Chapter 122 Buddha, please protect your little fox (34)

Shen Yuan pulled the corner of his mouth, and then uttered two words in a decisive tone:

"don't want."

The abbot's expression suddenly changed, and he asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"

"I don't need the golden bowl, nor do I want to seek the righteous path and be blessed by gods and Buddhas. To me, this body of demon bones and demon blood is no less valuable than the immortals in heaven or the mortals on earth."

"I just want to be by Fozi's side, make him happy, and let him live the life he wants. That's all."

Chen Yuan was neither humble nor arrogant, and did not feel inferior at all because of his demon body.

The abbot was so angry at Shen Yuan's words that he kept coughing.

"You know! You'll hurt him! He'll die!"

Shen Yuan's expression suddenly changed "What do you mean?!"

At this point, the abbot no longer hid the truth from her and told her the seriousness of the matter.

Jingchen is the reincarnation of a Buddhist disciple. He is blessed by the Buddha's light, but he also bears the responsibility of taking care of all the living beings in Putuo.

He has a clear and pure Buddha heart, which is simple and beautiful, and therefore cannot be moved by emotions.

The seven emotions and six desires, love, hate, anger, and ignorance are all nothing to him.

But he happened to meet Shen Yuan.

The iron chains were turbulent, desires were rampant, and finally the Buddha's heart was broken and turned into powder.

How could God allow a Buddhist who has fallen in love to survive in this world?

The fifteenth day of next month will not only be the day of his passing, but also the day when divine punishment will be brought down.

When the time comes, his soul will return to dust. What will the Buddhist disciples do, and what will Miss Chen Yuan do?

What awaits them both is only death.

"Miss Shen Yuan..."

The abbot raised his head, his calm eyes were tinged with red, and even his voice began to choke.

"Even if I beg you, please let me go!"

After saying that, he bent his knees and knelt on the ground with a thud.

The force was so great that Shen Yuan could even hear the sound of bones breaking.

Throughout his life, Jingkong had never knelt before anyone except the emperor and the Buddha.

But at this moment, he seemed to be bent by something, and humbly begged Chen Yuan to let Jingchen go.

Chen Yuan couldn't bear it, and tried to help him up with trembling hands.

The abbot brushed her hand away, his expression heavy as he spoke loudly, word by word.

"Jingkong, please ask Miss Chen Yuan to let the Buddha go!"

He raised his head high and then slammed it to the ground.

Fortunately, Chen Yuan reacted in time and stretched out her hand to block the abbot's forehead.

His head hit the joint hard, and Shen Yuan groaned in pain, his face pale.

"Miss Shen Yuan!"

The abbot was startled and hurried to check Shen Yuan's injuries.

Chen Yuan retracted his purple hand, hid it behind his back, and said in a hoarse voice

"I'm fine."

She stood up, turned her back, and her voice began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Do I have to...leave?"

What awaits her is quiet and empty silence.

Shen Yuan's eyes were dim, she sniffed and choked

"I understand. Don't worry, I will leave him..."

Even after getting the answer he wanted, the abbot couldn't smile at all. The curve of his mouth was bitter and gloomy.

He felt guilty towards Shen Yuan and also towards the Buddhist disciples.

The only people who have not been owed anything are the millions of people in this world who are blessed by the Buddha.

He was born as a disciple of Buddha and was trapped in Putuo Temple all his life, waiting for the arrival of the disciple of Buddha.

If anything happened to the Buddha's disciple, he would not be able to rest in peace even in the afterlife.

Jingkong staggered to his feet, his breathing seemed to stop, very slowly.

He bowed with both hands, pious and respectful to Shen Yuan.

"Thank you, Miss Chen Yuan, for your help."

This sentence almost exhausted Jingkong's entire body's strength.

After saying this, he placed the golden bowl on the table with trembling hands.

"Please keep this golden bowl. I am sorry for you."

Chen Yuan lowered her head, but tears unconsciously gathered in her eyes, as if they would fall in the next second.

She choked with sobs and called Jingkong

"Remember, I wasn't forced to leave by you, nor was I doing this for the golden bowl. I just didn't want him to die..."

Jingkong turned and looked at Chen Yuan. She had her back to him, her hair blown by the wind, and her slender body seemed like it would disappear into the vast sky and earth in the next second.

"I thank you on behalf of myself, Putuo Temple, and the millions of people in Daliang."

After saying this, he almost ran away, fearing that if he was a step slower, he would be swallowed by the surging guilt.

Chen Yuan stood there, stunned for a long time, until the wind blowing towards her dried up her tears.

She lowered her eyes and asked softly

"How much is Jingchen's favorability..."