The young monk didn't know what happened, but Shen Yi's expression was so haggard and serious that the young monk quickly stepped back to let others in.
"Trouble." Shen Yi said and walked inside.
Shen Yi went to the main hall, carrying the wind and snow with him. Master Wangchen, who usually chanted sutras every day, was not there, so the main hall looked very depressed, giving people the impression that it had been abandoned.
It seemed to be even more deserted than when he first came here, as if no one was really here anymore.
Shen Yi looked back at the young monk, but before Shen Yi could ask, the young monk explained: "Master has been ill for the past two days, and the young monk has to take care of him. It is inevitable that there will be some negligence in the temple."
"Master Wangchen is sick?" Shen Yi looked at the young monk with a bit of surprise in his eyes.
The young monk nodded, but there was no trace of sadness on his face, "Master is old and weak, so it is normal for him to be sick."
His tone was very calm, as if he had seen life and death.
But Shen Yi felt that maybe he didn't look down on life and death, but simply couldn't understand what the real separation between life and death meant.
If he was really so calm, then why would he neglect the main hall that he had to clean every day because he was taking care of Master Wangchen?
"Have you been to the hospital?" Shen Yi asked.
The young monk shook his head and said, "Master said that life and death are determined by fate. If one day he really passes away, it will be his end, and there is no need to force him."
Shen Yi felt a little sad in his heart, what about Wan Wan?
Where is his Wanwan?
Shen Yi looked at the little monk, his face was pale and his eyes were scarlet. He had been taking care of Ye Wanwan day and night in the past few days. His body was already exhausted, and he was just trying to hold on.
But when the young monk looked at his appearance, he was not surprised at all. It seemed that no matter what kind of mood Shen Yi was feeling at this moment, he was not at all curious about the reason.
After a long time, Shen Yi said slightly dullly: "Can I go see Master Wangchen?"
The young monk saluted Shen Yi, "Donor Shen, come with me."
The young monk took Shen Yi to the wing where Master Wangchen rested.
When pushing the door open, Shen Yi happened to hear Master Wangchen coughing.
Shen Yi walked in and saw Master Wangchen lying on the old wooden bed.
At this moment, Master Wangchen had his eyes closed, maybe because he heard the sound, he tried hard to open his eyes.
Shen Yi once said that he could fund the renovation of Ling'an Temple, but Master Wangchen refused.
Shen Yi thought at that time that perhaps for Wangchen's important matter, the important thing was not whether the living environment was good or bad, he was just nostalgic for the way it used to be.
"Benefactor Shen is here." Master Wangchen looked at Shen Yi with his cloudy eyes and said weakly.
Shen Yi walked over and looked at Master Wangchen lying on the bed, "You are sick and this is not a suitable place for cultivation."
Master Wangchen just shook his head to express his rejection, and then continued to ask: "What did Donor Shen come here for today?"
Shen Yi's Adam's apple rolled and he was silent for a long time before he said in a deep voice: "My wife is sick and has been unconscious for three days."
He had no other choice, so he came here to pray to the Buddha to wake him up every night!
Master Wangchen closed his eyes, sighed, and said helplessly: "Everything is cause and effect."
