Chapter 127 Buddha, please protect your little fox (39)
The autumn rain fell for a whole day and night, and the air was filled with fog.
The next morning
Chen Yuan was sleeping soundly in the quilt when a mechanical voice came into his mind.
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Her heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, she opened her eyes, and barely held on to the bed, her breathing becoming disordered.
It was too fast...it caught her off guard.
The charcoal fire in the house was still warm, probably added by Jingchen in the morning.
Yesterday afternoon, he was even dreaming of returning to secular life, taking her down the mountain, traveling all over the world, and enjoying the natural scenery he had never seen before.
Chen Yuan touched his chest and it felt like some silk thread was being pulled, causing him to throb with pain.
There are less than seven days left until the fifteenth day of the month.
There was a rustling sound outside the window. Chen Yuan wrapped himself in a cloak and walked forward to open the window.
A completely white carrier pigeon flapped its wings continuously and finally landed on the wet window sill.
Chen Yuan pinched the white dove's wings and brought it to the table.
The white dove flew in the rain, its small body trembling constantly, and its wings were covered with water droplets.
Chen Yuan spread the yellowed rice paper flat on the table, then picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and began to copy.
After writing, she folded the rice paper and stuffed it into the mailbox at the feet of the white dove.
"Be good, go ahead."
Chen Yuan patted the white dove's head, and it immediately flapped its wings twice, flew out of the window, and disappeared in a white mist.
Chen Yuan withdrew his gaze and sorted out the ink and messed up rice paper.
Everything is the same as before, as if nothing had ever happened.
The disaster in the Daliang Imperial City is becoming more and more serious. The aggressive Li army has occupied 18 cities and will soon march into the imperial palace.
The people were all in danger and shed tears.
A small number of refugees also ran to the outside of Putuo Temple, seeking shelter and protection from Abbot Jingkong and Buddhist disciples.
Abbot Jingkong was kind-hearted, so he arranged for all the refugees to stay in the meditation room.
Chen Yuan seldom goes out, partly because this body has low spiritual power and he is afraid of revealing his true form in front of the refugees.
The second reason is that after the fall, the temperature in the mountains is too low and she is afraid of the cold.
Jingchen was busy taking care of the refugees and did not return to the meditation room until night fell.
The tall figure was covered with a thin layer of mist, and even the elegant white robe was wet.
“Are there a lot of refugees?”
Jingchen pursed her lips and nodded. Her face looked not very good, and fatigue could be seen between her eyebrows.
Shen Yuan poured him a cup of tea and lit a plate of sandalwood.
The white mist slowly rose, relieving the swelling and pain in Jingchen's brain.
Jingchen closed his eyelids and supported his eyebrows with one hand.
Only then did Shen Yuan realize that there was a streak of red on his slender knuckles.
It's blood.
Chen Yuan raised his nose without saying anything. He took out a white towel, wet it with his hot hands, and wiped his hands carefully and meticulously.
The chill was gradually replaced by warmth. Jingchen's eyes trembled, and he suddenly reached out and held Chen Yuan in his arms.
He rarely showed such a humble and dependent attitude. The situation of the refugees must be very bad.
Chen Yuan simply transformed into a fox, nestled in his arms, raised her furry head, and rubbed Jing Chen's neck.
"What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?"
A soft tone reached my ears.
Jingchen pursed his lips and said nothing, but silently hugged the little fox in his arms tighter, stroking the soft back with his big hands, the fur was smooth and delicate.
After an unknown amount of time, the warmth of the charcoal fire in the house spread across Shen Yuan's face before she heard a slightly hoarse, cold voice from above her head.
"I seem to have done something bad..."
"Um?"
Jingchen sighed softly, his eyes filled with guilt and obscure emotions.
"If I hadn't been influenced by Princess Chaoyang that day and hadn't said that Daliang would perish, wouldn't all this have happened..."
Most of the refugees were women, children and the elderly who were in poor health.
They were so hungry that their faces were yellow and their muscles were dry, and their lips were dry, and almost all of their bodies were covered with wounds of varying sizes.
However, I, who caused them to fall into misery, live in a warm Zen room and have no worries about food and clothing.
If it were in the past, Jingchen would not have had such worries at all.
He is high and mighty, cold and noble, and looks down upon as a god or Buddha that everyone can only look up to but cannot approach or desecrate.
But now, after the Buddha's heart was broken, he gained the ability to love, and all kinds of emotions such as sorrow, joy, anger, ignorance, and resentment also followed.
He learned empathy and felt distressed.
It is no longer the walking corpse Buddha statue of the past. The Buddha who looked down upon all living beings has finally stepped down from the altar.
Chen Yuan shook her head and wrapped her soft little claws around Jing Chen's arm.
"There are no ifs. What happened has already happened. All of this was caused by Princess Chaoyang, not you."
"The emperor forced you into marriage first, then imprisoned you. The city was breached, the dynasty was in turmoil. All of this is Daliang's own fault."
Her voice was strong and powerful, penetrating deeply and taking root in Jingchen's heart.
"The world has suffered from Liang for a long time. Soon, a new wise ruler will overthrow Liang and lead the people to a new life."
"By then, you will no longer be a Buddhist disciple. Your name will be Fu Chen. You can live for yourself, go out and see the mountains and rivers, the surging sea, the rising and setting sun, and the rolling and unrolling clouds."
All of this is not only Jingchen's long-held wish, but also the scene that Chen Yuan most looks forward to seeing.
Even if she had to leave for a while, Jingchen would no longer have to be locked up in the terrible palace or the lonely Putuo Temple, becoming a numb walking corpse.
He could step into the vast expanse of the universe and no longer have to suppress all his emotions out of fear of affecting the people.
The fog in my heart dissipated, and the old shackles broke with a loud bang.
Jingchen hugged Chen Yuan tightly with trembling hands, and breathed a sigh of relief. The corners of his narrow eyes were stained with a faint blush.
No one ever told him he could be himself.
For a long time, no one had ever called him Fu Chen.
It's been so long that he almost forgot the name.
The little fox was right. Daliang had brought himself to this point entirely because of his own destruction.
The people will only support a new wise ruler.
Only those who win the hearts of the people can win the world.
There was a thin layer of red in Jingchen's narrow eyes, and his voice was horribly hoarse.
"Little fox."
Chen Yuan raised her head and met Jing Chen's eyes.
Jingchen took a deep breath, and began to tremble uncontrollably in a cold and calm tone.
"Don't ever leave me."
He no longer dared to imagine what he would do if the little fox left him one day.
Every minute and every second of those days seemed like a torment like falling into hell.
The hopeful eyes fell on the little fox's chubby face, like a ray of scorching sunlight, burning with burning pain.
The Zen room fell strangely silent.
One second...
Two seconds...
Three seconds...
The hope in Jingchen's eyes gradually faded away as time passed.
Outside the Zen room, there was suddenly a burst of hurried and orderly footsteps, mixed with the crisp sounds of armor and weapons colliding.
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