Chapter 295 Choice

Junyi: “…”

His face was dark and the veins on his forehead couldn't help but jump.

No matter how many times he heard it, he still didn't understand why Gu Nan could always easily say such dirty talk.

"Don't talk nonsense."

He murmured a word and turned his head back to continue sewing his veil.

Gu Nan snorted with a laugh and didn't take advantage of his verbal attack anymore. He watched him embroider the pattern for a while while swinging his feet, then stood up to help build the isolation area.

There were a lot of urgent things to do, and she didn't have much time to indulge in Chunyi's rare tenderness and praise.

The next morning, Master Hui Wufa came to Gu Nan with more than ten disciples. "These are the disciples who volunteered to go down the mountain to help Master Gu fight the epidemic. Feel free to send them wherever you need them. Don't worry about their safety."

Most of the monks who followed Huiwu down the mountain this time were from the younger generation. They wore gray monk robes and carried bulging bags on their backs. They stood silently behind Huiwu, looking at Gu Nan with clear and firm eyes.

Gu Nan glanced over and saw two familiar faces.

They are Guanzhen and Hongren.

The two novice monks who had accompanied Huiwu Chunyi to Fajue Temple to discuss the Dharma were also companions who lived in the same room with Dezhao.

They noticed Gu Nan's paused gaze, smiled slightly, and saluted her with their palms raised.

The wicker hat tied to the bundle hit their chests as they moved. It was woven by Gu Nan for them.

No one knows what magic this casually knitted hat with a funny look has that makes them preserve it carefully as a treasure and even bring it down from the mountain.

When the plague was raging, Buddhist disciples came out to help. They must have made the plan of never returning before leaving the mountain.

The teacher agreed and was willing to do it, so why should she stop him?

Gu Nan's eyes were slightly warm. "You came at the right time. The newly built quarantine center outside the city is short of people. I will take you there."

As soon as she agreed, the monks spontaneously walked behind her and bowed to Huiwu to say goodbye.

Hui Wu waved his hand, his face kind and his voice gentle, "Go ahead."

Gu Nan first took them to put their luggage, then put on a mask, took the tools and went to the wasteland outside the city.

After leaving the city gate, I saw Junyi sitting at the table registering new refugees from afar. The snow had melted, and the damp and cold wind made people shrink their necks. Only his back was still broad and straight, like a mountain.

As they passed by, Junyi stopped writing and looked up at them. His gaze lingered on the dozen or so monks before he asked, "Where is Master Hui Fafa?"

"The master has returned to the temple." One of the older monks said, "The master told Master Chunyi not to worry."

Gu Nan keenly sensed something and asked, "What happened to Master Hui Fafa?"

The monk said, "The master has taught us the power so that we don't have to suffer from the plague."

Gu Nan was shocked and turned around, using his ghost power to look at them carefully. He hadn't noticed before, but now he realized that everyone had a smooth blood circulation and a little spiritual energy surging in their bodies.

Young disciples like Guanzhen Hongren have great insights and are only one step away from entering the Tao.

Gu Nan had never fought with Hui Wu, so he didn't know how good his cultivation was. He was worried that passing on his skills to more than ten monks would damage his foundation, so he could only look at Chunyi inquiringly.

Chunyi nodded to the monks to show that he understood, and then said to Gu Nan: "Don't worry."

Gu Nan suppressed his doubts and took the people to help before returning again. "You knew it a long time ago?"

While registering the refugees, Junyi answered Gu Nan's question, "I don't know."

The dream of Dharmadhatu was not that detailed. He was just familiar with Huiwu's spiritual power, and suddenly sensed it in the young disciple, so he made some guesses.

Hui Wu is a cultivator, but his path is limited. Losing his cultivation is equivalent to shortening his lifespan. In the end, his lifespan may not be much different from that of an ordinary person.

Giving up decades of his life to save a dozen disciples, and then letting his disciples save more people, this was Huiwu's choice before the plague.

Chunyi's hand holding the pen paused slightly, and his eyes, which fell on the ink words, were distracted for a moment.

So what was his choice?

Help Gu Nan to cut off the source of the disaster?

Does the glimmer of hope he calculated really exist?

Gu Nan, can you survive this massive catastrophe?