After returning to Hongci Temple, although Master Xuanxin forced Zhaozhao to receive treatment, wounds would appear on his body for unknown reasons.
This made the master wonder if there were monks bullying Zhao Zhao where he couldn't see, and he asked his eldest disciple Fu Wei to observe carefully.
Zhao Zhao didn't know what he was thinking, but every time she saw the new wound, she couldn't help but think about He Yunmin's life.
"System, is this the suffering that the protagonist must go through to grow?"
Zhao Zhao skillfully cleaned a long knife wound on his arm and asked without changing his expression.
He didn't know where his pain-fearing and precious brother was suffering this inhuman torture at this moment.
Only Zhao Zhao, who felt the same way as him, knew how difficult it had been for He Yunmin in the past two years.
The knife and sword wounds on his body witnessed his difficulties and growth. Zhao Zhao felt distressed but also proud of him.
His protagonist brother is really great.
In the past two years, while Zhao Zhao was calculating for the people, he would also go down the mountain with Fu Wei to do what he could for the people living at the foot of the mountain.
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"Brother, you don't have to help me anymore."
At the foot of a mountain near Hongci Temple, Zhao Zhao felt helpless. He wiped the sweat from his smooth forehead and reached out his hand to Fu Wei with perseverance.
This time, they went down the mountain again to help the elderly childless man collect firewood for the winter.
But Fu Wei always took over his work and didn't let him do it himself, which often made him laugh and cry.
He stretched out his hand to ask Fu Wei to take the backpack filled with firewood, but he grabbed his hand.
The young man looked back and grinned. He was tall and his back was as straight as a bamboo. He was carrying a backpack on his back, holding another in his left hand and holding Zhao Zhao with his right hand.
At the same time, he warned, "The mountain roads are slippery, be careful."
Zhao Zhao reluctantly struggled against his hand, but failed to break free.
"Brother, you don't have to take care of me like this."
"oh."
"..." Fu Wei chuckled. His junior brother was only seventeen years old, but he was as thin as a bamboo pole. He would often have some inexplicable wounds on his body, and his body was also very weak.
Despite having such a frail body, he still thought about doing good deeds all day long. Whenever he saw this scene, his heart softened again and again.
"Forget it, you better stay here."
As she spoke, Fu Wei pressed him to sit on a large rock nearby. "Stay still, I'll be back soon."
It rained in this grove two days ago, and the road is slippery. If my junior brother falls, it will be difficult to explain to the master.
But whether he was afraid of being scolded by his master or worried about Zhao Zhao's health, probably only he himself knew it best.
"Okay." Seeing how tough he was, Zhao Zhao had no choice but to agree.
"But next time I won't go down the mountain with you."
Staring at Fu Wei's receding back, Zhao Zhao said softly.
Looking around, there were still some broken firewood. Zhao Zhao couldn't sit still, so he picked them up slowly.
However, as he was picking up the wood, before Zhao Zhao could react, a pair of bony hands suddenly appeared in front of him and picked up the wood he was about to pick up. Zhao Zhao was stunned and looked up again, looking at the person with an unchanged expression.
The wind blew, ruffling the boy's high ponytail. A voice of "brother" accompanied by the sound of the wind reached Zhao Zhao's ears.
He was wearing a simple black robe with narrow sleeves, and his whole body was plain and elegant. The face that was familiar to Zhang Zhaozhao had grown a lot longer and was very handsome, but when his dark and deep eyes looked at him this time, they no longer contained the familiar joy that he had seen every time he looked at him as a child.
Zhao Zhao had already sensed that they would meet again, but she didn't expect it to be so soon.
After a moment of hesitation, Zhao Zhao took a step back, put his hands together, and performed a standard monk's salute.
Her eyes curved as she whispered a few words, "Donor, is there something you want to talk to Ruosheng about?"
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