Wuchen said in a low voice, "If the donor needs something, please call the poor monk," then turned and walked away.

Zhen Shan closed the door again, put the basin on the shelf, poured water in, and felt the warm water with his hand, neither cold nor hot, just enough to wash his face, which shows the little monk's thoughtfulness.

The empress wanted to sigh again, but in the end she didn't. She just washed up quickly, changed her clothes, and walked out of the meditation room.

Wuchen stood under the plum tree in the Zen room. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned to look at her. With just one glance, he lowered his eyes and clasped his hands together to recite the Buddha's name.

Zhen Shan: "..."

She has to wonder if she is really a goblin? Otherwise, why would Wuchen always chant the Buddha's name to her?

Well, isn't she just the vixen who made Buddha fall into the world of mortals?

…

After breakfast, the two of them sat under the plum tree and drank tea. Zhen Shan was silent for a while, but still asked: "Master, do you know the birth of the Buddha Mother?"

Wuchen's hand twisting the beads paused slightly, then nodded lightly, "Every year on the seventh day of April, the townspeople at the foot of the mountain will hold...the Birthday of the Mother of Buddha."

Wu Chen paused for the last three words. Even though his voice had no fluctuations, Zhen Shan somehow felt that his tone when he said those three words was so cold and ironic.

It seems that there is indeed something to be said for being a festival that even young monks with a weak and compassionate temperament hate. It will definitely not be a good day anyway.

"Today is?"

Wuchen said: "The second day of April."

Zhen Shan's eyes flashed slightly, there are still five days left!

"Master, Da Ya and the others are still in the temple?"

Wuchen put down the prayer beads, replaced the cold tea with warm tea, and then said, "They went down the mountain in the early morning."

Zhen Shan was surprised, "Everyone left?"

Wuchen nodded, "Donor Du left a message to the donor, saying that she would go down the mountain first to take a look."

Zhen Shan frowned slightly, Wu Chen looked at her beautiful phoenix eyes, paused, and said softly: "There will be no danger to your life during the day."

Will it not be life-threatening? What about the others?

Zhen Shan took a sip of the osmanthus tea. When she put down the tea cup, she found that the pattern painted on the white porcelain teacup was a lotus with two stems. She raised her eyebrows slightly. Buddhism admires lotus, but this lotus is rare, but she found that Wuchen is very rare now.

I like this lotus flower with both blooms and stems.

She could probably guess what the meaning was, but Zhen Shan didn't want to go into it. She thought too much. Although she wouldn't be so soft-hearted that she would recognize him, or even leave behind the regrets of that life, she couldn't.

Make sure you don't do anything stupid impulsively.

For example, a young monk couldn't help but eat him up and drag him to the hell of mortal world. The holy Buddhist disciple was possessed by love...

Stop it!

The empress suppressed this sinful thought with all her strength, otherwise, I am afraid that her intestines will be ruined for the rest of her life if she is happy for a while, and following one's heart is not such a good idea, is it?

Otherwise, the scumbag halo on her head would really blind her eyes!

No, no!

Zhen Shan felt that he should continue to follow the plot and stop entangled with the little monk about the grudges and grudges of the past life, otherwise the lower limit would really be gone.

"Thank you for taking care of me from last night to today. I will go down the mountain later, so I won't bother you anymore."

As for Wu Chen's memory, Zhen Shan always focused on the Buddhist disciples in Xiangguo Temple who abided by the pure rules and came out of the world in a holy way. His words were unknowingly laced with the subtlety and refinement of that era.

Wuchen raised his eyes, his clear and light eyes were no longer cold and indifferent, without sadness or joy, as if they were rubbed into the moonlight and starlight, gentle and soft, but also inexplicably stubborn. It seemed that turning back was the end, but he was willing to sink into the world of mortals without looking for the other side.

"The poor monk accompanied the donor down the mountain."

Zhen Shan: "..."

Master, please go back to the lotus platform in the clouds and don’t be greedy for the mortal world, it is a hell!

But the Buddha also said: If I don’t go to hell, who will?

Wuchen planned to stay in this hell and never come out.

The demon concubine said: My hell actually refuses visitors!

But she seemed unable to forcefully drive away this 'guest', so she could only persuade him tactfully, "Master, will it be too troublesome for you to follow me down the mountain?"

The master resolutely said: "No!"

Zhen Shan: "..." But I can!

Wuchen gave a reason that she could not refute, "The donor has never been to Shanyuan Town, so he probably doesn't know the way. The poor monk has lived here for many years, so he is quite familiar with it. He should be able to help the donor."

Zhen Shan: "Then... I'll trouble Master again!"

Wuchen shook his head gently, "Help the donor, you will never be tired."

Zhen Shan: "..."

She suspected that the little monk was talking about love just now, but she couldn't believe it, haha!

Finally, the master and the girl should recite countless "Amitabha" phrases together and continue to go down the mountain as a team.

The ballad only said that the woman at the foot of the mountain was a tiger, but the little monk Wuchen took the initiative to bring her to the door and even followed the tigress down the mountain. He was really not afraid of being eaten dry!

However, before going down the mountain, Wuchen took off his monk's clothes and put on a gray short-brown trousers, tightened his trouser legs, put on a pair of black thick-soled cloth shoes, put on a bamboo hat on his head, and restrained his breath. If you didn't see his handsome face,

With Tianren's appearance, one really thought he was an ordinary farmer's man.

Zhen Shan was stunned when she looked at Wuchen who had become ordinary. She had seen the young monk in monk's robes and his delicate bones. She had also seen him in white robes and brocade clothes, holding wind and clouds in his hands, but she had never seen him before.

He is so willing to be ordinary, as if he is just an ordinary farmer man in the mountains.

In a daze, she seemed to remember that she once told him that in her heart, wealth, power, and splendor were not as good as thatched huts in the mountains and ordinary people. All she wanted was to live an ordinary life with the one she loved, with men working and women working.

Weaving, simple meals.

She also forgot that she only said these words sincerely to arouse his pity, but she did not expect that he had never forgotten them and remembered every word in her heart.

Zhen Shan took a deep breath and said, "Que'er, I feel like I can't continue with my escape script."

Queer blinked his golden eyes and tried his best to advise his wife, "Then my wife and Master Wuchen will fall in love again?"

Zhen Shan: "..."

What the hell is love again?

"I feel that I am not very good at it."

"No, Que'er thinks that your Majesty is quite capable. My Majesty, come on, Que'er will always support you!"

Zhen Shan: "..."

Well, thank you very much!

So why is it important for her to ask stupid questions? Is it so that his stupidity can set off her own intelligence?

When did the Demon Concubine become so depraved?

Seeing her staring at him, Wuchen's back tensed up unconsciously. A hint of embarrassment flashed across his thin brows, and he stuttered: "It's not convenient to wear a monk's robe when going down the mountain, so I changed my clothes. Donor, Donor

…”

How is the donor? The young monk couldn't continue talking.

Zhen Shan pursed his lips and smiled, "Master, don't be nervous. It's just that I feel that my clothes don't match Master. How about I change into coarse clothes?"

The roots of Wuchen's ears hidden under the bamboo hat were red, "No, no need, donor, that's fine."

She was weak and the coarse clothes would hurt her skin. He once thought that if he took her away and they lived in seclusion in the mountains, no matter how poor they were, he would not be willing to let her live a life of simple food and clothing and wear linen clothes.

of.

A sad look appeared in Wuchen's eyes. Everything was just his own delusion. He had been practicing for countless years, but he still couldn't save himself.

"master?"

Zhen Shan didn't know why the young monk was so low-pitched, so he opened his lips and called him.

Wuchen came back to his senses and said, "Donor, it's getting late. Let's go down the mountain. It's too late and the sun is too harsh."
Chapter completed!