◎Is that little girl your sweetheart?◎
That night, An Jiu saw the owl he hadn't seen for a long time.
The owl messenger not only brought a letter, but also a rather heavy box. When An Jiu opened it, she saw a hairpin inside that was very much in line with her aesthetic taste.
The hairpin looks like a peach blossom, with its petals being crystal clear rubies and its leaves being emeralds. When worn between black hair, it looks as if a gorgeous peach blossom has really blossomed from one’s head.
An Jiu picked up the hairpin, looked at the owl that seemed aggrieved, and raised her hand to stroke its feathers.
"Poor little thing, are you tired of flying with such a heavy thing?"
The owl cooed twice and rubbed its round little head against the palm of her hand.
This owl has become so accustomed to being petted by her that it has even learned to beg for petting.
An Jiu was content to have a good time playing with his cock before he slowly replied. The reply was also very simple, with only a few words that looked perfunctory.
Then she went to bed without paying attention to the other party's reply.
When she woke up the next morning, she saw the owl lingering around. The little guy had squatted on the window all night and was so sleepy that his eyelids were drooping.
After An Jiu took the letter, she let it go. When she opened the letter, she saw that it was another invitation for her to meet up.
Oh, this is a sense of crisis, and I want to develop feelings with her.
Before, it was Anjiu who took the initiative to find him and wanted to meet him. Now, the situation has changed and he is the one who asks her out.
The eldest lady won't serve you.
An Jiu was in a good mood. She simply put on her makeup, put on the ruby peach blossom hairpin, and went out with brisk steps.
Seeing the young man in white sitting in a wheelchair in the yard, she walked past him as if she didn't see him and even snorted deliberately.
Unexpectedly, the other party called her and looked at the top of the girl's head. There was a faint smile between his clear eyebrows and eyes: "Ms. An is very radiant today."
The girl raised her delicate chin high, and her rosy lips couldn't help but curl up, then quickly pursed them, glancing at him sideways, and said condescendingly: "You have good taste."
This was the first time in several days that the girl spoke to him in such a kind voice, without giving him a cold face or ignoring him. Pei Ji's eyebrows twitched, and he was about to say something else.
At this time, a little monk came in from outside the courtyard gate, put his hands together and said, "Guests, our abbot is now in the main hall, please come over to meet him."
With this interruption, the slightly relaxed atmosphere between the two of them disappeared in an instant.
The young man in white had a smile on his face as his slender fingers clenched the fan ribs. But if you looked closely, you could see a cold and indifferent look in his dark eyes.
He looked at the little monk and said gently, "Please lead the way."
The young monk rubbed his arms unconsciously, only to feel a chill on his back. He thought that the mountain breeze in the morning was too cold, so he smiled and reminded: "Please put on more clothes, the mountain is cold, and you might catch a cold."
"Thank you, little master. We have enough clothes. No need to add more. Let's go now!" An Jiu walked forward quickly and walked with the little monk, asking, "Little master, are you Buddhist disciples here too?"
The young monk said stiffly, "Senior Brother Feichen is serving beside the abbot."
"Well, I just happen to have a scripture to give him."
The girl in the red dress was walking and chatting with the little monk in front. She seemed to have some special ability. She could talk to anyone and was so cheerful and lively that she attracted people's attention.
Pei Ji and his servant followed behind. Ah Qi watched and couldn't help but sigh quietly, "I have never seen a woman like Miss An."
Ordinary women pay attention to not showing their teeth when smiling, and are gentle and quiet, but she can smile like a flower to anyone.
"Sir, have you seen it?"
Pei Ji's expression paused slightly, his long eyelashes like crow feathers fell silently, and he whispered: "No."
He hasn't seen it either.
She is like the only bright blush in this boring black and white world, like the beautiful peach blossoms in April.
At first sight, it makes people dazzled.
Never forgetful.
The group arrived at the Main Hall, the largest hall in Wuyin Temple with a wide gate. In the square in front of the hall stood a heavy copper animal incense burner with thick red incense sticks.
In the hall stand redwood pillars supporting tall beams. At the end of the sight is a tall, solid, and solemn golden Buddha statue.
The golden Buddha sat cross-legged with a smile on his face, and his slightly closed eyes were full of compassion.
Master Zhenyi was sitting under the Buddha statue. He was thin and wore a gorgeous golden-red robe. He had his hands clasped together, his eyes closed, and was bowing devoutly towards the Buddha statue.
A young and handsome monk in a white robe stood by, looking at his nose and his heart, with his eyes lowered and without saying a word.
Hearing the footsteps, Fei Chen looked up and nodded to them silently.
An Jiu winked at him quietly, indicating to him that the book had been brought.
The girl made small expressions vividly, and a fleeting smile flashed across the eyes of the white-robed monk.
Pei Ji saw this scene. He turned his face away calmly, put his fist to his lips, and coughed twice.
Master Zhenyi opened his eyes upon hearing the voice and stood up from his cushion.
He was already very old, and his movements were a little slow. His eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his pupils had become cloudy, but when he looked at people, a gleam of divine light still occasionally flashed in his eyes.
"You are... Pei Zhou's son?"
After staring at the young man in white in the wheelchair for a while, Shinichi asked slowly.
"Yes, my father is the Medicine King Pei Zhou, and my name is Pei Ji."
Zhenyi's eyes fell on Pei Ji's face and he nodded slowly: "You look a lot like Pei Zhou, especially your eyes..." His eyes fell and he saw the wheelchair under him. Zhenyi was slightly surprised, "Your legs..."
Pei Ji said, "It's a poison that was brought from the mother's womb. It is said that my father brought my mother to the temple to recuperate for a while. Master, do you still remember?"
Master Zhenyi seemed to be reminiscing, and said slowly: "I remember that your parents had a very good relationship at that time, and they were an enviable couple. Your father spent a lot of effort to detoxify your mother. Now they are both gone, which is really a pity..."
When he said this, Master Zhenyi looked melancholy.
But he quickly changed the subject, probably because he didn't want to recall the past and add to the sadness.
"Little Doctor Pei, thank you for making this trip. I feel that I am old and I don't want to trouble you. It's Feichen who is worried about my health, so he asked you to come here. To ease his mind, please check the old monk's pulse."
Several people came to the back of the main hall, which was the residence of Master Zhenyi.
The master lived a simple life. The back hall was empty and lonely. There was nothing in it except a bed, a table and a few chairs.
Shinichi sat at the table and stretched out his dry and skinny hand.
Pei Ji said "excuse me" softly, and then gently placed his white fingertips on Zhenyi's pulse.
After a while, he raised his eyes slightly and looked at Shinichi with a hesitant look.
Zhenyi remained calm and said to Feichen who was watching them nervously, "Feichen, you haven't finished your morning class yet, go out first."
Fei Chen could see that this was an attempt to get him away, but he could not disobey his master's order. After a moment's silence, he could only say "yes" in a low voice and walked out of the back hall reluctantly.
Before Feichen's figure disappeared, the girl in the red dress, who had been quiet all the time, said "I'm going out for some fresh air" and hurriedly followed him.
The bright red skirt brushed over the threshold and fluttered as she ran out the door.
Zhenyi lifted his wrinkled eyelids and said with a rare smile in his old voice: "Little Doctor Pei, is that girl your sweetheart?"
He could naturally feel that the moment the girl left, the fingers pressing on his wrist suddenly increased their strength.
This is a subconscious reaction and is not controlled by the mind.
Zhenyi has lived for many years, and even though he is very old, he can still see clearly.
Yesterday, a fellow apprentice also came to talk to him about this matter, but after observing the two of them today, he was sure that there was no romantic relationship between Fei Chen and the girl, but instead he had some ambiguity with the young doctor Pei.
Zhenyi thought for a moment, and said earnestly: "Little doctor, don't worry. The old monk sees that the little girl has no interest in Feichen, but has some feelings for you. Little doctor, if you work harder, you will get what you want in no time."
After hearing this, Pei Ji felt that the old monk was really blind.
How could he not know An Jiu's attitude towards him?
Besides, she was not his sweetheart.
Monks do not tell lies, but this old monk spoke nonsense.
Master Zhenyi, who was once known for his sharp eyes that could distinguish the true from the false, has now become an old immortal who talks nonsense.
Pei Ji thought so in his heart, but his face was as gentle as ever. He lowered his eyes and said, "Master, you are too kind. Miss An and I are just friends, not lovers... Master, you are old, and Pei speaks frankly. I am afraid that in a few days, it will be your death. Do you have any expectations?"
The Great Master Zhenyi had a peaceful expression. Facing Pei Ji's rebuttal, he did not say much. He just said calmly, "I already knew about this matter. Little Doctor, there is no need to say more. In a few days, it will be the day of the old monk's death. Then please invite Little Doctor to attend the ceremony together."
Everyone knew that he was going to die, so Pei Ji withdrew his hand and said, "Pei must be respectful and obey your command."
The air was silent for a moment. Pei Ji was about to say goodbye when Master Zhenyi suddenly said, "Little Divine Doctor Pei, I heard that the divine skills manual found by the Golden Snake Sword was stolen by the Demon Cult. Is this true?"
Pei Ji had experienced such a conversation once in his previous life, and he even knew what he would say next.
The trip to Wuyin Temple did not change much from Pei Ji's previous life, except that there was one more An Jiu, and An Jiu also had an interaction with the Buddhist disciple Fei Chen, but this did not affect anything.
In the previous life, Pei Ji used the excuse of acupuncture to prolong Zhenyi's life, causing Zhenyi to die quietly in his sleep.
Since Zhenyi's time was approaching, no one noticed that it was he who did it.
He took advantage of the turmoil at Wuyin Temple when Zhenyi passed away and stole the Bodhi seeds in the middle of the night.
This time Pei Ji did not intend to repeat the path of his previous life. He was more patient and better at waiting than before.
He will wait until Shinichi dies of natural causes before arranging for someone to take the Bodhi seeds away.
In his previous life, he had already found out the location of the Bodhi seed, and it was within his reach.
Everything will have nothing to do with Pei Ji.
Feichen would no longer find anything strange about Zhenyi's death, nor would he suspect him.
All his thoughts were in a flash, and Pei Ji's expression did not change at all. He replied in a gentle voice: "Yes, the secret book has indeed fallen into the hands of the Demon Sect. Several major sects, led by Huashan Sect, are now discussing gathering the Central Plains martial arts world to fight against the Demon Sect together."
Zhenyi pondered for a moment, but said something completely different from what he remembered: "Little Doctor Pei, do you know where this poison in your body came from?"
Pei Ji stood there in a daze for a moment, his face full of shock.
He himself didn't know the origin of the poison, could it be that Shinichi knew?
Also, why did Shinichi behave differently from his previous life?
That time, he just warned Pei Ji lightly to be careful of the Demon Cult, but did not mention the poison in his body at all.
Could the poison in his body be related to the Demon Cult?
What made Shinichi change his mind and finally talk to him about this?
The author has something to say:
Shinichi: Because I see that you are a love-brained person, so I am kind enough to save you
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