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The mountainside was not what Qingcheng thought it was, but a temple. When Qingcheng was faltering and about to die, a young monk discovered them and carried Yanyan up the mountain for her. Once inside, he immediately called the abbot to come over.

Treatment.

"Female donor, the female donor's injuries are no longer serious!" The abbot was busy for a long time and said to Qingcheng, who was sitting there so exhausted that he was about to fall asleep.

"Oh! Thank you, abbot!" Qingcheng was delighted and immediately stood up and walked over.

Yanyan's injured left shoulder had been bandaged. She was covered with a quilt, her face swept away the evil spirit of the battlefield, and she fell asleep sweetly, like a baby.

"The benefactor."

"Oh! Abbot! Is there something wrong?" Qingcheng was surprised that the abbot hadn't left yet. She said and gave a salute.

The abbot responded with a salute: "The donor is fine! Just take good care of yourself and regulate your breath. But when the time comes for you, the donor, you don't look good, you need to take good care of yourself and cultivate yourself!"

"Oh! Thank you, I'm fine, I'm just too tired!"

"Oh! That's good, then the ordinary monk will retire, and someone will bring the fast food." The old monk said and left.

In the evening, Qingcheng reluctantly ate some fast food and stayed with Yanyan. For some reason, these days, she always felt exhausted, couldn't cheer up, and had no appetite for anything.

It was night, and Qingcheng, who had been sleepy during the day, couldn't sleep at night. Yanyan breathed evenly and slept soundly, so she thought it was okay!

Opening the door, the cold wind took advantage of it. Qingcheng tightened his tight clothes and walked out casually.

The sound of chanting sutras came from the Buddhist hall, and the masters were still doing evening classes.

Qingcheng walked through the long corridor and walked into the Buddhist hall. Somehow, listening to those Sanskrit sounds, his chest that had been inexplicably depressed seemed to suddenly feel enlightened, and his heart felt calm.

A young master came over and glanced at Qingcheng. Qingcheng gently signaled to be quiet! The young monk smiled understandingly and went straight away!

Suddenly, Qingcheng stared at one place and stood there blankly for a while. After a moment, he frantically pulled away from the crowd as if he wanted to wake up, possessed one person and hugged him tightly, crying like crazy:

"Chengtian, it turns out you're not dead!"

The sound of chanting sutras suddenly disappeared, and all the masters gathered around Qingcheng, watching everything they suddenly discovered.

Sitting on the futon was the newly arrived monk Luo Chen. The woman hugged him crazily, crying and laughing while shouting a name——Chengtian!

Looking at Qingcheng who was crying with joy, their calm hearts seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming in winter!

The person who was sitting on the futon and held by Qingcheng had a stiff back. He suddenly stood up and said something to Qingcheng: "Almsgiver, the monk is free from dust!"

Qingcheng was stunned on the spot, looking at him in surprise with her slightly open mouth, this man who was destined to be involved in her life! Looking at Chengtian like this, for a moment, it seemed that the whole world had collapsed, and there was silence, and her mind

There is only one voice wandering back and forth: Almsgiver, Ping Monk is out of the dust!

Familiar with her eyes, there is no wave of waves, and she can't find a trace of her! The look that looks at Qingcheng is forgotten!

"Chengtian, do you really forget me?" Qingcheng stood in front of him, a large drop of tears fell, dripping on the blue brick floor of the Buddhist temple!
Chapter completed!