"Master Wuchen, what's the matter?" Zhen Shan asked with a smile.

"Tomorrow, the poor monk will go down the mountain to provide free medical clinics in various small villages. I wonder if Donor Zhen would like to go with him?"

"May I?"

Zhen Shan was a little surprised that the young monk actually took the initiative to ask her out?

It’s rare!

A smile appeared on Wuchen's lips and he nodded, "The books are just theories after all. If Patron Zhen wants to truly learn medical skills, he still needs to touch the patients hand-in-hand."

Zhen Shan smiled slightly and nodded, "Master Wuchen is right, so where should I wait for Master Wuchen tomorrow morning?"

"In front of the mountain gate."

"good."

"The return date for my trip down the mountain is uncertain, but do you have anything else to arrange?"

Zhen Shan's bright and smiling phoenix eyes dimmed slightly, and then the smile remained the same, "It's nothing, the national temple is safe, the bird is here, I don't need to worry about anything."

Wuchen did not ignore the sadness that had just flashed in her eyes, remembering that the little novice monk in the temple who was not calm enough had discussed things about her.

He lost his mother when he was young, his marriage was robbed, he was driven to the national temple, and no one cared about him.

A touch of pity flashed through Wuchen's heart, but he didn't say anything and didn't know what to say.

…

"Donor Zhen, what are you doing?"

Early in the morning, Wuchen, carrying a bamboo basket on his back, just arrived in front of the mountain gate. He saw not the beautiful figure in the elegant dress before, but...

Wearing a gray monk's robe, a monk's cap, and a pair of slightly decorated eyebrows with hazy and beautiful features from the distant mountains, before him is a cute little novice monk with red lips and white teeth.

When Zhen Shan saw Wu Chen, he pursed his lips and smiled, teasing: "Is it possible that Master Wu Chen wants to take a female donor around?"

Wuchen was slightly embarrassed, it was indeed because he had not thought carefully.

"In order to prevent Master Wuchen from being known as a drunken monk, during these days, the young monk named Wu Xin is Master Wuchen's young disciple."

Zhen Shan clasped his hands together and introduced himself solemnly, as if he were a little novice monk.

Wuchen was slightly startled, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips, "Amitabha."

Zhen Shan also smiled, as pretty as a three-spring flower, and said, "Master Wuchen, I wish I didn't realize that I lied."

"Almsgiver Zhen is not originally from the Buddhist sect, so it is just for convenience, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Zhen Shan seemed surprised, covering her lips and jokingly said: "I thought Master Wuchen was a master who valued Buddhist rules and precepts above all else."

Wuchen was not embarrassed, and he knew that she was joking with him, "I am ashamed of myself."

"It's me who should be ashamed. I took up the position of Master Wuchen's disciple for nothing. If the other young masters in the Guo Temple find out, they will stare at me to death."

This is the truth. Although Wuchen is young, he has a very high status in the national temple and the Dharma is profound. There are countless young monks who want to worship him as their teacher.

It's just that over the years, Wuchen has refused to accept disciples because of his shallow qualifications.

"Almsgiver Zhen has a very high understanding of Buddhism. If you are a monk, a poor monk would not dare to accept you as a disciple."

Zhen Shan blinked and said with a smile: "Master, it's time for you to teach your disciples to enlighten their minds."

Wuchen was slightly startled, then smiled calmly, "Enlighten your heart."

When they arrived at the bottom of the mountain, Zhen Shan asked Wu Chen to carry the bamboo basket for her. How could the master be carrying something while the disciple was empty-handed?

Wuchen was unwilling at first. She was a weak woman, how could she afford to carry this bamboo basket?
Chapter completed!