Zhu Miaoying held her hand tightly, fearing that all this was just a dream.
Mrs. Fan patted the back of her hand with a smile and said with a smile: "Girl, I am indeed fine."
"I need to invite the doctors to come and take a look." Zhu Miaoying said: "If it's not completely cured, go to Shenjing again."
"Yeah, that's fine." Old Mrs. Fan said with a smile, "I know that my body is indeed healed, but it's good to take a look."
If Zhu Huai said this, she would just push it back.
But Zhu Miaoying said she would accept it.
At her age, her temper is more like that of a child, so willful.
There was always a doctor on her side, Dr. Ye from Changling City, who quickly made a diagnosis and treated her, and congratulated her with admiration.
After Dr. Ye left, Zhu Miaoying pulled Mrs. Fan and cried with joy. She didn't expect that she was really cured.
When she said this, her eyes couldn't help but moisten, and she once again felt the surging and passionate emotions she felt last night.
"Sister Zhu, why are you so late today?" someone asked with a smile.
Since the ancestor has been cured and is fine, why is it still so late?
Zhu Miaoying blushed in embarrassment.
"Is there anything else?" Qi Guangjie asked nervously: "Is there a recurrence of the condition?"
This statement made everyone roll their eyes.
You speak too bluntly!
And looking at Zhu Miaoying's situation, how can it be repeated? It's really a matter of not opening which pot.
This is where caring leads to chaos.
Zhu Miaoying whispered: "I overslept."
Everyone was startled.
Qi Guangjie's eyes widened and he looked at her in confusion.
Zhu Miaoying glanced at him and hummed: "I haven't been able to sleep well these days. As soon as I relaxed like this, I fell asleep completely. My grandmother was not willing to wake me up, so she let me sleep until now."
Everyone suddenly understood and expressed their understanding.
She had been in pain and sorrow, and was so miserable that she couldn't sleep. As soon as the ancestor was cured and she relaxed, all the fatigue came up at once, and it was normal for her to sleep all day and night.
Just think about it and you will know how much suffering she had suffered before.
If this matter happened to me, think about what it would be like if my parents suddenly became terminally ill and there was nothing I could do...
When they thought of this, their hearts sank and they felt inexplicable panic and fear.
"Sister Yang..." Zhu Miaoying stepped forward and held Yang Shuangting's hand, staring at her with her big, round eyes: "If it wasn't you this time, grandma..."
Yang Shuangting smiled and said: "We are lucky that our ancestors are safe and sound."
Zhu Miaoying was filled with gratitude, surging in her chest. She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say to express it.
Yang Shuangting said: "This is why our ancestors are so blessed."
Qi Guangjie asked hurriedly: "How is the relationship between Sister Yang and Divine Monk Fa Kong?"
"It's a one-sided relationship," Yang Shuangting said.
Qi Guangjie suddenly looked suspicious.
Everyone also looked suspicious.
No matter how merciful Monk Fakong was, he would not be able to give the beads to him just because of a chance encounter. Obviously, it was not about whether the beads belonged to Yi Xinzhai or not, but whether they were his personal belongings.
It has the Buddha's mantra on it, and it is a treasure.
How can you give away treasures lightly?
Yang Shuangting behaves in a reserved and calm manner. She probably has a close relationship with Divine Monk Fakong. She is just being modest and does not want to cause trouble.
If others knew that she was on good terms with Divine Monk Fa Kong and asked her for anything, they would annoy her to death.
According to Yang Shuangting's temper, he would definitely not be able to bear this, so he kept his friendship with Divine Monk Fa Kong to a shallow level.
But no matter what she said was shallow or deep, her relationship with Divine Monk Fa Kong must be unusual, and it was definitely right to seek help from her when she was sick.
"I was originally dubious about Monk Fa Kong's magical powers and Buddhist mantras. I thought everyone might be exaggerating a bit. But now I see, it's not an exaggeration at all."
"Xiao Jing, just stay calm. Everyone in the world is drunk and I am sober. I don't even think about who is stupid in this world?" Qi Guangjie said with a smile.
Everyone was filled with emotion.
This time, I personally experienced the power of Divine Monk Fa Kong, and my experience became more profound, and I realized that the name was well-deserved.
Yang Shuangting was sitting in the carriage, listening to the sound of the wheels rolling across the bluestone, her eyes blurred, and she was lost in thought.
They don't take maids with them when they go out for fun. This is an established rule.
I had a lot of fun tonight, but there is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever, and the party will eventually come to an end.
The men rode horses and the women rode carriages, each going home.
The carriage bypassed the east-west, north-south thoroughfares in the city and headed back along a small road, which was quiet and fast.
Yang Shuangting sat in the carriage, opened the curtain, and stared blankly at the bright moon in the night sky, her eyes blurred and unfocused, thinking about Fa Kong.
She was speculating on what Fa Kong was doing.
Why did you give me that string of Buddhist beads?
There are too many possibilities, after all, we still don’t understand Fa Kong well enough.
Fa Kong was calm and calm, as clear as lake water, and it seemed that one could see through him inside and outside at a glance.
But if you look closely, you will find that it is not a lake, but water in an abyss, and you can't see the bottom of it.
Even if you are close to him, you can't see through him.
There seemed to be countless mysteries in him, mysterious and profound, which gave rise to an endless desire to explore and to understand them thoroughly.
Under such circumstances, it is really difficult to speculate why Fa Kong gave this string of beads, because there are countless possibilities.
She thought about it all the way, but still had no idea. Suddenly something happened in her heart, and she whispered softly: "Old Sun, stop the car."
"Yu!" Old Sun, the carriage driver, hurriedly pulled the reins, shouted, and stopped the carriage.
Yang Shuangting got out of the carriage with his clothes and waved his hand: "Old Sun, you go back first."
"Yes, miss." Lao Sun agreed.
"Drive!" he shouted twice, flicked his whip, and the carriage slowly walked away.
Yang Shuangting raised his head and glanced at the restaurant opposite, walked out of the path and came into the surging crowd, then stepped into the restaurant and reached the second floor.
Sitting at a table by the window on the second floor was Fa Kong, wearing a purple and gold cassock and a bald head. He was smiling at her as she climbed the stairs.
She crept closer and sat across from Fakong.
When she stood up the stairs, the guests in the restaurant all looked over with astonishment.
Some looked straight at it, while some looked away reservedly.
But when she sat in front of Fakong, everyone's eyes disappeared, as if she suddenly disappeared and people could no longer see her.
She has a high level of cultivation and is extremely sensitive. She immediately felt the change in people's eyes and already understood that this must be Fakong performing a miraculous skill.
Just like the miraculous skill of trapping oneself in the formation, it isolates people's perception and prevents people from seeing themselves.
"Sir, here you come!" The waiter held a tray and served four hot dishes.
Full of flavor and color, these are the signature dishes of this Tenghai Restaurant.
Fakong smiled and nodded, and the waiter stepped away with a smile on his face.
This broke Yang Shuangting's previous guess.
It seems that his miraculous skill is not to prevent others from seeing himself, but to prevent others from noticing his own abnormalities.
Just treat him as an ordinary guest.
This Tenghai Restaurant is not a place that ordinary people can come to. Everyone is rich or noble, so it is impossible that they have never been to Shenjing.
Anyone who has been to Shenjing often goes to meet the divine monk Fakong, otherwise the trip to Shenjing will be in vain.
Some of them had seen Fa Kong, but they didn't recognize him at this time. This was due to his extraordinary skills.
It affects other people's eyes and attention, it's really powerful!
Fakong poured a glass of wine for her and said with a smile, "How's it going?"
"...It has been cured." Yang Shuangting concluded immediately that the string of Buddhist beads left by Fakong was for Mrs. Fan.
She frowned and looked at Fakong: "It turns out that Master's string of Buddhist beads was not given to me."
"I'm borrowing flowers for you to offer to Buddha." Fakong smiled and said, "Isn't this favor owed to you?"
Yang Shuangting stared at him thoughtfully.
She was thinking about what Fakong meant.
He actually knew that Mrs. Fan was terminally ill. Did he see it from himself or did he find out from others?
It was obvious that he saw it from himself, because Mrs. Fan's illness was kept secret, and he didn't even know about it before.
His magical power is truly amazing.
Fakong looked at Yang Shuangting with a smile.
He nodded with satisfaction.
Finally found her weakness.
She had almost no weaknesses before and didn't care about the life and death of the Jinghu Sect. It was useless to threaten her with the Jinghu Sect.
Even though she pretended to care about the Jinghu Sect, deep down she didn't care at all.
This makes her extremely dangerous, and the Purity Sect becomes extremely dangerous.
I have been trying to find her weaknesses, and now I finally figured out that it is not that she doesn't care about everyone, but that she cares about her friends and family who have been around her since she was a child.
To her, the Purity Sect is just a tool, a price she has to accept for practicing the Taishang Forgetfulness Sutra and the Taishang Jingming Sutra.
She has no intention of strengthening the Purity Sect, nor does she have the ambition to truly purify the world.
As the daughter of a prefect, she has been lacking in everything since she was a child and does not care about fame and fortune.
Yang Shuangting is an indifferent person, but he is not a ruthless person. A ruthless person will not be able to practice the Taishang Forgetfulness Sutra and the Taishang Jingming Sutra.
If you really have to be ruthless, you can practice it. No one will always be able to practice the Taishang Forgetfulness Sutra and the Taishang Jingming Sutra.
The Tao is ruthless but affectionate, and the Tao is affectionate but ruthless. The delicate balance between these creates her unique talent; it fits the Taishang Forgetfulness Sutra and the Taishang Jingming Sutra.
All kinds of thoughts were circulating in his mind in just a blink of an eye. He smiled and said: "Your Majesty..."
"Father, what's wrong with him?" Yang Shuangting's face changed slightly and his bright eyes flashed.
Fakong smiled and shook his head: "The Zhu family and your Yang family are secretly competing with each other, right? Is it helpful to your father this time?"
Yang Shuangting snorted.
Fakong said: "Your father is in good health now, but your father's body is not that healthy."
Yang Shuangting frowned and looked at him.
Fakong smiled and said: "Manpower is sometimes exhausted, and fate is terrible. Sect Leader Yang must have a deeper understanding of what happened this time."
Yang Shuangting remained silent.
She was indeed deeply touched this time and felt her own powerlessness. If this time it was not Mrs. Fan but her mother who was terminally ill, could she have saved her?
He could reach Shenjing City from Changling Mansion in one day, even if he had unparalleled qinggong skills, he would not be able to do it.
Can you control your own destiny?
Even if you can control your own destiny, what about the fate of your parents and the fate of those around you?
Just like this time, Mrs. Fan can't control her own fate. She works hard with everyone, first delivering the elixir, and then trying every possible means to send Mrs. Fan to Shenjing to seek help from Fakong.
But all these efforts are not worth Fa Kong's string of Buddhist beads.