Chapter 123 Buddha, please protect your little fox (35)
Wangzai was afraid of causing Shen Yuan to feel sad, so he whispered
[No, there's still 5 percent left.]
Chen Yuan's eyes trembled and she said hello.
She needs to speed up and increase Jingchen's favorability to 100% before the fifteenth of next month.
Then, she trampled on his sincerity and forced him to leave.
Only in this way can we sever his emotional roots and avoid this divine punishment.
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After coming out of the Buddhist temple, Jingchen felt uneasy.
While reciting the morning sutra, he asked the abbot to return to secular life and marry the little fox.
The abbot did not agree, but did not refuse either. After passing by, he made an excuse to leave.
A young monk stopped him and asked many questions about the palace.
Although the palace was a nightmare for him, he was not used to being rejected, so he patiently answered each question one by one.
It was almost noon when the young monk let him go.
Jingchen walked slowly, and suddenly thought of the abbot's heavy face when he left, and he didn't dare to look him in the eyes, as if he had done something wrong.
Oh no! Little fox...
He suddenly thought of something and walked quickly towards the meditation room.
The white robe dragged on the ground, stained with mud, but Jingchen didn't notice it. His big, bony hands had blue veins due to tension.
Outside the quiet Zen courtyard, Putuo tea was still emitting a faint steam, slowly rising and finally dissipating in the air.
Jingchen knew at a glance that the abbot had been there.
Wuan has returned to secular life, and the little fox is so stupid that he definitely doesn't know how to make Putuo tea.
He was so flustered that he didn't even care about basic etiquette and suddenly pushed open the door of the meditation room.
Shen Yuan in the room was startled and subconsciously looked up, holding a jar of ointment in her hand.
Seeing the scene inside the room clearly, Jingchen's pupils suddenly shrank, and his gaze passed over the purple back of Chen Yuan's hand.
He stepped forward quickly, carefully grasped Shen Yuan's wrist, and asked in a trembling voice
"How did you do that?"
His palms were burning hot, and the heat spread along the delicate skin inch by inch.
When their eyes met, Chen Yuan saw a thin layer of sweat on Jing Chen's forehead. She could imagine his panic as he ran over quickly for fear that something might happen to him.
He was always good at observing people's expressions and words, and Chen Yuan was afraid that someone would find out, so she didn't try to hide it from him.
She frowned coquettishly, and her voice was reproachful with a hint of coquettishness.
Even after being moisturized by Putuo tea, his throat was still a little hoarse, which touched Jingchen's heartstrings.
"Humph, the abbot came over just now. He said I seduced you and wanted to kick me out."
Jingchen's narrow eyes trembled almost imperceptibly. He pinched Chen Yuan's face and asked softly:
"Then what?"
Despite his usual cold tone, Shen Yuan didn't detect anything wrong with it.
She raised her head and smiled sweetly at Jingchen, her eyebrows curved into a small crescent-shaped arc, twinkling with little starlight.
"Then I refused. Buddha's son is so handsome, the little fox loves him so much. I just want to stay by his side and not go anywhere else."
Shen Yuan paused, and the smile on his face faded a little.
"The abbot knelt before me and begged me to leave you. He tried to kowtow, but I had to block him with my hands..."
At the end of the story, Chen Yuan even felt a little guilty.
The touch on his face loosened, Jingchen withdrew his hand, and a dark color appeared in his narrow eyes.
Although the little fox has a demon body, it is extremely stupid. If it were not for the blessing of Buddha's light, it would not be able to transform into a human form, let alone practice magic to heal wounds.
The wound on the back of the hand looked particularly horrific, and you could imagine how painful it must have been.
Jingchen had a cold face, and it was unclear whether he was angry with Jingkong or Chen Yuan.
Shen Yuan cautiously reached out her hand, grabbed his clothes, and asked weakly
"Are you angry?"
Jingchen's expression was slightly cold, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line.
Looking at the little hand grabbing his clothes, he took a deep breath and brushed it away without hesitation.
Shen Yuan looked at her empty hand, and before she could react, she heard Jing Chen's angry and cold voice.
"You know you're naturally dull and lack the magic to protect yourself, so why did you reach out to block it? Have you considered the consequences? Or do you think that because you're blessed by the Buddha, you won't be hurt?"
Chen Yuan hung his head weakly, unable to utter a word in rebuttal.
She let go of her hand, sat on the chair, and let him scold her. The wisp of hair on her head looked like grass that had been beaten by wind and rain, listless and without spirit.
"He's the abbot of Putuo Temple. Besides Wu'an, he's the only one willing to talk to you. If he gets hurt because of me, you'll be left alone..."
"I don't want you to be lonely..."
The aggrieved and pitiful voice was like a thin needle piercing Jingchen's heart.
He was stunned, and a faint pain spread throughout his body.
The little fox...was actually injured because of him...
Jingchen opened his lips, his breath filled with regret and a feeling of suffocation.
He originally thought that the little fox was reckless and did things without considering the consequences, so he went to protect the abbot from injury.
But I didn't expect that it was for him.
And he even scolded her harshly for it.
Jingchen's eyelashes trembled, he leaned down, stretched out his hand to hold Shen Yuan in his arms, his chin resting on her neck, his expression pious, his voice heavy
"I'm sorry. It was my fault."
Shen Yuan buried herself in his arms, her nose aching, and she said in a hoarse voice,
"You were mean to me just now..."
"I'm sorry. I lost control of my emotions and said something wrong. Please forgive me this time, okay?
Jingchen leaned over and hugged her tighter, stroking the back of her furry head with his big hand. The comforting action was extremely familiar, as if it was an instinct engraved in his bones.
When she was not comforted, it was fine, but as soon as she was comforted, Shen Yuan felt that the feeling of grievance was like a flood that broke through the dam and seemed to drown her.
She didn't say anything, but just silently reached out and hugged Jingchen's thin waist.
He still had the faint scent of sandalwood from the Buddhist temple on him, mixed with the bamboo fragrance from the Zen room, all of which penetrated into Chen Yuan's nose.
She lowered her head and leaned against Jingchen, feeling her nose sore and waves of heat welling up in her eyes.
It wasn't because she felt wronged by Jingchen's scolding, nor was it because she suddenly became pretentious.
But whenever I think about being separated from him again, I can't stop crying.
Chen Yuan hugged Jing Chen tighter, hot tears streaming down her face.
One after another, they popped out as if they were free.
Jingchen stood there in a daze as if he had been struck by lightning.
The little fox cried...
In fact, Chen Yuan had cried in front of him before. Just last night, she even cried until her voice became hoarse. She kept begging for mercy, but Jingchen didn't let her go.
But most of the time, she was playfully pretending to be pitiful, teasing Jingchen and making him feel distressed.
When Jingchen gets close, Chen Yuan will let go of the hands that were rubbing her eyes, and then make a cunning face at him.
This was the first time Jingchen saw her cry so heartbreakingly.
Chen Yuan's petite body was shaking due to her intense crying, and her tears slowly stained Jingchen's white robe.
She seemed to want to vent all the grievances she had suffered, let her tears evaporate, and let the pain dissipate.
Unfortunately, it was in vain. My heart still hurt so much that I was shaking.
It was as if there were tens of millions of steel needles, stabbing inside mercilessly until blood flowed freely.
Why should Jingchen be punished by heaven for falling in love? Why can't he live the life he wants? Why is this mission so unfair to them?
She accidentally boarded Wangzai's pirate ship, but what about Jingchen? Why should he be played around like a chess piece?
Chen Yuan closed her eyes in pain, her face pale. She really wanted to stay by Jing Chen's side and never leave...
However, the time left for her was like water leaking through a net, with very little left.
Jingchen saw her collapse and was completely panicked. Even his fingertips began to tremble unconsciously.
He stretched out his hand, and the green and distinct joints of his hand fell on the corners of Shen Yuan's moist eyes, and he wiped them gently.
However, the tears seemed to be endless, flowing out one after another.
It was so scorching hot that it seemed to burn a hole in his heart.
"Don't cry, it's my fault."
"I shouldn't be mean to you. I'm just... just worried about you. Don't cry."
He apologized again and again, his face, holy as a god, was stained with the humility and panic of a mortal.
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