, "From now on, will we never be able to be together again?" His voice was low and hoarse, filled with endless pain and helplessness.

His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and every breath was accompanied by pain.

He suddenly sighed heavily, his face full of regret, and thought to himself: If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have said those words that day, even though it was an unintentional mistake.

Seeing that he looked worried and gloomy, Ouyang Linlin walked lightly to his side, with concern in her eyes, and asked carefully: "Do you miss Tuoba Yu?" Xi Yu nodded heavily, his eyes still staring blankly out the window, his heart as uncomfortable as if a huge stone was pressing on it.

Ouyang Linlin also lowered her head, with a guilty look on her face, and said softly: "This matter has something to do with me. Because you compared me with Tuoba Yu that day, now that I think about it, I feel that I am also deeply sinful."

Her brows were furrowed, her heart filled with self-blame and regret.

Xi Yu forced a bitter smile, looked at Ouyang Linlin and said comfortingly: "Why do you want to take the responsibility on yourself? This is all my fault."

There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but his heart was in a mess.

But Ouyang Linlin looked determined, her eyes full of stubbornness, and said, "No, I still feel guilty. I will confess in front of the Buddha until Tuoba Yu comes back, otherwise I am willing to kneel in front of the Buddha statue forever."

Her tone was firm, as if she had already made up her mind.

Xi Yu frowned, feeling touched and helpless, and said, "Why are you doing this?"

Ouyang Linlin raised her head, looked into the distance with a determined gaze, and prayed silently in her heart: May the Buddha bless Tuoba Yu to return soon.

Next, Tuoba Yu looked at Xi Yu and said sincerely: "Husband, please donate some money to this temple. I hope the temple will keep us. I am willing to repent in front of the Buddha."

After hearing this, Xi Yu suddenly shook his head, widened his eyes, and said anxiously: "You can donate money, but you are absolutely not allowed to repent! Ouyang Linlin, are you torturing yourself?" His face was full of worry and anger.

Ouyang Linlin shook her head slightly, looked at Xi Yu firmly, and said, "I don't have this idea. I am completely voluntary." Her expression was extremely serious, and there was no hesitation in her tone.

Xi Yu frowned, stared at Ouyang Linlin, and said, "No, I can't let you do this."

Xiao Hong also came forward, took Ouyang Linlin's hand, and advised anxiously: "Miss, there is no need for you to do this, as long as you are pious in your heart."

Her eyes were full of concern and worry.

Xiaohong couldn't help but blame Tuoba Yu in her heart, muttering to herself: Why is he so willful, making everyone lose their minds because of her.

But Ouyang Linlin looked determined, with a look of determination that would not be changed, and said, "I have made up my mind, otherwise I will go on a hunger strike."

Helpless, Xi Yu sighed and said helplessly: "Okay, I promise you." His face was full of helplessness and worry.

Xiao Hong stamped her feet anxiously and shouted, "Miss, why are you doing this?"

Ouyang Linlin immediately held Xiaohong's hand, her eyes gentle but firm, she said: "Xiaohong, perhaps others may think this is torture, but for me, being able to respect the Buddha is a joy."

Xiyu nodded slightly, with an understanding look on his face, and said, "Linlin has made up her mind, Xiaohong, don't say anything more."

Xiaohong's eyes were red, she bit her lip, and finally stopped talking, but her heart was full of worries and she didn't know where to put them.

Song Shuwen was brought to a meditation room by Jiu Dazhi. In the middle of the room there was a bed on which lay a young man, who was the abbot.

Many people opened their eyes wide with disbelief when they saw Jiu Dazhi leading a man from the Central Plains.

Someone couldn't help but ask: "What does this mean?"

Jiu Dazhi put his hands together and explained to everyone: "This donor is a miracle doctor."

But everyone still shook their heads and said unhappily: "The abbot is already dead, what's the use of the miracle doctor coming?"

Their faces were filled with suspicion and dissatisfaction, and their eyes were full of doubt when they looked at Song Shuwen.

Song Shuwen looked at everyone's suspicious eyes and calmly said, "There is a state of suspended animation. Perhaps the abbot is in this state. If not, I will just leave by myself. It won't cause any loss to you anyway."

After hearing what he said, everyone looked at each other and started whispering to each other.

After a while, someone said, "That seems to be the case."

Others nodded in agreement.

So Song Shuwen walked to the bedside and began to carefully examine the abbot's body. The other monks gathered around and talked in low voices.

"Is this okay?"

"What kind of abilities can a person from the Central Plains have?"

"Well, let's try it out."

After a while, Jiu Dazhi couldn't hold back any longer and asked nervously, "What's going on?"

He stared at Song Shuwen so hard that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Song Shuwen frowned and did not immediately answer Jiu Dazhi's words. Instead, he carefully checked the abbot's physical condition.

The monks around suddenly became quiet, all eyes were focused on Song Shuwen, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Jiu Dazhi was extremely anxious and asked again: "What happened? Tell me quickly!"

Song Shuwen then slowly raised his head and said solemnly: "The situation is not optimistic, but... it is not completely hopeless."

When Jiu Dazhi heard this, his heart jumped into his throat and he asked hurriedly, "What do you mean? Explain it to me!"

Song Shuwen took a deep breath and said, "The abbot's pulse is extremely weak. It does seem like he is faking his death, but further confirmation is needed."

Some people suddenly became very happy and said excitedly: "Great, the abbot can still be saved!" But some monks frowned and said doubtfully: "Is this a liar? How can it be such a coincidence!"

Jiu Dazhi's face darkened and he shouted, "Stop making noise!"

Then he looked at Song Shuwen and said, "Donor, please continue the inspection."

Song Shuwen nodded and focused his attention on the abbot again, carefully examining every detail.

Song Shuwen examined it with full concentration, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

Some of the monks around were pacing anxiously, while others clasped their hands together and prayed silently.

After a while, a young monk couldn't help but say, "Is this possible? Don't delay the abbot's burial!"

Jiu Dazhi glared at him fiercely and scolded: "Quiet!"

After a while, Song Shuwen pretended to inspect them while secretly looking at the monks.

His eyes quickly scanned the faces of each monk, and he thought to himself: If the abbot was poisoned, then perhaps it has something to do with the people around him.

He observed the monks' expressions and reactions calmly. Some monks looked anxious, as if they were genuinely worried about the abbot's safety; some monks looked nervous.

Song Shuwen frowned slightly, and the doubts in his heart grew bigger and bigger.

After a long while, Song Shuwen finally let go of his hand, stood up, let out a long sigh and said, "I think I have a solution. We can go and collect herbs. But don't bury the abbot yet. As long as I can collect herbs successfully, the abbot will definitely be able to come back to life."

There was a confident look on his face and he looked at everyone with a firm gaze.

Some monks still looked skeptical after hearing this. One of them curled his lips and said, "Will this work? Don't be fooling us."

Jiu Dazhi looked at Song Shuwen, then at the host lying on the bed, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Okay, let's do as you say."

Song Shuwen then said: "However, there may be dangers on the way to collect herbs. I want to send a few monks to follow me to protect me."

Jiu Dazhi nodded and said, "That's no problem, I'll make the arrangements."

Song Shuwen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he must get to the bottom of the matter.

In this case, he now went back to his room to say goodbye to his companions, and finally, he left here. (End of this chapter)