Chapter 126 Buddha, please protect your little fox (38)

Jingchen walked forward slowly, his voice clear and cool

"It's autumn now, why don't you wear more clothes?"

"I'm dressed very warmly, even wearing a robe."

Chen Yuan smiled gently, her fair cheeks flushed from the inside out.

I don’t know if it was the autumn wind or the rouge that dyed it.

Jingchen naturally took Chen Yuan's hand, put it in his palm and covered it, frowning slightly.

"So cold?"

He took the umbrella and took her to the meditation room.

The figures of the two people gradually became blurred in the rain, and another figure walked out of the Buddhist hall.

Abbot Jingkong looked at their leaving backs, a bitter feeling emerging in his eyes.

After just a few days, he seemed to have aged ten years, and his eyebrows began to turn white.

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The rain was continuous and the Zen room was filled with cold air.

"Stay on the couch."

Jingchen's face looked unhappy. Chen Yuan didn't dare to make him angry, so he just said "oh" obediently.

Soon, Jingchen came back with a charcoal stove.

Logically speaking, it’s just the beginning of autumn and it shouldn’t be this cold.

Unfortunately, Putuo Temple is located on the top of a mountain, and the fog is thick. After the rain, the damp and cold weather can almost penetrate into people's bones.

What's more, the Qingqiu fox clan is of the fire element and is even more afraid of cold.

The warm charcoal fire quickly dispelled the dampness and coldness in the Zen room.

For fear of burning the scriptures on the desk, Jingchen moved them farther away.

So, only Chen Yuan's rouge and jewelry were left on the desk.

These accessories were all bought for her by Jingchen who secretly went down the mountain.

He knew that girls all loved to be beautiful.

Money is just external things to him. Since the little fox likes it, he bought it for her.

Thinking of this, Jingchen's brows softened a little.

He turned around and looked at Shen Yuan, who was wrapped in a quilt and sitting on the edge of the bed.

It was a small ball, with only the furry head and beautiful and delicate eyes showing.

Jingchen curled his lips, bent down, and carefully helped her take off her shoes and socks.

Before coming to Putuo Temple, he had never done such a commitment or served anyone, but he made an exception every time for the little fox.

It's like an instinct ingrained in our bones, so familiar and enjoyable.

He held Shen Yuan's white and tender feet and kept them warm by the charcoal fire.

After walking outside, my feet are cold.

Chen Yuan simply transformed into a little fox and nestled between Jing Chen's legs.

"Why are you so lazy?"

Jingchen spoke softly, and although her tone was complaining, her eyes were full of doting.

He stretched out his hand without complaint, pressed it on the little fox's soft neck, and kneaded it gently.

This is Shen Yuan's favorite posture. With her big palm pressing softly on the back of her neck, she feels her whole body soften and feels extremely comfortable.

She narrowed her eyes unconsciously, and her fluffy tail swept across Jingchen's arm from time to time.

"Buddha, if Wuan finds Ye Ranqing, will he return to Putuo Temple?"

Shen Yuan suddenly raised his head and asked him curiously

Jingchen did not stop his movements and replied calmly

"meeting."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Wuan's parents died in the famine more than ten years ago. He was raised by Jingkong."

It was the first time that Shen Yuan learned about Wu An's life experience and continued to ask

"Then what?"

"So, even though he has returned to secular life for Miss Ye Ranqing and traveled far to the border, if he has the chance, he will still return to Putuo Temple to visit Jingkong."

Hearing this, Shen Yuan sighed deeply.

"Oh, I hope he comes back soon."

Jingchen raised his eyebrows and asked

"You miss him?"

Shen Yuan quickly denied

"No, I just miss the osmanthus cake he made, hehe."

His timid yet cute appearance successfully pleased Jingchen.

He reached out and rubbed Shen Yuan's head, then stood up and walked out of the Zen room after saying two words.

"Wait."

Looking at his leaving back, Shen Yuan asked doubtfully

"Wangzai, he's not going to make osmanthus cake for me, is he?"

Wangzi raised his glasses that he had found in some garbage dump and made a classic Conan gesture.

【There is only one truth, yes. 】

The Buddhist disciple Jingchen was sent to the palace by Sanren since he was young. He lived a life of fine clothes and delicious food, and never had to do any housework.

During this period, although he had some experience in taking care of people because of Shen Yuan, he had never cooked.

Not to mention making pastries, even washing rice would probably be a difficult task.

Shen Yuan wanted to cry but had no tears, but still asked with hope.

"You wouldn't eat a dead fox, would you?"

Wangzai covered his mouth and laughed a mean laugh

[Oh, I can't guarantee that.]

*

Half an hour later, Jingchen brought a plate of pitch-black unknown stuff to Chen Yuan.

Shen Yuan reached out, poked the lump of coal, raised his head and asked cautiously:

"What is this? Is it really edible?"

"Now that the osmanthus flowers in the temple have fallen, I had no choice but to pick some bamboo leaves and make this sweet bamboo cake."

He followed the recipe step by step, and although the appearance is a little different, the taste should not be much different.

Jingchen was very confident in himself, he urged softly

"Try it now."

Chen Yuan swallowed subconsciously, of course, not because of greed, but because of fear of the unknown.

Meeting Jingchen's innocent and expectant eyes, she took a deep breath, picked up the bamboo cake and put it into her mouth.

What a wonderful feeling it was, sweet, salty, bitter and sour, all kinds of flavors mixed together and fought against her taste buds.

Chen Yuan resisted the urge to vomit, quickly bit it into pieces, and then swallowed it into his stomach.

Jingchen came closer, raised his voice slightly, and asked expectantly

"How about it?"

Shen Yuan frowned, swallowed the last bit of residue, and said in a trembling voice

"Ugh....delicious...ugh."

Jingchen fell into silence.

He didn't believe it and picked up a piece and put it between his lips.

...After a long silence, he picked up the sweet bamboo cake

"Forget it, just pour it out."

Chen Yuan wanted to imitate the heroines in those novels, but Er Kang rushed forward and said

"No! I love everything you cook."

But when I thought of the strange and complex taste, I immediately gave up the idea.

When Jingchen came back, he specially brought a cup of Putuo tea for Chen Yuan to rinse his mouth.

With Putuo tea, Chen Yuan washed the taste in his mouth clean.

Jingchen reached out and patted her back, with an embarrassed look on his face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to be so unpalatable."

He paused and added, "In the future, I will learn slowly and cook it all for you."

after...

Hearing this word, the smile on Shen Yuan's face froze.

Jingchen didn't notice anything was wrong with her, and was looking forward to the future of the two of them.

"After the fifteenth day, I will abandon my clothes and return to secular life. I will follow you down the mountain. No matter where you go, I will obey you."

When he said this, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up in joy, and his eyes, which usually had no emotion, were now bright, like stars in the sky.

Shen Yuan's nose felt sore, and he quickly reached out and rubbed his eyes wearily.

"Okay, I'm going to take a nap. I'm so sleepy."

After saying that, she stretched, then climbed onto the bed and snuggled into the quilt.

Jingchen laughed, "Lazy fox."