Song Hui Lin shook her head and said: "The famous doctor Su is actually named Su Shou Yi, a man from Yanbei, not Su Xing He."

  Yang Chengye nodded and said: "Miss Song, can you tell me what rare book your father has obtained?"

  "Sorry, I'm afraid I can't tell you that."

  Song Hui Lin's response was within Yang Cheng Ye's expectations, although he had saved her once, it didn't mean she would tell him all her secrets as a stranger.

  However, Yang Chengye did not get entangled in this matter, but instead took out a pill and threw it to Song Huilin.

  "Miss Song, your injury is not serious, take this pill and you will recover by tomorrow."

  Yang Chengye finished speaking and sat cross-legged on the couch.

  Song Hui Lin took the medicine pill and asked Yang Cheng Ye: "I don't know your esteemed surname and great name, it's also good to repay each other in the future."

  Yang Chengye smiled and said: "I am Yang Chengye, some trivial matters are not worth mentioning, miss, you should rest early, tomorrow you will pretend to be my book boy."

  Upon hearing this, Song Hui Lin hesitated somewhat. As a woman, being alone with a man in the same room at night was perhaps...

  Yang Chengye saw through Song Huilin's thoughts and smiled, saying: "Miss Song can rest assured, I will meditate for a night."

  Yang Chengye finished speaking and closed his eyes, entering a state of meditation.

  Song Hui Lin looked at Yang Cheng Ye's slightly immature face, this person was so young, looking even younger than herself by a few years, why would his martial arts be so high?

  If I could be with him forever...

  "Pffft"

  At this thought, Song Hui Lin's cheeks suddenly turned red, and she secretly scolded herself for being so shameless, wondering why she would have such thoughts.

  Seeing Yang Chengye had really fallen asleep, Song Huiyun pulled over the quilt and covered her head before falling asleep.

  Tonight's Shaolin Temple will not be quiet, Yang Chengye and Song Huilin made a fuss, all the monks are on guard.

  On the second day, Yang Chengye woke up from his meditation and found that Song Huilin had already left, and the bed was neatly arranged.

  After a simple wash, Yang Chengye left the Zen room and strolled around the temple. Everywhere he went, he heard monks discussing last night's events.

  "Master Yang, did you have a good rest last night?"

  At this time, Monk Hui Xin came before Yang Cheng and asked.

  Yang Chengye said: "What's wrong? The whole night was in a mess. What happened to your temple?"

  The old monk replied, "Last night two thieves broke into the temple, so all the monks are catching thieves and disturbing the donors' rest. Please forgive us!"

  Yang Chengye deliberately asked: "Someone dares to come to Shaolin Temple to steal, I wonder if the thief has been caught?"

  Jue Xin and Shang were embarrassed: "It's shameful to say, let Yang Shi Zhu see the joke, the thief ran away."

  Yang Chengye asked again: "I don't know what the thief wants to steal?"

  "This..."

  The monk hesitated for a moment before saying: "Our humble temple has lost nothing and we do not know what the thief wants to steal."

  I nodded and said: "That's good, the Shaolin Temple is a treasure of the martial arts world. Any object is priceless, and not losing it is already a great fortune!"

  Yang Chengye's sentence made Jue Xin and Shang very pleased, and they quickly said that Yang Chengye was overpraising.

  Yang Chengye suddenly asked, "Master Jue Xin, do you know when Master Jue Wu will return? You also know that Mrs. Han's illness is getting worse and worse, and as a Buddhist monk with compassion, I think he won't ignore it?"

  Jue Xin and Shang replied, "Yang Shi's words are too serious. Even the Buddha himself cut off his own flesh to feed an eagle, universally saving all beings is the fundamental principle of our Buddhist family, let alone that Mrs. Han is the younger sister of my fellow Dharma brother."

  He paused for a moment, then continued: "However, I am only the abbot of the Precepts Courtyard. I think the Master should know about this. I'll go ask the Abbot now, and as soon as I get any news, I will inform Yang Shizhu. What do you think?"

  Since Jue Xin and Shang had already said as much, Yang Chengye didn't ask any more questions. Silently cursing the old fox, he also politely said: "Then I'll have to trouble Master Jue Xin."

  After Jue Xin and Shang left, Yang Chengye walked towards that courtyard along the route of last night.

  The courtyard covers an area of 100 mu, with high walls and a three-story wooden building inside, with blue bricks and green tiles, looking simple and majestic.

  Above the gate of the temple hangs a plaque with three large characters "Cang Jing Ge".

  Yang Chengye didn't see the sign last night, but he heard Song Hui Lin and others talking, and he had already guessed most of it.

  But today's Cangjing Pavilion is a bit different. Everywhere are monks in twos and threes, and whenever someone approaches, they will speak to persuade them to leave.

  Yang Chengye had just approached the Scripture Pavilion when two young monks blocked his way.

  "Patron, this is a sacred place of Buddhism, sightseeing is not allowed, please forgive us!"

  One of the monks put his palms together and said to Yang Chengye.

  Yang Chengye's eyes rolled around and he said: "Little master, I am from Jiaxing, my family has a younger brother who ran away from home two years ago."

  "I recently heard someone saw him at Shaolin Temple, so I came to take a look."

  The monk was about to drive him away, but was stopped by another monk.

  "May I ask, sir, what is your younger brother's surname and given name? What is his Dharma name?"

  Another monk asked.

  Yang Chengye thought for a moment and said: "The Dharma name is Jueyuan, and he became a monk in your temple."

  After hearing Yang Chengye's words, the monk suddenly said: "It turns out that you are the elder brother of Master Jueyuan."

  "Master Yuanshu is sweeping the Zen room for Master Shu's ancestor, come with me."

  The monk finished speaking and, disregarding others' attempts to stop him, led Yang Chengye into the courtyard of the Scripture Storage Pavilion.

  Yang Chengye didn't think it would be so smooth, and he had only made up a few nonsense sentences before entering the Dazang Institute.

  When Yang Chengye walked into the Scripture Pavilion's courtyard, he was immediately disappointed. There were still two robust monks standing guard in front of the pavilion.

  But the monk led Yang Chengye not to the scripture storage room, but along a small path in the courtyard to a low house.

  "Reporting to Master Yuanshan."

  The monk spoke in front of the small house.

  "What's going on?!"

  The monk's words had just fallen when a tender voice came from inside the house.

  "Master, someone has come to visit."

  "Ouch!"

  The door opened and a seven or eight-year-old little monk with a shaved head, wearing a blue monk's robe and holding a feather duster in his hand came out.

  The little monk closed the door and asked the other monk, "Who is looking for me?"

  The little monk said as he pulled his robe over his shoulder, which was obviously too big for him.

  Yang Chengye had sharp eyes and saw a red birthmark the size of a copper coin on Xiaoheshang's left shoulder at a glance.

  The monk replied after hearing what Xiao He Shang had said: "It is this donor who says he is looking for his lost brother."

  After hearing the monk's words, Yang Chengye couldn't help but widen his eyes. He realized that Jueyuan was actually a 7 or 8 year old child and also the monk's master's uncle. It seemed that he had a high status in Shaolin Temple.

  However, judging from the timeline, Jueyuan should be very young and will also accept an apprentice named Zhang Junbao in the future.

  Xiaohe looked at Yang Chengye with curiosity, scratching his bald head and said in confusion: "Your brother is lost, why come here to find me?"