Chapter 117 Buddha, please protect your little fox (29)

As soon as the words reached his ears, Wu An felt his whole body stiffen and a chill rose from the soles of his feet.

He took a few deep breaths, stretched out his hand to stop the two of them, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly.

"Donor, may I ask which family in the capital this Miss Ye you were talking about is from?"

When the woman saw that it was Master Wuan, she didn't think much about it and just sighed with regret.

"Who else could it be? General Ye Shang's only daughter, Miss Ye Ranqing."

It seemed as if a thunderbolt struck from above his head. Wuan felt his whole body go limp and he could only hold on to the tall temple to avoid falling to the ground.

Shen Yuan quickly reached out to help him.

Wuan gasped for breath as if he was suffocating, and the strange feeling rising in his chest made him want to vomit.

The two women were frightened by Wuan's sudden reaction and thought he was possessed by evil spirits. They hurried into the Buddhist hall and called Jingchen and the abbot for help.

When Jingchen and the abbot came out together, Wuan no longer reacted that much. He just curled up in the corner with his bald head buried tightly in his knees.

Shen Yuan squatted beside him, with a helpless expression on her face, not knowing whether to comfort him or not.

"Don't be sad, don't cry" were too pale and powerless. However, if Ye Ranqing's name was mentioned, Chen Yuan was afraid that Wuan would completely collapse.

Did that flamboyant and beautiful girl riding on a red-maned horse really die in the cold border battlefield?

Chen Yuan lowered her eyes, feeling a bitter taste in her heart, as if something was blocking her, making her feel swollen and sour.

The abbot followed behind Jingchen, not knowing what had happened. When he got closer, he saw Wuan squatting on the ground.

He just thought that the little fox was being naughty and was playing with Wuan here, so he shook his head in anger and ordered him to get up.

"Wu'an, stand up. What does it look like to squat outside the temple? What will the pilgrims think if they see you?"

Wuan sniffed, then shook his head rebelliously. Only the rising and falling of his back revealed his restlessness and sadness at the moment.

"You've been with this little fox for so long, aren't you listening to what I say?"

After saying that, the abbot glared at Chen Yuan unhappily.

It’s all the fault of this naughty and troublesome little fox. He caused the Buddhist to lose his Buddhist heart and made Wuan so playful.

Being glared at for no apparent reason, Chen Yuan expressed her innocence and decided to teach the abbot a lesson to let him know that he was not someone to be trifled with!

So she stood up, walked up to the abbot in a menacing manner, then raised her chin and snorted heavily at him.

The abbot hadn't reacted yet, he just felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him. When he opened his eyes, the naughty fox had already quickly slipped behind the Buddhist disciple and was making faces at him arrogantly.

The abbot was so angry that he was fuming, but he couldn't do anything about her.

Only because the Buddha was blocking the way in front of it could this little fox dare to be so arrogant.

If Fuzi wasn't around, he would have caught the little fox, pulled her furry tail and tied a bow around it.

The abbot snorted coldly, shook his sleeves and sat down next to Wuan.

"Wu'an, tell me what happened."

Wuan grew up by his side, and this was the first time in more than a decade that he had seen Wuan behave so mischievously.

Wuan didn't react at all, just buried his head in his knees and said nothing.

Seeing this, Jingchen turned his head to look at Chen Yuan.

With just one look, Shen Yuan knew what he wanted to do.

So Chen Yuan obediently followed Jing Chen and left, leaving the remaining two some space to be alone.

When he reached the corner, Shen Yuan heard Wu An's sobbing as he broke down and cried.

When Wuan was just a few months old, he was sent to Putuo Temple by his parents.

That year, Princess Chaoyang was lost, and disasters broke out in the city, with locusts devouring many crops.

It was a scene like hell, with the bones of people who had starved to death and rotted away everywhere.

Wuan's mother was so hungry that she was pale and emaciated and had no milk. The two of them had no choice but to hear that there was an ancient temple left over from the previous dynasty on Putuo Mountain, so they decided to send Wuan to become a monk.

The abbot was kind-hearted. He felt a connection with the baby the moment he saw him, so he kept him.

Putuo Temple has a long history and stores a lot of grain, more than enough for its own consumption.

The abbot personally carried a bag of rice down the mountain to give alms to the victims.

In his words, every stitch and thread of Putuo Temple was donated by the people of Daliang, and should be taken from the people and used for the people.

Later, the food in the temple was not enough, so the abbot took his fat uncle and several monks to the back mountain to dig wild vegetables.

Not until the mountain was almost barren did they finally receive the relief grain allocated by the imperial court.

But Wuan's parents never came to see him again.

Perhaps, he had already died in the disaster.

To Wuan, Jingkong is not only the abbot, but also a father-like figure.

So after Chen Yuan and Jing Chen left, he seemed to have found his backbone and buried his head in the abbot's arms and cried loudly.

Chen Yuan sniffed and suddenly felt like crying.

"Fu Chen."

She spoke softly and stopped.

Jingchen turned around and met a pair of tearful eyes.

"You said, is Ye Ranqing still alive?"

Chen Yuan tilted her head back, her eyes were sore and even the tip of her nose was red.

Jingchen felt his heart suddenly shrink, and his fingertips trembled in pain.

He subconsciously reached out his hand, touched the tears sliding down the corners of Chen Yuan's eyes, and gently wiped them away.

The tears were scorching hot, sticking to my fingertips, as if burning a hole in my heart.

"As long as you believe, she lives."

Shen Yuan sniffed, her voice muffled and choked with sobs.

"Really?"

Jingchen hummed softly and said slowly

"When I was in the palace, I had several dealings with General Ye Shang. He was an upright man and had done countless good deeds. Miss Ye Ranqing had never done anything evil either, and her life would not be taken away so easily."

In the court that year, he was criticized by thousands of people and impeached in various ways.

If General Ye Shang were here, he would probably be the only one willing to speak up for him.

But Daliang never needs an upright, kind, and popular general.

"Really."

Shen Yuan still didn't believe it.

Jingchen bowed down, looked at Shen Yuan at eye level, and said word by word to her

"Believe me, really."

Chen Yuan was stunned for two seconds, then reached out and hugged his waist aggrievedly.

The little baby voice was aggrieved and sad, and she couldn't stop sobbing.

"Well, I believe you."

Jingchen curled her lips into a smile, her eyes full of tenderness.

He lowered his head and slowly and reverently placed a kiss on Shen Yuan's hair.

Sensing the movement on the top of his head, Shen Yuan raised his head and felt a soft touch on the corner of his eye.

Jingchen did not stop, his thin lips moved down slowly and gently.

Until it touched another pair of tender, sweet and soft lips.

Who would have thought that everyone in Putuo Temple respected him as a Buddhist who was pure and untainted by worldly desires.

At this moment, he was doing such a heinous thing with a fox demon under the guidance of the extremely holy Buddha's light.