However, now was not the time to think about this. She took off his coat, put it on her body, and walked out.

Before reaching the door, the door of the meditation room was suddenly pushed open, and the young monk's handsome face came into view.

Wuchen didn't expect to open the door and see the person he was longing for, his eyes flashing, his face slightly red, and he stuttered when he spoke, "Shan, Shanshan, how did you come out? But you are very hungry?"

Seeing that he was fine, Zhen Shan looked slightly relaxed and did not answer him. He only stretched out his hand to pull him in.

Wuchen's eyes fell on her collar unconsciously, and the red marks that could not be hidden by the clothes came into view. His eyes darkened, mixed with a little distress.

He put the food box in his hand on the table and took out a jade porcelain vase from his arms, "Shan Shan."

Zhen Shan turned to look at him, and the little monk became nervous again. The two of them had talked about everything, and they were completely heart-to-heart and intimate. She originally thought that he would no longer be nervous, but now it seems that he is more like a new lover.

What a brat.

She was amused, "What?"

Wuchen pursed his thin lips slightly and gave her the jade porcelain bottle in his hand, "I just said, poor monk...I accidentally hurt you. This ointment can be used to rub it on."

Zhen Shan looked at the ointment on his hand and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is it accidental? Is it intentional?"

Wuchen's face turned even redder, "I'm a poor monk, I'm a poor monk..."

Zhen Shan took a step closer, their bodies were almost touching each other, their breaths blended together, Wu Chen's breath was suffocated, his eyelashes trembled fiercely, and their bodies became tense.

Zhen Shan's slender fingers pointed at his heart, "I thought Wuchen was taking revenge on me?"

Wuchen: "..."

"No, poor monk, no."

Zhen Shan didn't seem to believe it, "Really?"

Wuchen's eyes dimmed slightly, "I never thought about taking revenge on you."

He wanted to say that he had never thought of hurting her, but thinking of the marks he had just left on her body, he did not have the courage to say it.

Especially her waist and thighs were covered in bruises, which were left when he couldn't control them...

Thinking of this, when Wuchen's ears turned red, his eyebrows were filled with guilt and distress, "Yes, right..."

Zhen Shanfeng narrowed her eyes slightly, "Want to apologize again?"

Wuchen straightened his back immediately, "No, I won't apologize."

Zhen Shan couldn't help but smile, stretched out her arms to hug him, and rubbed his chest gently, "I did it myself. Even if I get hurt, I won't blame you."

Wuchen's eyes trembled slightly, his arms wrapped around her and held her tightly.

In the past, he had seen someone praying to the Buddha for time to stop. At that time, he could not understand how time could stop.

Even gods and Buddhas cannot control time. They can only become stronger or perish in the ruthless passage of time.

But now, he realized how difficult and heart-wrenching this prayer was. He also thought about it and wished that time would stop so that he could hug her more.

However, Wuchen watched the sky outside gradually darken. Like other confused mortals, his prayers were ultimately not answered.

Zhen Shan didn't seem to notice the sadness that surged from his body for a moment, and backed away slightly, "Okay, I haven't eaten anything since I've been making trouble all day, why don't you eat something with me?"

The sadness in Wuchen's eyes had dissipated when she looked at him, and smiled softly, "Okay."

Soft and glutinous red dates and millet porridge, vegetarian vegetable cakes, stir-fried spring bamboo shoots... and the plum blossom candy cake she was thinking about. The little monk's cooking skills are still as good as before.

Zhen Shan took a mouthful of porridge and put it in his mouth. Is this the last time?

Her heart twitched slightly, and she suppressed the pain, not wanting the two of them to spend the few remaining moments crying.

Zhen Shan raised his eyes, smiled and praised, "It's delicious."

Wuchen's eyes became softer, and the words "I will often cook them for you in the future" were stuck in his throat. He... had no future!

The sweetness that suddenly surged up in his throat reminded him that there would be no future.

He smiled slightly and said, "As long as you like it."

Looking at her pale face, Zhen Shan could hardly hold the spoon in her hand. She lowered her eyes, unable to swallow, but she continued to eat.

This was the last meal the little monk cooked for her. It couldn't be wasted.

Wuchen's eyes trembled violently, and he was extremely powerless.

…

After dinner, Zhen Shan said she wanted to go out for a walk, but Wu Chen did not agree immediately this time, saying that he wanted her to take medicine first.

Zhen Shan said that it would be fine in a few days and that there was no need to bother applying medicine, but the stubborn little monk insisted that it was needed.

Being left helpless, the demon concubine was a little annoyed, "Either you come and help me apply the medicine yourself, or you just listen to me."

Wu Chen's face suddenly turned red, and smoke was still rising from his head. But when Zhen Shan thought he would be embarrassed and ran away, he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Then, the poor monks, help you."

Zhen Shan: "..."

If she hadn't known how stupid this idiot was, she would have thought that he was waiting for her here on purpose to take advantage of her.

She was a little embarrassed at first, but seeing the silly monk burying his head in his clothes was funny. I don't know, she thought she was going to play some rogue way on this Buddhist monk who had just left the world.

Zhen Shan raised his eyebrows, "Do you really want to help me?"

Wuchen's face turned red, but he still mustered up the courage to nod, "Shan Shan will feel uncomfortable."

Zhen Shan's eyes trembled slightly, "Okay."

However, when the medicine was actually applied, the demon concubine felt a little regretful. Seeing the little monk fuming with shame, she didn't dare to look at her at all. However, her body was so tight that she almost couldn't control her sinful claws.

But... Zhen Shan looked at the sky and died on the bed. It sounds very romantic, but after thinking about it, he might as well forget it.

Not only was it hard for her to accept it, but the young monk might also die with his eyes open!

Alas, is she enjoying herself in hardship?

Not being serious can actually make her feel relieved a little bit. Is it possible that there is some strange factor in her bones?

As soon as the words came out, Zhen Shan silently covered his face.

…

The moon was sparse, the breeze was gentle, and without the monsters and ambitious Ming Kong, the town of Shanyuan returned to its former peace and tranquility, but it was also extremely deserted.

This whole day was full of joy, anger, sorrow, love and hate, and there was a lot of turmoil. Finally, it calmed down. However, Zhen Shan sat under the plum tree and relied on him, but she felt that her heart was empty and tight.

Being able to make trouble is actually a blessing, isn't it?

Wuchen looked at his hands that were gradually disintegrating, his eyes flickered, and he buried his eyes in her hair, sniffing lightly, trying to carve her scent into his soul.

Zhen Shan raised his head and kissed his lips gently, lingering, affectionate, and full of reluctance.

"Wuchen, do you want to hear me play the flute?"

Wuchen opened his eyes, there was pain in them, but his expression remained gentle, "Okay."

Zhen Shan sat up straight, turned her hands over, and placed a white jade flute in her palm. She placed it gently to her lips and blew it gently.

The sound of the flute is clear, like the moonlight shining in the night sky, faint and lingering, with a hint of heart-wrenching sadness.

Wuchen stared at her, her picturesque features were so stunning when he first saw them, and now they are engraved in his heart, no matter what, they cannot be erased or let go.

In this world of mortals, it was his greatest luck to meet her!

He could not cultivate to live forever with her. He only wished that she would be safe and sound from now on, without any worries, Amitabha!

Zhen Shan suddenly felt that his shoulders were a little heavy. The flute played for a moment, and he turned his eyes. He closed his eyes and leaned on her shoulders. There was no more beads in his hands, he just held the corners of her clothes quietly and never let go.

.

The flowers fall, the flute plays again, bid you farewell...

…

"Look!"

Outside the Bodhi Temple, Lin Feng and the four of them, who were still worried, went up the mountain. However, as soon as they arrived outside the temple, they heard the faint sound of the flute, filled with reluctance and sadness.

The four of them couldn't help but stop, their expressions a bit silent.

Suddenly, Daya exclaimed, and the four of them looked up and saw a golden brilliance streaming down from the sky, and countless plum petals flying in the air, as if they were saying goodbye to someone.

"this……"

Before they could recover from the shock, they saw the golden brilliance condense and turn into a pure and flawless Buddha bone relic, which was held up by the petals. However, instead of leaving, they gradually returned to the monastery.

The sound of the flute still persists, like a constant sobbing sound.

"That's...Buddha's heart!"

They just didn't have time to explore. The system's beep sounded and the scenery in front of them gradually blurred. It was only seven days, but it seemed like a lifetime had passed.

The sound of the flute is faint, the sound of the Sanskrit is faint, we meet but we are not together, can we see each other again?
Chapter completed!