The fat monk knelt on the ground and began to cry: "Master, these two donors can't leave. They are here to deliver the remains of the senior brother. The senior brother... contracted a strange disease in Jimo and has already passed away!"
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The abbot was coughing when he suddenly gasped and coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm mixed with blood. His long white beard was stained with mottled blood.
The fat monk was so frightened that he didn't care to cry. He stood up and helped the abbot. He sat on the edge of the bed and patted the abbot's chest and back.
"Master Abbot, please take care of yourself," Ruyi said.
The abbot, however, insisted on lifting the quilt and getting out of bed. He hunched over and said slowly, "Please, please give me Shi Xin's remains."
Ruyi took out Shi Xin's remains and a suicide note from the baggage and handed them to the abbot.
The abbot took it with his trembling and dry hands, curled his fingers and gently touched the wooden box containing Shi Xin's remains.
He coughed twice more and then whispered: "Shi Yuan, take the two donors to rest. I will arrange time to meet with the donors tomorrow."
The abbot must have been deeply saddened by the loss of his beloved disciple. No one dared to disturb him anymore and had to leave.
Ruyi originally thought that she should leave Shaolin when the things were delivered, but the abbot left a message of "meeting tomorrow". Maybe he had something to say to the two of them, so it was hard to leave now, and he would stay in Shaolin for one night before talking.
The two of them followed Shi Yuan out. Shi Yuan's eyes were still red and he led the way without saying a word. Shi Yuan walked very fast. Because he was full of worries, he was worried about senior brother Shi Xin and worried about his master's serious illness, so he left completely.
Suddenly, he bumped into someone, and heard that person scream.
Shi Yuan hurriedly said: "I'm sorry." When he looked up, he saw that the person he bumped into was a tall, sturdy monk wearing an Arhat monk's robe. He looked pretty good, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he was somewhat clever.
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It's just that his "ouch" sound was too fake, it was just pretending on purpose.
The man's clothes were almost the same as those of Shi Xin, which means that he should also be a warrior monk. If a monk and a monk collided, it would be the monk who was injured and in pain.
When Shi Yuan saw this warrior monk, his expression changed.
The monk chuckled and said, "Who do I think is walking without eyes? It turns out to be Senior Brother Shi Yuan. Hey, your eye circles are red, could it be that you just dropped cat urine?"
A monk's mouth was full of ridicule and showed no mercy to others, but it made Ruyi feel disgusted.
Shi Yuan originally didn't want to deal with him, but this time he felt that he was going too far to deceive others. He actually spoke openly in front of the two donors. He was really not afraid of embarrassing Shaolin.
Shi Yuan replied coldly: "Junior brother Shi He, you are still in the period of filial piety, so it seems inappropriate to talk and laugh when you open your mouth."
The monk known as "Shihe" unconsciously touched the black rope on his left wrist, snorted, and left.
Shi Yuan lamented, shook his head, and said to the two of them: "The donors are just laughing, so you should come with me."
He brought the two of them into a Zen room. There was only a low camphor wood table with four corners and three twine futons. The four walls were bare, without any decoration, and they were simple and unpretentious. There were tea sets, porcelain cups and other items on the table.
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"Donors, please sit down. This room is a tea room for the benefactors. The vegetarian meals will also be delivered here. The female benefactor's room is on the right and the male benefactor's room is on the left. I will pour you a cup of Shaolin vegetarian tea.
, you two can go and have a rest." Shi Yuan moved his buttocks to sit on the futon, and began to make tea for the two of them.