Transformed into the control group, relying on the spiritual spring space to feed four children

Chapter 144: Entering Jinghua Temple Again

"That's right," Wan Xuan comforted Shui Yancai when she saw that she looked unhappy, "But don't worry, my master happened to have a book about this disease, and it can be cured, so just pay attention to it in the future."

Lin Shi only felt a chill on his back. He also checked Mercury Sword's pulse, which was indeed a little slow, but he thought it was the pulse of an epidemic. He didn't expect it to be some other disease.

He was finished. He could foresee how the Mercury Sword would treat him after waking up.

Several people fed Mercury Jian medicine and stood guard by his bed. At noon, he just had a bite to eat in the small kitchen.

Finally in the afternoon, Mercury Sword finally woke up.

Shui Yancai didn't dare to blink, just waiting to see Shui Xingjian wake up. He felt his pulse, the temperature on his forehead, and checked everywhere, and finally confirmed: "The fever is gone."

Shui Xingjian wanted to open his mouth to speak, but found something in his mouth, so he quickly took it away, his voice still a little weak: "You guys have worked hard, you won't guard me for the whole afternoon, right?"

Wan Xuan was reading a medical book on the side. "It's good that you know."

Shui Yancai grabbed Shui Xingjian's hand and said, "Grandpa, why didn't you tell me that you had a cold? Why didn't I know about it before?"

Shui Xingjian smiled and rubbed his head: "You are just a little kid, why do you know so much?"

Shui Yancai slapped his hand away, "Now that I know, shouldn't you confess?"

"You kid..." Shui Xingjian coughed at Jisheng and pretended to be weak and lay back on the bed, "I think I'm still a little tired and need to sleep for a while."

Shui Yancai was not willing to let him go and kept standing by and asking questions.

Under Wan Xuan's care, several patients suffering from the epidemic all began to get better.

Mercury Sword, the last one to be infected, recovered slower due to the cold.

After what happened to Lin Shi, Wan Xuan no longer followed Wen Yan around. She stayed in the pharmacy all day long, and she was the one who prepared and boiled the medicine for several people.

Her vigilant look made Lin Shi feel ashamed. Although he stayed in Zhongjing Hall all day, he always wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

Mercury Sword has gotten better in the past few days, so I'm afraid we'll have to start treating him soon.

There were undercurrents in the clinic, but with the two people from the Shui family there, Wen Yan was not worried about Wan Xuan.

After sending Wan Xuan to the clinic in the morning, she planned to go to Jinghua Temple.

As Wen Yan was going up the mountain, he was crowded with people in front and behind him. No matter they were officials or ordinary people, they were all very pious.

Although I came to Jinghua Temple to pray again after ten years last year when I was the emperor, there shouldn’t be so many people here, right?

Wen Yan sweated a lot on the way up the mountain, and stood in an open space halfway up the mountain to rest.

There were several people standing nearby who were also exhausted and chatting.

"Do you think the legend is true?" the woman in green asked the woman in pink beside her curiously.

Another said: "How could it be fake? Many people saw it that day!"

Another legend?

Wen Yan thought that she had heard the legend last year, but at that time she did not connect the crying of the woman in the legend with Yang. She could only say that it was fate.

Wen Yan had a curious and kind smile on her face: "Ladies, what legend are you talking about? I'm from another place to fulfill a vow, so I don't know yet."

The woman in green saw that Wen Yan had a kind face and was very generous: "Repay your wish?"

The two looked at each other, and Pinky said, "It really works."

"Since you are from another place, I will tell you. I heard that in April, Master Yuanyin of the temple offended someone in the palace for some reason. As a punishment, they wanted to burn Master Yuanyin alive as a warning to others." The woman in green said mysteriously, "You can't tell anyone about this. We only dare to talk about it behind their backs."

Wen Yan nodded: "Of course."

"As a result, on the day of the execution, it rained heavily, soaking all the firewood. The officials replaced the firewood with straw, poured oil and wine, and finally burned the master to death. But just after Master Yuanyin died, the sky suddenly cleared up. The most important thing was that even though it was covered by ashes, everyone saw that the master's bones turned into 108 relics, each of which was golden and sparkling!"

The green-clothed woman continued, "Don't you think it's magical? Everyone says that Master Yuanyin has attained enlightenment and become an immortal. But no one knows how he offended the people in the palace. However, no one dared to discuss it, and many people were arrested for discussing it."

Wen Yan's ears were buzzing. Even though she had guessed about Master Yuan Yin's death a long time ago, she couldn't help but sigh when she heard it for real.

After saying goodbye to the two people, Wen Yan continued to climb the mountain.

Coincidentally, as soon as I entered the main hall, I met the little monk whom I met the last time.

Seeing Wen Yan, the little monk was stunned for a moment and then immediately came forward: "Donor, I haven't seen you for almost a year."

Wen Yan didn't expect that he still remembered her, "Yes, it's been almost a year."

The young monk made a "please" gesture to Wen Yan, "Please follow me. The abbot said that you will definitely come back in the future, so he asked me to come and invite you."

The young monk led Wen Yan out of the main hall and went to the abbot's residence through the side corridor.

Wen Yan suppressed the sadness in her heart and asked, "Master Yuan Yin, is it because..."

The young monk put his hands together and said, "Donor, you cannot mention my uncle in Jinghua Temple."

Even so, he still called Yuanyin "Master Uncle". The young monk knocked on the door and said, "Master, the person you are waiting for is here."

An old voice came from inside: "Let her in."