387 Return to Tianguang Temple

Ten days later, Huo Zhi also met the people who came to pick him up from his hometown. On the same day, he and Ping An said goodbye to each other reluctantly.

Separation is always a pain.

Huo Zhi, who was always straightforward, had tears in his eyes. Ping An urged him to get in the car first, saying that he would take him away.

After the car drove for a while, he looked back and saw Ping An was still standing there. He slowed down the car and saw the person in the distance waving at him and getting into the car.

It is enough to have one true friend in life.

Many people say that they are difficult to get close to, but that’s because they don’t want to. The only person who can make them completely let go and accept each other is Ping An.

Ping An felt a little lost the whole morning and simply lay there with his eyes closed. Lin Feng and Er Qiang sat in the front driving the carriage, while Xiao Ming sat on the side, not daring to move, because he knew his master was in a bad mood.

He was a little bit upset because he was separated from his brother, but after a while on the road, he forgot about it and became very happy.

Another ten days passed.

Ping An and his group finally arrived in Yangcheng and sent Wu Jun directly to his father at Baicaotang. Before leaving Yangcheng, they let him stay at home with his parents.

Most of the things Yingtian brought were placed in his house in the city, so there was no need to carry them up the mountain and then carry them back down. It wasn't as if he had lost his mind.

Carrying a small amount of luggage and a medical box, Ping An followed He Jin and his men and climbed the steps to Tianguang Temple again.

Uncle Wu said that the old abbot was in good health, but his abdomen was a little swollen, and the master was quite worried.

Ping An is fine. After such a long time, the abbot's health has not collapsed. On the contrary, he has gotten much better. This proves that the possibility of this tumor being malignant is relatively small. As long as it is not malignant, he is not too worried about the operation.

As soon as he climbed the last step, Jixiang saw them.

"Master Ping An, Uncle He, you are finally back, and the eldest master is going to ask Uncle Ming to take us to pick you up.

Master Ping An, the eldest son is in the abbot's courtyard right now, can you go now?"

Ping An nodded: "Of course I will go."

He Jin said, "Er Qiang, take the luggage to the room. Master Ping An and I will go over together."

Ping'an took a small package, which was a gift for the abbot, including some from the old man. As for the gifts for the master and others, they would divide them up when they got back.

As soon as Ping'an entered the yard, he heard the master's voice and the abbot's laughter. From the laughter, he knew that the recovery was going well.

"Master, I'm back."

Sun Sicheng was delighted: "This child can't help talking. Once he starts talking, people will arrive."

The abbot laughed out loud. The relationship between this master and disciple was rare in a century. Even father and son didn’t have such a good relationship. They walked in peace for many days and thought about their success for many days.

Ping An came in and saw that the master and the abbot were looking at him with smiles.

He bowed deeply and said, "Greetings to the master and the abbot."

Sun Sicheng looked him up and down and said, "Why have you lost some weight? Are you not used to the place you live in or the food you eat?"

Ping An was a little speechless. There is a kind of thinness where no matter how well you live, your parents still think you are thin.

He Jin smiled and bowed: "He Jin greets the eldest master and the abbot."

Sun Sicheng smiled and patted his shoulder: "You have worked hard this time. Go back and get the 100 taels from Wanli. Go back to your room and rest. Wanli has come down the mountain and should be back soon."

"Yes, my Lord."

Ping An took out the gift and said, "Abbot, this is my gift to you. It was given to you by the old master of the Wang family."

The stone that Ping An sent was a kind of stone that is unique to the local area. It is so gorgeous that it can make people feel better at a glance.

What the old man of the Wang family gave was a book.

The old abbot took it with a smile and said, "Thank you, Xiao Ping'an."

Sun Sicheng didn't wait for his gift: "Where's mine?"

Ping An was happy: "Er Qiang and the others sent it to your room. I'll bring it to you after dinner."

"You little brat."

"Master, is the abbot's body ready for surgery now?"

It is June 22nd now. Even if I leave in ten days, it will be early July when I return. I will take the college entrance examination on August 2nd, and the result will be out in half a month. I will then have to go back to my hometown, so the round trip will take another half a month.

If he wanted to go to Minzhou, he would have to leave in early September. It would take more than a month to get from Yong'an to Minzhou if everything went smoothly. Fortunately, the temperature there was not low, or in other words, there was no real winter.

"Ping An, the abbot has adjusted everything well. The diabetes is under control, and some of the other minor ailments have been cured, and those that have not been eradicated have been suppressed. There will be no problem with the surgery.

The master wants to perform surgery on the abbot at noon tomorrow, and then we will stay until the end of the month, and we should be able to leave at the beginning of next month."

Ping'an looked at the abbot, and the abbot nodded to him.

"Okay, let's rest early today."

Ping An still personally examined the abbot and checked the tumor in his abdomen. He was very surprised why such a wise and open-minded person would have this thing.

This time when he went to Yingtian, when he examined the old man, he found two lipomas on his arms and thighs, the size of peach pits. Fortunately, these were basically benign and there was no need to worry about them.

He felt that the abbot's lump was much smaller than the old man's, but it was located right in the stomach. He was not sure, after all, he was relying entirely on his feeling and had no advanced equipment.

"It's not bad. It's much smaller than what Old Master Wang had at the time. Abbot, when you wake up from a nap, the thing will be gone. Rest for half a month and you can walk around slowly. But it will take about a month to fully recover, so don't rush."

The abbot laughed and said, "With you and your disciple here, I am not in a hurry. Your master said that he will come over if I feel unwell in a while."

That night, Ping An did not stay in the master's room for long. He was very tired after the long journey. The surgery tomorrow was going to be big, so he needed to get a good rest.

He Jinze was called into the room by the eldest son, and Ming Wanli was also there.

"Tell me, how did you meet Huo Zhi?"

He Jin lowered his head. He felt quite guilty about this matter. Ping An asked him not to tell his master, as he was afraid that his master would worry. So he concealed the part about saving people in the rain.

Wanli said softly, "Xiao Ming was bragging to Jixiang."

He Jin smiled bitterly. Children are children. They let the cat out of the bag without any warning. Erqiang and the others would not do that.

He recounted in detail what had happened that night.

Sun Sicheng and Ming Wanli both took a breath and said, "This unlucky child."

"Master Ping An also said the same thing. If we had delayed for half a day, Huo Zhi and those people would not be around. Huo Zhi said that it was very likely that the kidnapping a few years ago was done by Bao Chengyang, the owner of Ying, who was contacted by Huo Xun. But we left before we could wait for the final result. Master Ping An said that the result was no longer important."

Sun Sicheng sighed, it really didn't matter anymore, Huo Xun would definitely be exiled this time, his life was ruined, Bao Chengyang was also crazy, cause and effect was cyclical, it was not that there was no retribution, it was just that the time had not come yet.

He Jin talked about Master Ping'an's daily life. Isn't this what his master wants to hear the most?

Wanli laughed: "Our Master Ping An is the apple of the Wang family's eye. There is really no one who doesn't like Master Ping An."

Sun Sicheng snorted, "Don't forget, I was almost harmed by the people from the second branch of the Jingguo Duke in the capital."