Farmer's Manor Fish and Rice Fragrance

Chapter 82 How lucky to meet you (1)
"Okay! Living Buddha, please forgive me! I will change my mind and start a new life!" The leader knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Let's go." Miaoyin sighed.After the leader was sure that he was going to let him go, he scrambled and fled out of the courtyard.

"He's still a leader, he doesn't have the aura of a bandit." Qianxi snorted coldly with contempt.

Miaoyin's complexion sank, and she turned her head and quickly rushed to the abbot's side.

Qianxi was startled, and quickly followed.

Miaoyin had a serious and solemn face, without saying a word, and slowly picked up the abbot.

Half an hour later, a pile of dry firewood ignited a raging fire on a geomantic land on the top of the mountain. The abbot's body was in the middle and was quickly submerged by the fire.

For a long time, Miaoyin knelt in the same place without moving, expressionless.

Its daybreak.

Qianxi stood up from behind him tiredly, patted his shoulder with one hand, and comforted him: "Don't be sad, the abbot is merciful all his life, and he will go to see the Buddha."

Miaoyin didn't respond.

Qianxi looked at him quietly, he didn't cry, but that empty expression was more uncomfortable than crying.

"I'm sorry, if I had listened to you earlier and escaped by myself, you would not have helped the abbot get stabbed because of me being injured." Qianxi choked up and said, tears streaming out of remorse.

"It has nothing to do with you." Miaoyin said hoarsely, "Don't blame yourself."

Qianxi sighed, wiped away her tears, and said rationally: "It's dawn, let's go."

Miaoyin turned her head, her eyebrows slightly frowned, "I don't know about Sang Qiu and the other monks, they are fine."

"They all escaped. The purpose of these bandits is to steal money, not kill people, so they shouldn't be killed."

"But Sang Qiu was injured..." Miaoyin said worriedly and stood up, looking down the mountain. "I have to go find him."

"But you are also injured, let me bandage it for you first." Qianxi looked at his arm, from the shoulder to the back, there was a big cut, blood and clothes stuck together, it would definitely leave a terrible scar Scarred.

Miaoyin frowned, and looked back at his wound, as if he remembered his injury now, and his face turned pale. He hugged his arm, without being paranoid, and said calmly, "Go back to the temple first, and deal with the wound."

"Okay." Qianxi nodded repeatedly.

Miaoyin turned her head, silently took one more look at the burning piece of ashes, turned around, and resolutely went down the mountain.

Back at the monastery, Miaoyin insisted on bandaging the wound on Qianxi's hand with medicine first, before treating her own. The wound was bloody and bloody, and it was very troublesome to deal with. Tossing.

He didn't let Qianxi into his room, so Qianxi had to wait outside the door and asked anxiously: "Master Miaoyin, can you do it alone! Let me do it!"

"No need." Miaoyin said in a deep voice.

"Didn't your monks say that all four things are empty? And it's not a key part, it doesn't matter!" Qianxi tried to persuade him, "Close your eyes later, can I just look at the wound?"

"But you can't." Someone was still awkward.

Qianxi rolled her eyes, and her front foot had already stepped into the door.

Immediately, a good view of the house.

At this moment, the world was quiet and time stopped, she seemed to have suddenly lost the ability to think, she was extremely confused, as if she had suddenly fallen into another time and space, but she was very happy and peaceful.

In this way, she seemed to have been emptied of the functions of her limbs, forgetting Jinxi Hexi, and staring at the people in the room without moving her eyes or blinking.

The person sitting cross-legged on the bed is like an orchid in an empty valley, peaceful and fragile.His monk's robe retreated to his waist, and the exposed shoulders and collarbone were exquisite and round, or because of the pain, a thin layer of sweat oozes out, showing some pink color, but it does not look feminine at all, but more pure and holy.His face is expressionless, his eyelids are slightly closed, like a clear face that has been sleeping for thousands of years, without joy or worry, his brows are serene, and thin beads of sweat are stained on his long eyelashes, like bright rhinestones inlaid on black. On the feather fan, it is indescribably elegant and pleasant.

His lips were slightly pale, not only not obtrusive, but added a morbid and weak beauty.There was a trace of blood on his shoulders, not only did not destroy his holiness, but deepened his incomplete and poignant beauty.

Miaoyin is really as beautiful as his name, beautiful like a flower, like a painting, like a dream, like a fairy.

Living Buddha, a living Buddha in the world.Perhaps, he is really a Buddha immortal in the world, independent of the world, untainted by the world, holy, noble, and elegant.

All the jade and colored glaze in the world, all the green cypresses and red lotuses in the world are not as noble and flawless as his.Clear but not bland, colorful but not coquettish, he is like the essence of all the good things in the world.She was attracted by him and reluctant to take a step away, but felt that taking a step closer would be a blasphemy against him.

There must be something or someone in the world that you simply love and don't want greedily, but you can't resist his charm.That may be the highest state of "appreciation".So she just stood there in a daze, waiting for the sky to grow old, the sea to dry up.

Until, he slowly trembled his lower eyelashes, and raised his eyes faintly.

The spring-like eyes are as bright as the stars, awakening her intoxicated heart, Qianxi suddenly shuddered, her thoughts returned, she panicked immediately, her face flushed, "Uh...yes, sorry...I didn't expect..."Suddenly Realizing that explaining is covering up, he wanted to turn around and run away but thought that he was bandaging for him, so he was entangled between leaving and staying and couldn't stop at all.

Shock and astonishment appeared in Miaoyin's pure eyes. Because she was too focused on the wound, she didn't hear the sound of her coming in. She didn't expect that when she opened her eyes, she met her obsessive eyes, and immediately lost her response. His ability was actually dull for a few seconds before he pulled up his clothes in a panic.

Qianxi turned her back fiercely, her teeth were chattering, "I... I didn't want to peek at you, I just forgot your injury... Oh, all four things are empty, I was too surprised to... ..."

"Come here." Miaoyin's voice was unbelievably calm. After a brief panic, he immediately remembered his identity, and his mind was as calm as water.When Qianxi looked back in surprise, he turned around calmly and gave her a smooth back. "Miss Qianxi, please help me clean the wound."

Now there is no one else around, the wound has been dragging on for a long time, the pain is so numb, and it hurts his vitality even more, if he doesn't bandage it quickly, he won't even have the strength to find Sang Qiu, and it's impossible not to ask Qianxi for help, let alone a monk, the color is empty.

At this time, Qianxi was still in shock. After half a month of getting along with him, she thought that she could be immune to his handsome, friendless face every day. In the past, he always looked serious, with a Buddhist aura all over his body. Looking at it from a distance, I didn't expect the half-clothes clothes to be so tempting to imagine, and it made her lose her composure for a while, she was really ashamed.

(End of this chapter)