Chapter 1772: Donor, Don't Be Irritable

Half a month later, the verdict came down.

The Ministry of Justice maintained the Jingzhao Prefecture's verdict, exile to Xizhou for ten years. It could be considered giving enough face to the Jingzhao Prefecture. The two Yamen rarely had an intimate time.

He Shouzhang didn't expect that Chen Guanlou had really handled the matter.

On the day of departure, he pulled his daughter to kneel down together and kowtow to Chen Guanlou.

Chen Guanlou avoided slightly and accepted half the courtesy. "Official He doesn't need to be like this. This trip to Xizhou is a long way, and the further south, the more the weather tests people. If your body is not good on the road, don't force it, find a doctor if you should, take medicine if you should. Remember, living has a future."

For this, he also specially prepared enough medicine for the father and daughter to support them to Xizhou, medicine prepared by Medical Official Mu. It was very effective for diseases caused by miasma, water and soil incompatibility, and regional climate and diet.

The father and daughter were so excited they didn't know what to say.

They said directly that after arriving in Xizhou and settling down, they would set up a long-life tablet for Chen Guanlou, blessing him with a long life!

Chen Guanlou:...

You are the one with a long life, your whole family has a long life!

So angry!

He had a smiling face. "If you really have heart, just hope I live forever! Although it's a false statement, I'm happy to hear it."

He Shouzhang didn't understand, but he was willing to listen. "I listen to the master, blessing the master with eternal life!"

"That's good!" Chen Guanlou showed a sincere smile and sent the father and daughter away.

This year's summer was exceptionally hot!

Su Xiaobao had heatstroke and lay down for several days. The heatstroke problem was solved, but his body was still weak and he couldn't get out of bed.

Chen Xiaolan was anxious, changed two doctors, and let Mu Wenxu diagnose, but none were effective.

Su Xiaobao was getting weaker day by day, and the condition developed extremely rapidly.

Had to beg Medical Official Mu.

Chen Guanlou learned of Su Xiaobao's illness.

He rushed to his eldest sister's house, only to see a bald donkey standing at the door, and his eldest sister Chen Xiaolan waving a broom to drive the bald donkey away.

"Sister, what's going on?"

Seeing her younger brother, Chen Xiaolan seemed to have a backbone and complained loudly, "This monk is very rude. He said he could cure the illness, so I asked him to enter the mansion with the attitude of a living horse as a dead horse, but he wanted to ordain Xiaobao. He also said that if Xiaobao didn't follow him to become a monk, he would die! It's clearly a liar, a big liar.

They all say Buddha is compassionate, but the monk, as a disciple of Buddha, is so heartless, ordaining my child to become a monk is equivalent to cutting meat from us parents. Roll, roll, roll, get out. Otherwise, I will beat you once every time I see you."

Chen Xiaolan was so angry that her blood rushed to her head, her face was red, clearly angry.

Chen Guanlou stared at the bald donkey with unkind eyes. "May I ask where the monk burns incense? I will visit another day?"

"What are you visiting him for? It's clearly a fake monk." Chen Xiaolan was furious, fearing her younger brother would be deceived.

"Sister, don't worry!"

"Amitabha!" The monk first recited a Buddha name. "The poor monk is Jingnan, ordained at Daxiang Temple. Passing by the donor's house today, I saw dark clouds covering the main house, there must be a disaster. With a compassionate heart, I took the initiative to save. Unfortunately, this female donor misunderstood the poor monk's good intentions, sad and sighing!"

"Don't sigh yet." Chen Guanlou's expression was half-smiling. Those who knew him knew that he was in a very bad mood. "You said you are called Jingnan. As far as I know, there are not many people of the Jing generation in Daxiang Temple, and the current host of Daxiang Temple is of the Jing generation. The monk's seniority is very high! Could it be an enlightened monk."

"The donor praised me!" Jingneng monk had a sincere appearance, not old, just over thirty, with a long face, but calm. Amitabha in his mouth, Buddha Dharma in his mouth. He vaguely had the style of an enlightened monk.

Chen Guanlou raised his eyebrows. "With a little insight, you dare to come to the door to ordain people, you are so confident. May I ask which master you studied under? Why haven't I seen you in Daxiang Temple before?"

He looked the other party up and down, speculating on the other party's origin.

"Amitabha, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, ordaining people is just to save people."

"What do you rely on to save people, Buddha Dharma? Without medicine, just relying on Buddha Dharma can save people. Could it be that my nephew was poisoned by you, and then you calculated the time to come to the door to save him, to highlight your reputation? You evil monk, go, follow me to the government, let the government investigate you, this liar."

"I said this monk is a liar, younger brother, you think so too, right."

Chen Xiaolan found an ally and was excited.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is not a liar. The poor monk has a certificate, the poor monk is really a monk of Daxiang Temple."

"Then tell me, who did you study under?" Chen Guanlou grabbed the other party's collar and didn't let go.

"Amitabha, the poor monk studied under Master Liaowu."

Hearing this, Chen Guanlou frowned. "Liaowu? Who is Liaochen to you?"

"You mean Uncle Liaochen? The donor knows Uncle Liaochen. It's a pity that Uncle Liaochen passed away many years ago. At that time, the poor monk followed the master, was outside promoting Buddha Dharma, and didn't rush back. Amitabha!"

This monk was actually the nephew of that bird monk Liaochen.

How many years had the bird monk been dead? Counting, it must be more than ten years.

Chen Guanlou laughed and loosened the other party's collar. "So it's Master Liaowu's high disciple. Master Liaochen, as far as I know, is a Grandmaster, I don't know how Master Liaowu's cultivation is?"

Jingnan monk first said a Buddha name. "The master's cultivation is naturally above Uncle Liaochen. As far as I know, it was the master himself who ordained Uncle Liaochen back then."

What?

Chen Guanlou was shocked.

Liaowu's cultivation was above Liaochen, which meant Liaowu was also a Grandmaster, and even a Grandmaster with deeper cultivation than Wei Wubing. People all said Grandmasters were rare, and for decades, there hadn't been a few new Grandmasters.

How come to him, there were Grandmasters everywhere.

"Why is it a junior brother, not a disciple?"

Since Liaowu ordained Liaochen, why was it a junior brother? Was there a hidden reason?

"The poor monk doesn't know the reason." Jingnan monk saw Chen Guanlou's face was not good, and said a Buddha name again, resisting the sudden pressure like a mountain collapse and tsunami, trying hard to appear calm, but his legs were trembling.

This donor's cultivation was so powerful!

Chen Guanlou snorted coldly. "You can roll! I'm protecting this family, from now on stay a hundred feet away from their family. Otherwise, don't care if you are a monk or not, I will beat you!"

"Amitabha, donor, don't be stubborn! This family's child is seriously ill, and only Buddha Dharma can cross the robbery. I hope the donor will allow the poor monk to enter and perform magic for the little donor to save his life!"

"Roll!" Chen Guanlou scolded, Jingnan couldn't control himself and retreated, retreating until the end of the alley before stopping.

He was in a cold sweat, looking at the back entering the courtyard door, silently said a Buddha name, and stepped away.

Master, the disciple met a very powerful donor in the city, Uncle Liaochen's death, maybe there is a clue. ===== CHAPTER 1773 =====