Knock knock knock—
"Who goes there?" came a cold, inquiring voice from inside the door.
Shen Zhiyi paused for a moment, then said softly, "Master Kongchen, it is I."
There was a moment of silence in the room.
Then, the door was opened.
Yan Zhuoxu lowered his eyes and looked at the petite figure bathed in the morning light, his throat bobbing slightly.
"What is it?"
Shen Zhiyi picked up the food box and smiled, "Master's medicine works very quickly. I feel much better today."
"To express my gratitude to the master, I have specially prepared a bowl of sweet soup. Please accept it."
She looked into the house. "May I come in?"
She wasn't dressed in plain white today, unlike yesterday.
Instead, she wore a soft, pale yellow satin dress with a graceful hem embroidered with clusters of pale gold osmanthus blossoms. When the wind blew, it gently clung to her legs, making her look incredibly beautiful.
A red ribbon, tied in a ruyi knot, hung from her waist, making her slender waist appear even more delicate.
Yan Zhuoxu looked at her smiling face and pressed his thumb against the beads in his palm.
He paused for a moment, then pointed to the ground beside him.
"Just leave it here."
Shen Zhiyi did not overstep the bounds of propriety, nodded, and bent down to put down the food box.
"Then I won't disturb you any longer, Master."
“I will descend the mountain today. I will be deeply grateful for your kindness and will remember it for the rest of my life.”
She bowed and turned to leave.
But when no one was around, a slight smile played on her lips.
Shen Bi sent a message to His Majesty's secret guards yesterday. By now, the road down the mountain is probably already blocked.
She has time to stay in this temple.
She walked briskly, disappearing into the distance.
Yan Zhuoxu stood still, twirled the prayer beads a few more times, before bending down and opening the food box.
It's a bowl of osmanthus and red bean soup.
A sweet aroma wafted into my nose.
He suddenly remembered the cluster of osmanthus blossoms on the hem of Shen Zhiyi's skirt.
The fingertips twitched.
Just as he was about to pick up the soup bowl, the young novice monk passed by.
"Hey, Master Kongchen, you have this soup too!" He was holding a bowl and incense holder in his hands.
Yan Zhuoxu raised his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.
"also?"
The young novice nodded, "The female benefactor made quite a lot and distributed it all to everyone in the temple."
"It's so delicious! You have to try it!"
He excitedly handed the incense holder in his hand to Yan Zhuoxu, saying, "Look, this was also made by her. She said she wanted me to put it in the front hall to worship it in gratitude for the Buddha's grace."
"She is beautiful inside and out."
Yan Zhuoxu looked at his simple smile and, for some reason, felt a little displeased.
Feeling grateful for Buddha's grace?
A cold smile crept onto his lips.
It was clearly him who treated her illness.
What does this have to do with gods and Buddhas?
What does this have to do with the people in this temple?
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