457 The Abbot is in trouble

After hurrying as fast as we could, we arrived at Tianguang Temple half a day shorter.

Upon hearing that Sun Sicheng was coming, Pu Jing and his men hurried out to greet him.

"My dear lord, you have worked hard."

Sun Sicheng hurriedly returned the greeting and said, "Master Pujing, what happened to the abbot? I rushed here as soon as I got the news."

As expected, this Pu Jing was the abbot of Tianguang Temple in the future. He was a very nice person and was also the abbot's true disciple.

But he didn't get along much with people other than the abbot.

"My Lord, the abbot has always been in good health, but a few days ago he suddenly entrusted all the affairs of the temple to me. I thought he was old and weak, but unexpectedly he suddenly couldn't get up in the middle of the month.

We also invited the doctor from Baicaotang, but no matter what medicine he used, it was of no use. He became weaker and weaker every day. Doctor Xu said that there was something wrong with his heart and kidneys, and his legs were swollen. "

As they were talking, they arrived outside the abbot's courtyard.

Sun Sicheng said, "Ping An, Wan Li, and Lin Feng, please come in with me. For the rest of you, please ask Master Pu Jing to have them stay somewhere closer to here."

"Young Master, you don't have many people with you this time. Why don't you arrange for them to stay in the abbot's courtyard? But it will be a bit crowded."

"That's fine. Three rooms are enough. There are only twelve of us in total."

Pu Jing hurriedly asked the people around him to take Jixiang and the others downstairs to settle them down. It was already dark, and the whole courtyard was dim and particularly depressing.

Several people walked towards the abbot's bedroom. Jueming came out and knelt down in front of Sun Sicheng with a plop. "Master, please save the abbot. He can't eat anymore."

Ping An helped him up: "Take us in quickly. The master came here to save the abbot."

Jueming wiped his tears and led the way in.

The abbot was lying on the kang, facing the door. When he saw Sun Sicheng and Ping An, he smiled and asked, "You guys are here?"

His voice was weak and hoarse, and he was incredibly thin. He had almost no weight under the quilt, and his face, which was exposed outside, was just skin and bones.

Sun Sicheng's eyes were hot: "What do you want me to say to you? Didn't I tell you? If you feel uncomfortable, ask someone to go find Wu Qi. If the doctors in his clinic can't cure you, send a pigeon to me immediately. No matter where you are, I will find a way to come over."

Ping'an looked at the old abbot's expression and his heart sank.

Wanli and Lin Feng's eyes turned red.

Sun Sicheng sat down on the kang, took the abbot's hand and started to feel his pulse.

His brows furrowed more and more as he examined the patient. He was afraid that the patient's pulse condition was beyond saving.

Just as he let go of the abbot's hand, the old man fell drowsy again. Juexin beside him wiped his tears and said, "The abbot has been sleepy since yesterday, but he wakes up after sleeping for less than a quarter of an hour. He can sleep for an hour during the day, but much less at night."

Sun Sicheng stood up and said, "Let him sleep for a while. I will take Ping An and the others to wash up and eat. Then I will talk to Doctor Xu about how to use the medicine."

Pu Jing had been standing nearby. He had just seen Sun Sicheng frowning, and his heart was tense. If even the eldest son couldn't do anything, then the abbot would be afraid this time...

"Juexin, you stay here to guard the abbot's room. I'll take the eldest son and the others downstairs to eat."

Juexin hurriedly lowered his head in response.

After leaving the door, Pu Jing asked, "Young Master, how is the abbot's pulse?"

"It's very bad, Master Pu Jing. I'm afraid the abbot won't make it this time. His pulse is very weak and he's clearly in poor spirits. We just arrived a while ago and he fell asleep when I was checking his pulse for a short while. You and the other masters should be prepared.

It is very likely that it will happen in one or two days, not for long."

Ping An knew what was going on. The abbot had an obvious look of death on his face. He had been feeling unwell for at least a few months ago, but he didn't hear Manager Wu say anything. He was probably not telling anyone.

Wanli and Lin Feng behind him slowed down their pace.

Xiao Wu and his friends lived in the side rooms in the yard. When they saw their masters coming out, they hurriedly led their people to the yard.

Ping An said: "Come out and have your meal. Come back and wash up and rest. We will call you if there is anything."

Doctor Xu came over in a hurry. He had just gone to have dinner. "Master, Master Ping'an, you are here."

Sun Sicheng nodded and said, "Doctor Xu, go and guard the abbot first. I will ask you questions later."

"Yes, young master." Doctor Xu breathed a sigh of relief. He had already felt the difficulty on the first day he came, so he quickly sent the medicine boy down the mountain to tell the shopkeeper that the young master and his companions were coming now. It should be that the shopkeeper Wu had sent a pigeon to send a letter, and the young master and his companions had hurried over as soon as they received the letter, otherwise they would not have come so early.

If he guessed correctly, the abbot wouldn't have much time this time.

When they got to the table, no one could eat.

To be honest, Pu Jing was the abbot's only disciple, and no one else counted. Pu Jing was also adopted by the abbot since he was a child. Thinking of Sun Sicheng's words, he was so sad that he didn't know what to do.

Although Doctor Xu said that the abbot was not good before, he still felt that the eldest son might be able to help. Didn’t the eldest son and Ping An have solutions for such serious illnesses before? Why didn’t it work this time?

"Master Pu Jing, you should eat more. Only by eating more can you spend more time with the abbot in the next two days. Ping An and I will also think of more ways. Maybe you will get better?"

"Young Master, I blame myself in my heart. I came to see the abbot every day and thought he was fine. How come I didn't know that his health was so bad? If I had known, I would have come to you earlier, and maybe the result would not be like this."

A few people reluctantly ate the meal.

Pu Jing hurried into the abbot's bedroom, while Sun Sicheng called out Doctor Xu and took Ping An into the small room arranged for them.

The three of them discussed for a long time and then sighed.

Doctor Xu is also an experienced doctor who has been practicing medicine for more than 20 years. His medical skills are certainly not bad. What he thought was basically the same as Sun Sicheng's diagnosis.

"Ping An, Doctor Xu, let's make him some medicine tonight to boost his energy. If I find anything wrong, I will immediately give him a silver needle to boost his energy. I have to tell him what I should tell him, and I have to make sure that the old abbot has no regrets. I can't do anything to save his life."

Doctor Xu nodded, he thought so too.

When the three of them entered the room again, the abbot had already woken up and was talking to Pu Jing in a low voice, taking a break after every few words.

Sun Sicheng said, "I'll prescribe some medicine for Ruyi to make. Tomorrow I'll use silver needles on you. You should try to be stronger yourself. We'll treat your illness."

The abbot looked at him, then at Ping An, Lin Feng and Wan Li.

He sighed, "You know I'm good at fortune-telling, but it's hard for a person who's good at fortune-telling to tell himself. Two months ago, I found something was wrong with my body, and I wanted to ask Wu Qi to notify you and Ping An immediately, but I told myself a fortune-teller, and this time I can tell, the fortune-teller says I'm doomed."

He rested for a while, panting heavily, and Lin Feng and Wan Li beside him gave him some water.

"I didn't give up. I asked for another fortune the next day. The three fortunes were the same. I knew I had to die this time. Pu Jing, don't blame yourself. I am going to die of old age. How many people can live as long as me?"

Sun Sicheng saw that he was breathing heavily and said, "Don't talk now. It's very exhausting."

The abbot looked at him with a smile and said, "Sicheng, you should give me the silver needle to refresh me. I have something to tell you."

He had been drowsy and listless these past few days, but tonight he felt quite energetic, yet not very energetic.

Sicheng and the others came to see me off. Well, I have seen everyone I wanted to see.