When Yan Zhuoxu arrived at the meditation room, Shen Zhiyi was pursing her lips, shaking her head repeatedly at the medicine that Shen Bi had brought, and even pushing it away with her hand.
It seemed like they were very resistant.
His brow twitched, and he strode across the threshold.
One corner of the monk's robe was still damp from the rain.
"Master Kongchen, you've finally arrived!" Chen Bi put the medicine aside, stood up and bowed. "Please take a look at Miss!"
"She absolutely refused to take her medicine."
The tall figure walked to the bedside, casting a dark shadow that enveloped Shen Zhiyi.
His gaze lingered for a moment on the dark, murky medicine.
Move it onto her face.
"What happened?"
His medicine is absolutely flawless.
But she vomited everything up.
Shen Zhiyi frowned and looked at him pitifully, "It's bitter."
Yan Zhuoxu: ...
He closed his eyes.
“Good medicine tastes bitter.” His voice was cold, but his gaze turned to the Buddhist shrine in the corner of the meditation room.
The small Buddha statue, sculpted from clay, has lowered eyes and a gentle curve at the corners of its lips.
It exudes a sense of compassion for all living beings.
Pity for her.
He should do the same.
He shifted his gaze to Shen Zhiyi, only to find her still staring at him, silent, her eyes welling with tears.
Yan Zhuoxu pressed her lips together tightly.
The rain had stopped long ago, I don't know when.
But at that moment he heard the sound of dripping water.
Pat, pat—
Her eyes are actually very bright.
Like glass soaked in water, it trembled timidly, its eyelashes long and delicate like butterfly wings, fluttering softly.
With just one glance, even the most aloof and proud god would involuntarily grant her a little more mercy.
Yan Zhuoxu rolled up his sleeve and placed some dried licorice slices on the table.
"Holding it under the tongue before taking the medicine can reduce the bitterness."
“You are not a child anymore. If you continue to be stubborn and refuse to take your medicine, even a god cannot save you.”
His expression was indifferent, and he turned to leave after speaking.
Shen Zhiyi glanced at the licorice tablets on the table, her eyes flickering.
She reached out and grabbed his sleeve as it swept past her.
The tall figure stopped abruptly.
Yan Zhuoxu turned slightly, his gaze falling, lingering for a moment on the corner of the monk's robe she was holding.
Shen Zhiyi immediately let go, as if burned by that gaze.
She looked up at him as if gazing upon a god.
"Master, your medical skills are superb. Would you be so kind as to have mercy and cure my congenital weakness?"
Her tone was soft, with a cautious plea.
Yan Zhuoxu flipped his hand, hiding his sleeve behind his back, away from her touch.
With his other hand, he gripped the prayer beads tightly.
If a person has a congenital weakness, they must stay in the temple for several months to recover and be properly treated.
He thought of the flickering eternal lamp, looked down at her, his expression unreadable.
"This humble monk is unwilling."
He turned and left.
Shen Zhiyi watched his retreating figure without lingering.
Once he had completely disappeared from sight, Chen Bi asked softly, "Miss, what should we do now?"
"No rush." Shen Zhiyi's lips curled slightly.
If he agreed so easily, those people wouldn't have returned empty-handed in the past.
The fact that he was willing to come here means that she still has hope.
She picked up a piece of licorice, pressed it under her tongue, tilted her head back, and drank the black liquid in one gulp.
His brow furrowed for only a moment before quickly relaxing.
Shen Zhiyi looked at the empty soup bowl, her expression shifting slightly.
Sure enough... it's not bitter anymore.
*
The next day, Shen Zhiyi got up very early.
Yan Zhuoxu's medicine was indeed very effective. She not only slept well, but her strength also recovered somewhat.
Shen Bi came in from outside.
"Miss, I have already inquired. Master Kongchen is currently alone and sitting in his meditation room."
Shen Zhiyi nodded.
"Have you brought the osmanthus flowers I requested?"
Shen Bi brought a basket of flowers to her, saying, "There are several osmanthus trees in the temple. I went out for a walk and got this many."
Shen Zhiyi picked up the flower basket and blinked lightly.
"Since the master has helped me so much, I should naturally thank him properly." As if she had thought of something, she took out a silk handkerchief and separated a few flower petals.
"Take these, wash them, and make a shallow bowl incense holder."
"Find out the incense sticks we brought, and then spread these osmanthus flowers at the bottom of the bowl and take it to the front hall for offering." She instructed, "Remember, give it to the young novice monk who helped us yesterday."
Shen Bi memorized everything and left with the flower petals.
When she returned, Shen Zhiyi had already borrowed the temple's small kitchen to cook a pot of sweet soup and put a bowl of it in a food box.
Shen Bi was somewhat puzzled.
"If Miss wishes to give Master Kongchen something, why not find something unique and special?"
Why look for the osmanthus trees that can be seen everywhere in this temple?
Shen Zhiyi picked up the food box and smiled, "It's good that it's readily available everywhere."
“We won’t be staying here for long. If we bring osmanthus flowers or something related to osmanthus every time we appear, Master Kongchen will naturally remember us.”
"When he sees osmanthus flowers, he will think of me."
"They can be seen everywhere in the temple, so wouldn't they be thinking of me all the time?"
Shen Bi sighed in admiration, "Miss's insight is brilliant."
"But why send that young monk away?"
Shen Zhiyi lifted her skirt and walked out.
“Master Kongchen is very wary. If we give it to him alone, he will definitely suspect our true intentions.”
"On the contrary, they will hurry us down the mountain."
Moreover, she had another motive.
Shen Zhiyi's eyes flickered, but she did not explain further to Shen Bi.
Soon, they arrived at Yan Zhuoxu's meditation room.
Shen Zhiyi stood outside the door and looked at the sun.
When the time was almost up, guessing that Yan Zhuoxu had finished his meditation, he raised his hand to knock on the door.
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