Chapter 248: Strong Man, Pure Mage
The little monk was obviously afraid of her, but it was a pleasant surprise that he insisted on coming to thank her.
Gu Nan looked at Hui Wu who was sitting among the monks. He was also looking at her. When he saw her looking at him, he raised his hand and saluted, as if to greet her, but also as if to thank her for her righteous rescue.
Gu Nan clasped his hands together in return, then smiled at the little monk, "You're welcome, I'm glad you're alright."
The young monk breathed a sigh of relief. "My Dharma name is De Zhao. If you need anything, please feel free to call me."
Jiang Wanying: "You come when I call you?"
Compared to Gu Nan, Dezhao was more afraid of Jiang Wanying, a fierce ghost who only dared to curse Master Chunyi. He stuttered, "Yes, yes."
Gu Nan indicated that he understood. De Zhao bowed again and ran away quickly on tiptoe.
Jiang Wanying rolled her eyes. "Coward."
Gu Nan picked a rose from tender green grass and gave it to her. "You seem to have a prejudice against monks?"
It was the first time Jiang Wanying saw such a novel thing as the grass-leaf rose. She looked left and right and couldn't let it go. "Bald people, what I hate most in my life is bald people."
"Back then, the late emperor had a demonic monk, the Imperial Master, from the Daxing Temple. He's responsible for half of my current situation." Jiang Wanying said, "That demonic monk knew some magic, and the damn emperor used him to eliminate dissidents. The Jiang family has always been loyal to the monarchy, so how could they possibly rebel?"
No wonder Jiang Wanying scolded the old bald donkey for being a mere slacker.
Calculating it, that dynasty was more than 300 years ago. Gu Nan asked: "Have you avenged all your grudges?"
"I've already registered most of them, but I can't find some of them. Forget it." Jiang Wanying became interested in the roses. "Sister Anan, can you teach me how to fold this?"
Gu Nan picked up some grass and taught her how to fold roses. Roses are actually Chinese roses or roses. Except for specially cultivated varieties, this kind of flower is easy to grow, so dignitaries don't like it very much.
Jiang Wanying lost interest after folding them for a while. "Can you fold peonies? I like peonies."
"No, but I can fold frogs and dragonflies. Do you want to learn?"
By the time Jiang Wanying learned how to fold a dragonfly, the monks' vegetarian meal was ready. After chanting the offering verse, they sat together and started to eat.
Gu Nan floated up and took a look. Each person had a wooden bowl filled with thick porridge, wild vegetables, pickled radish, and a small piece of smoked tofu. Not only was there no oil or water, there wasn't even any chili pepper. It was disgusting just looking at it.
Gu Nan floated above Chunyi and watched him eat. Although he was tall, his appetite was similar to that of other novice monks. He held the bowl in his left hand and chopsticks in his right hand, and controlled his eating speed to be neither too fast nor too slow. When Huiwu stopped, he just finished the last bite.
After the meal, everyone stood up silently and picked up the water bags to clean the rice bowls. Junyi was also responsible for tidying up the stove.
There is a half-hour lunch break after the meal. During this time, you can meditate and take a nap, or wash and mend things. As long as you don’t make any noise, no one will care.
The young monk Dezhao wanted to sleep, so Gu Nan quietly floated over to him and asked curiously, "Can you poop if you eat like this every day?"
The intestines also need oil and water for lubrication. Without oil, constipation is likely to occur.
De Zhaoteng's face turned red, and he looked at Gu Nan with an expression of disbelief that this could happen.
Are you really not sick for a female ghost to care about whether a monk has a smooth poop?
Gu Nan seemed oblivious and asked again, "Is the food cooked by Master Chunyi delicious?"
De Zhao's eyes drifted for a moment, and then he nodded repeatedly.
Gu Nan thought so too. The first two male protagonists were both good at cooking, so Junyi should be no bad either.
She looked back at Junyi who was not far away. He was sitting under a tree mending clothes. His broad palms and rough fingertips held a sewing needle as thin as an ox hair, and he was sewing stitch by stitch through the gray monk's robe.
A handsome face with beautiful and charming features was as cold as ice, but at this moment, his eyes were lowered but not indifferent and majestic. Instead, he gave off a magical illusion of being a virtuous monk or a tough husband.
A satisfied and strange smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.
Chunyi seemed to have sensed something and looked up at Gu Nan. The upturned corners of his eyes were like sharp blades, flashing a cold and fierce light.
Gu Nan looked up at the sky and floated away silently.
Chunyi's gaze followed her back to Jiang Wanying. After confirming that she did not make any other movements, he withdrew his gaze and continued sewing.
Practicing Buddhism is not like being a young master in the secular world. It is a skill that every monk must master. It is no big deal.
After sewing his monk's robe, he gently packed his bag and leaned against a tree trunk, closing his eyes for a nap.
Gu Nan was now a ghost. She was neither hungry nor tired. Everyone was asleep and she didn't want to disturb them, so she floated onto a tree branch, shaking her legs. Her small and exquisite embroidered shoes appeared and disappeared between the hems of her fiery red skirt.
She glanced at the monks sleeping in different postures under the tree, her eyes swept through the dense forest, and then stopped on Junyi not far away.
The warm golden sun lazily fell through the gaps in the woods, the fragrance of flowers filled the air, the magpies' calls pierced the trees, and the mottled light and shadows were cast on the cold and handsome face of the man under the tree.
Among the young chicks, he was too tall. Even when he was just sitting, he was as cold and upright as an iceberg. Even this beautiful spring light falling on him seemed like a blasphemy.
Gu Nan couldn't help but stop shaking her feet. She had to admit that this was the first time she had seen a man who could combine cold abstinence with fierce evil spirit so perfectly without appearing evil.
The fragrant breeze blew gently, and the sparse shadows were slanted. Gu Nan suddenly thought of the saying "Spring is like wine, flowers are like dew, and people are like jade."
Although he is fierce and has a bad temper, how can such a beautiful and dignified Buddhist bear to let him fall into the devil?
After lunch break, the monks packed up their bags and continued on their journey.
Gu Nan and Jiang Wanying followed behind, floating not far away.
March in early spring is a good time to eat bamboo shoots. Passing by a bamboo forest, many bamboo shoots appeared on the ground. The monks looked straight ahead, but Gu Nan shed tears of hunger and thirst.
Without saying a word, she broke off a large handful and threw it into Dezhao's backpack. Dezhao staggered due to the sudden increase in the weight of the backpack and almost fell over.
Gu Nan quickly used some of his magical powers to support him, "Little Master, hold on, we'll be able to eat in another hour."
The young monk walking in front heard the noise and couldn't help but look back at De Zhao, as if to say: So this is the kind of De Zhao you are.
De Zhao: “…”
His face flushed, but he couldn't say anything. His pair of black eyes were almost glued to Gu Nan.
How can this female ghost speak like that!
He tightened the basket carrying rope and walked to the center of the team angrily.
At the end of the month and the beginning of the evening, the group finally stopped. Some were setting up the stove, and some were setting up the tent. The division of labor was clear, and everyone had something to do.
Gu Nan ran to Chunyi's side, holding the spring bamboo shoots he had peeled along the way, and said, "Master Chunyi, let's eat bamboo shoots tonight."
Junyi was taking out a tinder to light a fire. He blew down, revealing a kindling buried in the ashes. Under the gradually dimming sky, a scarlet flame ignited in his indifferent eyes. He didn't look at Gu Nan, but just said, "Put it down."
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