Duanyun Temple has always had very few worshippers.
Before the mountain road was destroyed, only Shen Zhiyi remained in the temple and had not yet descended the mountain.
To facilitate her treatment, Yan Zhuoxu agreed to let her move to a meditation room closer to him.
The young novice was still in surprise as he helped them move their things.
“Master Kongchen prefers quiet. He lives alone in that courtyard and rarely allows anyone to stay overnight, let alone near his meditation room.”
"It seems that they are particularly concerned about your illness."
No one suspected that Yan Zhuoxu might have other intentions.
Only the people in their temple know this.
Over the years, the Emperor has used countless methods and sent countless women to Master Kongchen in an attempt to persuade him to return to secular life.
If he were truly interested in matters of love and sex, he would have left the mountain long ago.
Why would I still be here, doing what kind of lay disciple?
Shen Zhiyi smiled and said, "Master, you are compassionate. If you can truly cure my ailment, the Prime Minister's residence will definitely send a gift of thanks to Duanyun Temple."
As they talked, they walked to the front of the courtyard.
Yan Zhuoxu, dressed in a monk's robe, stood outside the meditation room, glancing at her with a detached expression.
He saw her smile at the young novice monk.
Her smile is sweet and gentle.
The sunlight shone on her, highlighting a golden velvet edge, making her look soft, harmless, and incredibly warm.
For some reason, he found it somewhat glaring.
Shen Zhiyi paused when she saw him.
Turning to Chen Bi, he said, "You move the things inside first."
"Yes, Miss."
Shen Bi glanced at the two of them, then carried the things inside with the young novice monk.
Shen Zhiyi walked up to Yan Zhuoxu.
Yingying curtsied and said, "Thank you, Master. Shall we begin the medicinal bath tonight?"
Yan Zhuoxu, with one hand behind his back and the other holding prayer beads, said calmly, "There's no need to thank me."
The prayer beads made a rhythmic clinking sound.
He moved his thumb slowly, his expression calm and his voice devoid of emotion, "Thank you, Duan Yun Temple."
Shen Zhiyi: ...
She opened her lips.
Yan Zhuoxu pressed his fingertips against the beaded string, his cold gaze fixed on her. "The medicinal bath is still missing a few herbs. Prepare them before we begin."
"Take your medicine for the next two days."
Now that the mountain road is impassable, those medicinal herbs cannot be transported from the foot of the mountain, so we have to go to the back mountain to collect them ourselves.
The weather is alright tonight.
He would go up the mountain himself to search for her.
Shen Zhiyi nodded, "I'll do whatever the master says."
Yan Zhuoxu said no more and turned to go inside.
Night falls.
After taking her medicine, Shen Zhiyi suddenly heard a slight noise outside, like something hitting the doors and windows.
Shen Bi sniffed warily and said, "Miss, there's a smell of blood."
Shen Zhiyi was immediately shocked.
Who would commit such a crime in a temple?
"Don't be afraid, Miss, I'll go and see." Shen Bi said, and tiptoed out the door.
When she returned, the serious look on her face faded, replaced by a hint of surprise. She exclaimed, "Miss, the opportunity has arrived!"
"He's not a bandit, but Master Kongchen."
Shen Zhiyi gripped her skirt tightly. "What's wrong with him?"
“Miss, don’t worry,” Chen Bi said. “He was injured while gathering herbs on the mountain. I just went out and ran into the young monk who came to deliver the medicine. That’s when I learned that the master went into the mountain tonight.”
"I suppose they went to gather herbs for the young lady."
Shen Zhiyi frowned. "Where are his bodyguards?"
Shen Bi shook his head. "He hasn't been around since yesterday."
Shen Zhiyi thought for a moment, picked up a handwritten scroll of scripture, got up and went out. “In that case, I should go and take care of his injuries.”
The meditation room was quiet and secluded.
Yan Zhuoxu sat on a futon, his monk's robe half-undone and hanging at his waist.
His upper body was bare, and his strong back and arms bore several scratch marks from wild animals.
It looked somewhat shocking against her fair skin.
He poured the medicine into a white handkerchief, pressed it against the wound on his arm, and frowned very slightly.
These medicinal herbs are hard to find.
He went too far today and, unfortunately, encountered a wild beast.
Monks and nuns are forbidden from killing.
While protecting the medicinal herbs, he inevitably suffered some losses and was scratched a few times.
Fortunately, it wasn't anything poisonous.
Knock knock knock—
"Master?" Shen Zhiyi's anxious voice came from outside, "Are you injured?"
Yan Zhuoxu paused.
He immediately lifted the monk's robe and put it on.
They didn't even have time to treat the wound on their back.
Damage caused by friction from clothing.
He frowned, took two deep breaths, and then got up to open the door.
Shen Zhiyi's anxious face appeared before me.
Her gaze lingered on him. "My little master said you went up the mountain to gather herbs for me and were seriously injured. I was really worried about you, so I came to check on you."
"How are you? Are your injuries serious?"
"Has the medicine been applied?"
A barrage of concern came crashing down on me.
Yan Zhuoxu pursed his thin lips. "It's nothing serious."
Shen Zhiyi glanced at the several wads of white cloth scattered beside the prayer mat not far away, all stained red with blood, and exclaimed, "So much blood has been lost, how can this not be a serious matter?"
Yan Zhuoxu followed her gaze and turned around, seeing the mess on the ground. He slightly turned to the side, blocking her way.
"It's not as serious as you think."
Shen Zhiyi noticed the torn monk's robe on his back and stepped inside.
"You also have a wound on your back. How can you apply medicine by yourself?"
"I'll help you."
She neither addressed others with the formal "you" nor asked for permission before entering; her behavior was nothing short of rude.
Yan Zhuoxu was speechless for a moment.
His fingers tightened around the door frame, as if reminding her, and he stared straight at her, "It's late at night, men and women should keep to themselves."
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