When he finished washing the clothes and hung them to dry in the courtyard, Zhen Shan looked at the clothes with a big hole in them and said with some embarrassment, "I'll help Master Wuchen mend the clothes after they're done tonight."

Then, at night...

Tear!

The hole is even bigger!

Wuchen, who was sitting in the hall reading Buddhist scriptures, heard the sound and raised his eyes. His quiet and clear light-colored eyes looked at the woman sitting next to him, staring at the needle and thread, and the clothes with bigger holes in her hands!

Wuchen was startled.

"I, I..."

Zhen Shan's face was on fire, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.

"Almsgiver Zhen, come here, poor monk," Wuchen said warmly, but he didn't mean to blame her.

"Master Wuchen, I'm sorry!"

Wuchen took the needlework and clothes from her hand, with a gentle smile on his face, "It's nothing."

Zhen Shan slumped his shoulders and looked listless, "Master Wuchen, do you think I'm useless?"

"How could it be? No one is perfect."

Zhen Shan looked at Wuchen expertly mending the hole she tore again and again, and tilted his head, "But I think Master Wuchen is omnipotent."

Even the female workers are so good at it, the little monk is very capable!

Wuchen raised his eyes and smiled gently, "A monk practices hard and has to do everything himself. He can't say he can do everything."

Zhen Shan leaned on the table with his hands, supporting his head, "Compared to Master Wuchen, my limbs are simply inactive."

"Donor Zhen, may I take the liberty to ask a question?"

Over the past few days, Wu Chen has shown more sincere concern for Zhen Shan. Unlike in the beginning, no matter how bleak her life experience was, he just sympathized with her as he sympathized with the suffering of all living beings.

"Master Wuchen, do you want to ask me why I am not a popular girl?"

"It's the poor monk who took the liberty!"

Zhen Shan shook his head, lowered his eyes and smiled, not sure whether it was relief or self-deprecating, "Since I was a child, my upbringing mother told me that I will become a crown princess or a queen in the future. Mothers are responsible for the world, and I shouldn't learn from female celebrities.

.”

Wuchen's hand holding the needle paused.

Zhen Shan touched his sleeves and smiled, "If I had known that I had learned so much about housekeeping, it would be less useful to learn from this female celebrity."

Wuchen was silent, and suddenly asked someone whose identity was very inconsistent with his image as a Buddhist disciple, "Does Donor Zhen feel unwilling to do so?"

Zhen Shan was stunned, as if he didn't expect Wu Chen to ask her such a question.

Wuchen also realized how inappropriate the question he asked was, so he put down his needlework and clothes, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, almsgiver, this poor monk is presumptuous."

Zhen Shan's eyebrows curved and he smiled lightly, "Master Wuchen is willing to ask me such a question. I'm not happy yet, so how can I be presumptuous?"

Wuchen was slightly startled.

Zhen Shan blinked, "This proves that Master Wuchen regards me as a good friend and is no longer just a stranger like 'Donor Zhen', right?"

Wuchen's heart relaxed, "Zhen's benefactor and the poor monk have the same interests. It is the poor monk's good fortune to have such a friend."

Yes, it's just friends, like friends, and brothers, who care about each other, and there's nothing wrong with that.

Wuchen thought so in his heart.

Zhen Shan lowered his eyes and smiled, "I am also very happy to meet Master Wuchen. I can discuss Buddhism with you, learn medical skills, save people and cure diseases. My heart has something to rely on, and the years are peaceful. It can be compared to being in the palace, as a man, with

People are constantly fighting, and it is much better to be trapped in one world and struggle all their lives. Therefore, now I am not unwilling, but happy."

"Every gain must come with a loss. If Donor Zhen can think about it, everything will be fine."

"Of course," Zhen Shan smiled with crooked eyebrows, bright and pretty, without any haze, "but, Master Wuchen, we are friends, can you please stop calling me 'Zhen Donor' all the time, call me Wu Xin, I am very

Love this name."

"Okay, Wu Xin!"

"Then can I call you Wuchen in private?"

"Of course," Wuchen didn't think there was anything wrong, and even felt a hint of happiness in his heart, and nodded.

"Wu Chen," Zhen Shan's eyes were crystal clear and she murmured in a low voice, with endless aftertaste.

"Yeah," Wuchen's brows were filled with a smile that he hadn't even noticed.

Que'er, who had been watching the interaction between the two, saw that the crystal heart added a hint of red, and before that, the crystal heart had already been smudged one-fifth of the red.

The empress is the empress!

It’s so boring!

…

In the days that followed, Zhen Shan followed Wu Chen through small villages one after another. The length of stay each time was based on the patient situation in nearby villages.

But they didn't bring enough medicinal herbs, so they often had to go to the mountains or forests to collect medicinal herbs.

The two get along more and more naturally, keeping each other company along the way, and their relationship becomes closer.

Zhen Shan is not as polite as before, always dignified and courteous, and Wu Chen is no longer as polite and distant as before.

Zhen Shan would even joke with him often, and every time, Wu Chen would either give a serious answer or smile helplessly.

But it seems that the two of them enjoy such a fulfilling and warm life.

In the blink of an eye, winter has quietly arrived and the weather is getting colder.

Zhenshan and Wuchen basically visited all the small villages near the capital.

Seeing that winter was approaching, the two decided to return to the national temple before the first snow fell.

Just halfway, suddenly...

The weapons met each other, and the sounds of fighting were heard.

Wuchen stopped, grabbed Zhen Shan's hand, and led her into the darkness.

I saw a group of men in black in front of me, surrounding and killing a convoy. There were old people, women and children in the convoy, even though there were many guards.

But the men in black are obviously desperadoes, cruel and inhumane, and will still massacre even weak and innocent people.

Wu Chen frowned lightly.

"Master Wuchen, what should we do?"

It was the first time Zhen Shan saw such a bloody scene. Even if he didn't scream in surprise, his face was so frightened that he turned pale.

Wuchen handed her a small porcelain bottle and softly comforted her: "Don't be afraid, there is a drug in it. If anyone comes near, just spill it."

Zhen Shan held the porcelain bottle tightly, "Do you want to save them?"

"Um."

"Then be careful, I will wait for you here obediently."

Wuchen looked at the weak woman in front of him, her face turned pale with fright, but she still firmly supported any decision he made, and her clear brows were unconsciously tainted with a hint of tenderness, "Don't worry."

"good."

When Zhen Shan saw Wuchen's figure, he rushed over and easily caught the knife that was about to hit the old man. In the blink of an eye, he subdued several black men and lost the ability to hurt others.

The young monk not only has profound Buddhist teachings and superb medical skills, but also has superb martial arts.

Should I say that I am truly worthy of being the reincarnation of a god?

Even if he becomes a mortal, he is so outstanding that it is embarrassing.

So, even if he is a monk, the little girl in green in the motorcade is so fascinated that her face turns crimson and her heart is secretly filled with love!

Zhen Shan looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand, a hint of interest flashed across his beautiful eyes.

A steady flow of water can cultivate feelings, but for a young monk like Wuchen who is determined to seek Buddha, even if she stays by his side for a lifetime, there will be no results.

That heart will never fully belong to her.

Therefore, when it’s time to take strong medicine, you still can’t be soft-hearted.

Queer: "..." What do you want to do?

Why are my feet so cold?
Chapter completed!