She amazed the world after the divorce

Qin Lu yanked the door open.

Sure enough, an old man who looked like a beggar was standing in the corridor, holding a dirty, old gourd.

The old man was five feet tall, dressed in tattered clothes, his old monk's robe patched and patched, his hair still messy as it had been twenty years ago, his face covered in grime as if he hadn't washed it for days, and he wore a pair of worn-out straw sandals with his toes sticking out.

Twenty-two years have passed, and he hasn't changed much or aged at all.

Qin Lu recognized him at a glance.

These past few days, he's been thinking about him constantly.

The last time I thought about someone so much was when he was dating Lin Ning.

Qin Lu strode swiftly to the old man, looking down at his face covered in grime. "Master Void? You must be Master Void."

The old man, carrying a gourd of wine, laughed heartily.

With a laugh, the gourd in his hand trembled along with his laughter.

He said loudly, "Kid, you do have a conscience, remembering this humble monk after all these years."

He lifted his foot and said, "Let's go!"

He shuffled towards the ward door in his straw sandals.

Qin Lu quickly stepped forward and pushed the door open completely to allow Master Void to enter.

Master Xukong entered the room, raised his eyes to look at the sickbed inside, and before he got close, he opened his mouth and shouted, "You brat, you've been sleeping for so long, haven't you had enough sleep?"

His familiar tone made it seem as if he had known Qin Heng for many years.

Qin Heng's eyes were closed by Qin Lu, and he lay on the bed with his eyes closed, quietly motionless.

Qin Lu told Master Xukong the important parts of the story about how Master Mao Jun changed Gu Aoting's fate and how Qin Heng and the other seven people suffered internal injuries.

He had barely spoken four or five sentences when Master Xukong waved his hand, stopping him from continuing.

Qin Lu wisely kept his mouth shut.

Master Void carried his wine gourd and strode forward, his body emanating a strong smell of alcohol.

He walked to Qin Heng's bedside, looked down at him, and waved his right hand lightly above Qin Heng's face.

Qin Heng remained silent.

Master Void burst into another loud laugh.

Qin Lu's ears tingled from his laughter.

His beloved son had gotten into this mess, and he had been suffering terribly these past few days. He had been eagerly awaiting the arrival of this old monk, but all he did was laugh nonstop. He didn't know what was so funny about it.

However, the fact that the old monk could laugh suggests that Qin Heng's situation was under his control.

Master Xukong squinted at Qin Heng and said to Qin Lu, "Call that old Taoist priest over. I'm going to settle accounts with him for what he's done!"

Qin Lu spoke up for Master Mao Jun, saying, "Master Mao Jun was only thinking of our family; he didn't do it on purpose."

Fearing Master Xukong's wrath, he picked up his phone and dialed Shen Tianyu's number.

Shen Tianyu answered the phone less than three times.

Qin Lu spoke very quickly, saying, "Tianyu, Master Xukong has arrived and wants to see True Man Mao."

Shen Tianyu's clear and handsome voice came over, "I'm on my way to the hospital with Master Mao Jun, and we'll be there in ten minutes."

Qin Lu gave a soft "hmm" and hung up the phone.

Shen Tianyu had actually predicted that Master Xukong would come to the hospital.

Qin Lu said to Master Xukong, "Master, please have a seat. What would you like to drink?"

Master Xukong's gaze remained fixed on Qin Heng, and he mumbled a reply, "Just call me Xukong."

"No, that won't do. You are Ah Heng's savior."

"Why are you so annoying? I'll tell you to call me that, either call me 'Old Beggar Monk' or 'Old Monk'!"

Qin Lu dared not call him that; it would be too offensive.

Judging from his age, you could say he's in his sixties or seventies, or even seventy or eighty, but he's probably older than that. He might even be older than Master Mao, possibly from the same generation as Wuya Zi or Zong Heng.

Qin Lu brewed a cup of fine black tea and brought it over.

Master Void took the cup, tilted his head back, and drank it down in one gulp.

Qin Lu was surprised.

The water was extremely hot.

The old monk, however, drank it down as if nothing had happened, casually tossed the cup into his hand, wiped his mouth, and said disdainfully, "Bland."

Then he shoved the dirty, old gourd into Qin Lu's hand, "Go, fill it up!"

Qin Lu quickly took the gourd of wine and dialed his father Qin Ye's cell phone number. "Dad, Master Xukong has appeared. Please bring a few bottles of good wine."

Qin Ye and Lu Ning are resting in a hotel across from the hospital.

Upon hearing this, Qin Ye quickly stood up from the bed, completely wide awake.

"Right away," Qin Ye said. "We'll be there right away!"

"Remember to bring wine; Master Void needs good wine."

"I'll get ready right away." He said "right away" three times in a row, his joy and surprise evident.

Qin Ye quickly put on his clothes.

Lu Ning gets dressed faster than him.

The tension on their faces finally eased a little after several days.

Qin Lu then dialed Lin Ning's number.

Ten minutes later, Shen Tianyu and Mao Junzhen arrived at Qin Heng's ward.

Qin Ye and Lu Ning also brought ten bottles of aged wine.

Qin Ye opened the bottle cap, and Lu Ning held the gourd that was so dirty it had developed a patina.

Qin Ye took the bottle and poured the wine in.

The gourd was strange; it looked like it could only hold one or two bottles of wine, but even after ten bottles of good wine were poured in, it still wasn't full.

After finishing the wine, Master Xukong grabbed the gourd, tilted his head back, and gulped down several large mouthfuls.

Wiping his mouth, he looked at Master Mao and immediately cursed, "You old Taoist priest, look what you've done! My old friend could have lived a carefree life enjoying his retirement, but you had to meddle! Well, now he won't have any peace!"

He was referring to an old friend.

Qin Heng was only twenty-two years old.

Mao Junzhen leaned weakly against Shen Tianyu, his face pale as he gave him a forced smile. "Senior, feel free to scold me. It doesn't matter if Qin Heng is not at peace. As long as he can be sober, it's better than him lying here like a block of wood all day long."

Master Xukong's eyes shone brightly as he looked at everyone's faces. "This is what that stinky Taoist priest said. If you want to curse someone in the future, curse this old Taoist priest instead. Don't blame this humble monk!"

Qin Lu said, "Master, please do as you please. As long as Aheng can regain his senses, we can accept whatever he becomes."

Master Void laughed heartily!

The laughter made everyone's eardrums tighten.

Fortunately, this was a VIP ward with decent soundproofing; otherwise, the patient in the next room would have complained long ago.

Master Mao asked with a rare humility, "Senior, please tell us what you need us to prepare."

Master Void waved his filthy hand, "No need!"

Everyone held their breath, waiting for him to begin his ritual to save Qin Heng.

He stood motionless in front of the bed.

Ten minutes passed.

Twenty minutes passed.

Master Mao leaned against Shen Tianyu, both of them looking perfectly normal.

Feeling surprised, Qin Lu couldn't help but ask, "Master, what else do you need? Please tell me, and I will send someone to prepare it immediately."

Master Xukong retorted, "This humble monk is waiting for the appointed time. What, can you possibly speed up the time?"

Qin Lu fell silent.

Five or six minutes later, Lin Ning pushed open the door and entered.

Master Xukong didn't turn around, but spoke with his back to Lin Ning, scolding, "You little woman, why are you so late? This humble monk has been waiting for you!"

Lin Ning hurriedly explained, "I went back to the villa to get something. It's far away, so I rushed over as soon as I got the call."

She quickly closed the door, took a few quick steps, and stopped two meters behind Master Void.

She scrutinized his retreating figure with a critical gaze.

dirty.

Extremely slovenly.

His clothes were covered in patches, his hair was matted, his shoes were terribly worn, and he had a strange smell about him.

If it weren't for the fact that this disheveled old monk had appeared in front of her and Qin Heng's delivery room twenty-two years ago, Lin Ning would have definitely mistaken him for a beggar.