Chapter 225 Best Friend
After passing through two front yards and reaching the back yard, they came to a spacious courtyard. The little monk went to report again, and only then were Ye Qingyu and Qingyi able to see Master Yunxu.
"Master Yunxu, Qingyu comes to pay a visit." After Ye Qingyu finished speaking, he knelt down and saluted. Qingyi stood aside and did not kneel down. He did not know the old monk, so why should he kneel?
"Young prince, why do you need to perform such a grand ceremony? Get up quickly!" Master Yunxu leaned on the bed.
Master Yunxu is about the same age as the Demon Lord, over a hundred years old. He is thin and has a sallow complexion. Qing Yi looks at him and it seems that he has been ill for quite some time.
"Master, Qingyu is the junior, so it should be like this. How is your health?" Ye Qingyu stood up and looked at Master Yunxu who looked spiritless. He thought to himself: How come the old man is so seriously ill when he has the internal force of Shaolin Temple to protect him?
"Amitabha, as I get older, I naturally have more illnesses. I don't have much time left." Master Yunxu's voice was weak and he seemed to have no strength.
"Master, have you consulted a doctor?"
"Old Na is already over a hundred years old. He is a monk and no longer cares about life and death."
"..." Ye Qingyu always felt that something was fishy. Master Yunxu was protected by Shaolin's internal energy. Even if he was about to pass away due to his old age, he should not be so morbid.
"Which donor said that I owed him ten thousand taels of silver?" Master Yunxu looked at the young man standing next to Ye Qingyu.
Seeing this, Qing Yi touched his nose and smiled awkwardly, "Hey, hello, Master. I'm Qing Yi. I've always admired the reputation of Shaolin Temple and came to visit."
"Are you the young prince's guard?"
"Um, no, I'm his best friend." Qing Yi smiled slightly.
"Best friend?" Master Yunxu, upon hearing this, sized up the young man before him with a clouded gaze, seemingly incredulous. He knew the character of this young Northwestern prince; how could he possibly associate with someone like him? He looked intelligent, but his eyes were piercing, and he wasn't one to settle down and be honest. Indeed, what honest person would dare lie and claim that the abbot of Shaolin Temple owed him ten thousand taels of silver and was coming to collect the debt?
"Master, don't you believe it?" Qing Yi had a keen intuition. He felt the scrutiny and doubt in Master Yunxu's eyes as he looked at him. He asked frankly, laughing in his heart: "Old monk, if you still don't believe it, I will prove it to you. If I kiss the little prince of the northwest, won't you be scared to death!"
"Master, I came here to pay my respects to my master." Ye Qingyu said aloud. Didn't this brat pretend to be dumb when he came in? But he kept saying a word. If he wasn't stopped, he might say something shocking and scare the old senior.
"Well, go ahead, take a look and come out. Don't disturb him." Master Yunxu nodded.
Qing Yi wondered, wasn't it just a memorial service for the deceased? What was the big deal? Given his relationship with Xiao Ye, shouldn't he go and pay his respects as well?
Thinking of this, Qing Yi said, "I'll go and pay my respects as well."
"Hmm?" Master Yunxu couldn't help but look at the young man who claimed to be the young prince's best friend. What did he mean? Qingyu was the right person to go and pay tribute to Junior Brother Kongkong, but why should others go? It wasn't convenient for them to go.
"Master, let him go with me." Ye Qingyu also had a selfish motive. He wanted to bring his most beloved person to see his master. His master was so good to him, he would definitely not be angry like his father.
"Qingyu, you also know that your master's real body has not left yet, and it is inconvenient for outsiders to see it." Although Master Yunxu's voice was gentle, he was also refusing Ye Qingyu to bring outsiders to worship.
"Master, is there anything wrong with your ears? Didn't I just say it? I am his best friend. What's wrong with me going with him to pay homage to his master? How can I be an outsider?" Qing Yi spoke quickly and directly confronted Master Yunxu without waiting for Ye Qingyu to speak.
"Cough cough cough..." Master Yunxu coughed for a while, and the young monk next to him hurriedly brought him water.
"Qingyi, don't be rude." Ye Qingyu scolded Qingyi softly.
"I'm only speaking the truth, Master. You're not feeling well, so don't be angry! I simply admire the young prince's master for raising such an outstanding disciple, and I sincerely pay my respects to him. Look at you, you act like you're going to do something to me!"
"How can you be so talkative, kid?" Master Yunxu shook his head slightly and said to Ye Qingyu, "You want to take him with you?"
"Well, this time I brought him to see my master specially." Ye Qingyu said firmly without hesitation, seemingly saying nothing, but also seeming to admit something.
"Cough cough cough..." Master Yunxu coughed again, and this time it lasted longer than before. Ye Qingyu frowned. He wondered whether he should ask Doctor Li to come and check on Master Yunxu.
Finally, the coughing stopped. Master Yunxu looked between Ye Qingyu and Qingyi for a long time. One was handsome and refined, the other was cool and handsome. One was taciturn, the other was talkative and lively...
"Go, talk less and don't wake up your master." Master Yunxu finally agreed.
How could he not understand? If one person insisted on bringing another person to meet their closest relatives and elders, surely their relationship must be unusual?
Ye Qingyu took Qing Yi and others to take their leave, and left Master Yunxu's room under the guidance of the young monk.
"Young Master, when did Master Yunxu become ill, and why is his condition so serious?" Ye Qingyu asked.
"Donor, my Buddhist name is Wuchen," the little monk just knew that Ye Qingyu was a disciple of Master Kongkong, and immediately became respectful.
"Wu Chen? What kind of name is that? It's so strange." Qing Yi looked at the young monk curiously.
Upon hearing this, the young monk glared at Qing Yi, then felt something was wrong and quickly chanted the Buddha's name, explaining, "Amitabha, according to the Buddha, greed, anger, and ignorance are the three poisons. The abbot asked me to get rid of my irritable temper, so he gave me the Dharma name Wu Chen."
"Hahaha..." Qing Yi laughed. So that's how it is. It seems that the little monk has had a bad temper since he was young?
"You...what are you laughing at?" Wu Chen was a little angry, but he still had to control his emotions.
"No...nothing to laugh at. Your Dharma name suits you perfectly!"
"Qing Yi!" Ye Qingyu glanced at Qing Yi and spoke out to stop him.
"Young Prince, could you please persuade the abbot to ask a doctor to treat the old man?" Wu Chen stopped paying attention to Qing Yi and turned to Ye Qingyu.
"Have you never seen a doctor?" Ye Qingyu asked.
"No, the abbot doesn't allow it. He always says that life and death are determined by fate, and monks should not reject the cycle of life and death." Wu Chen's voice was low. He had advised him many times, but the abbot was still stubborn.
"Why do his eyes look cloudy and his veins are black? Could he have been poisoned?" Qing Yi interrupted.
"Ah? How is that possible?" Wu Chen was shocked. He stared with his eyes wide open and his mouth open at the person whom he had disliked just now.
"Hey? What's wrong? Look at you. You can just call me Wu Sha from now on!" Qing Yi teased the little monk Wu Chen.
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