Wu Chen stiffly tried to push the female donor away, but Zhen Shan, who had found a warm and safe haven, naturally did not want to leave. She hugged his neck tightly and murmured pitifully: "Don't go, don't go, it's cold, cold...

"

Seeing her sobbing softly again, Wuchen reluctantly put down his hands and sighed in a low voice.

Fortunately, there is no one else here, otherwise the reputation of Donor Zhen would be ruined.

Tonight, I did it out of necessity to save the benefactor Zhen. I did not mean to offend the female benefactor, nor did I have any distracting thoughts in my mind. I hope that my Buddha will be merciful. After I return, I will fast and ask my forgiveness to my Buddha, Amitabha.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, saw that the five aggregates are all empty, and survived all the hardships. Relic, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color..."

All night long, Wuchen maintained the same posture, holding the warm and fragrant soft jade in his arms, but his expression was compassionate and clear, untainted by any human thoughts. He closed his eyes, twisted the beads, and the low, transparent and ethereal Sanskrit sounds echoed in the cave.

, seems to bear witness to how firm and flawless his Buddhist heart is.

The empress nestled in the warm embrace of the young monk and listened to his long and leisurely chanting, and fell asleep very peacefully.

That is, Que'er in her consciousness almost burst into tears, especially when she saw that the crystal heart was still tenaciously golden, she gritted her teeth.

This little monk is so full of blessings that he doesn’t know how to be blessed!

However, is it true that Wuchen’s Buddha’s heart is so firm that there is no ripple in it?

maybe!

…

The next day, at dawn, Zhen Shan opened her eyes. Her phoenix eyes were filled with confusion, and her little face was pink, making her look like a charming and confused girl.

She slowly sat up, rubbed her brows, and then raised her eyes to look around.

There was no one in the cave, the young monk was not there, but she was sitting on a pile of straw, covered with the young monk's coat, and there were firewood and sparks next to her.

Zhen Shan looked at the gray monk's clothes, her beautiful eyes slightly raised, but she didn't know whether the quiet sandalwood fragrance lingering on the tip of her nose was from the little monk's clothes, or something else?

The empress curled her lips slightly, raised her hand, opened her sleeves, and looked at the belt wrapped around her right hand, which was torn from the young monk's robe. The smile on her lips deepened.

At this time, the cave became dark for a moment, and it turned out that the young monk had returned from outside.

In the sunlight, he looked handsome, tall and handsome.

When Wuchen saw Zhen Shan waking up, a trace of embarrassment seemed to flash across his clear brows, and then the transparent and compassionate Buddha asked again, "Amitabha, donor Zhen is awake, is there any discomfort in the body?"

Zhen Shan felt a little ashamed and said, "It's fine now. I caused trouble to Master Wuchen yesterday."

Wuchen felt relieved when he saw that her expression was the same and she seemed to have no memory of what happened after she fainted.

He is a monk and can take everything lightly, but she is just an ordinary girl, so he is afraid that she might have something to think about.

"Donor Zhen is too polite. If the poor monk hadn't been careless, the benefactor would not have been injured. But next time, Donor Zhen should not take such risks again."

"You can't watch Master Wuchen get hurt like this. As long as Master Wuchen is fine, it's fine."

The woman's gentle smile meant that he really valued his life more than her own. As long as he was fine, everything would be peaceful and sunny.

Wuchen was slightly startled, remembering the woman huddled pitifully and frailly in his arms yesterday, and seeing her now gentle and gentle, smiling calmly.

Do you hide all your pain and care completely about him as a monk?

For some unknown reason, Wuchen's heart felt like it was pricked by a tiny needle. The slight pain was so strange that it flashed away and he couldn't catch it even if he wanted to.

Or maybe Wu Chen doesn't understand it now, let alone explore it.

The two looked at each other quietly, one with a gentle smile but unclear feelings, and the other with an empty and bright Buddha heart, accidentally falling into the world of mortals.

There is a touch of warmth surrounding it!

The morning dew is fresh, and something is slowly changing.
Chapter completed!