But to his surprise, the moment Daoist Xuányì heard the name Xuáncōng, his face changed. He stared blankly at Jiang Cheng, his eyes filled with shock.
Ye Qiutang naturally knew who Jiang Cheng meant. After Chijie Temple had turned back into Qingfeng Temple, the monks who had lived there had all reverted to being Daoists. The monks of the Hui generation had now become Daoists like Xuányì and Xuánchéng.
And the Daoist Xuáncōng Jiang Cheng mentioned was naturally the former Monk Huicong. Jiang Cheng wanted to know what sort of person Monk Huicong had become.
"Esteemed visitor, my junior brother Xuáncōng... he's unwell. I'm afraid... I'm afraid it wouldn't be convenient for you to see him." Xuányì stammered through the sentence, his expression turning strange.
"Oh?" Jiang Cheng furrowed his brow slightly. "Daoist Xuáncōng is sick?"
"Indeed."
"That's all right. I'm a doctor, and I know a fair bit about difficult and unusual illnesses. I'll trouble you to show us the way, Daoist Xuányì." As Ye Qiutang spoke, she took a rolled-up cloth bundle from her robe. When she unfolded it, rows of silver needles were revealed inside.
Jiang Cheng and Fatty had seen those before. They had originally belonged to Song Tianming. He hadn't expected Ye Qiutang to have brought them too.
Jiang Cheng had thought Xuányì would keep making excuses to put them off. But after noticing the needles and Ye Qiutang's confident expression, Xuányì finally nodded. "All right. Then I'll trouble you, esteemed visitor."
Xuányì led the three of them away from the quiet hall and headed in another direction. His words were full of concern for his junior brother Xuáncōng. "To tell you the truth, my junior brother's illness is very strange. He was perfectly fine before, but last night he suddenly went mad. More than