Sword narration is painful in the world

Xiujuan walked over and saw that it was a female monk and nun.

At this moment, her face was redder than blood, and it was really hot to touch her hands.

So, she helped the monk and nun to her room, put him on the bed, took a cold water towel, and applied it to the old monk and nun's head.

When Du Lingchun was alive, there were all kinds of medicines for various internal and external injuries, but they could not save her life. Xiujuan gave the old monk and nun some fever-reducing medicine. It took about half an hour for the old monk and nun to wake up from the coma.

She opened her eyes and felt strange. She looked at Xiujuan and asked:

"Donor, I'm causing you trouble. I'm going to write a prescription for myself. Please go and get all the medicine. If I, a poor monk, am saved, I will never forget the benefactor's great kindness."

Xiujuan asked the old lady to bring her pen, ink, paper and inkstone. The monk and nun wanted to pick up the pen and write, but their bodies were too weak to sit up, so Xiujuan asked Xiujuan to write for her. She fell asleep and said the name of the medicine:

"There are twelve herbs in total. Just take three doses. The poor monk will tell you how to grind them when you come back. Female donor, I'll help you."

Xiujuan sent her family members to grab the medicine quickly, and they got the medicine back within a short time.

The old monk and nun then told Xiujuan to finish boiling the medicine and divide it into three bowls. Add one tael of rice wine to each bowl and she drank it three times a day.

After taking three medicines for three days, the monk and nun's fever gradually subsided and his face became less red. However, he suffered from vomiting and diarrhea again, and the smell was as unpleasant as rotten intestines.

Xiujuan didn't dislike it. While serving the monk and nun carefully, she also secretly thought about it.

This monk and nun is a woman, and her dead father once made a will, saying that if you don't get married, you will become a monk.

Therefore, she served the old monks and nuns just like she served her own mother. She washed clothes and bedding and never felt dirty.

The old monk and nun lay in bed for another two days and two nights. During these two days and two nights, they washed more than a dozen times. It took another two or three days for the old monk and nun to feel better. She was very grateful to Xiujuan:

"Donor, you have been very tired these days. Without you, I would have died long ago. I will repay you later for this kindness and grace."

Xiujuan said:

"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, so why bother? Master, what kind of disease do you have?"

The old monk and nun took Xiujuan's hands and said:

"My kind of disease is generally incurable. Let me tell you, maybe you understand, maybe you don't. Do you know about practicing martial arts?"

Xiujuan smiled and said:

"Master, I know a thing or two."

"Oh, have you practiced martial arts too?"

"I can only say that it's just a trick. When dad was alive, he was somewhat famous in the world. I learned from dad."

"Oh, who is your father?"

"Master, mention it, maybe you don't know, because his reputation is not that great. He always has a nickname, Huabang, Du Minglingchun."

"Amitabha, alas, it turns out it is

Flower stick, flower stick Du Lingchun, this is the home of Donor Du."

"good."

"Where's your dad?"

"He passed away."

"Oh, how many years have you been dead?"

The monk and nun seemed to have remembered something and said:

"Who inherited your father's thirty-six-handed death stick?"

As soon as Xiujuan mentioned this fatal stick, she thought of her father again, and felt sad for a while, and tears fell down:

"Master, don't mention it. If it weren't for these thirty-six deadly sticks, my father would not be dead, and my family would not be in this situation. Master, since you know that my dad has the thirty-six deadly sticks, Bang, you are the only one who knows the rules of this stick.”

"You know, your daughter-in-law can pass it on, but if you don't pass it on to a girl, you can only accept an apprentice who inherits the mantle, otherwise it won't be passed on, right?"

"Master, you know very well that my father died on this stick."

"What's going on?"

"Master, since you are a disciple of Buddhism and I like you very much, I will tell you."

Then Xiujuan told the old monk and nun without any concealment how she met Tantai Zilin, how she lost her baton music, how her father was so angry, how she gave birth to a child, and how she lost her child.

When the old monk and nun heard this, he sighed and said:

"Oh, bad people are not scary, evil people are not scary, the most scary thing is such a hypocrite. However, the matter has passed, and you don't have to be angry anymore. You and I are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away. I, a poor monk, am practicing Qigong. Wrong, it almost didn't kill me. I became a monk at Puqiu Temple in Yandang Mountain. The name of the poor monk is Chen Yuan. Since you are the daughter of old benefactor Du, I won't be polite to you as a poor monk in your home. I'm here. It may take two months at most and one month at least, which will cause you trouble."

"Master, why should you be so polite? Since you have known Dad before, when you come here, it is like arriving at your own home. If I am wrong in anything, please tell me."

So, Chen Yuan monk and nun stayed at Xiujuan's house for more than a month, and her body gradually recovered. From the conversation, Xiujuan learned that this monk and nun was actually a great reincarnated Guanyin Buddha in the green forest rivers and lakes. She was powerful in the Yandang Mountain area. He was originally a disciple of Songshan Shaolin Temple.

On this day, Teacher Chenyuan said to Xiujuan:

"My body has recovered and I will go back to the temple soon. Miss Xiujuan, do you have anything else?"

When Xiujuan heard this, she knelt down in front of the old monk and nun and cried sadly:

"Master, I no longer have any relatives. Seeing you means meeting relatives. My mother died early and my father passed away. Now you are leaving. I beg you, can you take me to your temple?" In the middle, I want to become a monk."

"Get up quickly, we have something to talk about."

The old monk and nun pulled Xiujuan up and asked calmly:

"Hey Xiujuan, do you really want to become a monk?"

"Yes, I have already seen through the world of mortals. My father had his last words before he died. He asked me to choose my own path. In the future, I may become a monk or marry someone else. Master, a good girl will not marry another husband, regardless of the evil thief Tantai Zilin. What about him? After all, he is the father of my son. I have long wanted to escape from this mortal world and return to Buddhism. Master, please take me there."

Chen Yuanlao Ni thought for a long time and said:

"My child, you still have a missing son, but he has no connection with Buddhism. I really can't let you become a monk."

"Master, can you really not help me?"

"Needless to say, girl, you saved my life. I can't understand your hard work this month. I can't help but repay this kindness. If you are willing to learn martial arts, and if you think highly of the poor monk, then I will take you back to Yandang Mountain and teach you with all my heart. If you really want to become a monk, I will never accept you."

Xiujuan thought that learning martial arts from Chen Yuan monks and nuns was also a way out, so she said:

"Master, since you said that I have no connection with Buddhism, then let me learn martial arts from you."

In this way, Xiujuan handed over the house to the servants and followed Chen Yuan to Puqiu Temple in Yandang Mountain.