Chapter 279: Becoming an Immortal

The abbot had already been frightened by Shen An'an, and when he saw Xiao Yuan calm down his anger, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had escaped death.

"It's getting late. Old Na has asked people to clean up a few meditation rooms. Donor Xiao and Donor Shen will stay there for the night."

"Thank you, Master." Shen Anan was quiet and gentle, unlike herself. The abbot nodded stiffly and turned to instruct the little monk.

Shen Anan took Xiao Yuan by the hand and followed the little monk to the meditation room in the backyard.

There was a candle in the room. The little monk chanted a Buddhist name and said, "Please stay here for one night, my two benefactors. If you need anything, you can always call me."

"Please prepare some vegetarian food first."

"Yes." The little monk left, Shen Anan looked back at the tall figure standing in front of the window, walked over slowly and hugged his waist.

Xiao Yuan lowered his eyes, stroked her hands that were knocked on his body, and his cold brows softened a little.

"An An."

"Um."

"I want to kill those people. I don't want to endure it any longer."

Shen Anan didn't say anything, but just tightened her arms and accompanied him silently.

The wind blew into the Zen room through the window lattice, lifted the hems of their clothes, and fluttered in the wind, and silence spread in the Zen room.

I don't know how long it took before he turned around, raised his hand to hold up Shen Anan's little face, stared at her, but didn't speak.

Shen Anan didn't say anything either, and just looked at him.

After a moment, Xiao Yuan reached out and held her tightly in his arms, "My An An, you still need the protection of gods and Buddhas."

He can't lose his mind!

The little monk brought in the vegetarian meal and left.

Xiao Yuan sat down with Shen Anan and reluctantly took a few sips.

After dinner, Shen Anan knew that he must be in great pain today. Looking at him sitting there with a dull look on his face, she really wanted to comfort him, even if she didn't say anything and just sat with him.

But she suddenly felt sleepy. No matter how hard she tried, her head slowly started to feel dizzy and her eyelids closed uncontrollably.

Feeling a sudden weight on his shoulder, Xiao Yuan tilted his head and saw Shen Anan's black eyelashes, tightly closed, and breathing evenly.

She seems to be particularly sleepy these two days.

But the imperial physician examined his pulse every day and did not find anything wrong.

He gently put her on the bed, took off her shoes and socks, and covered her with a quilt.

"An An, what on earth did you do?"

He lowered his head, supported his arms on the bed, and bent his back slightly. The blows and pressure from all sides almost brought him to the brink of collapse, and his head was splitting.

He knew clearly that if anything went wrong with An An, he would go crazy, lose control, and destroy everything.

Late at night, the door of the Zen room was opened, and Qingfeng immediately stood up from the steps, "Master."

Xiao Yuan's eyes were as cold as ice, "Guard the door, and don't let anyone get close."

"yes."

Qingfeng looked at Xiao Yuan's back as he slowly walked away. His master was going in that direction to look for Master Wen Yin.

After a whole day of busy work, the monks were very tired and had long since extinguished their candles to rest. Only a few scattered lanterns remained to illuminate the path.

Suddenly, a staggering figure rushed out from the backyard, shouting in fear, "Someone, come quickly, Uncle Master, Uncle Master..."

The little monk stumbled and fell, not even bothering to look at the road ahead. He bumped into something hard and then collapsed to the ground.

Xiao Yuan lowered his eyes and looked down at him. Under the dim moonlight, the fear on the little monk's face was clearly visible.

"Uncle-master, uncle-master, he's dead!" the little monk muttered to himself. He was shaking with fear when he saw Xiao Yuan.

"No, don't kill me, please, don't kill me." He hugged his head tightly.

"Who did you just say died?" Xiao Yuan asked coldly.

"Master, uncle." The little monk said in a trembling voice, "Yes, uncle."

"Who is my uncle-master?" A bad premonition spread in Xiao Yuan's heart, and his eyes became colder.

"Hear, Master Wen Yin."

After hearing this, Xiao Yuan's pupils suddenly shrank, a chill rose from the soles of his feet. He walked around the little monk and quickly walked towards the Cuizhu Garden where Wen Yin lived.

He walked hurriedly and a little unsteadily.

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Green bamboo garden.

The entire yard was shrouded in the dark darkness of the night, without even the sound of insects or birds chirping. The gates to the yard and the house were wide open. Standing at the gate, Xiao Yuan could vaguely see someone swinging back and forth in mid-air on the beams of the house.

He walked over, stopped on the steps and looked up.

Wen Yin's face turned blue, red and purple in the faint moonlight, and her whole body was hanging in the air, looking indescribably weird and creepy.

At this time, many people were awakened by the monk before and rushed in. When they saw this scene, they were all frightened and screamed one after another.

Qing'an had just returned and rushed over following the sound.

"Put the man down." Xiao Yuan ordered coldly.

The blade in Qing'an's hand flew out and hit the silk ribbon tied to the beam of the house. The silk ribbon was immediately split in half, and Wen Yin's body fell from mid-air.

Qing An walked forward, placed his fingers on Wen Yin's neck for a moment, turned around and said, "The body is cold, it is estimated that he has been dead for a few hours."

Xiao Yuan pursed his lips, clenched his hands into fists in his sleeves, and his face turned cold and pale.

"How did Chacha die?"

Qing'an immediately began to search Wen Yin's body.

Xiao Yuan absolutely didn't believe that Wen Yin was alive and well and would hang herself. Considering today's fire, he suspected that it was related to the three woodcutters.

But why?

There are so many people in Xiangjue Temple, why did they kill Wen Yin? Do those people know about the strange things that happened to him and An An? How is that possible?

He closed his eyes tightly, and his anger was once again difficult to suppress.

Wen Yin is dead, what about An An? What should he do with his An An?

Qing An looked over Wen Yin's body for a while, but did not find any other injuries. "Master, there are no external injuries on his body. It seems that he died of suffocation."

Xiao Yuan didn't believe it and went forward to check it out himself, but apart from the purple marks on the neck, there were indeed no other injuries.

"Have someone take care of the body and send someone back to Beijing to ask a coroner to come and examine it again."

"Yes." Qing'an summoned several secret guards and directly sealed off the Cuizhu Garden.

The abbot who came after hearing the news was stopped outside and said, "Amitabha, Donor Xiao, Junior Brother Wenyin is from Xiangjue Temple. Please make way and allow me to go in."

Xiao Yuan glanced at the abbot coldly, his face expressionless, "The cause of Master Wen Yin's death is unknown, and we need to find out the cause. Before the coroner performs an autopsy, no one is allowed to approach."

"Donor Xiao, we at Xiangjue Temple have never reported the matter to the authorities!" The abbot raised his voice, his old eyes reddened, revealing grief and indignation for the first time.

"Human life is at stake. You have no right to report it or not."

Xiao Yuan strode out of the meditation room, staring at the abbot with cold eyes, "Before dark tomorrow, no one is allowed to get close, otherwise the abbot will be waiting to collect the bodies of those who trespass."

"Amitabha, Mr. Xiao, my junior brother has a profound knowledge of Buddhism and has long realized the way of heaven. Life is life, and death is also a new life. Maybe he will become an immortal and allow his death to be..."

"The abbot is saying that Master Wenyin hanged himself and became an immortal?"

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The host master looked hesitant, but he really had doubts in his heart. After all, Junior Brother Wen Yin was really different from others.

Xiao Yuan knew that Wen Yin was quite capable, but could he become an immortal by hanging himself? It's really absurd. Which god would choose such an undignified way to die?