Chapter 1142 What is the promised monk's compassionate heart

Lin Qing was also puzzled.

Since you are not poisoned, how could you become so weak? Is it really just that your foundation is so weak?

If this is the case, then the lifespan of uncle Master said would not last long, and I am afraid that time would not be too long.

When Lin Qing thought about this, her heart was a little tight and sour.

Song Ci's mind flashed and said, "Master said it was caused by external objects?"

Buhui nodded and said, "Some poisons, a single type, will not cause poison. Once there is another introduction, the two will form poison. Of course, I am making a metaphor."

Song Zhicheng said, "So after all, it's actually still poisonous." He looked at the vernal equinox and said, "You all look for it. There are unclean things in this room, so please find them all for you, and don't let them go in every corner."

Buhui smiled at the corner of his mouth: "No need to look for it, there is no one here."

Whether there is anything unclean, his eyes and nose will smell it.

Song Zhicheng's face turned green.

Song Ci didn't know what he thought of and said, "Don't be busy now, you girls, let's go down first."

She held back the extra servant.

Song Zhicheng and the others were a little puzzled.

But Song Ci ordered Madam Gong: "Go and take that rosary for the master to see."

Madam Gong was stunned: "The Grandma is Min..."

Song Ci nodded.

Madam Gong's face suddenly shook. Could there be something wrong with the bead?

Without thinking, she went into the bedroom, opened the box where Song Ci used to put jewelry on, searched layer by layer, and her face gradually changed.

It's gone.

Outside, Song Ci asked several questions about Bu Xuan, all about her health. She didn't ask for anything else, she just wanted to survive for a few years.

"I have lived for a long time, and I have never hoped to live for a hundred years. I can live for a long time. I can live for a few more years. Seeing the children below get married, how old are we, Brother Dan, can be as happy as we can close our eyes."

Song Zhicheng felt distressed and said, "Mom, Master is here, and he will definitely keep you healthy and healthy, Master, do you think?"

He begged to look at Buhui and said a few nice words to coax the old lady.

Buhui shook his head: "The face of the donor Song, the grandmother of the Grandma, is not a long life, it is impossible for a hundred years. I am a monk and a monk, don't lie."

Song Zhicheng almost overturned the table.

The monks who had promised to be compassionate, how could they stab their knives into their hearts? No wonder they were a monk with wine and meat, hum.

Song Ci was also a little heartbroken and glanced at Lin Qing. It was true that your master was actually a straight man.

Lin Qing's face was hot and she showed a strong smile.

Song Ci said: "Master Buhui, I know that I am a short-lived person, so you don't have to mention it all the time. Just look at me and make a prescription, how to regulate my broken body, so that it will not be too painful when I leave. I will also accept your love."

Nodded without regret: "Doctors are parents' hearts, and they help the world with their worries. I will make up the prescriptions for you. Please relax."

Song Ci thought for a while and asked again: "In your opinion, how many years can I have for my old life?"

Buxuan was silent, and Song Zhicheng's heart was raised.

Just then, Madam Gong hurriedly walked out of the inner room and looked at Song Ci, her face extremely ugly.

Song Ci was instantly attracted to her attention and asked, "What?"

Seeing that her hands were empty again, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

Oh, the bloody routine has appeared, the thing is gone.

"Madam, the rosary is gone." Madam Gong said the answer she was thinking in her heart.
Chapter completed!