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Compared with his fellow disciples, Fachen looks particularly handsome.
He has fair skin, delicate features, and a shiny head that does not affect his appearance.
In addition, his sitting posture was extremely upright, and he managed to make his rustic gray monk's robe look like a haute couture dress.
The system came back with a reply from headquarters, looking confused.
"Xiao Yuyu, it says there's nothing wrong with the information they provided. The villains in this world are really just mute, there's nothing wrong with their ears."
Yu Tong raised his eyebrows slightly, "Since the information is correct, then Brother Chen is just pretending to be deaf."
[Why? Oh, I get it. He's afraid of hearing something he shouldn't and being silenced!]
Yu Tong also thought so, but there were too few clues at the moment and he couldn't be sure.
After confirming that Chen Yanli would not do anything else besides eating watermelon, Yu Tong turned his attention back to the monks who were chatting.
The fat monk touched the rabbit in his hand and said with a smile: "Junior brother, do you still remember the female donor named Wang who came to our place last Mid-Autumn Festival?"
The middle-aged monk nodded. "I remember, I added her WeChat at the time. She said that if I have any questions in the future, I can ask me directly on WeChat."
"You're really attentive. I remember his son seemed to be suffering from some kind of... depression?"
"depression."
"These diseases are so new. When I first entered the temple, I only saw people who were born mentally retarded. Depression? I've never seen it before."
As soon as the topic of depression was mentioned, my junior brother immediately became interested.
He rummaged through his phone's photo album for a while and showed a photo of a high school boy to a few people.
Yu Tong raised his head without leaving any trace and quickly glanced at the screen.
The boy in the photo was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with bandages on his hands and an extremely pale face.
The junior brother sighed, "You weren't there at the time, so you don't know how serious this child's condition is. He lies in bed every day, but he can't sleep at all due to insomnia. He doesn't like to eat either, and only eats a few small bites at a time."
"I heard from the female donor that he often secretly attempted suicide. He jumped off a building, jumped into a river, and even hanged himself. Every time, he was rescued by kind-hearted people."
The monks chanted in unison, "Amitabha."
The fat monk pointed at the photo and asked, "Did he cut his wrists?"
"Yes, his parents discovered he had cut his wrists. If he hadn't been rushed to the hospital in time... well, the female donor felt this wasn't a solution, so she sent him here to ask for the gods' protection."
The two people who were eavesdropping looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.
Shouldn't we be asking for blessings from Buddha or Bodhisattva? How did it become asking for blessings from the gods? Aren't they monks?
[That's not right. Buddhism seems to have gods as well? I don't understand.]
"Don't look at me, I don't understand. We don't have any religion there. I've only watched a few fantasy idol dramas with you."
I've watched Journey to the West, but I was so focused on the monkeys that I didn't pay attention to anything else.
When Yu Tong said he had never seen it, the system started recommending it crazily.
Tell him there are many beauties in it, and there is also a very handsome monkey. I guarantee that after he watches it once, a furry white moonlight will live in his heart.
As the two talked, the monks skipped the topic of depression and began to ask about the boy's recovery.
The middle-aged monk said that after treatment, the boy's condition was completely cured. Now he not only won't commit suicide, but also cherishes life and loves life.
His mother would send him WeChat messages almost every day to thank him, saying that they saved her son's life and were living Buddhas.
The monks were very happy to hear the good news.
Their joy was genuine, and even though he knew there was something fishy going on, Yu Tong still had a good first impression of them.
Compared with his warm and friendly fellow apprentices, Brother Chen Yanli, who was hiding in a corner eating watermelon alone, was not very likable.
A melodious bell sounded in the distance, and the monks said that it was time for dinner, put on their clothes, stood up and walked downstairs.
The fat monk pushed Chen Yanli to remind his junior brother who could not hear the sound to go back with them.
Chen Yanli was about to go with him, but when he looked down, he saw the little rabbit that had fallen from the tree, staring at him eagerly.
The fat monk looked at his junior brother and then at the rabbit. After hesitating for a while, he smiled and stuffed the rabbit into Chen Yanli's hand.
"Although I love this rabbit very much, you and it are destined to be together, Junior Brother. It keeps staring at you and seems to like you too. Just take it in. It's so small and it can't survive in the wild."
A young monk nearby typed his words and held them up in front of Senior Brother Fachen.
The fat monk is indeed good at taking care of animals, but Yu Tong is not really a beast. He doesn't like being touched by anyone other than Brother Chen.
As soon as his body touched Chen Yanli's palm, he immediately hugged the slender white fingers in front of him and rubbed them hard against his hand.
He starts to shiver when someone touches him.
The little white rabbit is weak, pitiful and helpless, as if he only feels safe when relying on Chen Yanli.
The villain lowered his eyes and looked at him quietly for a long time, and finally there was some warmth in his cold eyes.
He reached out and straightened the small petals on the rabbit's head, then gently placed him in his arms.
Finally, they were packed up and taken away by Brother Chen. Yu Tong and the system both breathed a sigh of relief.
If I were adopted by someone else, it would not be so easy to find an opportunity to get close to the villain in the future.
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The temple where the monks live covers a very large area and has a very unique decoration style.
Although Yu Tong didn't know much about religion, he had seen some pictures.
You know that no matter how a Buddhist temple is decorated, the main colors should not be black, white and gray.
When he was first brought in by the monks, he almost thought he had accidentally entered a funeral.
White house, black pillars, gray steps.
Monks dressed in gray walked back and forth on the pure black tiles.
There is no Heavenly King Hall, Main Hall, or Sutra Library.
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