Mrs. Wen stayed with Li Qing for one night, and only sent someone to send her back the next afternoon. Prime Minister Wen’s post had already been delivered. Li Yunsheng received the post and was overjoyed. Early the next morning, he personally arranged Li Qing’s luggage and vehicle, and took his people to deliver Li Qing to Wen Mansion early in the morning.

A group of dozens of cars walked slowly. Before leaving the city gate, Madam Zheng got out of the car as Li Qing's instructions and walked back.

The group arrived at Lancuiyuan until noon.

At Shen Zhengshi, he woke up from a nap. Wen Qingbo was taken to Luohan Hall by his mother, Mrs. Liu, to listen to the scriptures. Li Qing reported to Mrs. Liu that she was going to Qixia Hall to visit Master Zhiran. Mrs. Liu knew that she was close to Master Zhinan, so she asked her feet with concern. After knowing that it was fine, she arranged a few safe women to carry the small bamboo sedan chair and take her up.

Qixia Temple is the place where Hangu Temple treats women who come to seek medical treatment. When men seek medical treatment, they go to Puji Hall.

Master Guangci, the abbot of Hangu Temple, was frowning, and slowly walking to Qixia Palace with his head down.

He is the 17th generation abbot of Hangu Temple. Since Master Mulian, the abbot of the temple has been the highest medical skills. If the person with the highest medical skills does not become an abbot, he must be a guardian. The abbot with a guardian can only be a secular abbot. Although no one knows it, he understands that since yesterday, he has been a secular abbot! King Ping's illness seems simple, but he cannot diagnose the cause! But King Ping came with the fifth Mulian order that was only passed down by the abbots of all generations!

That Mulian Order! Master Guangci paused slightly, his eyebrows frowned again. Everyone knew the story of the four Mulian Orders. They said that they held the Mulian Order in their hands, and the King of Hell would not accept it. In fact, the Mulian Order was just a wooden sign, but it represented the promise of Master Mulian and the promise of Hangu Temple. If Master Mulian was there, there would naturally be no disease that could not be cured, but if you could not diagnose the cause of King Ping, you would naturally not be able to accept this Mulian Order. Hangu Temple lasted for hundreds of years and was destroyed in your own hands!?

I can only let the Qing girl come and take a look. The sign that popped up that year now seems to have been arranged by the Bodhisattva after drinking this drink.

In the back hall of Qixia Palace, the first Qixia Palace Master Zhiran made a cup of Meishan tea and handed it to Master Guangci. Master Guangci took the tea, drank a few sips before speaking:

"Let me find someone to send me a message and ask Qingya to come to the temple. The faster the better."

"Uncle Master really got what he wanted! Qing Yatou accompanied Miss Wen to the other courtyard to avoid Tai Sui, and now he is about to arrive at Qixia Palace."

Master Zhiran replied with a smile, what can make Uncle Master so worried? I haven’t seen him like this for many years? Twenty years? Thirty years? Master Guangci nodded, and it was so coincidental. It seemed that everything was arranged by the Bodhisattva. The master smiled faintly and drank the tea in the cup. Seeing his brows stretched a little, Master Zhiran secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then added water to him, and continued:

"There are not many people coming to Qixia Palace today, and there is no one who wants to work as a teacher."

Master Guangci nodded and said:

"Since I'm here, I'd better see a few patients. Qing Yatou is here and takes her to the clinic. I have something to say to her."

Master Zhiran was a little surprised. Uncle Master was a little strange today. He opened his mouth and saw that Master Guangci was just looking down to drink tea, but he didn't say anything. After Master Guangci finished drinking the cup of tea, he accompanied him to the clinic next door.

After a few quarters of an hour, two people carried a small bamboo sedan chair and stopped in front of Qixia Hall. Qiuyue walked forward with ease and raised the curtain. Li Qing wore a curtain and held Liuli's hand and walked out of the sedan chair, and entered Qixia Hall lightly and calmly.

The doctor on duty in the hall saw Li Qing and his group of three coming in, smiled and walked forward with his hands together and politely said:

"Miss Qing is here! The master is in the clinic, and Master Guangci is here too."

Li Qing stopped and asked with a smile:

"How long has the master been here? He is earlier than usual today."

"I just arrived half an hour and I have been treating several patients. I have just gotten free now. Miss Qing should go in quickly."

Li Qing nodded and headed to the clinic behind the palace.

In the clinic, Master Guangci was sitting alone in meditation. When he saw Li Qing coming in, his eyes were full of smiles. When Li Qing saw the gift, Liuli put the half-old silver-white cocoon silk cushion held in his arms on the round stool, served Li Qing and sat down, retreated to the outdoor with Qiuyue.

Master Guangci smiled gently, looked Li Qing up and down, and asked with concern:

"Girl Qing, are you doing well these days?"

Li Qing narrowed his eyes and what was the use of talking to the old monk? He worried and replied with a smile:

"Okay! It's almost the same as what I originally thought."

Master Guangci sighed slightly. This girl was too proud. I wonder if she could endure the next moment, so she comforted her:

"Girl, be patient."

"Old monk, I'm fine, you... have something to do? Are you waiting for me?"

Master Guangci nodded, that Mu Lian Ling! He frowned and said for a long time:

"The King Ping from Han came to seek medical treatment. Judging from the pulse, it was too late. But I couldn't diagnose the cause."

Li Qing held back his smile and frowned slightly. The old monk should know that she had not been diagnosing patients for a long time, why...

"Want me to show him?"

Master Guangci nodded, and Li Qing simply refused:

"No! The Ping Wang Wentao is very scheming and has many talents. He is not a good person to deal with. He has concealed his identity and is easy to talk to, but it is not easy for him! I won't cause such trouble!

Old monk, I just want to live more freely. I am a little girl, it would be fine if I understand medical skills a little, but if this medical skills are better than you, then I will never be able to live freely in this life! Maybe I will even lose my life!"

When she first learned medicine, she had the idea of ​​having a skill and survival. She gradually realized that in this world, a woman's skill has nothing to do with medical skills, and this skill is of no use to her life! Moreover, unless she becomes a monk and goes to Qixia Palace to accompany Yue Jing, she will be known that her medical skills are better than Master Guangci, just like a three-year-old doll walking in the downtown area with gold ingots, even people will be robbed! Her troubles are enough to make her headaches now, and she doesn't want to cause more trouble for herself!

Master Guangci said with a wry smile:

"Girl, I'm afraid I can't ignore it this time! You know the Mu Lian Ling incident. I think this last one has been lost for a long time. Unexpectedly, King Ping came with this Mu Lian Ling in the hands of Han Dilin's family."

It turned out to be the Mu Lian Order! Li Qing was surprised and relieved. The master always cherished her. Without the Mu Lian Order, she would definitely not take such a risk!

Mu Lian Ling, the Master Mu Lian, had a soft and warm heart in her heart. She couldn't ignore his affairs no matter what. He said that he would go back for another two years. Did he go back? How did he go back? She had searched through Tianyi Pavilion but couldn't find any clues.

Well, if you prepare in advance, and if you are careful, you may not be able to hide it! Thinking of this, she felt a little moved in her heart.

"Old monk, King Ping must have sent someone to follow you, you...?"

Master Guangci's brows stretched out,

"I thought of this too. I just treated a few patients first, and it wouldn't be abrupt when I see you again. If you are willing to treat it, it's best to put it in Yuehua Pavilion. It's wide and sparse around it, and there is a secret passage in the middle of the back hall leading to Wutong Courtyard."

Li Qing thought about it carefully, and it was appropriate. He nodded.

"Well, don't tell King Ping in advance. It's best to take him directly after entering the mountain gate. Wait until I leave, and let him leave.

However, I may not be able to cure the disease that you can’t even cure, so I can only do my best. Old monk should not hope too much.”

Speaking of this, Li Qing's eyes rolled and he chuckled gently.

"If he is cured, Hangu Temple will be able to recover this Mulian Order. The old monk always wants to say that I want ten hundred-year-old red fruits! Don't bargain!"

Master Guangci also laughed,

"Girl, there are only seventeen red fruits that are more than a hundred years old in the temple. There are too many ten, two hundred years old red fruits, and the rest are only fifty years old."

Li Qing's eyes were filled with joy. She knew that there was no money left in the temple, and only some precious medicine villages were stored to save people. It was rare that the old monk was so generous. Ten red fruits were sold well and almost 20,000 taels of silver. With this money to accompany her, she could get married quickly!

The next morning, a green cloth sedan was carried to Lord Yuehua. The manager and a servant waited King Ping into the pavilion, and the rest retreated from a distance.

Master Guangci stood at the door of Yuehua Pavilion with a smile and led the prince into the pavilion.

The Yuehua Pavilion is not big, with a white cotton curtain hanging in the middle, dividing the Yuehua Pavilion from the middle into two. In front, where the Pingwang and Master Guangci stood, there was an elm armchair leaning against the curtain. Behind the curtain, there was nothing visible.

The manager carefully helped the prince to sit down. Master Guangci slightly opened a crack in the middle of the curtain that had just accommodated an arm. King Ping reached out his hand. He took his hand with one hand on the curtain and gently placed it on the diagnosis pillow. Then several slightly chilled fingers placed on the pulse. After a while, he signaled him to change his hand.

After half a fragrant slightest, after finishing the pulse, he knocked the wooden fish on the other side of the curtain. Master Guangci reached into the crack and took a small white porcelain cup. While handing it to the servant standing, he said to King Ping with a smile:

"Donor, Mr. Mu asked you to give you three drops of blood to identify the cause of the disease."

The servant knelt on the ground and held the cup in front of King Ping. King Ping bit his fingers with his teeth and squeezed out a few drops of blood and dripped it into the cup. The blood test was fresh!

The servant carefully handed the cup in through the crack.

Qiuyue took it and placed it on the high table in front of Li Qing. Li Qing frowned and pouted. She hated touching such things the most, but she had to helplessly stretch out her index finger, dipped blood from the cup, twisted it with her big finger, put it under her nose and smelled it carefully. Sure enough, there was a smell of fishy smell. Qiuyue took the cup far away, and the lady hated these dirty things the most. Oh, the lady is obsessed with cleanliness! She hurriedly brought a small basin containing brown soup to Li Qing. Li Qing put two fingers in and washed it. Qiuyue turned and put it down, and then brought the small basin containing only hot water to come forward. Li Qing washed his hands carefully, feeling much better, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

This was poisoned. Li Qing was stunned for a while, and then picked up the pen, wrote a few lines of words on the paper, folded it a few times, Qiuyue knocked on the wooden fish and handed the note out of the crack.

Master Guangci took the note, opened it and asked:

"Donor, Mr. Mu asked you if you have practiced a kind of innate true qi that is extremely yang and strong, and you have already achieved great success?"

King Ping looked surprised. Mr. Mu had been mysterious for a long time, but he seemed to have some real skills.

"Sir, wise."

"Since the illness, the true qi becomes weaker and weaker and difficult to operate. If you use your power, will the meridians, muscles, bones and bones in the body be painful?"

“That’s exactly that.”

King Ping replied solemnly, and a light flashed in his eyes. Mr. Mu was a little extraordinary. Maybe he shouldn't have died!
Chapter completed!