Shen Zhiyi placed the Buddhist scriptures on the table.
He turned around and said earnestly, "Master and I are completely innocent. Since our minds are at peace, why bother with these formalities?"
"You went up the mountain to gather herbs for me today, but in the end, this injury is also caused by me."
"I can't feel at ease if I don't help you apply the medicine."
"To a master, the mortal body is nothing more than a shell. Would you really have other thoughts and turn your back on Buddha just because I applied medicine for you?"
Yan Zhuoxu pursed his lips and subconsciously said, "Of course not."
"Then what is the master afraid of?" Shen Zhiyi stepped forward, her eyes gentle and clear. "It's just applying medicine."
Yan Zhuoxu remained silent for a moment.
Turning my head, I looked at the ever-burning lamp not far away.
He loosened his grip on the door frame, his long arm drooped down, and he closed his eyes resignedly.
He walked to the prayer mat and sat cross-legged.
He removed his monk's robe and gathered his long hair to the side, revealing the hideous bloodstains on his back.
Shen Zhiyi's eyelids twitched.
It's that serious.
Tears welled up in her eyes. "The master said it wasn't serious. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have been fooled by you."
Yan Zhuoxu lowered his eyes, his profile appearing even more profound in the lamplight.
"Monks do not lie."
"This injury is really nothing to this humble monk."
Shen Zhiyi poured the medicine onto a silk handkerchief and gently pressed it onto the bloodstains.
He genuinely wanted to help her.
She genuinely wanted to get close to him.
The Five Precepts of Buddhism.
Do not kill, do not steal, do not commit adultery, do not lie, and do not drink alcohol.
If you want to drag him down into the mortal world, you must break through all obstacles one by one.
Shen Zhiyi's eyes flickered slightly.
She leaned down, her red lips close, and gently blew on the wound.
Yan Zhuoxu's back stiffened instantly.
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