Zhang Ping, who was just about to lift his foot, stopped. He stretched his ears to listen to the old monk's intentions.
The owner thought for a while and said, "There is such a Langjun. Do you know him?"
The old monk twirled his Buddhist beads and said, "I am fated to meet him. I wonder if you could pass on a message?"
Before the owner could decide whether to agree or reject, Zhang Ping walked out.
"Is the person you are looking for Zixiao?"
Zhang Ping knew that Wei Ci had many friends, but the monk in front of him was a little strange. How did he know that Wei Ci was staying here?
"Yes. How is Wei Ci doing?"
Zhang Ping believed most of it. He turned to the side and invited the old monk and the novice monk into the house. It was midsummer and the sun was blazing.
"Zixiao's fever hasn't subsided for the past two days. He's so sick that he's about to faint. We've used all kinds of medicine but it doesn't seem to work. " Zhang Ping frowned and said, "Maybe there aren't any good doctors in this small place. Anyway, his illness makes me worried."
The old monk smiled and took off his bamboo hat. He passed the hat and the wooden staff to the novice monk beside him.
"You are wrong. Wei Ci hasn't recovered yet. I'm afraid he's missing a catalyst."
The owner warmly filled a bowl of cold and clean well water. The old monk bowed and took it with a smile, thanking him in a low voice.
Zhang Ping was shocked, "Catalyst? The doctor didn't say that the prescription is missing any catalyst. "
The old monk drank two mouthfuls and passed the bowl to the thirsty novice monk. The child took it and gulped it down.
"This is a catalyst to treat mental illness." The old monk looked benevolent. He lowered his head and asked the novice monk, "Have you had enough?"
The novice monk nodded shyly and passed the bowl back to the owner politely.
Zhang Ping was even more confused, "Mental illness?"
The old monk said, "Wei Ci is still suffering from a serious illness. It's not because of his body. I'm afraid it's because of his heart."
The more Zhang Ping listened, the more he felt that something was wrong. He could not help but slow down his pace as he led the way. He had been staying here with the sick Wei Ci for three days and had never seen this old monk. The moment the other party came, he started talking endlessly as if he knew everything. It was simply not normal!
But on second thought, Wei Ci was an evildoer. How could the friend he befriended be normal?
"Grandmaster, please wait a moment. I'll go and wake Zixiao up." Walking to the door, Zhang Ping nodded at the old monk, then pushed the door open. Wei Ci's face was flushed from the fever, his lips were chapped, even with his eyes closed it was difficult to hide the haggardness and sickness in his eyes. "Zixiao? Wake up! "
"What, what's wrong …"
Wei Ci opened his eyes in a daze. His eyelids seemed to be filled with lead water and it was very difficult to open them.
"A grandmaster who claims to be your friend has come to see you."
When Zhang Ping said this, he felt a little strange. Although Wei Ci was very sick, he could tell that something was wrong.
Just as he was about to speak, a shadow slowly elongated and approached.
An amiable-looking old monk came uninvited and bowed to him. When Zhang Ping saw the shadow, he was so shocked that he turned around abruptly. He leaned to the side and took down the weapon on the rack, staring fiercely at the old monk.
The old monk did not seem to realize that he had startled Wei Ci. He sat straight down and said to Wei Ci, "My Buddhist name is Liaochen.
"My Buddhist name is Liaochen, from Hejian County."
Hearing Hejian County, Wei Ci's eyes brightened, indicating to Zhang Ping that he did not need to be so paranoid.
"Grandmaster, please forgive me. I'm very sick now and am unable to get up to return the greeting." Wei Ci secretly bit the tip of his tongue to make himself more clear-headed. He said in a hoarse voice, "Just now Xiheng said that you know me, but I'm not muddle-headed from my illness. I don't remember when I met you."
Monk Liaochen smiled with his eyes closed. He carefully scanned Wei Ci's face and understood.
"Young friend, I've indeed never met you, but I do know someone who should be familiar with you."
Wei Ci's heart skipped a beat. A person's name appeared in his mind, making him feel defeated.
Even now, he still could not let go of that person. He was possessed.
"Who is the grandmaster referring to?"
"Liu Xi from Hejian County, the son of Liu Prefecture's governor. Judging from her appearance, she and you should have some fate in the mortal world. "
Wei Ci's already red face instantly turned two degrees hotter. He even looked a little embarrassed.
"Ci and that Langjun are both men … Cough, when did the grandmaster take over the Moon Lord's responsibility?"
Although Zhang Ping put down his weapon, he was still wary of the old monk's actions.
However, listening to the conversation between the two, he felt that he seemed to have heard some big news.
Wei Ci and Liu Xi … are both men …
Zixiao actually has the hobby of splitting peaches?
Liaochen did not answer but asked, "Young friend, are you going north to find Liu Langjun?"
Wei Ci responded with silence.
Liaochen continued, "Almsgiver, do you know that the difficulty of recovering from this serious illness is not because of the ineffective medicine, but because of the knot in your heart?"
"What exactly is the grandmaster trying to say, just tell me."
Wei Ci was slowly losing his patience. Because of the foreboding dream, Liu Xi had become a knot that he was unwilling to touch.
If he had been more determined to not let her go to Shangjing, perhaps she would not have encountered the earthquake that should not have existed.
Dongqing was located in the north. There were only three recorded earthquakes in a thousand years. His brain was not damaged, so naturally he remembered it clearly.
In his previous life, there were no earthquakes in Dongqing!
But now it happened.
This made him wonder if this earthquake was a warning from the heavens that a demon was born in the world?
In this world, other than him who came back from the dead, who else could be considered an ominous demon?
"Liu Langjun is fine, she is very lucky. But young friend, if this continues, I am afraid that you will not live long. " Liaochen said frankly, "The Lord of the Fated True Dragon, blessed with luck, even demons and monsters will not be able to get close to him."
When Wei Ci heard this, he broke out in a cold sweat. If not for his weak body, he would have sat up in shock.
"Grandmaster, your words …" Wei Ci looked at Liaochen with a cold and frightening murderous intent.
His face was still the same, but the aura around him was no longer gentle. Instead, it was threatening and sinister.
Liaochen said, "She is still alive. I did not come here to look for you, I just wanted to let you know. Young people are really more impetuous with each generation. Back then, Liu Zhongqing could still listen to me quietly … "
When he finished, he looked at Wei Ci with a look that said, "You are letting down the old man."
Wei Ci responded with silence.
Fine, he'll shut up, alright? You can go on.
"A while ago, the earthquake suddenly happened. According to my prediction, I am afraid it was not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster."
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