Chapter 119 Buddha, please protect your little fox (31)
"Go away." The farther the better.
The abbot did not utter the last words.
He didn't want Wu'an to be involved in the impending catastrophe. If Wu'an could find happiness, he would be relieved.
Let this evil man do it.
"Remember to bring plenty of money. Don't go hungry. The road is dangerous. Be careful when you're alone."
Wuan's eyes instantly turned red. He bowed with both hands, said "Amitabha", then bent down and kowtowed three times on the ground.
This time, the abbot did not stop him. He just turned around and looked at the crescent moon in the sky for a long time without saying a word.
The back figure is obscure and difficult to distinguish, as if covered with a layer of frost, old and lonely.
"Thank you, Abbot."
Wuan left his last words and turned away.
Hearing the footsteps gradually fading away behind him, the abbot closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Amitabha, son of Buddha, please don't blame me."
A dark cloud gradually gathered in the sky. It moved slowly until it covered the bright moon, making it appear dim and without light.
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Chen Yuan learned about Wuan's return to secular life and going down the mountain from his fat uncle.
The fat uncle cried and accused Wuan of forgetting his friends for the sake of beauty.
Chen Yuan knew that although he often bullied Wu An, he had already regarded him as a family member.
According to pilgrims who came to Putuo Temple to burn incense, the battle at the border was brutal, General Ye Shang and his daughter were captured, and their bodies were never found. The Iron Eagle Army of the General's Mansion was demoralized and defected to the enemy.
This incident caused a bloody storm in the capital, with complaints and sighs coming one after another.
But none of these could affect Chen Yuan and Jing Chen. They slept in the same bed every night and enjoyed the flowers and made tea in the morning. However, the familiar osmanthus cake would no longer appear on the stone table.
Jingchen's life remained the same as before, chanting scriptures, eating, writing poetry and painting, boring and dull.
But with the little fox by his side, he felt that his unchanging life was also full of happiness.
Sometimes, Chen Yuan would kiss Jingchen on the face while he was meditating.
Seeing the blush appear on his fair and holy face, Shen Yuan would bite him viciously.
Trying to break his bottom line again and again.
Until the beast was out of the cage and completely out of control, the lamp oil in the Zen room burned out and no one came to refill it.
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What was different from the past was that Jingchen seemed to spend an extra long time reciting the morning sutras this time.
Chen Yuan waited in the Zen room until noon, but he didn't come back.
She touched her stomach and found she was already starving.
Chen Yuan rubbed his aching waist indignantly and prepared to go out to find something to eat.
As soon as I pushed open the bamboo door, a familiar figure came into view.
Abbot Jingkong was wearing a cassock embroidered with gold patterns and holding a golden bowl in his hand. The bowl was smooth all over and emitted a faint golden light.
This golden bowl is not the one the abbot uses when chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha on a daily basis.
Chen Yuan's intuition told him that Abbot Jingkong had come with ill intentions.
She narrowed her eyes, nodded up and down, and greeted softly, "Hello, Abbot."
The voice was hoarse, and even Jingkong, who had never experienced such things in bed, could hear something wrong.
Son of Buddha, oh son of Buddha, you are confused!
His breathing was disordered, his eyebrows twitched violently, and he suppressed his anger and indignation, saying calmly:
"Miss Shen Yuan, can I have a chat with you?"
Chen Yuan looked at the abbot, his eyes passed over the golden bowl in his hand, and said hello.
"Let's go talk in the yard."
She was afraid that the abbot would see the scene in the meditation room and become so angry that he would start killing animals.
There are several osmanthus trees planted in the yard. It is summer now, and the osmanthus flowers are in full bloom. The air is filled with refreshing fragrance.
On the stone table, there is a pot of freshly brewed Putuo tea.
The abbot dismissed the young monk beside him and ordered that no one could enter the courtyard without his permission, not even Buddhist disciples.
In an instant, there were only two people left in the yard.
The abbot placed the golden bowl on the stone table and stood up to pour a cup of tea for Shen Yuan.
The slightly green tea poured into the smooth white wall of the cup. The hot steam misted Jingkong's eyebrows, blurring the trace of reluctance in them.
"Thank you, Abbot."
Shen Yuan took the hot tea, and the warmth spread from her palm.
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