Bao Bao Won’t Die Easily

6

"The butterfly 鸳鸯 amphibious □□, full garden □□ is intoxicating, quietly asking the holy monk, is the daughter beautiful?"

Looking away from the tenderness in front of me, a month-old white shirt, a blue square scarf, and a handsome scholar of Duan Fang came into view. Still, those flexible, big-eyed eyes betrayed the **** of the scholar.

The little monk admired for a while and said, "Beauty."

Baoyi narrowed her eyes with a smile, and patted her on the bald head: "Good."

At this moment, the fluff that had been difficult to accumulate on the brain of Mu Xingchan's brain was removed from the grass and turned back into white water and boiled eggs. People also changed back to commoner monks' robes, and they looked like a gentle and peaceful monk again.

It is a pity that the Buddha's heart is no longer there, and now even "Fanxin" is to be suppressed, so I am not very happy.

Baoyi originally wanted Mu Xingchan to play a high monk, but once Mu Xingchan was too young, and secondly, Mu Xingchan was not ordained, he could not wear it, and he could only act as a monk who walked freely. It is a magic stick, but there is some error in the level.

The two disguised themselves and came to Lanfu to knock on the door. When the porter saw Bao Yi, he frowned, thinking that he had come to the Lan family to cheat money again, but when he saw Mu Xingchan behind her, he was a little embarrassed.

Mu Xingchen practiced since childhood, and lived in the temple for many years. He carried a mysterious movement with every move. He just stood there, closed his arms tenfold, raised the first room, the unique and peaceful combination of Zen. His own beauty is shocking, and I just feel that I have been called Dharma washing all over.

Even the treasure of knowing the truth can't help but admire: This **** stick is full of drama!

"This is ..." The steward had been unable to look away.

"This is Master Xingchan." Bao Yi introduced.

In the country where the Buddha was worshiped in Xiliang, the people worshipped Buddha statues, and the temples were countless, and the status of monks was very high. When the concierge met Mu Xingchan, he immediately changed his attitude and said respectfully: "The master is polite."

"Master Xingchan came from Fangcun Mountain and traveled around, through Yancheng, Wenlan's family was in trouble, and he came here to help."

In fact, since the little boy in Lanfu became ill, the Lanjia concierge had to listen to it seven or eight times a day. At first, there was some expectation. Later, he did not report the expectation, and most of them directly sent away. But the outside man was really like a man in heaven, which made him dare not treat them equally. Moreover, this person said that they came from Fangcun Mountain. The Da Ci'an Temple and the Xiao Ci'an Temple on Fang Cun Mountain are well-known, if not ordinary people dare to apply the names of these two temples.

"Master, please wait for me to announce."

Plan pass.

Bao Yi glanced back at Mu Xingchan.

The latter has been settled from the beginning, with eyes, nose, nose, and heart, an untouched state of the world, but thinking: If the master knows that the first thing he goes down the mountain to experience the red dust is to hit Da Ci'an Temple I don't know how I would feel about it.

Will probably return the two words, saying: Hehe.

Good and good, sin and sin.

As Bao Yi expected, after a while, the porter led a person who looked like a steward to greet him: "Which is the master from Ci'an Temple? Please come soon."

The steward was the same as the concierge. When he saw Mu Xingchan, he was shocked to the heavens, and even polite to his peers, he immediately came to the hall to serve tea.

Supervisor: "My old lady has gone out and hasn't returned yet. Please wait for two distinguished guests."

"It doesn't matter." Baoyi seemed to have known that, without showing any regret.

I didn't come to see Mrs. Lan.

"We're here just to do a little for the little boy. I'm dissatisfied with you, saying that Master Xingchan didn't want to be affected by all things, and I'll let him say that the Lan family has a good name in the area of ​​Qijiang. It is a man of great fortune. Moreover, since he has already come to Yancheng, it is fate. Let ’s take a look at it. If it is really a devil who saved the Lan family, but also the people in Yancheng? ”

Baoyi's rhetoric was unpretentious, sincere and sincere, and soon won the favor of the steward: "The master comes from Cangshan, and this son does not know ..."

"My last name is Huo, from Beijing. I lost my list this year, so I lost my mind of studying. I came to Yancheng to do some small business. When I was young, I was next to Master Xingchan in my hometown. This happened by chance. Look."

"So it is."

Hearing Baoyi said this, the housekeeper knew the origin of the two. It seems that this son Huo wanted to settle down in Yancheng, and specially invited the master of Ci'an Temple to sell in Lan's house. This is also a clever person. After all, the Lan family in Yancheng even gave local officials a concession of three points, and they had a good relationship with the Lan family, so they will not worry about their financial future.

The Lan family has a great career. They are not afraid of people remembering it, but they are afraid of not knowing the root cause. The other party's intentions are clear and clear in the future, but they make people practical. Moreover, the two were not even anxious to see the master. It can be seen that they have a good idea. Anyway, after curing the little boy, the Lan family will have to thank them. Are they afraid to see the master Lan? In particular, the monk named Xingchan didn't say a word from beginning to end, but it can't be ignored. Although he is a little younger, he has a dusty temperament, and it is said that no monk has no one to believe.

There was some hope in the management's help.

"That being the case, come with me."

He has been familiar with these matters since the young boy became ill. The old man explained that if someone came to see the little boy when he was not in the house, you don't have to wait. Take it to see someone first.

Anyway, no one dared to pretend to be in Lancheng, Yancheng.

The little boy is now housed in a small yard near the weeping flower gate. Inside is the inner house. There are many female relatives in Lanfu. The man outside the door is determined not to enter. In addition, he is afraid that the little boy ’s illness will be passed on to the elderly and children. It was also set up outside-the home would not be bad at all, after all, it was the Lan family.

The moment the door opened, a blast of heat blew, Bao Yi settled down and looked inside, and her face suddenly sank.

There are actually five or six charcoal pots in this house, which are only in the autumn, so it is so cold everywhere. The Daci'an Temple on the top of Fangcun Mountain is already winter temperature, and the monk just added an extra single. The little child was kept in such a room all day long, and he was brought out when he was not sick.

Baoyi couldn't help but cry: "What is this? Get this out of here, you are doing bad things!"

"Can't withdraw, can't withdraw," the supervisor said. "My son knows something. The young master got a strange disease and was extremely cold. He would be frightened when he withdrew the brazier. He wouldn't take medicine. He was distressed all night. We couldn't help it."

"So?" Bao Yi frowned, "Let me see."

In the original book, the children of the Lan family originally had them. The youngest son of the family was really sick, but the disease was not caused by himself, but was scared. That's why she dared to volunteer to "treat the disease". How can you see that this is not the case?

Bao Yi used to have a young lady from the Xinglin family, so she looked up and asked, although she could not be called subtle, she really knew a little. When she came to the bed, she saw a five- or six-year-old child covering her quilt, sweat beads on her forehead, and her body was obviously unwell, but she still clung to the quilt without letting go.

The maidservants half coaxed and coerced them to reveal a small head from the quilt, and Baoyi could see it clearly. The child was chubby, but his face was flushed, sweat was dripping, his eyelids were closed, he was not asleep, but he was troubled by nightmares.

The child was obviously awake but still pretending to sleep. The child itself was active, and it was mostly because of fear that he could nest in the house like this. Covering your head with a quilt is a reflection of insecurity.

Such a small child is scared into this, I am afraid that even if it is good, there will be a shadow in the heart, and future mental growth will fall into the root of the disease.

Baoyi diagnosed the pulse of the younger son. She came in from outside and had a cool body temperature. She deliberately covered the younger son's forehead with the palm of her hand. The younger son felt comfortable and cool, and posted a post subconsciously. People were much quieter. Baoyi listened carefully.

Chongyang will be overcast, and the heat will be extremely cold.

The child was first caught by the wind and cold, and then heated by a hot fire. He stayed in this charcoal basin every day, and it was difficult to get rid of the fire. Now the cold ca n’t escape, and it ’s naturally cold and hot. Uncomfortable.

This is not a big problem. The problem is that the little boy suppresses his instinct.

When people are hot, they want to blow hair, when they are cold, they want to bake fire. This is all instinct. Children especially don't suppress themselves. When they are hot, they drink cold water and eat ice. When they are cold, they hold the stove. They are all hidden dangers, so adults need to look after them. But this little boy Lan Lan is just the opposite. He is obviously too hot, but he is afraid to leave the charcoal basin. Why?

As soon as Baoyi let go, her little arm retracted into the quilt. Baoyi wiped the sweat on his hand with his sleeve and said quite solemnly: "Let's say outside."

The group returned to the flower hall, and Chen Guanshi saw Bao Yi's solemn expression, and he could not help but follow his heart. The same was true of the previous doctors. He had a diagnosis, left without saying anything, and did not even prescribe medicine because of this. The old lady was also sick. Everyone knows that the old lady has a heart attack. If the younger son is not good, the old lady probably does not want to be well.

"Supervisor, I might as well say that this little young man got is really ... not a serious illness."

Baoyi panted, but called Chen Guanshi a moment.

The old man couldn't help laughing: "Is the kid joking?"

"Nature isn't," Baoyi said calmly. "Although the medicine is not good, the cold syndrome can still be seen. Just remove the charcoal basin and prescribe a few medicines to the little boy. It is not difficult. ,The problem is……"

Baoyi paused deliberately, raising everyone's appetite, and said, "Is the little boy unwilling to take medicine?"

The steward's eyes brightened.

"Is it shivering and crying at night, so I can sleep in the day?"

The steward busy said: "Exactly, dare to ask what is the problem?"

Isn't this a symptom of wind chill?

Bao Yi said with a serious face: "I can cure the coldness of the little boy, but this crying disease ... Master Luo Xingchan will be there."

The steward suddenly understood, but was also frightened: "Why, is there really such an impure thing in this house?"

The manager asked Bao Yi, but his eyes turned to Mu Xingchan who was silent.

Fang Cai Mu Xingchan was also present, but instead of entering the room, he waited in the courtyard, as if he was avoiding something unclean. Such a monk in the form of heaven and man is so vigilant that this thing is fierce. Old people always value things about ghosts and gods, and can't help leaving some cold sweat at the moment.

In the past, I also invited some monks and priests, and also opened altars in the yard to do tricks. The young master was scared by these movements and cried even more fiercely at night. After a series of troubles, the backyard began to be disturbed, so afterwards, Master Lan would not allow these movements.

For a long time, in the eyes of everyone's expectations, Mu Xingchan said, "No need to do anything, the poor monk is in the courtyard tonight, the young master can sleep peacefully."

The manager was overjoyed, "Is that all right?"

It's that simple? Other monks came, but they fought a great battle, and at last they said that they couldn't hold back the demon.

"Of course not," Bao Yi said. "There is also a labor manager who will tell me to grab a few medicines. Let's take a two-pronged approach to make the young master recover soon."

The supervisor did not notice that he was surrounded by two people and said nothing. Without using the other person to speak, he had left the two in Lanfu by default.

Baoyi and Mu Xingchan used the excuse to go back to prepare, and they left Lanfu, but stopped a carriage at the door. Baoyi thought that it was Master Lan who came back and wanted to say hello, didn't want the curtain to open, and a beautiful young woman stepped out of the car.

The manager's eyes lighted up, he immediately left the two, and hurriedly ran to the car to help him: "Miss, you have come back so early! It just so happened that two good people came here and said they could cure the little boy's illness, I About to follow you ... "

"Boom away."

what?

Suddenly, the steward.

The woman's voice was clear and indifferent: "Chen Guanshi, can't understand me? Little Master is just frightened, just rest. I don't need to ask any monk Taoist priests. The Lan family is not a place where these gods play tricks. My father I'm confused, why am I confused. Blast away! "

"This lady!"

Bao Yi stepped forward, his voice was loud: "Why is it so determined that my two are money-loving villains? My wife is unwilling to even try, isn't it that I don't want the little boy's illness to recover?"

The words did not fall, the woman's beautiful eyes looked towards Baoyi, her eyes sharp as ice thorns.

found it!

Baoyi pouted.

Lan Yuxiang, the eldest daughter of the Lan family, had what Yuan Ying wanted, in this woman's hands.