Shunyu went to find Chen Erye again, but Chen Rong disappeared. Chen Huan squatted on the Taiwan Corps, holding a small crucian carp in his hand, making the big white cat meow constantly.

She ran into the inner room and walked around before coming out, and asked angrily: "Where is Lord Shen? You are so handsome, don't tell me you are not aware of it!"

Chen Huan snorted coldly and threw the fish to the cat. He said sarcastically: "I really don't know where the second master is. Now he treats Chen Rong in all kinds of good things..." Suddenly, he took a look at Shunyu: "Can you lose favor too?"

"The rumors stop at the wise man, but how can he lose favor without being favored?" Shun Yu was in a difficult mood. He didn't want to get entangled in this anymore, so he just told him the little maid as a painting.

"Prajna Temple?" Chen Huan frowned and repeated, then counted his fingers and jumped up in shock: "Isn't it tomorrow in five days she said?"

Shun Yuhe said, "Mr. Shen is not here, and things are urgent. You and I are idle, so you might as well go there to explore the situation." Chen Huan was still a little hesitant, and she added: "If there is a difference in the situation, I will know the right way."

Seeing that she had decided to leave, Chen Huan explained to the guard Ni Zhong that the two of them went outside the Yingtian Mansion and hired a green carriage to leave without mentioning it.

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The Prajna Temple is at the foot of Qinglong Mountain. Because the incense of the ancient temple has faded, the mountain is natural. The old wood-toothed trees are dense, and the vines are lingering and vines are sealed. You can hear the gurgling sound of springs and the long roar of birds. The more the dilapidated Prajna Temple is, it is indescribable and gloomy.

Two herb collectors wearing erotic clothes and cloth pants and marble shoes walked over with green-skinned bamboo baskets. One was tall, tall, tall, thick eyebrows and steep eyes, and the other was thin, short, white face and red lips. The two were making fun of each other, and they even said who they were, Chen Huan and Shunyu who were disguised.

They went down dozens of stone steps and crossed a single-plank bridge. The Prajna Temple was not far away.

Suddenly, I saw an obese monk drawing water. I didn’t realize anything next to me, but here it seemed very strange.

Shunyu sat on the stone, muttering that he was tired and thirsty, and became terrified.

Chen Huan understood and asked for a question, asking for the wooden ladle in his hand, and wanted to scoop some water to drink, but the monk had just filled the bucket, so he handed the ladle to him and sat on the other side to rest.

Shunyu drank in a small mouthful of water. The spring water was very clear and sweet. Suddenly, he smelled a strange fragrance. Looking along the taste, there were slight fireworks outside the stone.

They looked at the fat monk at the same time. The fat monk looked meaningless and swayed towards the fireworks. He slapped his butt and struggled to move the stones away. The gray smoke surged, and the fragrance became stronger.

"He is cooking chicken." Shunyu's sniff was so greedy, and disdain flashed through Chen Huan's eyes.

But when the fat monk broke the branches and wiped out the sparks, pulled out the ashes of soil, picked out a round object wrapped in dense leaves, and looked at it again. Shunyu guessed it was right. It was indeed a fragrant and oily roast chicken. He didn't avoid it. He tore off a chicken leg, took out a wine gourd from his arms, and drank wine while eating meat, and blew the mountain wind. It was so pleasant.

Shun Yu thought for a moment, took off the bamboo basket on his back, took out a pack of cooked beef, and shouted to the monk: "Can you exchange it for half a chicken?"

The fat monk didn't even raise his eyes and was only concerned about his own benefit. A strange smile appeared on Shunyu's face and sighed, "It's better if this master does not follow the precepts, he has no tolerance, he is afraid he will be repaid in the world."

The monk was deaf, still ignored him, raised his neck and ate wine again, and suddenly felt a "whistle" above his head. He subconsciously turned his head to see, but felt a pain in his shoulders. He instinctively raised his hand and grabbed it. It turned out to be a gray-white earthen snake. He swung his anger and went straight and straight with the flow like a long cloth strip.

Chen Huan's heart was so sank that he was actually a hidden monk.

The wind mixed with raindrops blowing on my face. The weather in the mountains was so cloudy and sunny. Shunyu and Shen Huan didn't care about what they were next to me, and carried bamboo baskets on their backs and ran straight towards the Prajna Temple.

The main hall is full of spider webs and moss on the walls. The three Buddha statues are beyond recognition, with golden bodies peeled off, and only one oil lamp is placed on the altar table, which will be lit without extinguishing.

There was a pile of dry firewood and thatch branches in the corner of the wall, burnt black marks on the ground, and messy trails. It was obvious that someone had stopped here.

Whether it was because the hall was too empty, or the mountain wind was pouring in the broken windows on all sides, or the mist and rain floating all over the sky, Shunyu shivered with his arms in his arms, Chen Huan then picked up the thatch, approached the lights and lit them, and piled up a few firewood, and the flames were scattered and peeled.

Shunyu was about to talk to Chen Huan, but he heard the footsteps staggering from far to near. It turned out to be the fat monk with blood dripping on his shoulders. He sat in front of the fire, his face as dusty as earth, and said, "Can the two donors have herbs, one of which will relieve the venom of my monk's snake?"

Shunyu ate a slice of cooked beef and handed it to Chen Huan, ignoring him.

The fat monk held back his anger and served the roast chicken wrapped in leaves, but no one took it. He sighed and slowly lay down, curled up his body, closing his eyes as if he had fallen asleep.

After a while, Chen Huan couldn't help but ask with a low voice: "Can the wine and meat monk die?"

Shunyu stared at him for a while, shook his head and replied, "I'm not dead, but I'm not far from death."

"I really don't plan to save his life?" Chen Huan asked again.

Shunyu bit his little mouth: "Who told him to refuse to give me half of the roast chicken?"

Chen Huan burst out laughing. He knew a little that Erye Chen liked Feng Sheng so much. He was so cute and silly.

Seeing the monk's lips begin to turn purple and his whole body is swaying, Shunyu then took the bamboo basket. When he came, he bought some herbs to make up. She searched and found a few green grass. Chen Huan brought a thick porcelain bowl from the pedestal. She took it and poured half a bowl of the strong wine from the monk's gourd, then broke the green grass and soaked it in it, picked up a branch and mashed it hard.

Chen Huan asked what kind of grass this is? Shunyu smiled and said, "This grass is commonly known as 'Seven Leaves and One Branch Flower', and is called 'Chonglou' in the pharmacy. It grows by the stream in the south of the Yangtze River and has miraculous effects on snake venom."

She paused, asked Chen Huan to pull the monk's clothes off his shoulder, sprayed the wound with a mouthful of wine, and applied herbs to the snake's teeth biting, took the strap around his waist and tied it tightly, and stopped placing it.

It was raining outside and it was difficult to leave for a moment. Shunyu began to walk and watch in the hall. She was a little confused. There were many places to meet in Nanjing. Who would meet in front of such a devastated and gloomy temple?! In the unofficial history of the officials, there were often either traitors or thieves.

Suddenly she heard a sound. She looked at the sound and saw that there was a black rat squatting in the corner of the wall, holding an egg in her short limbs.

Shunyu rubbed his eyes, yes, it was not a bird egg, snake egg, and beast egg, but a round egg.

There is no one here within five miles, and the woodcutter and medicinal farmers will not bring fragile eggs. She thought for a while and suddenly stomped her feet heavily.
Chapter completed!