Zhen Shan: "..."

Zhen Shan quickly put on his clothes and emphasized: "I know!"

She's not a fool, she can't even put on clothes!

The smile on Wuchen's lips grew stronger, "Well, the donor is dressed very well."

Zhen Shan glared at him, "Master, are you coaxing a child?"

"The donor should be young."

"...Actually, master, I am a thousand-year-old monster. My real surname is Bai. I come from Leifeng Pagoda in West Lake. Oh, I once flooded a temple, and I am at odds with the monk."

Wuchen asked: "Did the temple do something to be sorry for the donor?"

Zhen Shan: "..."

No, Master, have you summarized this issue?

Shouldn't she ask why she flooded the temple? She looked like the temple was sorry for her?

Master, I'm really sorry for your behavior, that old master named "Fahai" who is with you!

Wuchen looked at her doubtfully, "Donor?"

He thought for a while and explained nervously, "Donor, don't worry. Although the poor monk is also a monk, he does not conquer demons and eliminate demons. He has no hatred against monsters and monsters. They are not antagonistic. Donor, don't worry."

Zhen Shan: "..."

She's not worried, she's just depressed!

The empress sighed, "If I flooded your temple, master, you probably wouldn't think so."

Wuchen replied seriously: "Then the poor monk must have done something to offend the donor. Karma is what the poor monk deserves."

Zhen Shan looked at the sky, and the stars were shining all over the sky, which made her panic. Her brain was always charged with electricity, and it was constantly watting.

"Master, your Buddha will be very angry when he hears you say this!"

Wuchen lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Buddha sits high in the clouds in the western sky, how often can he observe the misery in the world?"

Zhen Shan was stunned. With these words... was the young monk completely rebellious? He actually talked about his faith like this!

"If this is the case, why does Master still chant sutras and recite Buddha's name every day?"

Wuchen looked at her, his eyes hurt by obsession, "Reciting sutras is to atone for sins, and what you are reciting is not the Buddha."

Zhen Shan's eyes trembled and he whispered: "What crime can Master be guilty of?"

He has nothing to apologize to her for!

Wuchen's eyes suddenly became deep and heavy, "No, the poor monk is guilty."

He abandoned her and pushed her into the fire pit with his own hands. He wanted to save her, but he took her life with his own hands.

To her, his sins were monstrous.

Zhen Shan closed his eyes, his throat was extremely dry, little monk, little monk, why are you so stupid?

"It's cold outside at night, donor, let's go back first."

Wuchen suppressed all his emotions and returned to the indifferent Buddha who came out of the world.

Zhen Shan responded in a low voice.

The two of them had their own thoughts and didn't speak again until they returned to the Bodhi Temple. Originally, she wanted to go back to the Guanyin Hall directly, but she thought that they might have rested at this time. People would be tired after a whole night of tossing.

Moreover, her mind was a little confused now, and she didn't want to answer their questions. Thinking about it, Zhen Shan looked towards the Main Hall. At this time, the Buddha statue had already restored its kind-hearted look, without the green face and fangs, and there was no figure of the old woman in the hall. It should be like this

Those monsters burned by the fire of karma dissipated between heaven and earth at a glance.

Tomorrow I will probably have to go down the mountain to visit Shanyuan Town, Zhen Shan thought, and walked towards the Main Hall.

"Donor," Wuchen called her.

Zhen Shan looked at him, "Master, is there anything else you can do?"

Wuchen said: "The Buddhist hall is dirty and messy. The poor monk will clean it first. The donor will sit on the stone chair here first."

At this time, Zhen Shan discovered that Wuchen had laid a clean soft cushion on the stone stool at some time. He should have guessed that she did not want to go to his monastery, but he also felt that the old woman and the monster were reduced to ashes in the Buddhist temple.

It was dirty. I was afraid of offending her, so I asked to clean it.

This little monk!

Zhen Shan's heart lake rippled, "I'm not that delicate, Master, you don't have to go to such trouble."

Wuchen glanced at her and said, "It's not troublesome."

His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, "That's all this poor monk can do for the donor."

Zhen Shan heard, "Master."

Wuchen's hand holding the beads tightened, and his face turned a little pale. He was afraid that she would refuse, but he felt that she would refuse. After all, she shouldn't care about what he did for her, and he actually didn't deserve it.

"It's a bit rude to disturb you late at night, but there's really no place to go. I wonder if I can borrow the master's Zen monastery to take a rest?"

Wuchen suddenly raised his head to look at her, his light-colored eyes were stunned, as if he felt that he must have heard wrong. Wasn't she unwilling?

Zhen Shan was embarrassed that the two of them were alone. It was obvious that he looked sad and bitter, and felt that his heart was very blocked.

The Demon Concubine always does what she wants. Since not rejecting him can make her feel better, then she shouldn’t reject him. Besides, she won’t share the same room with him when she goes to his Zen room to rest. She can live comfortably as well, so why bother?

What about hypocrisy?

Zhen Shan was amused when he saw that the young monk was still stupid, but his face seemed to be lost, "Isn't it inconvenient, Master? If so..."

"No, no," Wuchen hurriedly explained. He was so nervous that his words were stumbling, "Buddha, a Buddhist, doesn't pay too much attention to anything."

Zhen Shan wanted to laugh. Just now, the little monk said that he did not believe in Buddhism, and now he said that he was a Buddhist. When did the simple little monk become so cunning?

She suppressed her smile and said, "Then I won't bother Master."

"Donor, you're welcome."

…

Wuchen opened the door of his meditation room and said with some embarrassment: "The poor monk in the other meditation room didn't have time to clean it up and accumulated dust. If the donor doesn't mind, he can rest in the poor monk's meditation room."

Zhen Shan asked him, "Where is the master?"

"The poor monk can just meditate under the plum tree in the courtyard."

"Isn't this... bad?"

"The poor monk often meditates there, it's not in the way," Wuchen said softly, "It's very late, the donor should rest early."

Zhen Shan no longer refused, "Then I will bother the master."

Wuchen clasped his hands and recited a Buddha's name, then exited the meditation room and walked towards the plum blossom forest in the courtyard.
Chapter completed!