Chapter 133 Buddha, please protect your little fox (45)
Shen Yuan was once again drenched in fallen flowers. The fragrance of flowers at her nose made her think clearly. She felt as if they had never left her, and it was still the same feeling as a year ago.
[Host, you just left, and I teleported you to a time point one year later. To you, it's like you never left at all.]
Wangzi rolled his eyes silently, trying to pretend to be aloof, but his little voice was still soft and cute.
Shen Yuan suddenly realized, "Oh, yes, that makes sense."
The host's brain was not very good to begin with, and with this little red fox's body, he looked even dumber.
Wangzai complained silently in his heart, but didn't show it on his face. Would he dare to say it in front of his host? Of course not.
"Strange, for me, it was just one night, but for Jingchen, it was a whole year. Could it be that he didn't even leave Putuo Temple this whole year?"
Shen Yuan murmured, her beautiful and pure fox eyes filled with confusion and doubt.
That shouldn't be the case. She understood Jingchen. Jingchen's greatest wish was to abandon the shackles of a Buddhist and have his own life.
The emperor of Li was very open-minded and would not confine him to the palace like the emperor of Daliang did.
Obviously, now, these are the results that everyone dreams of.
Abbot Jingkong passed away and achieved enlightenment. Uncle Pangpang became the new abbot of Putuo Temple and was respected and loved by thousands of pilgrims.
Wuan returned to secular life and found happiness. There were no more Buddhist disciples in the world, and Jingchen finally had the freedom he had longed for.
So why did he voluntarily give up everything he had worked so hard to gain and stay alone in Putuo Temple for a whole year...
Chen Yuan's eyes trembled almost imperceptibly for a moment, rippling out in circles, and a reasonable yet absurd guess suddenly emerged in his mind.
She quickly took steps with her short legs, her shiny hair blown by the wind, and headed quickly towards the backyard of Putuo Temple.
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As dynasties changed, the Buddha statue in the center of the temple was removed and replaced with a new Bodhisattva.
Occasionally, pilgrims would ask why the golden Buddha statue had disappeared, but no one could tell him the correct answer.
Ever since Master Pangpang took office as abbot, he separated the meditation room and the backyard and did not allow anyone to approach the backyard.
It is the peak season now, and the Zen room is crowded, but the backyard is always deserted, without any trace of life.
The courtyard gate is tightly closed, dividing the space into two. The Zen room is filled with a lively and cheerful atmosphere, while the backyard is a world for the lonely.
No one knew that there was a person living in that narrow room.
Dressed in a long robe, his delicate facial features made it difficult to tell whether he was male or female. His expression was aloof and cold, and a touch of red dogwood on his forehead made him look even more holy.
He spent his long and lonely life facing the cold wall and a yellowed bamboo painting on the wall every day.
Waiting without seeing any hope is like the torture of slow slicing. Every few days, a knife would cut into his heart, and blood would flow until only a skeleton was left.
After a moment, a small red claw pushed the closed wooden door.
Unmoved, locked away.
A cute little fox poked its head out from the crack in the door.
She opened her big round eyes and looked at the scenery blocked by the courtyard gate.
The familiar stone table now had a few more cracks on it, and the tall Putuo tree had dropped a withered branch at some point.
Under the osmanthus tree in full bloom, there is a carpet of golden fallen petals. Everything seems to be the same as it was a year ago, yet subtle changes have taken place.
A gentle breeze blew through the crack in the door, ruffling the long, curled eyelashes on the little fox's face.
She pushed the wooden gate again, but found that it still wouldn't move. A trace of discouragement flashed across her soft and cute little face.
She looked up at the tall courtyard wall, then lowered her head and looked at her own small body.
Silence...Silence...
Unfortunately, the Buddha's light in this body has long been exhausted, and it is temporarily unable to transform into a human form.
Shen Yuan swallowed his saliva almost imperceptibly and whispered
"Wangzai, how about you help me?"
Wangzai was a little confused, with his furry little paws in front of his mouth, and asked doubtfully
How can I help?
A few minutes later, a white kitten wobbled and flew into the air.
Its fluffy little wings were flapping so hard that they left a shadow, and its two claws were tightly grasping a little red fox.
"Come on, Wangzai. Come on, Wangzai. You are the best."
"Hey, a little to the left, I'm going to fall."
Wangzai's soft little face turned red and he could hardly breathe.
[Master, please eat less. I can hardly lift it.]
It was wheezing and white gas was coming out of its nose. It looked very tired.
Shen Yuan stuck out her tongue embarrassedly and said
"You can't blame me. This is all the meat Jingchen fed me."
Wangzai hummed softly, and struggled to pull the little fox away, flying into the air.
After much difficulty, he flew over the wall.
Wangzai's last bit of strength disappeared and his claws loosened.
"Ah! Damn Wangzi!"
The huge feeling of weightlessness made Shen Yuan scream.
“Pah.”
The soft flesh on his face hit the muddy ground hard and almost turned into a meat patty.
[Oh my god, I'm in trouble.]
Wangzai slid neatly from his heart into his mind again.
"You damn Wangzi, just wait for me."
There was a fox puddle on the ground, speaking human language. It moved its little paws and climbed up.
It hurts all over. The wall is nearly two meters high. I'm thankful that I didn't break any bones.
Chen Yuan grimaced in pain and rubbed her soft little butt. Fortunately, it was still a small and perky butt and was not flattened.
She touched her chest with lingering fear, and suddenly felt a burning pain in her legs.
Chen Yuan frowned in pain and looked down. It turned out that when he fell, he bumped into a small stone and scratched his skin. Blood was now oozing out and stained with the red hair, making it not so obvious.
Shen Yuan sighed helplessly.
This guy Wangzai is unreliable in anything he does.
She brushed off the dirt on her body and was about to sneak in to see if she could find Jingchen.
Behind me, I heard steady and powerful footsteps, and the faint bamboo fragrance that came to my nose was extremely familiar.
Chen Yuan's eyes suddenly narrowed, and she turned around, directly bumping into a pair of calm eyes. The eyes were cold and clear, like a bottomless cold spring, mysterious and icy.
The man was dressed in white, with a thin and slender figure, skin as white as paper, and eyebrows and eyes as distant as a painting.
In a year, he had become visibly thinner. His robes, which had once fitted him well, were now loose, dragging on the ground, stained with dirt.
"Jing...Jingchen..."
Shen Yuan was distracted for a moment and called out his name softly.
There was no change on Jingchen's cold and holy face, and his indifferent gaze fell on Shen Yuan's bleeding wound.
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