NOVEL WEB Peerless Famous Doctor: The Female CEO's Personal Physician
Chapter 301 1 Skinny Horse, 1 Old Monk
In the city lord's mansion, the middle-aged city lord stood in the middle of the living room, looking down at the four people sent by the city guard just now.
One man, three women.
It was Xu Xiaolou and Liang Daili who were the four of Yage Han Mengxue.
They were in a coma, but even if Xu Xiaolou was in a coma, he clenched his fists and frowned tightly, as if he was about to wake up.
The middle-aged city lord raised his head and saw an old monk appearing at the wooden door of the living room. He pondered for a moment and asked, "The man is here, when are you going to start?"
The old monk is the abbot of Yichan Temple, Zen Master Jueyuan.
The old abbot holding the golden ring staff had a gentle face and said, "Wait a little longer."
"Wait? Wait until when?"
The city lord, who was not angry and arrogant, came to a chair and sat down, snorting coldly and said: "It's still the same sentence, you can wait, but I can't. I will give you the last two days, no matter what happens on your side If you don't finish, you must come to me, otherwise, I will let the whole Leicheng be buried with you, you have to think about it."
The old abbot finally showed compassion in his eyes, and said the Buddha's name.
……
The night was windy, accompanied by wind and snow.
The architecture of Leicheng tends to be simple and unsophisticated, and most of the wine shops retain the ancient style. There is a tattered flag at the door, with the word 'wine' written on it.
The old abbot was walking in the wind and snow, and the snow fell on his head, but it didn't melt.
But the old abbot ignored him, let the snow flakes fall, and walked on his own.
When he came to a restaurant, he stopped for a moment, then walked in.
The restaurant is divided into a front yard and a back yard.
The front yard is the hall, which is used for drinking and eating individual guests.
The backyard is a box to welcome distinguished guests.
The old abbot is of course a distinguished guest.
The owner of the restaurant invited this master with a transcendent status in Leicheng into a box in the backyard, stood in front of the small rattan chair and solid wood sandalwood table, and asked with a smile: "Old rules? A stack of meat, a jug of wine?"
The old abbot smiled and nodded.
There is a stable in the backyard, a scrawny yellow horse is tied inside, snorting weakly, and a few crows on the branches of the nearby pretty snow are disturbingly noisy.
The old abbot stood up slowly from the rattan chair, leaned on his staff, and came to the courtyard and to the stable.
The crow flew up in surprise.
He picked up a handful of hay and fed it to the skinny horse.
Birds that can grow in Feng Xue Lei City are naturally not good. Crows hover above the stables, and they are not afraid of the old man feeding grass under the stables.
Crows are carnivorous and generally represent a symbol of disaster and death.
The old abbot smiled and said, "Little Huang, eat more, we won't have a chance to meet each other in the future."
The skinny horse named Xiao Huang neighed softly.
The old abbot sighed.
People are poor and short-sighted, horses are thin and long-haired, and the old monk has no expenses all his life. Naturally, he seldom uses money and other common things. He can rely on Yichan Temple to have enough food and clothing. Occasionally, his stomach is full of worms. You can come to this wine shop to drink some warm wine to relieve Quenching.Life is pleasant.But this yellow horse did not have such a blessing. Judging by its skinny appearance, its time is probably numbered.
This old horse was raised by Wang Mazi, the owner of the restaurant.
He still remembers many years ago.One day while drinking here, Wang Mazi spat and said that his biggest dream in this life was to ride a yellow horse for a stroll outside the city, and it would be worthwhile to die when he came back.
However, dreams can only be dreams. The guards at the gate of the city have been stationed for thousands of years. Except for a limited number of people who can go in and out, ordinary people, who can get out of this Thunder City?
So, Xiao Huang gradually turned into Old Huang and was thrown here.
After a long time, the dream of the owner of the restaurant slowly turned into wine and swallowed it into his stomach.
The old monk suddenly remembered a friend from the past. He was really a very interesting person.
With a pot of wine and a plate of steamed beef, the two can chat from dark to dawn.
That friend said before that peaceful dogs are not as good as people in troubled times. Leicheng looks like Haiyan Qingping, but the people living here are just old-fashioned dogs who only know how to wag their tails and beg for food?
The old abbot smiled, as if thinking of that person brought warmth to his heart.
Xu Jingshan, you laugh that the people in Leicheng are dogs, and you have lived a happy life, but have you ever thought that you are just a speck of dust in this world, who can truly be free and detached from the world?
All living beings are suffering, there is no most suffering, only more suffering.
The old abbot untied the horse.
Patted the horse's buttocks.
He said, "Come on, get out of here."
……
tonight.
A scrawny horse came to the city gate.
The guards who have been stationed for thousands of years are facing the enemy.
A gentle glow bloomed in the wind and snow, and the city gate was reflected like a Buddha's lotus pond.
Dozens of guards holding halberds stood there in a daze.
The skinny horse galloped and broke through the city gate.
The cheerful neighing echoed for a long time at the gate of the city.
……
The little monk at the door of the firewood room suddenly opened his eyes, as if sensing something, burst into tears.
The middle-aged man in the city lord's mansion smashed the solid sandalwood chair, stood up, and took a long time to suppress his inner anger, sighing: "Buddha relic, Buddha relic..."
The old abbot returned to Yichan Temple, and when he reached the door of the firewood room, he drank a little wine and squinted his eyes, as if he was still thinking about it.
Standing in the snowstorm and hesitating for a moment, he nodded to the small tent not far away and said: "Xuanxin, starting tomorrow, Yichan Temple will be handed over to you."
The tent was silent.
The old abbot sighed, "The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, whoever will go to hell. Isn't it for the sake of saving sentient beings that the golden body relics have been cultivated for a hundred years?"
The tent door curtain was lifted, and the little monk came out, clasped his hands together, his expression was unprecedentedly solemn, and asked softly: "Abbot, for the fruit of one person, and abandoning the cause of a thousand people, does this count as entering the way of magic? "
"Calculate."
"Then is he a demon?"
"Of course it counts."
"Since he is a demon, why did the abbot help him?"
The old abbot looked up at the night sky and found that there was not even half a star tonight.
He said slowly: "But there are some things that don't count like that."
……
The Lei family's mansion was almost fully occupied tonight, only a dozen or so members of the clan were left on patrol.
A dark shadow, against the darkness of night, climbed over the wall and entered.
His movements were very skilled, and after landing, he quickly burrowed into a nearby flowerbed to hide.
This person is Neo.
He and Xu Xiaolou acted separately and were arranged to hide near the Lei family.Xu Xiaolou told him that if he had the chance, he would sneak in and check the interior to see if Li Yuewen or Jin Guangyin were inside.Double action.
In the evening, the black people hiding nearby discovered that the people in the mansion suddenly filed out, and they should have received some order to leave urgently.
He hesitated for a while, thinking that the opportunity had come, and finally saw the opening, and climbed over the wall.
He didn't know what happened to the outside world. He didn't know that Xu Xiaolou and others had been taken to the distant snow mountain Leicheng, but Neo was a very competent bodyguard. Since he had agreed to Xu Xiaolou and received money from others, He naturally wants to do his best.
One man, three women.
It was Xu Xiaolou and Liang Daili who were the four of Yage Han Mengxue.
They were in a coma, but even if Xu Xiaolou was in a coma, he clenched his fists and frowned tightly, as if he was about to wake up.
The middle-aged city lord raised his head and saw an old monk appearing at the wooden door of the living room. He pondered for a moment and asked, "The man is here, when are you going to start?"
The old monk is the abbot of Yichan Temple, Zen Master Jueyuan.
The old abbot holding the golden ring staff had a gentle face and said, "Wait a little longer."
"Wait? Wait until when?"
The city lord, who was not angry and arrogant, came to a chair and sat down, snorting coldly and said: "It's still the same sentence, you can wait, but I can't. I will give you the last two days, no matter what happens on your side If you don't finish, you must come to me, otherwise, I will let the whole Leicheng be buried with you, you have to think about it."
The old abbot finally showed compassion in his eyes, and said the Buddha's name.
……
The night was windy, accompanied by wind and snow.
The architecture of Leicheng tends to be simple and unsophisticated, and most of the wine shops retain the ancient style. There is a tattered flag at the door, with the word 'wine' written on it.
The old abbot was walking in the wind and snow, and the snow fell on his head, but it didn't melt.
But the old abbot ignored him, let the snow flakes fall, and walked on his own.
When he came to a restaurant, he stopped for a moment, then walked in.
The restaurant is divided into a front yard and a back yard.
The front yard is the hall, which is used for drinking and eating individual guests.
The backyard is a box to welcome distinguished guests.
The old abbot is of course a distinguished guest.
The owner of the restaurant invited this master with a transcendent status in Leicheng into a box in the backyard, stood in front of the small rattan chair and solid wood sandalwood table, and asked with a smile: "Old rules? A stack of meat, a jug of wine?"
The old abbot smiled and nodded.
There is a stable in the backyard, a scrawny yellow horse is tied inside, snorting weakly, and a few crows on the branches of the nearby pretty snow are disturbingly noisy.
The old abbot stood up slowly from the rattan chair, leaned on his staff, and came to the courtyard and to the stable.
The crow flew up in surprise.
He picked up a handful of hay and fed it to the skinny horse.
Birds that can grow in Feng Xue Lei City are naturally not good. Crows hover above the stables, and they are not afraid of the old man feeding grass under the stables.
Crows are carnivorous and generally represent a symbol of disaster and death.
The old abbot smiled and said, "Little Huang, eat more, we won't have a chance to meet each other in the future."
The skinny horse named Xiao Huang neighed softly.
The old abbot sighed.
People are poor and short-sighted, horses are thin and long-haired, and the old monk has no expenses all his life. Naturally, he seldom uses money and other common things. He can rely on Yichan Temple to have enough food and clothing. Occasionally, his stomach is full of worms. You can come to this wine shop to drink some warm wine to relieve Quenching.Life is pleasant.But this yellow horse did not have such a blessing. Judging by its skinny appearance, its time is probably numbered.
This old horse was raised by Wang Mazi, the owner of the restaurant.
He still remembers many years ago.One day while drinking here, Wang Mazi spat and said that his biggest dream in this life was to ride a yellow horse for a stroll outside the city, and it would be worthwhile to die when he came back.
However, dreams can only be dreams. The guards at the gate of the city have been stationed for thousands of years. Except for a limited number of people who can go in and out, ordinary people, who can get out of this Thunder City?
So, Xiao Huang gradually turned into Old Huang and was thrown here.
After a long time, the dream of the owner of the restaurant slowly turned into wine and swallowed it into his stomach.
The old monk suddenly remembered a friend from the past. He was really a very interesting person.
With a pot of wine and a plate of steamed beef, the two can chat from dark to dawn.
That friend said before that peaceful dogs are not as good as people in troubled times. Leicheng looks like Haiyan Qingping, but the people living here are just old-fashioned dogs who only know how to wag their tails and beg for food?
The old abbot smiled, as if thinking of that person brought warmth to his heart.
Xu Jingshan, you laugh that the people in Leicheng are dogs, and you have lived a happy life, but have you ever thought that you are just a speck of dust in this world, who can truly be free and detached from the world?
All living beings are suffering, there is no most suffering, only more suffering.
The old abbot untied the horse.
Patted the horse's buttocks.
He said, "Come on, get out of here."
……
tonight.
A scrawny horse came to the city gate.
The guards who have been stationed for thousands of years are facing the enemy.
A gentle glow bloomed in the wind and snow, and the city gate was reflected like a Buddha's lotus pond.
Dozens of guards holding halberds stood there in a daze.
The skinny horse galloped and broke through the city gate.
The cheerful neighing echoed for a long time at the gate of the city.
……
The little monk at the door of the firewood room suddenly opened his eyes, as if sensing something, burst into tears.
The middle-aged man in the city lord's mansion smashed the solid sandalwood chair, stood up, and took a long time to suppress his inner anger, sighing: "Buddha relic, Buddha relic..."
The old abbot returned to Yichan Temple, and when he reached the door of the firewood room, he drank a little wine and squinted his eyes, as if he was still thinking about it.
Standing in the snowstorm and hesitating for a moment, he nodded to the small tent not far away and said: "Xuanxin, starting tomorrow, Yichan Temple will be handed over to you."
The tent was silent.
The old abbot sighed, "The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, whoever will go to hell. Isn't it for the sake of saving sentient beings that the golden body relics have been cultivated for a hundred years?"
The tent door curtain was lifted, and the little monk came out, clasped his hands together, his expression was unprecedentedly solemn, and asked softly: "Abbot, for the fruit of one person, and abandoning the cause of a thousand people, does this count as entering the way of magic? "
"Calculate."
"Then is he a demon?"
"Of course it counts."
"Since he is a demon, why did the abbot help him?"
The old abbot looked up at the night sky and found that there was not even half a star tonight.
He said slowly: "But there are some things that don't count like that."
……
The Lei family's mansion was almost fully occupied tonight, only a dozen or so members of the clan were left on patrol.
A dark shadow, against the darkness of night, climbed over the wall and entered.
His movements were very skilled, and after landing, he quickly burrowed into a nearby flowerbed to hide.
This person is Neo.
He and Xu Xiaolou acted separately and were arranged to hide near the Lei family.Xu Xiaolou told him that if he had the chance, he would sneak in and check the interior to see if Li Yuewen or Jin Guangyin were inside.Double action.
In the evening, the black people hiding nearby discovered that the people in the mansion suddenly filed out, and they should have received some order to leave urgently.
He hesitated for a while, thinking that the opportunity had come, and finally saw the opening, and climbed over the wall.
He didn't know what happened to the outside world. He didn't know that Xu Xiaolou and others had been taken to the distant snow mountain Leicheng, but Neo was a very competent bodyguard. Since he had agreed to Xu Xiaolou and received money from others, He naturally wants to do his best.
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