Chapter 92: Buddha, please protect your little fox (4)
The monk bowed with both hands and said
"Buddha, have a good rest. I will go water the plants first and will not disturb you for now."
Jingchen hummed lightly, slowly sat down at the stone table, and poured himself a cup of tea.
Putuo tea is a famous product of Putuo Temple, brewed with ancient spring water and ancient tea trees in the backyard.
The abbot specially made a set of tea sets with wet soil from the crape myrtle tree, which is specifically used for brewing Putuo tea, and can lock in the aroma of the tea in the most original way.
Jingchen took a sip, and the faint bitter tea aroma spread on the tip of his tongue. After a few seconds, it turned into a sweet taste that was refreshing and refreshing.
The aroma of tea filled Jingchen's heart with melancholy. He put down the teacup and sighed almost inaudibly.
He looked up at the crescent moon that appeared and disappeared between the branches, his eyes flickering with indescribable emotions.
Suddenly, there was a slight rhythmic sound of footsteps behind him. Jingchen did not turn around, but called out coldly.
"Abbot."
Abbot Jingkong was holding Buddhist beads and had not yet changed his red and yellow cassock. He had just come out of meditation and seen off the last pilgrim before coming to Jingchen's courtyard.
He sat down in front of Jingchen and asked slowly
"Is this Putuo tea to your taste?"
Jingchen withdrew his gaze from the moon, turned his head to look at him, and nodded.
"This tea has a slightly bitter taste at first, but a sweet aftertaste, unlike any other tea in the world. Whether you give it as a gift to pilgrims or enjoy it yourself, it is a great tea."
He usually doesn't talk much, but he seems to have great patience with everyone.
The abbot seemed to be relieved, nodded and smiled.
"Just like it, just like it."
Jingchen retracted his gaze and took a sip of tea
"Don't be so reserved, Abbot. I told you to just call me Jingchen."
The abbot pursed his lips, moved the Buddhist beads between his fingers, and bowed with both hands.
"Amitabha."
Given his status, he could never call a Buddhist by his name directly. Calling him "you" would be considered disrespectful to the Buddhist.
How could Jingchen not know what he was thinking? She just lowered her eyes and said nothing more.
The pale moonlight fell on the two of them. He sipped his tea quietly. After a while, he heard the abbot ask
"Why did the current emperor suddenly confine you to Putuo Temple?"
Since there were no outsiders present, the abbot did not hesitate and directly used the word "house arrest".
Jingchen was sent to the palace for eighteen years and had never stepped out. Her food, clothing, housing and transportation were all taken care of by servants, and she was worth a lot of money.
However, this time when he was sent to Putuo Temple, not only was he not accompanied by a single servant, but even the deadline for his stay was not stated in the imperial edict.
The deadline is not set and depends entirely on the emperor's will. If the emperor does not give in, it will be a lifetime.
Jingchen frowned, opened his thin lips, and spoke in a dull voice.
"In today's Daliang, the country is peaceful and the people are in harmony. I, the so-called Fuze Buddha, should have returned to my rightful place long ago."
After the last word was uttered, Jingchen lowered his eyes, hiding all his emotions.
The abbot sighed and shook his head
"Whatever, whatever. The temple is quiet and peaceful, much more comfortable than the palace."
While the two were chatting, a young monk brought them cakes.
"This is osmanthus cake made by Wuan. His cooking skills are always very good. Please try it."
The monk serving cakes was Wuan. When he was praised by the abbot, he scratched his bald head in embarrassment.
"You are too kind, Abbot. No, no, Buddhist disciple, please try the osmanthus cake I made."
Wuan usually likes to harm the flowers and trees in the temple and mess with the cakes.
Crape myrtle, osmanthus and peony could not escape his clutches.
Over time, he actually mastered the skill of making pastries.
The white pastry is dotted with a few fresh yellow osmanthus flowers and sprinkled with beautiful icing sugar, which looks delicious.
Jingchen pinched a piece with her slender knuckles and took a light bite. The fragrance of glutinous rice and osmanthus immediately filled her mouth, so sweet that it was greasy.
Jingchen didn't like sweet things, so she only ate one piece and then stopped.
Wu An thought Jing Chen didn't like his craftsmanship, so he scratched the back of his head in disappointment and said respectfully
"Then, Abbot and his disciples, you should have a good rest. I will take them down first."
Jingchen's eyes moved, and he didn't know what he was thinking about, and said in a calm voice
"No, I'll take it to the meditation room to eat."
The disappointment on Wu An's face disappeared, he nodded excitedly and said happily
"Okay, then I'll leave it there and go down first."
The abbot then stood up, bowed to Jingchen, and said respectfully
"Then I will go now. You should get some rest early. You still need to pray and chant tomorrow."
Jingchen stood up and responded, watching the two leave, and finally withdrew his gaze indifferently.
He took a few more sips of tea before slowly standing up with the pastries in his hand.
I quietly pushed open the door of the Zen room, and what came into view was a bed bathed in moonlight, with a red figure curled up on it.
Chen Yuan was having a sweet dream. She raised her nose and suddenly smelled the sweet fragrance of osmanthus. She opened her eyes lazily.
The amber pupils spun around twice and instantly locked onto the osmanthus cake in Jingchen's hand.
“It smells so good.”
The cute voice, with a hint of sleepiness, looks particularly adorable.
Jingchen smiled, brought the cakes to the wooden table, and said sarcastically
"Still a little greedy fox."
Shen Yuan jumped down from the bed, ran to Jing Chen's feet, looked up cautiously and asked
"Can I eat it?"
Jingchen chuckled, picked up a piece of cake, half-knelt and handed it to Chen Yuan, with a gentle voice.
"Eat it."
From this angle, Chen Yuan could clearly see Jing Chen's beautiful narrow eyes and the trace of dogwood on his forehead.
The shape is very beautiful, like a small water drop, adding a bit of ethereal air to Jingchen's ascetic and exiled face.
Chen Yuan looked at it in a daze, and suddenly felt that the Buddha's child in front of him was more delicious than the osmanthus cake.
Seeing that Shen Yuan did not move, Jing Chen asked softly
"Aren't you greedy? Why don't you eat?"
Chen Yuan came back to his senses immediately and swallowed the osmanthus cake in one gulp.
The frosting that melts in your mouth, mixed with the sweet fragrance of osmanthus, makes your taste buds seem to be dancing.
Chen Yuan couldn't help but squint his eyes and shake his head, looking like a drunk fox.
Jingchen's eyes curved slightly, and he reached out to rub her furry head.
The little fox's fur is very soft and feels very comfortable to the touch.
"Take your time to eat. I'll go take a shower first."
Chen Yuan didn't even raise her head, her entire head almost buried in the osmanthus cake, and she only hummed softly.
Jingchen packed her underwear and went to the bathroom to wash up.
When he finished bathing and returned to the meditation room, Chen Yuan had already eaten all the osmanthus cake and was sleeping on the bed.
He eats and sleeps, sleeps and eats, and lives a very comfortable life. He doesn't look like a little fox, but more like a little pig.
Realizing what he was thinking, Jingchen shook his head with a smile.
The night becomes even darker, making the moonlight appear bright and pure.
It seemed to particularly favor Jingchen, and fell on his long eyelashes.
Jingchen's appearance is actually not gentle and harmless, but rather has a bit of fierce and aggressiveness.
But those eyes, as if filled with stars, were too beautiful, which weakened the sharpness and added a bit of extraordinary gentleness, making the whole person look like an immortal who was out of the ordinary.
There is even a saying circulating in Daliang that Bodhisattvas have no distinction between male and female, so the Buddha's disciples look like banished immortals and it is difficult to tell their gender.
Such an appearance brought him a lot of trouble.
Jingchen unconsciously touched his face, his eyes became darker, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
After a long time, he reached out and closed the window to block out the cool night breeze.
The little fox was sleeping soundly, and Jingchen didn't want to wake her up, but he didn't have the habit of sleeping with anyone, even though she was a fox.
He found a quilt, spread it out on the floor, and slept in it.
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