Gu Yanji was injured on her back. There was a long wound from her left shoulder blade to her right lower back, almost to the bone.
Jiang Zhen helped apply medicine. When he saw the wound, he felt very guilty. If it wasn't for saving him, the general wouldn't have taken the knife.
"I wonder if they completed the mission successfully." Gu Yan said after hurriedly putting on her undershirt.
Jiang Zhen thought for a moment and said, "Why don't I go into the city today and find out what's going on?"
Although they killed the enemy soldiers who went to Suicheng to report the situation when they arrived, many days have passed now. If there is anything unusual in the battle at the front, they should be able to find some problems by going to the city to investigate.
Gu Yanji also had this plan. If it weren't for the strong smell of blood on him, she would have wanted to go there in person.
"By the way, General Gu, when you just woke up and were still conscious, the host here came over and said he wanted to see you." Jiang Zhen touched his head with his uninjured hand, not sure what the host meant.
If you ask him, these monks just like to deal with these obscure and profound things.
"Abbot?" Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, Gu Yan almost forgot something important. "Go and find out when that monk named Guan Jing came to Shangqing Temple."
Jiang Zhen couldn't help but feel curious and suspicious when he heard him repeatedly mention the monk who saved them. "General, are you saying there's something strange about him?"
He had just woken up, and the first thing he asked was to ask the monk, but he fainted again in a short while.
Gu Yan was anxious: "Don't you notice that he looks very similar to the princess's eldest brother Song Yu?"
Jiang was shocked. "Resemble? I didn't really notice it!"
During the years he stayed in Guizhou, in order to conform to the image of a minister disliked by the previous emperor, he rarely interacted with other court officials.
So for many people, Jiang Zhen only remembered a vague appearance, not to mention young people like Song Yu, who changed a lot in a few years, so how could he still remember them?
"But didn't the princess's eldest brother die on the battlefield?" Jiang Zhen asked cautiously, his mind racing. "Could it be that he's resurrected through a corpse?"
Gu Yan anxiously said: ...
He endured the burning pain from his back and suddenly regretted blocking the knife for him. "None of us saw his body with our own eyes."
The battle in the northwest was so brutal that the corpses of many soldiers could not be identified. Only Song Yu's clothes were placed in the coffin.
Jiang Zhen: "Now that you mention it, I actually think that Master Guan Jing looks kind of familiar."
Originally he thought it was the same reason for all monks, but now he thinks that maybe he really is the princess's elder brother.
"Knock knock." There was a regular knock on the door outside.
Gu Yan looked at Jiang Zhen anxiously.
Jiang Zhen's eyes darkened and he stood up to open the door.
The person who came was the host, but there was another person following behind him. It’s amazing that he looked a bit like the princess.
"Master Host." Jiang Zhen nodded slightly.
"Amitabha, my Buddhist name is Xuanyi. You can call me by that name." Xuanyi's face was calm. "I heard that the seriously injured donor has woken up, so I came to visit him."
Jiang Zhen was not very good at dealing with monks. He scratched his head and stepped aside to make way, "Master Xuanyi, please come in first."
Gu Yan hurriedly propped himself up. This time he finally saw the man's face clearly, and he was finally sure that he was Song Yu.
"Master Xuanyi, may I ask when did you accept him as your disciple?" Gu Yan hurriedly got straight to the point and pointed directly at Song Yu.
Xuanyi glanced at the disciple behind him, and pursed his lips slightly, "Amitabha, Guan Jing, come here."
The disciple called Guan Jing nodded slightly, "Yes, Master."
"Donor, if you have anything to say, just say it." Xuan Yi's eyes were clear, as if he saw through everything.
Gu Yan was too anxious to care about anything else and asked directly, "Song Yu, since you are alive, why don't you go home?"
He didn't say directly that he was going back to Dai Viet. After all, this was still Daye, and it would be better not to expose himself and Jiang Zhen, both of whom were from Dai Viet.
Song Yu's expression was very calm. He didn't react at all to Gu Yan's anxious accusation. He just said, "Amitabha, I have converted to Buddhism. Please still call me by my Dharma name. I respect you."
Gu Yan's head ached with anxiety, and only two words came to her mind: it's over.
However, Gu Yanji didn't want to give up yet. "Your real name is Song Yu. Besides your parents, wife, and daughter, you also have three younger brothers and sisters. Have you forgotten all this?"
"Amitabha, the donor may have mentioned Guan Jing's secular identity, but since Guan Jing has already forgotten these worldly past events, perhaps it is God's will."
Gu Yan anxiously said: ...
At this time, Master Xuanyi said, "I accidentally discovered Guan Jing in a mass grave northwest of Dai Viet while traveling around the world a few years ago. I saw that he was still breathing, so I brought him back to Shangqing Temple."
"I believe that although he has a connection with Buddhism, his worldly ties have not yet been resolved. If we hastily allow him to become a Buddhist, I'm afraid it would be God's will."
Gu Yan was anxious: "Since he is not suitable for Buddhism, why did Master Xuanyi ordain him as a monk?"
"You have misunderstood my master. I did not ordain Guan Jing." Song Yu said slowly, "I shaved my own head."
"What about your Dharma name?"
"Take it yourself."
"Become my disciple?"
"Self-confessed."
“…”
Jiang Zhen felt a headache when he heard them saying "Amitabha" one after another. He guessed that Gu Yanji could not deal with this brother-in-law. If only the princess was here, she would definitely have a way.
Shangqing Temple is not big and there are not many incense burners on weekdays, so there are few monks in the temple. Except for the fixed chanting time, the temple is very quiet.
Song Wan and the other two entered the temple from the back. As they approached the temple, Song Wan felt a familiar feeling and the mental power in his body began to stir.
"Gu Yan's concern is right here!" she said affirmatively.
"Let me and Gu Wu go in first to explore the way." Song Qi was afraid that there might be unknown dangers inside.
"No need to explore, just go in." Song Wan threw the person on his back to Song Qi and pushed the door himself.
There was only a little monk sweeping the floor in the yard.
When they saw someone entering the temple, they put down their brooms and walked over, clasping their hands together and saying, "Amitabha, may I ask if you are here to burn incense and worship Buddha, or..."
"I'm here to find someone." Song Wan said straightforwardly.
The young monk was a little hesitant. "May I ask who this female donor is looking for?"
"Two men." Song Wan replied.
Gu Yanji and Jiang Zhen are just two men.
"Sorry, female donor, this is a temple." The little monk obviously misunderstood.
"Of course I know this is a temple. Could it be that all of you monks are not men?" Song Wan said deliberately.
The little monk: "..."
"I'm not going to tease you, little bald guy. We just want to know if there have been two men in your temple recently. One is younger and more handsome than the average guy, and the other is a middle-aged uncle who doesn't look too smart. They might have been injured."
She said bluntly, "The three of us are in the same group as those two."
Song Qi was listening nearby and couldn't help but twitch his lips. What do they mean by "a gang"? Why does the person listening sound like a bandit?
The little monk's eyes brightened a little now, but he still kept his distance from the few people who suddenly appeared. "May I ask your name, benefactor?"
"My name is Song Wan, little bald head, just tell them my name." Song Wan did not miss the flash of light in the little monk's eyes. She found a stone block to sit down, took out a piece of meat pancake and started to eat.
The Prince of Daye should lose weight. He has been running all the way and is hungry.
Hearing the name "little bald head" again, the little monk frowned and said, "My Buddhist name is Guanzhen."
Song Wan took a big bite and chewed it. The meat pancake was a little cold due to the wind. "Got it, Guanzhen little bald head."
Guanzhen...
Half an hour was almost over. Gu Yanji was the first to encounter such a stubborn person. He looked at Song Yu, who was still indifferent, and said, "No matter what you think, I will take you back."
"Amitabha, benefactor, please don't force anything."
Gu Yan anxiously asked, "Song Yu..."
"Donor, my Buddhist name is Guan Jing." Song Yu interrupted him this time, "Don't call me by the wrong name again."
After listening for so long, Jiang Zhen couldn't help but scratch his ears.
This Prince Song who has become a monk is really difficult to deal with.
At this time, there was another knock on the door. "Are the two donors here?"
Jiang Zhen skillfully went over to open the door, "Master Guan Zhen, are you here to see your senior brother Guan Jing?"
Guan Zhen shook his head, "I'm here to look for two donors."
Jiang Zhen was surprised, "Looking for us?"
Guan Zhen nodded, his face tense and slightly serious. "A female donor and two male donors came in. The female donor said she knew the two donors."
Jiang Zhen was confused by his donors coming and going, and his head was dizzy. What about one woman and two men...
"Wait, are you sure it's one woman and two men? Is the woman's surname Song?" Jiang Zhen suddenly had a bold guess.
"It seems that the female donor did not lie." Guan Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The master said that the identities of the two donors in the wing room were not ordinary, and the temple should try not to let strangers in these few days.
But now the people who came were friends of the two donors, so they should not be considered strangers.
"The female donor's surname is indeed Song." Guanzhen replied.
Jiang Zhen's eyes gradually brightened with joy, "It must be!" It must be the princess!
After saying that, he rushed out of the yard.
Guanzhen had no time to stop him and had to follow him.
Inside the house, Gu Yanji was still persevering in persuading Song Yu to go back with him. Now that there were no outsiders around, he no longer had any scruples. "Song Yu, you are from Dayue. Even if you really want to become a monk, you should go back to Dayue."
No matter what, we have to bring the person back first.
If Awan knew that her elder brother was still alive, she would definitely be very happy.
When Jiang Zhen ran out, Song Wan had just finished eating three pancakes.
Gu Wu was the first to see him and immediately asked, "Jiang Shen——"
Jiang Zhen quickly stopped talking and said, "I changed my name. Now it's Jiang Zhen."
Song Wan was not surprised by his arrival, but was puzzled by his mention of changing his name. "Hasn't this always been your name?"
Jiang Zhen...he was reminding Gu Wu not to reveal the truth, okay!
Gu Wu also reacted at this time and quickly changed his address, "Jiang Zhen, is the young master injured? And why are you in the temple?"
"Mr. Gu was indeed injured. It's my fault. I didn't see the enemy's knife coming at me, and Mr. Gu helped me block it." Jiang Zhen said guiltily.
"I told you, he can't do without me." Song Wan interrupted, and threw the bag with a lot of meat pancakes left to Gu Wu, "I'll go take a look."
Then whoosh, the person disappeared.
Jiang Zhen was stunned. Before he could finish his words, the person disappeared.
Song Wan followed his feeling to the outside of a wing room, tested it with his mental sense, and then pushed the door open and walked in.
"Gu Yanji, I haven't been with you for long and you've already made yourself like this." As soon as Song Wan came in, she smelled a bloody smell and a bitter herbal scent.
If she hadn't seen the person first, Gu Yan would have thought she was hallucinating. "A Wan? Why are you here?"
He was surprised, shocked, and worried.
"Of course I came to see you." Song Wan strode into the room, walked straight to Gu Yanji's bed and sat down, intending to see if he was seriously injured. She didn't notice that there was someone next to him at all.
Gu Yan hurriedly pulled her forward and said, "Ah Wan, look who he is."
Song Wan followed his gaze and looked to the side, and saw another bald man.
Huh? But this bald guy looks a little familiar.
Being stared at like this by her, Song Yu clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha."
I remember it!
Song Wan couldn't believe it, "Brother?!"
"Amitabha, I have no relatives or friends. You can call me by my Dharma name and show me respect." Song Yu remained serious and his eyes showed no fluctuation.
Song Wan looked at him, then turned to Gu Yan and asked anxiously, "He is my eldest brother, right?"
Gu Yan nodded helplessly, "Your elder brother must have lost his memory."
Song Wan shook her head after hearing this and said, "I think there's something wrong with his brain."
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