As spring goes and autumn comes, the leaves on the mountains wither and turn green again. In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.
The young man has grown up and is able to shoulder heavy responsibilities.
Life in the quiet and serious ancient temple is not as lively as the bustling Gancheng, and has always been very peaceful.
In addition to chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha with other monks on weekdays, Zhao Zhao also has to spend his free time with Master Xuanxin to answer questions for the people who come to seek for help.
Zhao Zhao was gifted with supernatural powers. In just ten years, his predictive abilities grew stronger and stronger, and his reputation soared. The news that Hongci Temple had a Buddhist disciple with "superb magical powers" spread more and more widely, and many people came to Hongci Temple every day to seek answers to their doubts from him.
Therefore, Zhao Zhao's side quest one has already been completed.
Hongci Temple Zen Room.
Zhao Zhao sat in front of the window, wearing only a plain white robe. The cinnabar between the boy's eyebrows was like blood, his eyebrows and eyes were delicate, and his temperament was gentle and elegant, which was natural. Even if he was just simply flipping through the Buddhist scriptures, his every move was pleasing to the eye.
"Ruosheng."
Suddenly, a hearty laugh was heard outside the window. The sound came before the person arrived. Needless to say, there was no one else except Fu Wei who was still so ostentatious in the quiet Hongci Temple.
Zhao Zhao raised her eyes, and the figure of the person coming was clearly reflected in her gentle eyes, which were exactly the same as when she was a child.
Fu Wei, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, walked over nonchalantly. He didn't even go in, but leaned against the window frame and stared at Zhao Zhao. "I heard you were going down the mountain?"
Zhao Zhao nodded, his eyes falling on the scripture in his hand again.
Seeing this, Fu Wei chuckled, turned and walked into Zhao Zhao's meditation room, raised his hand and snatched his scriptures.
"Senior Brother." Zhao Zhao was helpless.
Fu Wei was the first disciple accepted by Master Xuanxin, and he was also the monk that his father saved.
After his health improved, he immediately returned to Hongci Temple. Brother Fuwei's physical condition was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and his temper was sometimes good and sometimes bad.
However, what made Zhao Zhao most helpless was that Fu Wei would come to see him every now and then, disturbing his peace.
Fu Wei grinned. Even after shaving his head, he was still handsome and handsome. "Junior brother, if you go down the mountain, take me with you."
Ever since he came back last time, his master had refused to let him leave no matter what, and he had not left Hongci Temple for ten years.
Zhao Zhao stood up and slowly smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes. "Brother, I'm not going out to play this time. It would be boring for you to follow me."
"Don't worry about it." Fu Wei scratched his smooth head, his expression unusually firm.
Zhao Zhao had a faint smile on his face. He raised his hand to calculate something, then raised his eyes and said in a gentle and calm voice, "Brother, this trip of yours is a sign of great misfortune."
"Tsk~ Who can't calculate~"
Fu Wei's eyelids fluttered, and he looked particularly frivolous. He raised his hand and imitated Zhao Zhao, calculating casually twice, "Junior brother, our ominous signs are no less severe."
Zhao Zhao did not deny that his senior brother was nonchalant and seemed to be playing around, but in fact, he had great skills.
However, ever since the senior brother returned to the temple, the master has not allowed him to use his power without permission.
Seeing Zhao Zhao just smiling without saying anything, Fu Wei quickly supported his body and swayed him for a while, "Good Junior Brother, let me go~"
He was a head taller than Zhao Zhao, and at this moment he lowered his head. The muscular man was hanging on the thin Zhao Zhao, and he was speaking in a choked voice. No matter how you looked at him, he looked not serious.
Zhao Zhao's eyes curved slightly, and she met his gaze directly, "Brother, do you really have to go?"
"certainly."
Zhao Zhao had met many people in the past few years, but he said he had never heard of anyone like Fu Wei, who took the initiative to face the disaster even though he knew it was coming.
Fu Wei seemed to know exactly what he was thinking, and smiled, "Junior brother, don't look at me like that."
"You and I are the same, aren't we?"
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