Tian Yuqiao met a small, ragged monk in the town. The monk's nickname had piqued her curiosity. What was this fellow's name? Like Yuan Tong or Yuan Bao, what was so bad about Yuan? He actually insisted on calling Yuan Jin 'lonely'. How depressing did this sound? No wonder that medicine store's waiter beat him up in anger.

This time, Tian Yuqiao did not follow him in. Instead, he stood in the crowd and watched.

"This young monk is really unlucky. He actually went to the Jisheng Hall first. That Old Fourth Yao from the Jisheng Hall is not an easy person to talk to. Compared to his younger brother, the two brothers are like heaven and earth."

"It's not just that. If this young master had come to this place first, I don't think he would have been beaten up."

These people had come over from the Jisheng Hall to watch the fun. Tian Yuqiao had also joined them, acting as a bystander.

Just as she had expected, the lonely little monk followed the young man into the Hall of Healing. Soon, he came out with two bags of medicine. Before he left, he even expressed his gratitude towards the person inside.

"Master Yuan Ji, if you have any difficulties in the future, feel free to come and find me, Yao, my boss has always been very respectful to his exalted family." Yao Lao Wu sent it out with a smile.

After née Wang bought her things, she went to the town entrance with Tian Yuqiao to wait for the ox-cart. Not far away, she saw the little monk, Yuan Ji.

"Eh? This young master seems to be from our Nanshan Temple. " Lady Wang said in a low voice.

Tian Yuqiao searched through his mind. It seemed that he didn't have much of an impression of that Nanshan Temple.

Lady Wang quickly followed, "There lives a master and two little disciples. "This big disciple seems to be him. Back then when your dad went hunting in the mountains, he got injured and was saved by Master Hui Yuan."

Tian Yuqiao did not have much interest in monks. Instead, she was curious about her father's ability to hunt.

"Mother, why does my father know how to hunt? Why haven't I heard you talk about it before? "

Lady Wang sighed and said, "Sigh, isn't this all because of you and them. At that time, your family was poor, and your fourth uncle's annual cultivation money was almost gone. Your grandpa and your mother would think of letting your eldest uncle and the rest hunt in the mountain and exchange for some silver. In the end, they all came up with all sorts of excuses, either twisting their legs or ducking their waists. In the end, only your father was left up the mountain. "

"Mother, how did father get injured?" Tian Yuqiao was more interested in this matter.

"Sigh, that was when the harvest was over and your father was worried that he would be scolded by you if he didn't bring back his prey, so he went deep into the mountains. It was not easy for him to see a young boar, and at that time, he was especially excited. Seeing that the young boar was about to be killed by him, who would've thought that the big boar would hear the young boar's call and come straight over … "

Alright, Tian Yuqiao was completely speechless. It appeared that their entire family had fallen out with 'Pig'.

"Mother, since Reverend Hui Yuan has done us a favor, we should go visit him now that he's sick." This young master should be his disciple, why don't we go with him? " Tian Yuqiao suggested.

Lady Wang nodded and then took out two packets of very ordinary snacks from the basket. Originally, she had planned to buy food for her two children, but now, she would just give it to Nanshan Temple.

Tian YuQiao smiled as she received the dessert and placed it into her large bamboo basket. Mrs Wang knew how to live. Although Tian Yuqiao gave her two taels of silver this time, she did not buy much. He bought some needle and thread, as well as a kitchen knife and scissors.

As for the snacks, they were all for her two children to eat. She also bought five catties of white flour. She hadn't forgotten that when she packed dumplings, she had borrowed the white flour from Aunt Ju Hua's house.

Thinking that there was still some oil left at home, Tian Yuqiao didn't ask Lady Wang to buy more meat. She only bought some sugar and soy sauce flavorings.

"Master Yuan Ji, we are from Nanshan Village, at the foot of your temple." Tian Yuqiao smiled as she came forward to greet him.

"Amitabha, this little monk is very courteous." Yuan Ji imposingly chanted a Buddhist prayer.

"It's like this. In the past, my father was injured while he was hunting on the mountain, and you two were the ones who rescued him." Tian Yuqiao reminded him.

Yuan Ji touched his small, round bald head and thought for a while before saying, "So it's Tian's little sister. Hehe, I was still young at that time, but seeing your father's bloody leg really scared me."

"Yeah, it's all thanks to you, little master. Otherwise, my dad probably wouldn't have survived." Oh yeah, my mom and I heard that your master is sick, so we planned to go with you to take a look. " Tian Yu Qiao said.

Upon hearing that the other party was going to visit his master, Yuan Ji nodded his head with a bitter smile, "Fine, it's just that my master is very ill right now, and doesn't recognize even me and my junior brother …"

"No problem, we're just going over to take a look and do our best. Sigh, I wonder what kind of illness the old master is suffering from. " Tian Yuqiao sighed.

"I'm not sure either. My master just came back from swimming and fell ill not long after."

Because the young master Yuan Ji was very impatient and usually didn't take the village road when he went down the mountain, he still had to go back through the small road this time, because it would be closer.

Lady Wang and Tian Yuqiao could only follow closely behind him. Tian Yuqiao couldn't help but roll her eyes. She thought to herself: "I don't have much to buy this time. Otherwise, wouldn't I die of exhaustion?"

The three of them walked for more than two hours before finally arriving at their destination.

Although the name of the South Mountain Temple was Nanshan, it was in the depths of the mountain, separated from the village of Reliance by a ridge. This place was connected to all directions. There were quite a few roads that Yuan Qing could take down the mountain to the town. No wonder Tian Yuqiao didn't normally see this person before.

It was a dilapidated three-room temple with the words "South Mountain Temple" written on it.

The three brothers, Yuan Su and Yuan Tong, stayed in one room.

When the three of them entered the courtyard, they saw a seven or eight-year-old monk running toward them. He was crying so hard that his face was covered in a mixture of snot and tears.

"Senior Brother, Master, he …" It's all over! " The young monk's crying voice was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

"What?" When I left this morning, wasn't Master still able to move? Yuan Ji hugged his Junior Brother's shoulders with a face full of disbelief.

The little monk, Yuan Tong, only cried but did not say anything.