Song Shuwen was taken to a meditation room by Jiu Dazhi. There was a bed in the middle of the meditation room, and a young man was on it, who was the abbot.

Many people saw Jiu Dazhi leading a person from the Central Plains, and their eyes widened and their faces were full of incredible feelings.

Someone couldn't help asking, "What does this mean?"

Jiu Dazhi clasped his hands together and explained to everyone: "This donor is a miracle doctor."

But everyone still shook their heads and said unhappily: "The abbot is dead, what's the use of the miracle doctor?"

Their faces were full of doubt and dissatisfaction, and their eyes were full of doubts when they looked at Song Shuwen.

Song Shuwen looked at everyone's suspicious eyes and said calmly: "There is a state of fake death, maybe this is the case for the abbot. If not, I will leave by myself, and there will be no loss to you anyway."

After hearing his words, everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and started to whisper and whisper.

After a while, someone said, "It seems that's the case."

Others also nodded in agreement.

So, Song Shuwen walked to the bed and began to carefully examine the abbot's body. The other monks surrounded him and were talking in a low voice.

"Can this work?"

"What can a person from Central Plains have?"

"Oh, let's take a life."

After a while, Jiu Dazhi couldn't help but ask nervously: "What's the situation?"

He stared at Song Shuwen tightly, and sweat beads emerged from his forehead.

Song Shuwen frowned and did not immediately answer Jiu Dazhi's words, but carefully checked the abbot's physical condition.

The monks around him suddenly became quiet, and all their eyes were focused on Song Shuwen, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Jiu Dazhi was anxious and asked again: "What's going on? Tell me quickly!"

Song Shuwen then slowly raised his head and said with a serious expression: "The situation is not very optimistic, but... it is not completely hopeless."

When Jiu Dazhi heard this, his heart was raised to his throat and asked quickly: "What does it mean? Tell me clearly!"

Song Shuwen took a deep breath and said, "The abbot's pulse is extremely weak, and it does seem like he is a fake death, but it needs further confirmation."

Someone suddenly became very happy and said excitedly: "It's great, the abbot is still saved!" But some monks frowned and said with a questioning face: "Is this a liar? How could such a coincidence be made!"

Jiu Dazhi's face darkened and he said loudly: "Don't make noise!"

Then he looked at Song Shuwen and said, "Donor, please continue to check."

Song Shuwen nodded, focused his attention on the abbot again, and carefully exploring every detail.

Song Shuwen checked with concentration, and fine beads of sweat gradually oozed out of his forehead.

Some of the monks around were pacing anxiously, while others folded their hands and prayed silently.

After a moment, a young monk couldn't help but say, "Is it OK? Don't delay the abbot's burial!"

Jiu Dazhi glared at him fiercely and scolded: "Quiet!"

After a while, Song Shuwen pretended to check, while secretly looking at the monks.

His eyes swept across each monk's face quickly, and he thought to himself: If the host was poisoned, then it might have something to do with the people around him.

He observed the monks' expressions and reactions quietly. Some monks looked anxious, as if they were really worried about the safety of the abbot; some monks looked nervous.

Song Shuwen frowned slightly, and the doubts in his heart became bigger and bigger.

After a while, Song Shuwen finally let go of his hand, straightened his body, and breathed a sigh of relief, "I probably have a way, I can go and collect herbs. But don't bury the host for the first time. As long as I can collect herbs successfully, the abbot will definitely be able to survive."

He looked at everyone with a confident look on his face.

Some monks still had a half-believing look on their faces when they heard this. One of them curled his lips and said, "Can this work? Don't be fooling us."

Jiu Dazhi looked at Song Shuwen, then looked at the host lying on the bed, pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, let's do what you said."

Song Shuwen then said, "However, there may be dangers during the process of collecting herbs. I asked several monks to follow me to protect me."

Jiu Dazhi nodded and said, "This is no problem, I will make arrangements."

Song Shuwen felt relieved in his heart, thinking that he must find out the truth.
Chapter completed!