The young monk thought for a moment and quickly stood up. "Donor lady, do you have any way to save my master?"
Su Mengyan sighed, "Let me try."
Fortunately, the monk was only in a coma due to inhaling too much smoke and was not in great danger.
Using modern knowledge, Su Mengyan quickly analyzed the situation and began to rescue the unconscious monk.
After this incident, the temple was in a state of panic, and some monks began to comfort the pilgrims who had come.
Upon hearing that there was a fire, Situ Zhao and Cui Mixue looked at each other.
It seems that the plan is still in progress.
"Let's go and take a look." Situ Zhao was anxious and ran to the monk's meditation room in a hurry.
Cui Mixue was also shocked and hurriedly followed, thinking that she had to go there quickly to prevent any major changes in the matter.
After some treatment, the monk has recovered.
But his body was still a little worn, and there were traces of fire on his sleeves. One could imagine how fierce the fire was at that time.
A young monk brought water to the monk to relieve his physical discomfort.
The monk was frightened, but he was more worried about his scriptures. His hands holding the water were shaking.
Situ and Su Mengyan stood aside, feeling a little nervous.
"Master, how are you feeling? Are you feeling unwell? Do you need a doctor?"
The monk then turned his attention to Situ and Su Mengyan.
That gaze was extremely clear, a transcendental gaze that could see through the world.
When the monk saw Situ's righteousness, his gaze narrowed slightly, as if he had realized something.
Seeing that the monk didn't say anything, Su Mengyan didn't say anything more.
At this time, Cui Mixue and Situ Zhao arrived.
Before the people arrived, a voice came first: "Where is the master? Is he in trouble? We are here to save him."
Listening to the voice, Situ recognized it was Situ Zhao, then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes looked meaningful.
The two men rushed in hurriedly.
After seeing that the master was fine, I felt regretful, but it was still too late.
However, when Cui Mixue saw Su Mengyan, her pupils shrank slightly and she became alert.
It seems things have changed.
The young monk took the bowl of water from the senior monk and explained, "Master, it was these two donors who braved the fire to carry you out, and it was also this girl who saved you."
After the little monk finished speaking, he stepped aside.
The senior monk first put his hands together, then wanted to get down, and the young monk hurried to support him.
"Thank you very much, both benefactors. Please forgive my rudeness for not answering the young lady just now. I am now in good health and do not need to call a doctor."
Su Mengyan breathed a sigh of relief and politely returned the greeting: "Master, you are too polite."
When Cui Mixue heard that it was Su Mengyan who saved the old monk, she suddenly felt a surge of anger in her heart.
Why did all the plans end up being used to benefit others?
However, she was not an impulsive person after all, and she just looked at Su Mengyan with a somewhat unfriendly tone.
"Why are you here?"
Su Mengyan was speechless. The temple was not her private territory, so why couldn't she be here?
"I'm here to do whatever you're here for." Su Mengyan replied, not intending to pay too much attention.
Situ, who was standing beside her, also had a doting look on his face and let her do whatever she wanted.
Cui Mixue was angry, and Situ Zhao next to her also looked resentful, but they did not show it.
She was not willing to let Su Mengyan save the monk for no reason.
There was a flash of calculation in her eyes, and then she smiled and said, "I'm glad that Master is okay. We rushed here when we heard that something happened to you. But, how could there be a fire for no reason?"
Her eyebrows raised slightly and she glanced at Su Mengyan.
Su Mengyan's mouth twitched, and she knew that something bad was definitely wrong with her.
"Master, you must investigate carefully. The temple is damp, how could it catch fire so easily? Could it be that someone deliberately set the fire for some purpose? After all, you are an enlightened monk."
Situ Zhao on the side also echoed: "Yes, Master, maybe it is someone present here."
The innuendo in their words was very obvious.
Suddenly Su Mengyan's face darkened. What a Cui Mixue! How could she get so angry? Didn't she have any idea?
He also wants to frame someone else.
"When the fire started, we were enjoying the flowers in the backyard. We rushed over immediately after hearing the news. I wonder where you were at that time, Miss Cui?"
If you want to frame her, you're probably overthinking it.
Sure enough, the little monk next to her was already grateful to Su Mengyan, and he quickly spoke after hearing this.
"Just now, this donor Cui and the donor next to her entered the meditation room together to look for the master. Later, the master left early due to something, and you two were the last to leave the meditation room."
The little monk had no bad intentions, he was just telling the truth.
However, as soon as these words were spoken, the way people around them looked at Situ Zhao and Cui Mixue suddenly changed.
Just now, two people came here in a hurry and started looking for trouble. Now it seems that these two are the most likely to have set the fire.
Situ Zhao's face turned pale and he glared at Cui Mixue fiercely, saying that she was more likely to cause trouble than to help.
The latter was also a little annoyed, not knowing how things turned out like this.
Situ, who had been silent all this time, spoke at this time.
"Master, I brought these scriptures out from the meditation room, but some of them have been burned to ashes."
The senior monk took the scripture distressedly, and Situ Zhao's tone became even colder: "If Situ Shizhu has nothing to do, please leave on your own."
"I won't investigate who set the fire."
Buddha said that to forgive others is to save yourself.
Although he said so, any discerning person could see that the monk was already dissatisfied with Situ Zhao.
Situ Zhao was filled with anger when he saw the way others looked at him.
Today is a complete loss of face.
Cui Mixue didn't want to let the matter go like this, she knew Situ Zhao would definitely not be willing to accept it.
Then he slowly said, "Master, we had no intention of offending you, and arson is nonsense. You should know that we are members of the royal family, and the royal dignity does not allow us to do this."
What she meant was that she wanted to threaten the royal family.
The monk had been practicing Zen for a long time. Although he did not get angry when he heard this, his words were even colder: "I am just a monk. Why do you have to use your power to oppress me? Please show me the way."
He dusted off the scriptures with his hands, obviously very unhappy.
Cui Mixue wanted to say something, but Situ Zhao, who was standing beside her, didn't want to embarrass herself any more, so he quickly pulled her out.
An accident and a farce made everyone lose interest.
The senior monk carefully cleaned the scriptures and then handed them to the young monk for safekeeping.
He stood up and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, thank you two donors for rescuing these scriptures. You are the ones who have a connection with Buddha."
In his eyes, the scriptures are far more important than himself, otherwise he would not have rushed in.
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