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

The next day, when the first rays of morning sun shone on the temple courtyard, Song Shuwen and several monks returned, exhausted, carrying baskets full of medicine.

Song Shuwen's forehead was covered with sweat, and his clothes were also soaked with sweat, but his eyes revealed a hint of relief after completing the task.

Then, without even wiping the sweat off his face, Song Shuwen hurriedly found the temple manager and asked for a room so that he could boil some medicine.

The steward quickly arranged a quiet room for us.

Song Shuwen had just walked into the room and was about to light a fire to boil medicine when he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a pair of eyes peeking at him from the door.

He frowned, a trace of annoyance appeared on his face, and he thought to himself: "I'm just boiling some medicine, I won't do anything bad, what on earth do they mean by peeking at me like this?"

Thinking of this, Song Shuwen stood up suddenly and opened the door.

I saw a little monk standing at the door. He was frightened by this sudden action and his body trembled, his eyes full of panic.

"Young master, what are you doing peeking here?" Song Shuwen asked with an unhappy face.

The little monk stammered, "I...I...I'm just curious and want to come and take a look."

Song Shuwen took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said, "I am just boiling medicine to save people, there is nothing else, please stop snooping like this."

After saying that, Song Shuwen slammed the door shut and continued to boil the medicine, but he still felt a little indignant in his heart.

At dusk, the light in the temple gradually dimmed.

The young monk hurried to Jiu Dazhi's meditation room, with a little nervousness and uneasiness on his face.

The young monk knocked on the door gently, and after getting a response, he walked in carefully.

Jiu Dazhi was sitting cross-legged on a cushion with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was in deep thought.

"Master, I was ordered by you to monitor that old man, but...something went wrong." The little monk lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly, and his hands kept rubbing the corners of his clothes.

Jiu Dazhi slowly opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the little monk, "What's going on?" His voice was low and majestic.

The young monk raised his head and said timidly, "When I was spying in secret, the old man found out. He was very angry and unhappy."

After saying this, the little monk quickly lowered his head, as if waiting for Jiu Dazhi's rebuke.

Jiu Dazhi was silent for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Forget it, stop monitoring. This matter ends here."

The young monk felt relieved and quickly responded, "Yes, Master." Then he left the room, and peace returned to the meditation room.

Last night, Xi Yu asked Jiu Dazhi for a room with a tired face, "Master Jiu Dazhi, can you give me a private room?"

Jiu Dazhi nodded slightly and agreed to his request.

In the early morning, the sunlight shone through the window onto Xiyu's face, and he slowly woke up.

As soon as I sat up, I heard a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in." Xi Yu said.

The door was pushed open, and a young monk came in with a meal, a gentle smile on his face, "Donor, this is the meal prepared for you."

Xi Yu took the vegetarian meal and said thank you.

The monk continued, "Donor, the old doctor who was with you has returned and is decocting medicine."

Xiyu nodded.

The monk smiled and said, "Please enjoy your meal, benefactor. I will be leaving now." Then he turned and left.

Song Shuwen squatted in front of the stove, concentrating on decocting the medicine.

Thick smoke continued to billow out of the stove, rising up with its fangs and claws, and pounced mercilessly towards his face.

Song Shuwen's eyes were narrowed into slits due to the smoke, his brows were tightly furrowed, tears were welling up in his eye sockets, and his throat was itchy from choking.

"Cough cough cough..." He couldn't help coughing violently, and his face turned red like a ripe apple.

But the movement of stirring the medicine in his hands did not stop at all.

Sweat kept sliding down his forehead, dripping into the stove, and instantly turned into a wisp of smoke.

Song Shuwen didn't bother to wipe it. He just gritted his teeth, endured the discomfort, and continued to stay by the stove, just to boil the medicine.

Half an hour later, Song Shuwen breathed a sigh of relief and finally finished decocting the medicine.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, stood up and opened the door, then took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Someone come!"

The voice echoed in the yard. Several monks were sweeping fallen leaves in the yard. When they heard the shouting, they quickly put down their brooms and ran over.

Song Shuwen's face was full of fatigue, but there was a hint of relief and expectation in his eyes.

He looked at the monks who came running over and said, "It's done. Let the medicine dry for a while and then you can feed it to the abbot."

The monks gathered around and looked at the steaming medicine, their eyes full of hope.

One of the monks put his hands together and thanked Song Shuwen: "Thank you very much, donor. Thank you for your hard work."

Song Shuwen waved his hand, "Hurry up and dry the medicine. Don't delay the abbot's treatment."

But several monks still did not believe Song Shuwen. They looked at each other, their eyes full of doubt and worry.

One of the older monks frowned, folded his hands over his chest, and said, "Donor Song, can this medicine really work?"

Song Shuwen looked at their suspicious expressions and felt a little unhappy, but he still said patiently: "Masters, don't doubt it. I, Song Shuwen, guarantee with my integrity that this medicine is absolutely effective. It will be effective in a short while."

His eyes were firm and confident, and his tone left no room for doubt.

After hearing this, the monks' expressions eased a little, but they were still skeptical.

At this time, a young monk whispered: "I hope it is true as you said. What if the abbot doesn't wake up?"

Song Shuwen put his hands behind his back, raised his head and sighed: "I, Song Shuwen, have been in the martial arts world for many years, and I have never dared to be negligent in treating illnesses and saving lives. You just relax!"

Song Shuwen walked to the guest room with a slightly heavy step, looking forward to seeing Xiyu. He knocked on the door gently, and Xiaohong's crisp voice came from inside the door: "Who is it?"

Song Shuwen hurriedly said, "It's me, Song Shuwen."

Xiao Hong opened the door and saw Song Shuwen. She said with a hint of helplessness on her face, "Divine Doctor Song, the Prime Minister has requested a separate guest room. I will take you there right away."

Song Shuwen followed Xiaohong through many twists and turns and finally arrived at the guest room where Xiyu was.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xi Yu sitting at the table, and his eyes instantly fell on him.

Xi Yu frowned slightly, his eyes full of concern, and looked Song Shuwen up and down, and said in surprise: "Song Divine Doctor, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so haggard?"

Song Shuwen forced a smile, his eyes showing fatigue. He sighed and said, "Alas, it's all because of that damn medicine. I'm so tired from decocting the medicine that I'm almost falling apart."

After hearing this, Xi Yu quickly stood up, walked to Song Shuwen, and said with a look of pity, "Sit down and have a good rest."

Song Shuwen sat down on the chair obediently.

When Xiaohong saw Song Shuwen and Xiyu start talking, she tactfully left and closed the door gently.

Song Shuwen glanced across the room and saw two beds.

"Dr. Song, you should go and have a rest."

Song Shuwen nodded and went to rest.

After half an hour, there was a rapid knock on the door. Xi Yu got up and opened the door, and saw Jiu Dazhi standing at the door, his face filled with uncontrollable joy.

Jiu Dazhi said excitedly: "Donor, Doctor Song is really amazing! The abbot really faked his death and has woken up now!" His eyes were wide open, full of surprise and admiration.

After hearing this, Xi Yu's expression was exceptionally calm, and he just nodded slightly.

He thought to himself: I knew Shuwen's medical skills would not disappoint. He said calmly: "This is what I expected."

Jiu Dazhi looked earnest, clasped his hands together and said, "I hope Dr. Song can go see the abbot, so that the abbot can thank you in person for saving my life."

After hearing this, Xi Yu turned around and prepared to call Song Shuwen. At this moment, Song Shuwen slowly woke up.

He was sleepy and had a tired look on his face. He waved his hand and said, "No need to thank me. I don't treat patients for these reasons. Besides, it's fate that brought me here. I won't charge you for the medical expenses."

Upon hearing this, Jiu Dazhi quickly chanted a Buddhist name and said sincerely: "Dr. Song, you are kind-hearted, but I still hope you can go over and let the abbot fulfill his wish." His eyes were full of expectation and persistence.

Seeing Jiu Dazhi's persistence, Song Shuwen sighed helplessly and said, "Okay, then I'll go with you on this trip."

Song Shuwen followed Jiu Dazhi to the abbot's room.

At this moment, the abbot's room was crowded with many monks.

Each of their faces was filled with an expression of special relief.

An elderly monk put his hands together, his eyes full of admiration, and praised loudly: "The medical skills of the people in the Central Plains are really superb, truly divine skills!"

Another younger monk, with red eyes and a trembling voice, almost cried: "The abbot was able to turn danger into safety this time. It really feels like I had a nightmare and now I finally wake up. Amitabha!"

Some monks gathered around the bed, whispering to each other, their faces full of joy at surviving a disaster. They nodded constantly and murmured to themselves their admiration for Song Shuwen's medical skills.

When Song Shuwen walked into the room and saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in his heart. He knew that his medical skills could bring so much hope and joy to these people, and he felt extremely gratified.

As for the abbot, he had already stood up, but he looked dazed, with empty eyes, sitting on the bed in a daze.

This was the case when he just woke up, and everyone thought he hadn't reacted yet.

At this moment, Jiu Dazhi came up to him and said respectfully: "Abbot, your waking up is all thanks to this miracle doctor from Central Plains." Jiu Dazhi bent slightly, his face full of reverence.

When the abbot heard this, he frowned slightly, as if he had not fully understood what Jiu Dazhi meant.

Seeing that the abbot was still bewildered, Jiu Dazhi hurriedly added, "It was this divine doctor Song who brought you back from the brink of death."

The abbot then slowly turned his head and looked at Song Shuwen who was standing beside him.

Then, the abbot suddenly looked at Song Shuwen with a fierce look, which seemed to be able to spit fire, and asked in a stern voice: "Why did you save me?"

Song Shuwen was confused by this sudden question. He was stunned and his face was full of disbelief. He thought to himself: How could the abbot say that?
Song Shuwen calmed himself and looked at the abbot carefully. He saw that the abbot's young face was full of fortitude. His clenched teeth and tense muscles all showed his determination.

Song Shuwen frowned and asked in confusion: "Abbot, what do you mean? Is it wrong to save your life?"

Many people also felt that the abbot had gone too far, and they all whispered to each other, their faces full of confusion and dissatisfaction. "How can you say that?" someone muttered in a low voice.

The abbot roared at this time. His face flushed, veins popped out on his neck, and he loudly accused Song Shuwen: "You shouldn't have saved me, damn it!"

The sound was like thunder, exploding in the room.

Jiu Dazhi was stunned. His eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, his face full of disbelief.

After a pause, he stammered, "Abbot, why do you say that?"

Jiu Dazhi's heart was filled with shock and confusion. He had no idea why the abbot would say such cruel words to his savior.

Then, the abbot waved his hands wildly like a madman and screamed, "Ah! Ah!"

The appearance was extremely terrifying, as if possessed by a demon.

Everyone was stunned by the abbot's sudden action. They looked at each other in bewilderment and completely confused.

Jiu Dazhi's face was filled with embarrassment and guilt. He quickly bowed deeply to Song Shuwen and said anxiously, "Dr. Song, I'm really sorry. The abbot may not have recovered from the shock and has lost his mind. Please don't take it to heart. In this situation, I hope you can go back and rest first. I will apologize to you when the abbot is more awake."

Song Shuwen's face was gloomy, his eyes were full of anger and disappointment, he snorted coldly, threw his sleeves, and left without looking back. He thought to himself: I saved someone with good intentions, but I was treated like this, how ridiculous!

When Xi Yu saw Song Shuwen coming back, he saw that he had a frown on his face and was furious. He walked into the room angrily.

Xi Yu hurried over and asked with concern: "What's going on? Why are you so angry?"

Song Shuwen sat down on the chair, clenched his fists, and said angrily: "Humph! That abbot is simply unreasonable! I saved his life, and it would be fine if he didn't feel grateful, but he also blamed me for everything, like a madman."

As he spoke, his chest was still heaving violently with anger.

Xi Yu was also surprised when he heard this. He thought this was very strange. He hesitated for a moment and said, "This is indeed strange, but don't take it too seriously. Maybe there is some misunderstanding."

After listening to Xi Yu's words, Song Shuwen nodded slightly. His face was still gloomy, but he still stood up and said, "Forget it, I'll go take a rest and calm down."

Watching Song Shuwen leave, Xi Yu frowned and paced back and forth in the room, wondering in his heart: "This abbot's behavior is too abnormal, why did he treat his savior like this? Is there really some hidden secret?"

As he thought about it, Xi Yu felt his head was a mess, but he had no clue what to do.

On the other side, in the bustling market, Cao Rui's stall was crowded with people, many of whom were scrambling to buy pastries.

Cao Rui was busy and happy, his face was filled with a bright smile, his eyes were almost narrowed into slits, and he was very happy: business is really booming today!
After a while, when all the customers left, a girl quietly came to Cao Rui.

Cao Rui looked up and was immediately shocked. His mouth opened wide and his hands stopped moving. He exclaimed, "Cao Shuangshuang, why are you here?"

Cao Shuangshuang was trying hard to hold back, but after hearing what Cao Rui said, the pain on her face became even more intense, tears welled up in her eyes, and she said with trembling lips, "Brother, I really can't hold it back anymore."

Beads of tears rolled down her cheeks instantly, and her shoulders trembled slightly with her sobs.

Cao Rui's heart tightened, he was anxious and flustered, he looked around nervously, lowered his voice and said: "Shuangshuang, be obedient, stop crying. It's not good if someone sees you, they might think I bullied you."

As he spoke, he gently wiped the tears from Cao Shuangshuang's face with his sleeve.

Then, Cao Shuangshuang said in a tearful voice: "Brother, please close the stall. I feel very sad and want to talk to you about my suffering."

Her eyes were full of helplessness and longing, and tears were still flowing.

Cao Rui felt distressed when he saw his sister like this. He responded without hesitation: "Okay, I'll close the stall now, and we can have a good talk."

So, the two of them worked together to pack up the stall.

Cao Rui moved quickly, anxiously hoping to finish collecting as soon as possible so he could listen to his sister's talk.

Although Cao Shuangshuang was still sobbing, she tried her best to help, hoping that her brother would listen to her troubles.

After a while, Song Shuwen came out of the room, his expression had eased a lot, and he said to Xi Yu, "I've rested well, I want to go outside for a walk and get some fresh air."

Xi Yu looked at him, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."

The two of them left the temple side by side and walked slowly on the street. As they walked and talked, they arrived at the border unknowingly.

Several soldiers were guarding there, and the moment they saw them, an expression of extreme surprise appeared on their faces.

Their eyes were like petrified, staring straight at Song Shuwen and Xi Yu. One of the soldiers stammered, "I didn't expect you to be still alive."

Xi Yu looked at the soldiers gently.

"I said at the time that we came here to do something. But you guys drugged us and stopped us from coming in. Look, there's nothing going on here, right?"

After hearing this, the soldiers' faces turned red and white, their eyes were evasive, and they didn't dare to look Xi Yu in the face.

One of the soldiers said, "Who would have thought of this?"

Xi Yu did not continue to argue with those soldiers, but turned to Song Shuwen and said, "Let's go back."

Song Shuwen nodded, and the two of them walked back together.

Along the way, Xi Yu remained silent and his face was gloomy.

As he walked, Tuoba Yu's figure appeared in his mind again, and the resentment in his heart instantly surged like a tide.

He clenched his teeth tightly and thought bitterly in his heart: "Tuoba Yu, you are so ruthless! You left me without saying a word." (End of this chapter)