Yunlong Temple

When Gu Zhian saw Master Kongyuan, he was having lunch classes in the meditation room. There was a big bulge on his originally smooth head, which was very eye-catching.

Gu Zhian quietly sat down in a corner of the meditation room, planning to wait until Master Kongyuan finished his lunch class.

After a while, the door of the Zen room opened again. Between the light and shadow, Chu Yuanyan, wearing a green and amber embroidered cloud pattern robe, walked in. His figure was as tall and tall as a jade bamboo on a green mountain, and he looked at her from the side.

There was obvious joy in his eyes, and he strode forward immediately.

Gu Zhian made a 'hush' gesture towards him, signaling him not to disturb Master Kongyuan's morning class.

There were two young monks and a young novice monk who shared the morning class with Master Kongyuan. Master Kongyuan would not be disturbed by external factors. Whether it was the sound of reciting scriptures or the movement of knocking wooden fish with his hands, there was never any pause.

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The two young monks and the young novice did not have such a character, especially the young novice. When Gu Zhian came in, he had already begun to be distracted. From time to time, he cast curious glances at Gu Zhian, and in his daze, he either read the wrong scriptures or knocked on the key.

Wrong wooden fish.

When Chu Yuanyan came in, the little novice became more and more absent-minded, and his curious eyes kept flicking back and forth between the two of them.

I don't know when the afternoon class will end. Chu Yuanyan is anxious to know Jing'er's condition. Although Lu Ziqi reported to him that he was safe, he didn't see it with his own eyes after all, so he was always thinking about it.

He held Gu Zhian's hand, pulled her up with a little force, and dragged her out.

The two of them left the Zen room and stopped in a deserted corner.

"Jing'er is awake." Gu Zhian said without waiting for Chu Yuanyan to ask.

Chu Yuanyan looked at the tired-looking Gu Zhian, and when he thought of what Lu Ziqi said in the letter, his heart felt as if someone was strangling him tightly. He was so painful that he couldn't breathe. He wanted to smooth the wrinkles between her eyebrows and wipe away her eyes.

He felt deeply sad, but he could do nothing at this time. "It will be good when you wake up. Leave the rest to me. Have a good rest when you go back. Jing'er is still sick, so you can't fall down."

Gu Zhian smiled, his eyes aching.

Even when she smiled, the wrinkles between her brows did not smooth out, which showed that these comforting words could not comfort even herself.

"What about you? How are you now? Are you still so unlucky?" Gu Zhian asked.

Chu Yuanyan thought about how smoothly he had come all the way here, and nodded, "It's okay."

Gu Zhian said: "Don't be careless. Bad luck is different from bad luck. It can easily lead to life or death."

"Yes." He responded softly, but finally couldn't hold it back. He stretched out his long arms to take her into his arms, and murmured softly, "I didn't protect Jing'er well, I'm sorry."

Gu Zhi'an nestled in his arms and shook his head after hearing this, "It has nothing to do with you. Wu Chenzi has been targeting me from the beginning. It was my carelessness and failure to eradicate the root cause. It was me who caused Jing'er's trouble."

From the first day she entered this world, she was the prey in Wuchenzi's eyes, and it never changed.

Five years ago, when she was on the verge of life and death, it was the monks of Wanfo Temple who saved her and took the opportunity to crush Wuchenzi to death with their backlash.

Unexpectedly, the centipede insect died but did not freeze, and Wuchenzi did not die. It came back five years later and harmed Jing'er.

God knows how much she regrets it.

If she could have completely killed Wu Chenzi five years ago, where would these troubles have come from?

By the way, Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

Thinking of Master Jiyuan's unique wisdom and Buddhist power, if Yunlong Temple doesn't have what she wants, she might go to Wanfo Temple.

Chu Yuanyan knew nothing about Wuchenzi. He felt that he might know something, but he had lost that part of his memory.

At this time, the door of the Zen room not far away opened, and Master Kongyuan came out, followed by two young monks and the young novice monk.

Gu Zhian hurriedly broke away from Chu Yuanyan's arms, turned around and walked quickly towards Master Kongyuan, took off the cloth bag on his back and handed it to him respectfully.
Chapter completed!