Who is the noble person who helps overcome the tribulation

Songshan Temple.

Under a five hundred-year-old apricot tree, a stone table, a chess board, a stove of incense, and two cups of tea, two sitting on the ground.

"I lost again."

A man wearing a plain green robe with a very elegant temperament looked at the entire chess board, and with some regrets, he shrank his hand back. He looked at the young monk with a graceful face opposite him and sighed: "Master Jinghui's chess skills are superb, and he is not as good as that."

If there are outsiders, they will be surprised to see this situation. The prime minister who is in power in a country is called peers and a monk who is old enough to be his son. He is very respectful.

But if someone recognizes this young monk, he will naturally take it for granted. That is Master Jinghui. He was born with Buddha light and was considered to have come to the world. He entered the Void Sect at the age of three. He has been smart and studious since childhood, and has knowledge of all kinds of schools. He is only twenty-two years old, but he has traveled all over Daqing, preaching sutras and treating the teachings, and has countless believers. He was named Zen Master Jinghui and was also a protector of the country of Daqing.

Jinghui's eyebrows and eyes were erect, and her slender white fingers picked up the black chess pieces and put them into the chess cup. Hearing this, he looked at Song Zhiyuan and smiled gently: "It's just a matter of entertainment for himself. The prime minister is worried about the country and the people, and Jinghuiyuan is not as good as that."

Song Zhiyuan was speechless. This is what he said. He can always block your words with just one word.

He took a sip of tea and looked at Jinghui and said, "Master, you once criticized that the Song family had a disaster that destroyed the family. I wonder if it was a serious illness in my mother? Now, my mother is awake and her body is getting stronger. Have you already overcome the disaster you mentioned?"

Jinghui smiled slightly: "Prime Minister Don't worry, the disaster of your mansion will be helped by the nobles. The nobles have arrived, so you can keep your original intention."

"I wonder who is the noble man?"

Jinghui smiled but did not answer, but took all the chess pieces back to the chess cup, looked at the sky, and said, "Zhao Ye, it's dark soon, it's hard to walk on the night road, it's time for you to go down the mountain."

Song Zhiyuan: “…”

The only one who dares to drive out people is this young monk.

He knew that he could not get an answer after saying this, so he stood up and gave Jinghui a solemn salute.

Jinghui stood up, folded her hands together, and bent slightly towards him.

"Master, Yunzhi said goodbye." Song Zhiyuan took two steps back and turned away.

"Zhao Ye, you will be able to achieve your whole life without forgetting your original intention." Jinghui's voice came from behind: "Zhao Ye is pure and filial, everything is suitable."

Song Zhiyuan's heart moved and turned slightly. He saw that Jinghui had turned around and walked towards his small house in the forest, and soon disappeared in front of him.

With doubts, Song Zhiyuan got on the carriage and returned to the mansion. Just as the city gate was approaching, the carriage entered the city and soon returned to the mansion.

Mrs. Song stepped forward to dress him up and said with a smile about Lin Qing's origin and the fact that she had entered the mansion.

Song Zhiyuan unzipped his collar and buckled his hands and said, "What did you say? The female doctor, have you entered the mansion?"

Such a coincidence, is the female doctor Lin Qing, the one who can help the Song family overcome the tribulation?

Mrs. Song was a little puzzled by his surprise and nodded, "Yes, she has paid homage to her mother today, and her mother also agreed to let her go with her. Now she should give her a needle to her mother in the h."

Song Zhiyuan stopped: "I'll go and ask my mother for peace."

He had to go and see if that person was a nobleman from the Song family.

Mrs. Song was stunned and watched him put on his big clothes again, and walked out of the main room without looking back.

She frowned, and felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.
Chapter completed!