If you keep making noise, I won’t stand it anymore!

The eight elders of the Huguo Temple came to Meixiang's room, looked at each other, and then, led by the chief elder, sat on the ground. Suddenly, a calming spell sounded.

Together with the Buddhist beads on Meixiang's left wrist, it formed a special aura, wrapping Meixiang tightly.

At the same time, the expression on Meixiang's face became visibly relaxed.

Seeing this, Nanny Feng, who was standing by, hurriedly took out the porridge that had been warmed in the warm bag, scooped a little bit, and tried to bring it to her mouth.

Unexpectedly, this time Meixiang actually opened her mouth slowly, and after a while, she had eaten most of the small bowl of white porridge.

On the side, everyone's eyes were red, and the beautiful woman even covered her mouth and cried.

Situ Yidong opened his scarlet eyes, his body swayed involuntarily before he stood firm again. He had not closed his eyes for several days and nights.

As long as you can eat, it’s good! As long as you can eat, it’s good!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. You know, Meixiang had not eaten anything since the third day of her coma, except for occasionally drinking some water.

In the past two days, he couldn't even eat, and he was only able to survive by stuffing slices of old ginseng in his mouth.

Now that I can eat again, how can I not be surprised?!

Meixiang, who was in the midst of chaos, suddenly felt a stream of sweet spring water injected into her body, and her almost dried-up body gradually regained strength.

A light flashed in her eyes. Ever since she was pulled into this darkness, she has been walking based on her feeling, looking for a breakthrough here.

But I couldn't find it, and I didn't dare to stop. The more I couldn't find it, the more I didn't dare to stop, and this cycle repeated over and over again.

This place was like a balloon that was gradually being tied up tighter and tighter. She couldn't find the edge and had nowhere to lean on.

Her body and mind were about to reach their double limits. This sudden force made Meixiang, who was on the verge of suffocation, breathe a sigh of relief, and the light in her eyes became more determined.

After sitting on the ground for half a cup of tea, he immediately stood up again and set off in the determined direction.

However, in the Second Prince’s private manor not far from Mei Manor, Fahui frowned.

According to his original idea, the burning incense and candles should have burned more and more vigorously, but for some reason, the incense and candles have been burning slower and slower since today, and they almost went out at one point, making all their previous efforts go to waste.

The task was about to be completed, but what went wrong?

Fahui was muttering something, and his ten fingers were moving. When the disciples on both sides of him saw this, they started chanting more loudly.

One party wants to block the exit and trap Meixiang completely; the other party wants to try its best to tear open a hole for her to get a chance of survival.

A silent contest officially began.

When Master Fazhi rushed out from the mountains, the villagers were all shocked.

The monk's robe was torn by branches and fluttered as he walked. One of his shoes was lost at some point, and the big toe of his cotton sock was exposed.

The backpack that was originally full was now half empty, and no one knew where the herbs that had been collected with great difficulty had fallen into.

His eyes were bloodshot and his face was filled with fear.

This was an expression he had never seen before. The villagers who met him hurried forward and supported him: "Master, what's wrong with you? Did you encounter robbers?"

There has always been peace in Haoyue. I've never heard of any robbers.

"Could it be that a large wild animal appeared in the back mountain?" another villager asked in a trembling voice.

The mountain behind has always been an important source of income for this generation of villagers. What would they do if wild beasts really appeared?

Fazhi wiped the sweat off his face and said in a hoarse voice: "Amitabha, I am indecent."

"There are no bandits or wild beasts in the mountains. I am in such a mess because I am in a hurry to get on with my journey. Have you seen the young monks who are accompanying me?"

The two villagers breathed a sigh of relief and shook their heads. They had not met the young master from Huguo Temple along the way.

Looking down at Master Fazhi's bare foot and estimating his size, one of the villagers leaned over to take off his shoe, and with a slightly red face, handed it over.

"I think our sizes are similar. If you don't mind, you can use my pair of shoes for now."

Fazhi was stunned for a moment, and then he followed their gaze and noticed the mess on his feet.

It was indeed a bit inappropriate to walk out like this, so he chanted a Buddhist mantra, didn't refuse, took it with both hands, and rummaged in his backpack.

"I found this herb about five or six miles north of Shanxi. I should be able to exchange it for some silver." He handed it to the villager.

"Master, no, no, you can't do that. You can keep this for a great use."

"Donor, please don't refuse, otherwise I will..."

Hearing this, the two villagers accepted it with fear and trepidation.

"If the donor sees the young monks I am traveling with, could you please tell them to return to the Huguo Temple on their own?"

After a moment of hesitation, the two quickly agreed.

Master Fazhi then rushed to the local post station without stopping.

In the past, he would never bother the local government office, but as the matter was urgent, he had to do so.

When the ninth incense stick was lit on the table in the Second Prince's Mansion, the Second Prince, Madam Yan, Fahui and others could not help but reveal their determined smiles.

With Meixiang's death, the Second Prince and Madam Yan felt that they had lost a powerful rival.

Master Fazhi of Huguo Temple had an inseparable connection with Meixiang. When Meixiang was destroyed, Huguo Temple and Fazhi were hurt, and Fahui avenged the previous shame.

As long as the ninth incense stick burns out today, Meixiang will fall into a deep sleep and never wake up again.

"Master, what happened?" Madam Yan, dressed in gorgeous clothes, walked out holding the nanny's hand.

Fahui laughed, looked up at the sun that was approaching noon, pointed at the incense table in the courtyard, and said with pride: "Madam, just wait and see, just another half day will be enough."

He had thought that those old immortals in the Huguo Temple were very powerful, but now it seems that they are just so-so.

As long as Fazhi doesn't come, no one else is his match.

And Fazhi? Fahui's eyes flashed with pride. He didn't know where he was hiding in the deep mountains.

It was worth his effort and hard work to transfer him to the deep mountains of Zhangzhou.