Chapter 208: The Cold Buddhist Girl and the Sinister Young City Lord 3
Shen Suyuan raised his eyebrows but did nothing.
He sat with his arms and legs stretched out, his movements unrestrained yet with a hint of arrogance that looked down on everyone.
Obviously, he does not accept orders of any kind.
It has always been that others are for him, not that he is for others.
Cha Jiu understood.
She put her fingertips on her knees and slowly stood up: "Since Master Shen doesn't want to come over, then I will do the same thing over there, but my legs are sore from sitting for so long..."
As she spoke, she took a few steps towards Shen Suyuan and fell down like a puppet with its strings cut and out of control.
"Ah..." she exclaimed softly.
If it were any other time, the vigilant and suspicious Shen Suyuan would have drawn the sword from his waist and swung it at the attacker.
But today, his hand lingered on the scabbard for less than a moment before he subconsciously reached out and caught the person who fell into his arms.
A breath as clean as mountain mist blew over my face.
Moist and refreshing.
Refreshing.
The moment Shen Suyuan touched Cha Jiu, the ghost crying in his ears suddenly dissipated, and the mess also disappeared.
He was a little surprised. Looking around, he couldn't even see the blue-gray luck representing loyalty on Shen Wu and Shen Qi.
The world returns to its normal state.
But before Shen Suyuan could react, Cha Jiu had already adjusted his position and pulled himself out of his arms.
The tenderness in my arms disappeared, and those noisy ghost voices came again.
Shen Suyuan's headache, which had been slightly relieved, recurred and his brows furrowed even deeper.
"I'm sorry." Cha Jiu looked apologetic, as if the fall just now was really unintentional. "My legs are sore from sitting for a long time, and I walk unsteadily. I offended Mr. Shen."
Shen Suyuan was silent.
Shen Wu and Shen Qi knew that what he hated most was being touched, as if everyone in his eyes was a rotten, smelly and dirty thing.
The last noblewoman from Qingzhou who approached him under the influence of alcohol had her claws chopped off and was expelled from Qingzhou.
If he were to fall directly into my arms, wouldn't he be splashed with blood all over the Lotus Temple?
Shen Wu and the other two couldn't bear to watch any longer.
Unexpectedly, Shen Suyuan was not angry.
He endured the severe headache and stared at Cha Jiu with his narrow eyes, thinking: "Little Master, I have listened to you preaching for so long, but I still don't know your name."
In fact, before coming, the Shen family had already received the identity and information of the lecturer from Lianhua Temple.
Yesterday, when I was resting in the meditation room, a nun also repeated the name "Yu Jing".
But Shen Suyuan didn't remember anything.
He never remembers information about useless people.
Cha Jiu lifted the curtain, revealing eyes as clear as mountain streams, and said earnestly: "Donor Shen, my Dharma name is 'Yu Jing'."
Shen Suyuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Which 'Yu Jing'?"
Just as Cha Jiu was about to explain, he stretched out his hand and said, "No need to explain, just write it on my hand."
Cha Jiu said calmly: "I heard that a young lady in Qingzhou accidentally touched your robe, and her hands were chopped off and she was expelled from the city..."
Shen Suyuan sneered: "You are afraid of death and dare not touch me"
Cha Jiu said nothing more, but stretched out his hand to hold his big palm, and wrote his own Dharma name on it stroke by stroke.
Sure enough, the moment Cha Jiu touched them, the debris disappeared again.
Shen Suyuan verified his guess and was filled with ecstasy.
But on the surface he still looked calm and composed, without showing any signs of worrying anything.
He never reveals his weak spot, so naturally he won't let anyone know his antidote.
Cha Jiu's palm was very soft. He rested his hand on the back of it. Where his fingertips touched it, it felt tingling, as if a thin thread was flowing through the blood vessels of Shen Su Yuan's half body.
His headache eased a little, his brows relaxed, and his tone softened.
"Don't worry, you just fell into my arms. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it long ago."
Cha Jiu shook his head: "I mentioned this not because I was worried that the donor would kill me. On the contrary, I felt that the donor was easy-going and magnanimous, which was different from the violent image in the rumors that he would fly into a rage and torture someone if his clothes were touched. That's why I felt strange and asked this question."
If someone else said this, Shen Suyuan would probably sneer at it, thinking that the other person was just flattering him, and that his technique was poor.
But when these words came out of Cha Jiu's mouth, they seemed so genuine and sincere.
Shen Suyuan listened and felt comfortable and happy.
Shen Wu and Shen Qi looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.
Is the person this young master is talking about the same person as their master?
"That woman..." Shen Suyuan still mentioned her with a flash of disgust in his eyes. "I cut off her hand not just because she touched my clothes. In short, she was guilty of a serious crime, and it was a relief for her to be exiled by just cutting off her hand."
As soon as the woman approached, Shen Suyuan could smell a strong stench of corpse.
When she turned around, she saw that there were more than a dozen dead babies following her, crying and screaming with tears and blood in their eyes.
Shen Suyuan knew the sin of the noble lady because he had the Yin-Yang Eyes, but others did not know and just thought that he was so angry because of a trivial matter.
Cha Jiu had already written his Buddhist name.
Although Shen Suyuan was reluctant to part with such a peaceful moment, he also knew that he shouldn't overdo it, as it would arouse suspicion.
But when he wanted to pull his hand back, Cha Jiu held it tightly.
Shen Suyuan looked at her.
Cha Jiu continued to write his name on his palm.
——Jiang Yu.
"What was written just now was my Buddhist name, and this is my real name." Cha Jiu said.
Shen Suyuan repeated the name secretly.
Cha Jiu bit her fingertip, mixed a drop of blood into the tea beside her, moistened it, and wrote the word "Jing" on Shen Suyuan's palm.
Something strange happened.
After writing this word, even without Cha Jiu's touch, Shen Suyuan's ears were quiet.
He was surprised.
Cha Jiu said: "Mr. Shen has clear eyes and ears, so it is naturally difficult for him to be quiet. I wrote the word 'quiet' on the palm of my hand, which may help you be quiet for two or three hours."
Shen Suyuan looked at the wetness on his palm and did not think it was dirty. Instead, he smiled as if he had found a treasure.
"That's enough. Thank you, Master Yujing."
This time his thanks were sincere, and even his violent temper was much less severe.
Cha Jiu asked: "Do you still want to continue listening to the lecture?"
Half a cup of tea had passed long ago. It was said to be a break, but Cha Jiu didn't rest at all.
Shen Suyuan also knew this.
"I don't want to listen anymore. I'll come again tomorrow." He stood up from the futon, ready to spend the whole day with Cha Jiu to rest.
Anyway, he has the word "quiet", so he can have a good sleep.
At worst, you can go two or three hours without washing your hands.
Thinking so, Shen Suyuan turned around and walked out of the Dharma Hall.
As a result, as soon as he went out, he bumped into a sneaky person head-on.
The other person was holding a basin of water, which he lost balance and poured onto Shen Suyuan, washing away the word "静" (quiet) that he had just written.
Shen Wu and Shen Qi were just about to come over and pull the man away.
But Shen Suyuan's face was already full of anger. He kicked the opponent to the ground and drew the sword from his waist.
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