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The Bujia in Wuzhen is neither small nor big, but the anecdotes about it never stop.

The big family hides filth and filth, and if you pick one at random, it is a story of eclecticism, and the boring talkers in the small teahouse will never lack topics.

Kebu Mansion is different because it has no men, strictly speaking, no adult men.

Everyone thinks that the ancestors of the Bu family committed some crimes, and now they have lost all children and grandchildren.Oh no, the child is cut off, but the grandson is not cut off.

Bu Qinghe is the only grandson of the Bu family. He was born with an insufficient womb, thin and weak, and after being raised for several months, he still looks like a kitten, as if he will die at any time.In this way, under the malicious speculation of everyone, he stumbled and lived through his ten years.

"I passed by the pharmacy today, and I heard from the clerk that Mr. Hu was called to Bufu's house again." Tan Ke A said.

"Anyway, he always goes there a few times a month. Sometimes Zhilan comes to get the medicine and says it's for the old lady, but anyone with a discerning eye knows that the precious grandson of Bufu is sick again." Talker B said.

"Do you think that brat can survive this time?" Someone said something.

The atmosphere became slightly colder.

"Hey, this child is also suffering. He has never left the medicine jar since he was born." The woman serving tea quietly wiped away her tears.

"I guess it's only been a few days, and that's how Master Bu disappeared."

"I read......"

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"Amitabha!" Someone whispered the Buddha's name.

Everyone looked together, it was a monk with a bamboo hat on his head and Ziyi clothes. He didn't know when he came in.The monk looked ordinary in this small teahouse, so that everyone didn't notice it. What was strange was that there was a little girl standing beside him.

No matter how the monk and the girl are put together, it doesn't seem appropriate.

The woman who was weeping just now went up to meet her, and she smiled: "Master, what tea do you want?"

"If you have a female benefactor, just bring a pot of hot water." The monk said.

"Okay, master, wait for a moment." The woman was a little frustrated, the hot water was like a gift, and she couldn't make money.But out of her belief in the Bodhisattva, she felt that it was wrong to think so, so she hurriedly said a few words "sin, sin!" in her heart and went to bring the water.

Everyone stopped talking, and the monk turned his back, unable to see his face.The girl next to her was about seven or eight years old, with a melon-seeded face, and she was fairly fair, but her face was sallow, and her stature was not enough. It seemed that she was not full all day long.

"May I ask where the master came from and where is he going?" asked the talker A who had just finished talking about the Bu Fu.

"I am a wandering monk who came from heaven and returned to Hongming." The monk turned around, and everyone found that he was much older than expected.

This monk is tall and straight, his voice is like a bell, and his breath is like a dragon, but he has an old face, which looks as if he is going to pass away soon.

"May I ask who is next to the master..." Talker A continued to ask, and the person next to him gave him a glare, signaling that he should not be too troublesome.

The monk didn't care, and said flatly: "The poor monk traveled here. He just passed through Wolonggou a few days ago. He was on the same boat with a group of merchants. There was a catastrophe on the way. It's good and good. This girl survived a catastrophe, and she has some connections with my Buddhism, so she brought her with her. Nearby, find a place to settle."

After hearing this, everyone sighed for a while, and then looked at the little girl with a look of concern on their faces.

"If you dare to ask the benefactor, do you know where the Lotus Nunnery is?" the monk asked suddenly.

"This, everyone here knows, but you can't go now." Someone said.

"Oh? Why?" The monk was puzzled.

"This lotus nunnery has been dilapidated since Master Huineng passed away, and it was all supported by the Bufu. Recently, the grandson of the Bufu fell ill, and all the monks in the nunnery prayed in the Bufu. Now there are only a few gatekeepers inside. Old Ni." said among the crowd.

"Since there is an important matter, the poor monk is not inconvenient to disturb him. Do you know what disease the grandson of the Bu family has? The old monk knows a thing or two about medical theory."

At this time, the woman had already filled the water. Hearing what the monk said, she was about to go to the divination mansion, and hurriedly said: "The heat and poison brought by the womb cannot bleed, even if it is a small opening, it is very difficult to stop the bleeding. That's all, but the child is weak and weak, and accompanied by other miscellaneous diseases, he coughs as soon as he gets sick, and when the cough is severe, there will be blood, what a pain."

The woman sighed again, and said with a smile: "The master is going to the divination mansion? Wait for the servant to pass it on?"

"It's work."

The woman left and returned after a while, bringing three women with her.

The woman headed by the center is older, and the hairpin skirts and dresses are also different, but if she is a wife, she would look too young.Beside her stood two servant girls.

The monk didn't know how to address him, the woman said to him, "This is the aunt in charge of the mansion, Zhilan."

Zhilan and the two servant girls bowed to the monk, and said: "I think this is the eminent monk Sangu said, the slave girl Zhilan, under the order of the old lady, please invite the eminent monk to sit at the mansion, dare to ask the master How to call it?"

"The poor monk's name is to overcome the difficulties."

"Today, Mrs. Ying should personally receive and guide her, but the manor is busy with things, so I can't get out. Please forgive me, eminent monk."

"How dare you dare."

After the two of you talked to each other politely, they arrived at the Bu mansion.

The whole house of Bu was busy, and the old lady Bu was not very enthusiastic, so she simply greeted her, and asked Zhilan to take her across to Bu Qinghe.

It's hard to see, just shook his head and sighed, the maid next to him was like a puppet, obviously he was used to this kind of result.

"What is the master's opinion?" Zhilan asked.

"Young Master Gui is not a person who died young and had a bad life. However, his fortune was poor in his early years and his life was full of hardships. If he can survive until later, he will have his own destiny. I have prescribed a prescription. Although it can't cure the root cause, it can relieve it. When the seasons change, it can relieve the coughing up blood, and as for the bleeding, we can only try to keep him from getting hurt."

Zhilan thought that there was something unique about Dadu Nan, but after listening to it, she felt that it was nothing more than that. Every doctor who saw the doctor had the same rhetoric, and the prescriptions were similar, and there were only a few medicines in total.

After Du Nan finished prescribing the medicine, he stopped staying and excused himself to leave.I went to see Master Jing, the abbot of Lianhua Nunnery.

Zhilan lazily opened the prescription, looked at it, her expression became more and more strange, the prescription of this medicine was also weird.Zhilan has often gone to the pharmacy these years, and she still knows a little about the medicinal materials. She didn't dare to make decisions privately, so she went back to the old lady Bu.

Mrs. Bu didn't have any hope at first, since this morning, when Mr. Hu told her that she was powerless and helpless, she wanted to resign herself to her fate and prepare for her grandson's funeral.

Zhilan brought the prescription, but she didn't even look at it: "Mr. Hu's prescription has been used for so many years, and now it doesn't work anymore. It's good to take another medicine, go."

Mrs. Bu was tired, her face was full of the weariness of life, and her every move was full of laziness.Fate made the biggest mockery of her. She lost her husband in her early years, her son in her middle age, and even her grandson left her in her later years.

She has already become a well-known broom star in the town. When she was young, people humiliated her face to face. Now that she is old, people care about face and stop poking at her, but they also put the grandson's matter on her head.

Mrs. Bu closed her eyes: "Lan Hui, massage my head for me."

Mrs. Bu's maiden name is An, and she used to be a big family nearby, but now she has long since declined.A few days ago, she received a letter saying that her natal nephew gambled badly, beat him to death and ran away. The family who was beaten to death came to the door with his mouth and forced his nephew and daughter-in-law to death, leaving behind a pair of children who were about to be sold. Lose.Mrs. Bu sent someone to rescue her, and when they finished their mother's affairs, they came to take care of her.

What are these things!I can't enjoy a little happiness in my old age!

"Lan Hui, work harder." Mrs. Bu's headache was getting worse.

Bu Qinghe didn't wake up for three days, Mrs. Bu, Mrs. Li, cried and cried.She looked at her son's bloodless face, and put her hand into his nose from time to time, trying to find evidence that his son was alive.

Everyone was at a loss. Although Mrs. Bu didn't issue an order to prepare for the funeral, she still had some meaning.

Zhilan took the medicine overnight, decocted it well, and sent it to Bu Qinghe to take it according to the method written by Du Nan.

Perhaps the gods were merciful, but after Bu Qinghe took the decoction, he gradually showed signs of improvement.His breath gradually became thicker, blood gradually appeared on his lips, and he opened his eyes not long after.

After a few days, Bu Qinghe was able to move a little bit, but he couldn't even speak out of breath.

Everyone in the Bu family was overjoyed, they thanked God and thanked the Buddha, and thanked the ancestors for their blessings, until Zhilan asked the master of crossing the catastrophe, and then everyone remembered that the old lady Bu was busy ordering people to invite her, and was going to hold a banquet to thank her.

The maid who was sent has returned, but there is no crossing.I learned from Jing Chan that Du Nan left the girl next to him to the Lotus Nunnery, and left on his own. There are different opinions and no consensus.

Mrs. Bu couldn't find anyone, so she had to give up.

The next day, Bu's mansion went up and down to the Lotus Nunnery to pray and fulfill their vows. Mrs. Bu took the opportunity to have a chat with Jing Chan.

I learned from Zen Master Jing that Du Nan didn't want to come here, but was hit by water on the way, and a boat full of people was washed into the middle of the river and disappeared. Only Du Nan and the little girl survived.This girl is also a poor person, she was just bought by merchants along the way to be a maid. The girl has no name and no surname, she only calls herself Eleven, presumably it is also a number made up by Ren Yazi.When asked where the family is and who the parents are, they just shook their heads.

God has the virtue of good life, this girl survived the catastrophe, and she was able to see the catastrophe, it was her good fortune, it was inconvenient to travel alone in the catastrophe, so she changed her mind and came to Wuzhen, he and the already passed away Mrs. Huineng is an old friend.

Thinking about how many years ago, Jing Chan met him. At that time, Lianhua nunnery was still on the barren slope outside Wuzhen, an old nunnery deep in the mountains, far away from the world, and the incense was flourishing.It was not until Huineng passed away, King Dongxiang rebelled, and a large number of refugees and bandits appeared outside the town that Lianhua nunnery moved into the town.

Mrs. Bu looked at the girl carefully, thoughtfully.

If you survive a catastrophe, you must have a blessing in the future. This girl is unlucky, and her life is full of evil spirits. If she can be purified and washed in the Buddhist gate, it may also dissolve the hostility around her.

"Then how does the teacher plan to arrange eleven?"

Mrs. Bu saw that Eleven was still young and ignorant, but very obedient and easy-going, so she intended to be in the mansion.Back then, someone told Bu Qinghe's fortune-telling, saying that there must be a lone star of the evil spirit on the demand side, and the two of them would be able to protect Qinghe's life for half of his life. As for the first half of his life, it all depends on his good fortune.

Jing Chan replied: "Master Duan said that the fate of the eleventh is a lot of troubles, and it has a close relationship with my Buddha. The poor nun has accepted her into Buddhism, but she is still young at 11 years old, and her six roots have not been determined. Do something else."

After hearing what Jingchan said, Mrs. Bu had no choice but to give up.

When it was time to light the lanterns, Zhilan came to report that An's house had been arranged, the two brothers and sisters had set off and would arrive in a few days.

Mrs. Bu Lai said: "You start to prepare, tidy up a few rooms, and rush to cut some new clothes, pick up two swift maidservants, and discuss other matters with Madam." She paused, and then said: "Young master's business important."

Zhi Lan left, and Lan Hui walked in. She skillfully warmed her hands with a hot handkerchief, and stretched her hand towards the old lady's head.

Old lady Bu's head was full of silver threads, like dusty Buddha dust. Lan Hui's fingers were gentle, walking among the silver threads, and she massaged skillfully and with proper force.

It was late at night, and the Bu Mansion was eerily quiet, all the women in the mansion had already fallen asleep.Mrs. Bu seemed to be able to sleep peacefully after several days of hard work.