Buddhist Miracle Doctor: The Dark Prince, Can't Get Rid of Him

Xue Wenyu squatted down with his legs hard, woke up, and yelled, "Get out of here." After saying these two words, he suddenly sat up.

Lin Chuan, whose injuries had already healed, was on duty outside. Hearing the noise in his master's room, he immediately rushed in and quickly lit the candle.

He saw his master's forehead was covered with sweat.

"Master, are you having a nightmare again?" Lin Chuan asked worriedly.

This has happened for the umpteenth time. If it continues like this, the master will not be able to bear it physically and mentally, right?

Xue Wenyu ignored his men, suddenly threw back the quilt, got out of bed, reached out to pick up the sword hanging on the head of the bed and walked out.

He couldn't sleep anymore. What if he had the same nightmare again? The same dream kept coming back to him, tormenting his body and mind. He wondered if he had been bewitched by someone.

Seeing his master practicing swordplay in the yard to vent his anger, Lin Chuan was very worried. When would it end?

No, I have to urge my brothers to find someone quickly!

Xue Wenyu practiced for half an hour before stopping.

Someone had already prepared the water for bathing. He soaked in the tub. The temperature of the water made his tired body feel a little relaxed, but he did not dare to close his eyes and enjoy it.

Because he was afraid that if he fell asleep, he would have that dream again.

Xue Wenyu now has no doubt about the saying that whatever you think about during the day you will dream about at night.

However, the more he told himself not to think about that woman, the more he couldn't do it.

He felt that since that night in the tent, she had become his inner demon.

Of course he knew that it would not work if he looked like this. Even if he was not tortured to insanity, he would be almost useless.

Thinking of this, I suddenly remembered that there was a temple on the mountain that I passed by during the day, and it seemed that it was quite popular.

Lin Chuan, who was guarding outside the yard, and another companion watched their master wash up, change into dry clothes, walk out of the room, and go straight to the gate.

Lin Chuan and the other two didn't dare to ask. They discussed in a low voice, and one followed the master while the other hurried to wake up the others.

After leaving the temporarily rented house, Xue Wenyu jumped on his horse and rode away. Lin Chuan signaled to his men guarding the gate, and quickly got on his horse and chased after him.

Why did the master go in this direction? Lin Chuan was very confused. Was he going back to the capital instead of looking for the young master and the woman?

It doesn't look like that. If you decide to go back, shouldn't you give the order?

At dawn, at Daming Temple on Daming Mountain, a young monk opened the temple gate with a wheeze, and was startled by the people outside. Why are these donors coming so early?

"Excuse me, little master, but tell the abbot that someone wants to see you." Xue Wenyu walked inside and said to the young monk behind him as he walked.

Ah? Who is this person? The little monk was confused, but seeing the fierce look of the man, he did not dare to offend him and ran away.

Not long after Xue Wenyu entered the main hall, he heard footsteps behind him.

"Amitabha, you are so early, benefactor." A tall monk with a silver beard took out Buddhist beads and greeted Xue Wenyu with a kind look.

"Baoge, I'm sorry to disturb the master's sweet dream." Xue Wenyu felt that when he arrived at this temple, his restless heart seemed to be purified a little by the Buddhist energy here, and his attitude and tone towards the abbot also became much calmer.

"Excuse me, excuse me. Are you here to draw lots or to pray to Buddha and make a wish?" the old host asked with a smile.

"Master, could you spare me a moment to talk?" Xue Wenyu asked the old abbot when he saw a few more novice monks coming into the main hall, wiping the altar and sweeping the floor.

"Donor, please follow me." The old host immediately understood what he meant.

The old abbot led Xue Wenyu to a pavilion next to the back hall, where a novice monk had already wiped away the dew.

Xue Wenyu followed the old host in, and Lin Chuan stood not far away waiting tactfully.

A very young monk who passed by was very discerning. He brought a pot of good tea to Mu and left for his morning prayers without leaving him alone.

Generally speaking, donors like this who look so noble will donate a lot of money. The temple needs money to do various charity works, so how can we neglect it?

"I wonder what is bothering you, the donor? What's making you unable to sleep or eat?" The old host poured Xue Wenyu a cup of salt tea and asked.

"Master, could you please look at my face, calculate my horoscope, and find out the reason?" Xue Wenyu, out of his pride as a man, could never tell others that he was so scared by a woman.

I carefully looked at his face and palms.

"Donor, normally we Buddhists are not allowed to tell fortunes or divinations, but today I will make an exception for you and point out the key points to you. I will give you a few words of truth: don't be afraid of the clouds blocking your view; wait for the clouds to clear and you will see the bright moon." The old master said with a smile, holding his silver beard and shaking his head as he looked at Xue Wenyu.

"Don't be afraid of the clouds blocking your view, wait until the clouds clear and you'll see the bright moon. Master, could you explain it in more detail?" Xue Wenyu didn't quite understand whether this was referring to Brother Hui's matter or the matter between him and that woman.

Hearing Brother Zhihui's words, he naturally felt more at ease.

But what you are referring to that woman, doesn't it mean that she doesn't know when she will be liberated?

The old host smiled without saying a word, picked up the tea and salt and looked at a willow tree not far away.

"Then I want to ask about marriage. It should be convenient for you to tell me, right?" Xue Wenyu had no choice but to ask patiently.

"Marriage? Donor, please follow me." The old host stood up and led him to the side hall.

Xue Wenyu didn't believe in these things before, but now he regrets coming here. Why should he talk about it in another place?

"Donor, please shake the lot box piously and draw another lot." The old host said, pointing to the lot box on the table.

Xue Wenyu closed his eyes slightly, and persuaded himself in his heart that since he was here, he should just be patient and listen to what he said.

He was just about to reach out to take the lottery stick when the old abbot spoke again, "Donor, you must be pious." After saying this, his eyes drifted to the cushion on the ground.

Oh my god, is it so troublesome? I still have to kneel down? Xue Wenyu wanted to turn around and leave immediately.

However, thinking about how much torture I was suffering, I decided to endure it in order to recover my former self.

So, he adjusted his mood, walked forward, put on his robe, and forced himself to bow three times very "piously".

He looked at the old host again and saw him nod with a smile, then he reached out to take the lottery stick. He had never done this before, but he had seen it before. He stared at the bamboo sticks in the lottery stick box and tried hard.

I was shaking the sticks, watching them move up and down in the stick tube, and I was curious about what kind of stick I would get. Would it be a bad one?

Doesn't that mean that I am destined to be destroyed by that woman?

Under his nervous gaze, a stick finally fell out of the stick tube... Oh my god, it's so troublesome, I have to kneel down? Xue Wenyu wanted to turn around and leave immediately.

However, thinking about how much torture I was suffering, I decided to endure it in order to recover my former self.

So, he adjusted his mood, walked forward, put on his robe, and forced himself to bow three times very "piously".

He looked at the old host again and saw him nod with a smile, then he reached out to take the lottery stick. He had never done this before, but he had seen it before. He stared at the bamboo sticks in the lottery stick box and tried hard.

I was shaking the sticks, watching them move up and down in the stick tube, and I was curious about what kind of stick I would get. Would it be a bad one?

Doesn't that mean that I am destined to be destroyed by that woman?

Under his nervous gaze, a stick finally fell out of the stick tube...