But resilient.
The golden thread that had just relaxed became tight again because of her movements.
A subtle pulse was felt under Yan Zhuoxu's fingertips.
No longer the stagnation of disease.
But...
The trembling in her breathing, the subtle ups and downs of her blood flowing, and her lingering gasps that reached my ears.
Following this thread, everything seeped into his perception.
The golden thread was inexplicably hot.
Yan Zhuoxu lowered his eyes and concentrated, but his brows wrinkled slightly for a moment.
This strange feeling is unfamiliar and...out of bounds.
His throat moved slightly, and he suddenly let go.
"Master...?" Shen Zhiyi was confused by the sudden tightening and relaxing of the force.
The soft voice clearly showed weakness and energy.
But for some reason, even heavy rain could not drown it.
"When the Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara was practicing the profound Prajnaparamita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and was able to transcend all suffering..."
Yan Zhuoxu twirled his Buddhist beads and lowered his eyes deeply.
When he raised his eyes again, his gaze was as clear as before, as if the moment of distraction just now had never occurred.
"This place is very far from my meditation room."
"Donor, please do as you please."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and left with his hands behind his back.
Chen Bi's face lit up with joy, and he saluted Yan Zhuoxu's departing back: "Thank you, Master!"
The young novice monk was also delighted: "Great, benefactor! This is the first time Master Kongchen has allowed someone to stay the night here!"
"You guys have a good rest, I'll go help get the medicine."
Chen Bi gratefully saw him out: "Thank you, little master."
The footsteps faded away.
The door was closed.
Shen Zhiyi gathered her clothes and stood up, calmly putting away the gold thread on her wrist.
Although his face was still pale, he no longer had the weak look he had just now.
Chen Bi suppressed his joy, walked up to her, and whispered, "It's just as you expected, Miss."
A look of heartache appeared on her face again.
"It's just that it's too dangerous for the young lady to use her own body to set up a trap."
"You scared me to death."
Shen Zhiyi gave a reassuring smile: "Don't worry, I'm fine, right?"
"If I don't use this risky trick, how can I arouse his compassion and make him stay here?" She leaned on the couch, her fingertips entwined with the golden thread, "You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing the child."
She has been weak since childhood.
In order to avoid conflicts in the harem, she always kept pills that could induce illness.
Of course, there is also an antidote.
Before entering the temple, she secretly took the medicine and deliberately knelt in the temple for a day, which caused her old illness to relapse and set up this trap.
If Yan Zhuoxu remained unmoved, she would simply faint in the temple.
Could it be possible that he could break the precept of not killing and get himself thrown out?
Fortunately, he did not stand by and watch him die.
Chen Bi was worried: "Miss, you have a plan, but Master Kongchen's meditation room is far away from us, and it's raining outside. He only agreed to let us stay for one night. How can you approach him?"
Shen Zhiyi raised his eyelids and looked at the increasingly dark night outside.
A faint smile appeared at the corners of his lips.
"Once you feel compassion once, there will be another time, countless times."
"Besides..." She looked at Chen Bi and blinked, "He has been gifted and intelligent since he was young, and he is proud and arrogant. Since he started studying medicine, he has never failed. How could he allow himself to make a mistake?"
Chen Bi was surprised: "Miss, what you mean is..."
The night deepened and the sound of rain became louder.
Yan Zhuoxu sat cross-legged on a cushion and recited the Heart Sutra.
The stunning reflection on the screen and the faint throbbing lingering on his fingertips were all suppressed.
The Buddhist beads twisted silently, over and over again.
Outside the door, there was a sudden scream from the little monk.
"Master Kongchen! This is bad!"
"The female donor took the medicine you prescribed and is now vomiting violently!"
"You should go and have a look!"
The Buddhist beads suddenly stopped.
Yan Zhuoxu raised his eyes, looked at the candlelight on the eternal lamp that flickered for a moment, and clenched his finger bones.
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