Jade ran over to open the door. It was Haisheng who came over and Yan Qingrui left. Haisheng didn't know that at this moment, it was the little monk who came again and he came to inform him.

He saw Yan Qingrui in the yard and couldn't help but take a few more glances. In those eyes, there were both inquiries, concerns, and some hesitation that he wanted to speak but stopped.

Yan Qingrui said: "Come in!"

Haisheng is loyal and has his duty, but the fewer people know about another identity, the better. This may not be a kind of protection for Haisheng.

Haisheng walked in with some restraint.

Yan Qingrui didn't wait for him to ask, and said, "You want to ask me about Guo Qing's condition. She is not very good. Because Xiao Lingling's condition has not improved!"

Haisheng showed a sympathetic and helpless look on his face, indicating his purpose.

Yan Qingrui said, "Go and tell the little master that my heat enters my body, I feel sleepy and weak, and I have already fallen asleep."

Haisheng went out without asking anything.

After a while, he came back and said helplessly: "My little master said, Master, you know that you are not feeling well and the heat is coming into your body, so you have prepared a prescription, and he happened to carry it in your hand!"

Yan Qingrui was also shocked. She casually asked an excuse. Can the little monk deserve a good idea? Or is the old monk really predicting it before he knew it?

She said, "Where is the prescription?"

Haisheng handed over an envelope.

Yan Qingrui took it and the letter paper was a thin cloud paper, with a thin and smooth texture like a cloud. When it was pinched in her hand, it also exuded a faint fragrance of Fantasy.

The letter paper reads yi: There is a girl in the Yan family in the deep mountains, the green rain falls into the world, the fragrance of the stamens supports the beautiful dream, and there is a free heaven in the dream!

This is a hidden poem. On the surface, the four words are Yan Qingrui Meng, but the focus is on the last sentence, and there is a free heaven in the dream.

Is it that she is in a dream, or is it that she comes to this world, just a dream, just a life in a dream?

Yan Qingrui now believes that this old monk is definitely an old charlatan, and he may really know something.

However, in that world, I fell from the building and died. I guess I was already incomplete, and she could not go back. The emotions that the original body could put on her were less and less, and obviously she was already in a vague soul.

Therefore, it is right not to see the old monk.

Yan Qingrui turned around and entered the house, and said as she walked, "You go and reply to the little master, I used the medicine and rest!"

Haisheng then replied, but he didn't come back this time.

However, Yan Qingrui no longer had the mood to eat melons.

She had to go and see tonight, what was the origin of the old monk? However, she didn't make the preparations for meeting people in person, just go and take a look.

The young monk received the reply, but did not stop for too long. He went back to report to the abbot.

In the abbot's meditation room of Bodhi Temple, the abbot's back in white monk's clothes was elegant. After hearing the reward, the beads twisted in his hand did not stop. It seemed that everything was expected and said lightly: "Let her go!"

The little monk stepped back. He saw the abbot's back, so he didn't see the faint smile on the corner of the abbot's lips.

After a while, a monk in his forties came to the meditation room. This was Mingfeng, a monk from the west hall in the temple, who presided over the altar meeting. There was a ritual meeting in Bodhi Temple half a month later. As the matter was arranged, he came to inform the abbot.
Chapter completed!