Chapter 42: : 2 pole fate

　　　　 Yang Shanghu, who was sitting on the futon, laughed when he saw Chen Yang, who was a thief.
　　 Naturally, he was also moved in his heart.
　　 This Chen Yang, although his mouth is cunning, although he is very out of touch.
　　 But... but this is a good boy.
　　 He felt very happy, because even if he really died, he could safely hand over Yang Chan to him.
　　 "Come and sit down, cough cough."
　　 Yang Shanghu beckoned, and coughed slightly. He looked weak and pale.
　　 "Grandpa, you are hurt."
　　 Chen Yang walked to Yang Shanghu, frowned and looked at the old man's body with mental strength.
　　 He was badly injured. Six of his ribs were broken, and there was bleeding in his internal organs. Although there was nothing on the surface, Chen Yang could see it clearly.
　　 "It's okay, sit down."
　　 Yang Shanghu waved his hand.
　　 The old monk was also looking at Chen Yang at this time. The old monk might be 70 years old, with age spots on his face and loose skin.
　　 The feeling the old monk gave to Chen Yang was unfathomable.
　　 That's right, this person has a qi in his body, a more powerful aura than Yang Shanghu.
　　 Chen Yang sat down honestly and said: "Grandpa, you should go to the hospital first. There is blood stasis in the internal organs, and six ribs are broken. Although it is connected, it hurts, so you have to go to the hospital."
"Ok?"
　　 Yang Shanghu was taken aback when he heard Chen Yang's words.
　　 And the old monk also burst out with two bright lights in an instant, re-examining Chen Yang's harmless face.
　　 How did Chen Yang see it? This is impossible.
　　 Chen Yang twisted his body and said, "Grandpa, you forgot that I am still a doctor?"
　　 "Hehe, master, what do you think?"
　　 Yang Shanghu said something inexplicable.
　　 "Amitabha."
　　 The old monk chanted the Buddha's name: "The little layman is a strange person."
　　 Chen Yang arched his hand at the grand monk: "The master has passed the award, but grandpa, go to the hospital first, okay?"
　　 He said anxiously: "Your internal organs are still bleeding. If you don't go to the hospital, the amount of bleeding will get bigger and bigger."
　　 Yang Shanghu thought for a while: "The reason why you didn't stop you from coming over is because there is one thing we need you to do."
　　 "You can do anything, but you can't die. You have to heal the wound first. Chan'er and I are not married yet."
　　 Chen Yang was a little annoyed. Even if this old man didn't take his life or death seriously, he still had to consider Yang Chan's feelings?
　　 "It's okay to hurt, and you can't die, listen to me."
　　 Yang Shanghu said: "There is one thing you need to bring back to the mainland."
　　 "Things are very important, and they are related to many lives. When you said that you were coming over yesterday, I thought of you. Maybe you can complete this task."
　　 "If you don't cure the disease, I won't help."
　　 Chen Yang rogue said: "Anyway, I can't let my grandfather be without my grandfather, you have to give us a marriage certificate!"
　　 Yang Shanghu's heart is tired, is this kid stunned?
　　 Why do you think about getting married every day?
　　 I have only known each other for a few days, so many times have been mentioned about marriage.
　　 Isn't this kid in his previous life? Just so anxious to marry a wife?
　　 "Little Jushi, don’t worry, Jushi Yang’s medicine has been prepared and is in the process of being boiled. It will not be life-threatening, but he needs to rest."
　　The old monk Amitabha Tao.
　　 As soon as the old monk's voice fell off, a young monk also came outside the courtyard with a bowl of medicine in his hand.
　　 Yang Shanghu smiled, "Master's medicine is very useful."
　　 Chen Yang took a deep breath and stopped being entangled with the problem of curing diseases. Traditional Chinese medicine can indeed remove blood stasis from the body, and Yang Shanghu’s broken ribs have also been connected, and he does need to rest.
"Grandpa, what you meant just now was that there is a very important thing to be sneaked back to the mainland. Now someone is staring at you, so it is inconvenient for you to take it away, and others don’t know me, so it’s safer for me to take it back. high?"
　　 Chen Yang's seven orifices are exquisite, and he immediately guessed the outline.
　　 Sure enough, Yang Shanghu and the old monk both gave him approvingly.
　　 Especially Yang Shanghu, very happy, Chen Yang is very, very smart, this kid is better than a monkey.
　　 "Not bad, so we need you to help us finish it."
　　 Yang Shanghu looked at him and said, "Of course, there is also a great danger."
　　 "I can help you."
　　 Chen Yang groaned as he said, "But if I take away the important things, those enemies must still find you. I'm afraid they will kill you then? Then what is the point of my coming here?"
　　 Yang Shanghu was stunned. The old monk nodded. Chen Yang's analysis was too correct. Yang Shanghu was a target. Now many people are staring at him, so he can't go.
　　 Yang Shanghu took a deep breath: "As long as you can bring things back safely, the news will be broadcast, and they will naturally disperse at that time."
　　 "Is it all related to news?"
　　 Chen Yang raised his eyebrows: "That's even more dangerous, no, no, you have to go with me."
　　 "I'm in this temple, they dare not come."
　　 Yang Shanghu shook his head and said, "Otherwise you think I can sit here and talk to you safely? This is Ciyun Temple, Master Xiangyun is here, they dare not enter the temple."
　　 The old monk nodded very cooperatively: "Don't worry, the little layman, I Ciyun Temple, not everyone dares to come, as long as the little layman can deliver the things in the fastest time, your grandfather will be safe."
　　 "Did you lie to me?"
　　 Chen Yang looked at Yang Shanghu and the old monk.
　　 "The monks don’t speak verbally."
　　The old monk nodded.
　　 "Okay, where are the things, I will send them."
　　 Chen Yang took a deep breath.
　　 "You have a meal with the little master first, and you have to discuss the details."
　　 Yang Shanghu looked at Chen Yangdao.
　　 "Okay, I'm really hungry."
　　 Chen Yang stood up as he spoke, and the little monk guarding the door to deliver medicine led Chen Yang to the cafeteria.
　　As soon as Chen Yang left, Yang Shanghu smiled and said, "Can the master see anything?"
　　 The old monk shook his head and muttered: "The little layman has a weird face, and a poor monk has never seen such a face in his life."
"Oh?"
　　 Yang Shanghu said with interest: "What is his face?"
　　 "Bipolar Fate~EbookFREE.me~ can't make sense, it can't make sense!"
　　 The old monk shook his head and said.
　　 "Two poles? Which two poles?"
　　 "No way, no way!"
　　 The old monk still shook his head, as if he couldn't even understand what Chen Yang was for.
　　 Yang Shanghu is also very surprised. This Xiangyun Zen master Naixiangdao is even a well-known master of Xiangming in the entire Chinese circle.
　　 It can be said that the richest man in Fragrant Island is looking for his fate, so why can't he tell Chen Yang's fate?
　　 But he also knows the character of Master Xiangyun, if he can't tell, he won't talk nonsense.
　　 Just, in this world, is there really a fate that Master Xiangyun can't see?
　　……
　　 When Chen Yang went to the cafeteria to eat fast food, four more people came to Yang Shanghu's meditation house, one of whom was carrying a suitcase.
　　 All four of them wore ordinary jackets, three men and one woman, four of them were around 30 years old.
　　 "Uncle Yang, where are people?"
　　 After saluting the old monk and Yang Shanghu, a few people also sat on the futon. One of them should be the leader and asked Yang Shanghu respectfully.
　　 "I have arrived, I am eating in the cafeteria."
　　 "What? Arrived? Eating here?"
　　 The four of them were taken aback. Ciyun Temple had been sealed off. The entire courtyard was theirs except for the monks in the monastery.
　　 But... But, he hasn't heard of anyone coming in either!
　　 Then how did this man get in? How could it not alarm them silently?
　　 A few people looked at each other, it seemed incredible.
　　 The person who can dodge their defense is too simple.
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　　PS: Second more. Third at three in the afternoon.