I insist

Chapter 292: Monk Wuwang

"Cause and effect extend across three lifetimes. Whether you are doing well or not now depends on whether you planted good seeds in your past life. If you were born rich and noble, you will be beautiful in this life if you gave alms in your past life. If you offered flowers in your past life, you will be blind, deaf, or mute in this life. If you slandered others in your past life, you will be supported by them."

Song Miqiu seemed to understand but not quite.

"It's excellent that you've asked such a question." Monk Wuwang greatly admired Song Miqiu, for most people only ask themselves when they will become rich or powerful.

Song Miqiu asked about the cause, while ordinary people asked about the effect.

"Doing good deeds and accumulating virtue is for the purpose of building good relationships." Song Miqiu respected Monk Wuwang even more after hearing his words.

"Very good, very good, you get it right away. It means to cultivate good relationships and everything will go smoothly."

Monk Wuwang slowly began to admire Song Miqiu. It was rare for a woman to understand the secrets so quickly.

Monk Wuwang glanced at the sky.

"We are so insignificant in this vast world!"

"Therefore, we must revere nature, revere heaven and earth, and revere all things."

Song Miqiu spoke earnestly.

Monk Wuwang felt as if he had met an old friend in a foreign land when he looked at Song Miqiu.

"Chatting with you is a pleasure," said Monk Wuwang.

“Miqiu, Master, I’m back.”

Yu Huailin called out from a distance. Guozi, wrapped in his clothes, hurriedly ran towards Song Miqiu. Song Miqiu waved to Yu Huailin and kept running towards him.

"Where is Master Wuwang!" Yu Huailin looked into the distance but did not see the monk Wuwang.

"Isn't it right behind us?"

"No!"

Song Miqiu turned around and looked over, and sure enough, there was no monk Wuwang under the tree.

“A master! Profound and unpredictable, appearing and disappearing like a ghost, he must have left first because of something.” Song Miqiu rummaged through the wild fruits that Yu Huailin had brought back.

"Too."

Judging from Song Miqiu's impatient appearance, he must be starving.

"Slow down, no one's going to take it from you." Yu Huailin patted Song Miqiu's head.

Song Miqiu's stomach had been growling for a long time, so he didn't care about his appearance at all.

"What did Master Wuwang say to you?" Yu Huailin was curious about what Song Miqiu and Monk Wuwang were talking about.

Song Miqiu flicked the wild fruit against her body twice, took a bite, and the sweet and sour taste brought a happy expression to her face.

"The monk Wuwang is quite accomplished in his practice, but he only speaks halfway, which makes people anxious. He tells me to do good deeds and accumulate merit, saying that I will encounter obstacles." Song Miqiu told Yu Huailin what the monk Wuwang had said without taking it seriously.

Upon hearing that there was a hurdle, Yu Huailin's expression froze.

"There are obstacles, what obstacles?"

They were afraid that something might happen to Song Miqiu.

Song Miqiu swallowed the fruit in his mouth and patted his chest.

"It's nothing."

Yu Huailin was skeptical, because he believed that Monk Wuwang was not the type to speak carelessly, and that his spiritual practice was quite good; his words must have a deeper meaning.

Seeing Yu Huailin's nervousness, Song Miqiu repeatedly said, "No, no, I've always been lucky. Besides, Monk Wuwang said that my constitution is different and I can turn bad luck into good."

Upon hearing the monk Wuwang say that Song Miqiu was able to turn misfortune into good fortune, his expression immediately improved.

"I must be extremely careful in the future."

"Okay, eat quickly so we can go gather herbs!"

Song Miqiu had not forgotten his own affairs.

"I'll go wash up while you eat. Look how anxious you are."

Yu Huailin looked at the starving Song Miqiu with a doting expression.

Song Miqiu blushed as she was looked at by Yu Huailin's doting gaze.

After enjoying good food, the two of them collected many precious medicinal herbs such as ginseng and dendrobium on the mountain. Song Miqiu couldn't stop smiling the whole way.

Back at the imperial mausoleum, it was already getting dark. At the main gate, the old eunuch was pacing anxiously back and forth. Upon seeing two familiar figures, he quickly ran over.

"You're back! It's so late, I was so worried about you." The old eunuch said, walking past Song Miqiu and heading straight for Huailin.

Song Miqiu is truly speechless. Can't he see her as a living, breathing person?

Yu Huailin saw the old eunuch waiting for him, who must have been waiting at the door for a long time, and said with a displeased expression, "I told you to take good care of your health, why did you run out again?"

Seeing that Yu Huailin was angry, the old eunuch quickly explained, "This servant only waited for a while, not long. Besides, this old servant is almost fully recovered and can walk and eat again."

Yu Huailin's expression did not improve as he saw the old eunuch's hurried explanation.

Song Miqiu quickly smoothed things over, saying, "Oh dear! I'm exhausted, let's go inside!"

Upon hearing Song Miqiu complain of being tired, Yu Huailin quickly went over and asked with concern, "Then let's go inside quickly!"

The old eunuch went from being flustered to looking aggrieved, wondering why the young master treated that old woman, Song Miqiu, so well.

"Why are you so mean to him? You know he cares about you. Look at his age, he's quite pitiful." Song Miqiu said to Yu Huailin, who was looking angry.

Yu Huailin knew his tone was bad; perhaps he was just too concerned.

"I'll be more careful next time."

“Look at his age, he’s so old, why don’t we keep him by our side and take care of him in his old age?”

Song Miqiu carefully observed Yu Huailin's expression.

Yu Huailin hadn't expected Song Miqiu to think so much, and suddenly realized that the woman he liked was indeed a kind and understanding person.

After all, the old eunuch had served her before, and he was quite old, so it would be inconvenient for him to stay here.

“Very good, but how do we explain this to the head steward?” Yu Huailin was somewhat troubled, since the old eunuch was from the imperial mausoleum.

"That's easy, I'll go tell them!"

Knowing Yu Huailin's predicament, Song Miqiu agreed to go and find the person in charge.

The next day

Song Miqiu arrived at the manager's door early in the morning.

"Imperial Physician Song, what brings you here so early?" The steward looked at Song Miqiu with some surprise.

"I need to talk to you about something!"

"Physician Song, please speak freely, and I will do my best to help."

"Do you recognize that old eunuch who sweeps the imperial tomb?"

Song Miqiu spoke earnestly to the steward.

The steward looked bewildered, his mind racing as he tried to recall which old eunuch was at the imperial mausoleum.

Seeing that the person in charge seemed unable to remember, Song Miqiu added, "It's that old eunuch who's a bit older and sweeps the floor at the imperial mausoleum every day."

The person in charge suddenly remembered that there seemed to be such a person.

"Is Physician Song referring to that old eunuch with a somewhat eccentric personality who spends his days sweeping the imperial mausoleum with a hunched back?"

Song Miqiu nodded and said, "It is him."

"Physician Song, why are you mentioning this person?"

"I'd like to ask the manager if we need this person. What do you think?"

Song Miqiu looked at the person in charge with some difficulty. The person in charge was somewhat surprised, after all, this old eunuch had been here for many years.

"Song, Imperial Physician, what do you need him for? This old eunuch has a very strange temperament and personality; not many people are willing to talk to him."

The person in charge didn't understand why Song Miqiu wanted this old eunuch, since the old eunuch was quite difficult to get along with.

"Just tell me if you're willing or not."

The person in charge was in a bit of a dilemma.

“Imperial Physician Song, it’s not that I don’t want to agree, it’s that this old eunuch is unwilling to leave. He has always been a loner. If he is willing, I have no objection.”

"If it's true, then it's good that he's willing."

The person in charge nodded. Song Miqiu had helped them a lot since he came here, and frankly speaking, this old eunuch was dispensable to him.