surrogate wife

The next day, Wen Yumu got up before dawn.

He boiled hot water, washed quickly, and when he left, Xue Yi was still sleeping, and the first ray of dawn just appeared in the sky.

The air in the morning is a bit chilly, and as soon as the door is opened, the cold air from the mountains blows in.

Fortunately, his physical fitness is excellent now, and he adapted quickly.

He took a breath into his palms, rubbed his hands to warm them up, and walked down the mountain.

Although Qingtuo Mountain is right next door to Qingliang Mountain, as the old saying goes, Wangshan is a dead horse.

First down the mountain, then on the road, then up the mountain, to Yunya Temple, non-stop all the way, just in time for the temple to open.

The first incense stick in a day actually does not refer to the first stick of incense, but the incense burnt in the first hour.But Wen Yumu is determined to grab the first stick of incense after opening the door every day in order to do his best.

After burning incense every day, he would donate two taels of money for sesame oil.

After seven days like this, the novice monks in the temple basically knew him, and they couldn't help but wonder what he was asking for, so pious.

Xue Yi was so distressed, he took his hand and said, "I can't see you every day when I wake up, and the students are much later than you in morning class, so why bother?"

"When burning incense is not burning, you can pay more for sesame oil."

Wen Yumu responded to his persuasion with a smile, but he didn't say no. He still left early the next day, and Xue Yi couldn't stop him even if he wanted to.

After another seven days, all the abbots in the temple were alarmed.

This kind of perseverance is not only recognized by the monks in the temple, but even the pilgrims who come here often.

On this day, after offering incense, he donated money for sesame oil as usual, and when he was about to leave, a young novice came to invite him, saying that the abbot invited him to have a talk.

Wen Yumu was overjoyed that it finally worked.

He was taken by the little monk to a small courtyard at the back of the monastery, with a low wall and a wooden door, which is simple and interesting in construction.

"Amitabha, the abbot is inside, the almsgiver, please come in."

Wen Yu thanked him, pushed the door open and went in, only to see an old monk in the courtyard, sitting in front of the stone table with a kind face and kind eyes, on which were some plain dishes.

"Amitabha." The old monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's mantra, "Almsgiver, please sit down."

Wen Yu Mu Yiyan sat down, clasped his hands together and saluted, and said: "The abbot invited me, but he already knows what I want in my heart."

The old monk sighed and said: "I already know that the benefactor is Xue Layman's wife, so I naturally understand that you are here for Uncle Wuguo."

Wen Yumu looked at him expectantly.

The old monk drooped his brows and said in a low voice: "It's just that Master Wuguo is already plagued by serious illnesses and is unable to heal others anymore."

"To be honest, the old man returned to Yunya Temple just because he sensed that he was going to pass away."

Wen Yumu didn't expect this to happen, he frowned and said: "But I heard before that the master once healed the people who came to him, why did he not work when he came to my place?"

The old monk said: "Don't misunderstand the benefactor. When the master uncle just came back, he was not so seriously ill. Out of compassion, he treated the believers who came to the door."

"It's just that his condition has deteriorated very badly in the past few days, and now he can't see things clearly, so it is said that he cannot be diagnosed and treated for Layman Xue."

Wen Yumu said dejectedly: "It seems that our fate is not good."

The old monk couldn't bear to chant the Buddha's voice.

Wen Yumu said again: "Abbot, Master Wu Guo is very knowledgeable, he must have diagnosed and treated my husband's illness, can you give me a good medicine."

The old monk was a little embarrassed, "This...doctors pay attention to what they see, hear and ask, and it may not be appropriate to prescribe medicine rashly without a diagnosis. My uncle has a stable temperament and a doctor with a benevolent heart. I am afraid he will not agree to such a trifling act."

Wen Yumu exhausted his acting skills all his life, knelt down, and wept anxiously: "I beg the master to give me medicine, even if it doesn't work, I will never complain, do my best and obey the fate."

The old monk sighed and helped him up, "Get up quickly, benefactor, I'll help you talk to my uncle. It's just that it's not up to me to decide whether it will be successful or not."

Wen Yumu sincerely thanked: "Thank you, Abbot."

……

The sun rises and sets, day and night change, and half a month passes in a flash.

In the past half month, Wen Yumu was rejected several times by Master Wuguo, but he persevered and still came to burn the first stick of incense every morning.

On this day, the abbot called a young novice to invite him to talk.

The old monk's face looked more sad, and when he saw Wen Yumu, his brows drooped even more, "Amitabha, benefactor, everything in the world is a sea of ​​suffering, why force it."

Wen Yumu said guiltily: "I know that I forced others to make things difficult, but there are some things that I have to force."

The old monk said: "If you can't ask for it, wouldn't it be more difficult?"

Wen Yu said: "If you can't ask for it, then keep asking. There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, but I am willing to suffer myself."

The old monk sighed, "Forget it, come with me to see Master Wu Guo."

"Uncle Master can no longer see things, and it is inconvenient to move. He felt the donor's persistence and decided to agree to your request to make a medicine for you, called Jiuhua Xumaisan."

Wen Yumu didn't expect this to happen, and thanked him in surprise, "Thank you, Abbot, and thank you, Master Wuguo."

The old monk said: "You don't need to thank the benefactor. The uncle said that he got this medicine by chance when he was traveling. He didn't know the source and no one used it. It's just that he suddenly felt recently that it was the right medicine, so he asked for it. Let me tell you clearly, he doesn't know the real effect of this medicine."

Wen Yumu thought it was a bit mysterious, but he chose to believe in Linglu, not to mention that it had no effect, even if it was poisonous, he would not be afraid.

He said gratefully: "I understand. I think Master Wuguo must have been inspired by the Buddha to think of such a blind medicine. I believe him."

The abbot led him to a secluded room, "Although Master Wuguo is handicapped, he doesn't want us to serve him, and he did the medicine dispensing by himself."

"He still has something to say to you, benefactor, please go in."

Wen Yumu pushed the door open and entered, only to see an old monk sitting on the ground in front of the low table, with his head slightly bowed, his beard and hair were white, and his eyebrows were also snow-white, long hanging down to the side of his face.

He smiled quietly, his eyes were closed, and he was not breathing.

Wen Yumu couldn't hear the sound of breathing, so his heart sank. When he got closer, he saw a box of ointment on the table. Under the ointment was a folded piece of paper. When he opened it, it was a prescription.

In addition, there is a piece of white paper spread out.

There are four words written on the white paper: I see lotus.

He picked up the paper, feeling all sorts of feelings in his heart.

Going to see Master Wuguo again, he has indeed passed away.

He took the ointment with both hands, kowtowed respectfully, "Thank you, master, for giving me the medicine."

He looked carefully at the prescription of Jiuhua Xumaisan, and found that it was very simple, it only wrote nine kinds of flowers, and said that the ointment could be made by using the petals of these nine kinds of flowers, supplemented with spirit dew.

He also said that although he had finished more than half of the ointment, he was still short of a medicine, but he believed that Wen Yumu could solve it by himself.

Wen Yumu understood in his heart, and thanked silently in his heart again, thank you master for fulfilling.

……

The news of Master Wuguo's death spread to the ears of every believer following the sound of the death knell at Yunya Temple. Slowly, the news of Wen Yumu's seeking medicine also spread.

After begging for a month, the master exhausted his life and made a ointment that had never been made before. This incident was full of legends, and was talked about by people in the streets and alleys, and passed on.

Now everyone is looking forward to it, waiting to see if this medicine can cure Xue Yi's leg disease. If it does, then this matter will really become a legend.

When the matter spread to Xue's family, Xue's mother and Lu's family could only be happy, wishing to burn incense and pray to Buddha at home every day to seek spiritual manifestation.

When it reached the Wen family, there were two rumors.

Master Wen naturally hoped that Xue Yi would get well soon, and he would have a bright face if he passed the imperial examination.

Mrs. Wen's eyes were darkened, and her heart was burning with anxiety. She just missed the villain and cursed Xue Yi for not being cured.

Even the boudoir Wen Yuruan and Wen Yujing knew about it.

Wen Yujing secretly laughed, and secretly prayed that her brother-in-law's legs would be fine.

Wen Yurou's heart became tangled, and she ran to Mrs. Wen's room with tears in her eyes, "Mother, I, I don't want him to be well, I don't want him to be well, woo woo woo..."

Even if her heart fell on Xue Yi, she didn't want him to get better at all.

If he's not good, she can tell herself that what I did was right, but if he's good, then isn't everything she did a joke?

Mrs. Wen hugged her, patted her on the back and coaxed her softly: "Rou'er is not afraid, he will never recover. He has been seen by the imperial doctor for his injury, so it is not so easy to heal. Even if he recovers, he is just a scholar , it may not be successful."

Wen Yurou cried for a long time, her eyes hurt from crying, and the tears gradually stopped.

Mrs. Wen comforted her and said: "You can go to prepare for marriage with peace of mind. Your husband-in-law is already a successful candidate. After you get married, add more fragrance to your red sleeves and urge him to study, and he will definitely be able to improve to the next level."

That's all I can hope for.

No matter how domineering she is, she is only in the backyard of Wen's family. After going out this door, she is no longer able to control Wen Yumu, let alone Xue's family.

When she thought that she might have done something wrong, she felt a palpitation in her heart, and hated Wen Yumu.