Zhen Shan lowered her thick and curled eyelashes to hide the interest in her eyes. This was one of the hundred gods she wanted to 'help'.

A monk?

Emotional?

Wouldn't that mean that she would force him to drag him from the holy and spotless lotus platform into the struggle of the world of mortals?

What a crime!

However, it's very interesting.

The empress was in a very good mood, and even this dilapidated body made her feel uncomfortable, so she ignored it.

"Master Wuchen, could you please come and see how my young lady is doing?"

The maid wiped her tears and gave her seat to him.

"Amitabha, this poor monk is rude!"

Wuchen didn't squint his eyes, and didn't look at the beautiful beauty on the bed who was as soft as the wind and as fragile as glass.

Zhen Shan's beautiful eyes moved slightly as she looked at the young monk who was standing in front of him and felt that the crystal heart on the scroll of becoming a god did not fluctuate at all.

Tsk, he is indeed the reincarnation of the true god who is heartless and has no desires.

The empress said, little monk, you have successfully attracted my attention.

Zhen Shan coughed a few times and stretched out a bright wrist. The skin was like gelatin, white and flawless, so delicate and fragile that it seemed to break at the touch of a touch.

The maid covered Zhen Shan's hand with a handkerchief, and then Wu Chen placed his hand on her pulse.

The indifferent and compassionate little monk sighed softly, "Donor, don't force anything, just think about it."

Zhen Shan covered her lips and sobbed softly, "Things that belong to me were once taken away by others, but I can only drag my broken body to survive in the world."

"Miss..." The maid looked at her young lady worriedly.

"That's all, I've already died once, so what if I mess with myself again?"

After saying that, Zhen Shan closed his eyes lightly, and there was a crystal teardrop hanging on his eyelashes, which lingered on and made people feel extremely pitiful.

Of course, the person who felt pity was the little maid beside her. She gritted her teeth and wanted to eat the flesh and bones of the person who had brought her young lady to such an end.

Wuchen, on the other hand, put his palms together and recited a Buddha's name, without sadness or joy, in an ethereal silence.

"Master Wuchen, my young lady..."

"Almsgiver Zhen is depressed in the heart, and the five internal organs are not accessible. Previously, he could not lift it up in one breath, which caused him to faint. Now he can wake up, and there is no big problem. The poor monk prescribes a few medicines, and takes the medicine well. Don't worry too much, the body will take care of it.

Getting better gradually."

"Then I'll trouble Master Wuchen."

"Donor, you're welcome."

"Miss, please take a good rest first. Master Wuchen and I will go get the medicine."

"Um."

Wuchen nodded slightly, and there was a breeze when he came, and he went away calmly, leaving no trace.

What a monk who meditates and abides by the strict rules.

But, can the Buddha in his heart really stop this matter of fate?

…

After the room became quiet, the sharp pain between the demon concubine's brows relaxed a lot.

Who would have thought that the empress had just tested the mission target while fusing the memory of the original owner?

She was able to endure the pain of all kinds of torture in the eighteenth level of hell, and she looked pitiful on her face. The discomfort of fused memories was naturally nothing.

Zhen Shan turned over gracefully and sorted out the memories of his original body in his mind.

Her original name was also Zhen Shan, and she was the legitimate second daughter of Zhen Wanjiang, the Minister of Household Affairs of the Liang Kingdom. Her mother came from the once prosperous Shang family.

Her mother was originally Zhen Shangshu's first wife. Later, when the Shang family declined and Zhen Wanjiang came to power, she secretly had an affair with Zhu, the daughter of a king with a different surname.

Later, Zhen Wanjiang demoted the original owner's mother to a common wife because she had nothing to do for three years, and married Zhu as his legitimate wife.

The original mother was heartbroken because of this, her health deteriorated, and she passed away a few years after giving birth to the original owner.

It is easy to imagine the life of the original owner, a legitimate daughter of an ordinary wife who had lost her mother and whose grandfather had declined, living in the Zhen Mansion.
Chapter completed!