Li Yi called hundreds of people down and began a carpet-like search at the bottom of the cliff day and night.

However, Yan Zhihuai really seemed to have disappeared from the world.

He couldn't be found at all.

"Fang Ti, why don't you take a break and sit down to eat something?"

Zheng Jiinger looked at Fang Ti's slender back with worry in his eyes.

After learning that Yan Zhihuai's whereabouts were unknown after falling off a cliff, Li Yangchen felt worried and anxious. He insisted on coming to find someone, and Zheng Jiinger came with him.

The search had lasted for two days and two nights. During the process, others, including herself, would stop and rest more or less, but Fang Ti had become a perpetual motion machine with no intention of stopping.

She had not slept for two days and two nights, and had not even eaten a morsel of food, only drinking some water.

She looked very haggard at the moment, her chapped lips had no color at all, and her whole person looked extremely fragile and sick. Especially she was dragging an injured leg and kept walking around. Zheng Jiur'er

I'm really worried.

But before Yan Zhihuai was found, she fell down first!

"I'm fine."

Fang Ti's eyes were bloodshot, and she raised her head to look around as she walked.

If Yanzhihuai can't be found, she won't give up.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade her, Zheng Jiong had no choice but to follow her.

However, just after taking a few steps, she found that Fang Ti in front of her suddenly stopped, her body swayed a few times, and she suddenly fell back.

"Fang Ti!"

Zheng Jiong'er's expression changed, and he hurriedly rushed forward, reaching out to catch Fang Ti's fallen body.

People who were searching seriously in other places heard her cry and gathered around her.

…

Yuquan Temple.

Fuchen sat cross-legged on the futon in front of the golden Buddha statue, with his hands clasped together, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly opening and closing, and he was reciting scriptures immersedly.

If an expert listens carefully, he will find that what he is reciting is the Purana Sutra.

"Master! Master! Master, where are you?"

A clear and translucent voice drifted in from outside the courtyard, instantly breaking the silence and solemnity of the hall.

The little novice monk standing in a corner of the hall frowned subconsciously.

However, after thinking about who the owner of this voice was, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he closed his eyes and continued to chant.

A few seconds later, a young novice monk with fine features crossed the threshold and ran in.

He looks very young, just a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. The most outstanding thing about him is his pair of crystal clear sky blue eyes.

The little novice monk searched around the hall. When he saw the figure in front of the Buddha statue, he immediately grinned with a pure smile and ran towards the whisk, "Master, Ruoquan is back!"

Fuchen slowly opened his eyes, turned around, and lowered his eyes to look at the little novice monk who was approaching him.

His eyes were gentle, he wiped the dirty mud on the little novice's face with his long sleeve, and asked softly, "Where has Ruoquan been playing in the past two days?"

Ruoquan burst out laughing and gestured with him with both hands: "The flowers at the bottom of the mountain are all blooming, so beautiful! Ruoquan picked flowers for Master!"

After saying that, he got up from the ground and ran out again.

After a while, I saw him coming back with a bunch of wild flowers in his hand.

"Huahua, give it to Master!" He handed the wild flowers to Fuchen, and then looked at him with two blue eyes, as if waiting for his appreciation.

Whisk took the wild flowers, sniffed them, and said with a gentle smile, "The flowers are beautiful and fragrant. Thank you Ruoquan."

"Oh oh oh! Master likes Huahua! Ruoquan also likes Huahua! Ruoquan likes Master the most!"

After being praised by the master as he wished, Ruoquan happily got up and danced on the spot, without realizing at all that this was a solemn and holy Buddhist temple.

The little novice monk on the side saw his silly look and his temples jumped hard several times.

But he glanced at the whisk, and saw that the master had a gentle smile on his lips, looking at the fool with a loving look on his face, and did not think there was anything wrong with his behavior.

Forget it, even Master doesn’t care, what else can he say?

The little novice closed his eyes resignedly.

In fact, Ruoquan's innocent and reckless temperament is not without merit.

Disciples like them are accustomed to following rules and would never dare to enter or leave Fuchen's room without his permission.

Only those who are as innocent and simple as Ruoquan can behave themselves without any rules and walk in and out of Master's room with a carefree attitude.

Two days ago, Master was tied up in the meditation room by gangsters, and a terrifying time bomb was set up. If Ruoquan, a little fool, hadn't broken in unintentionally, Master might have been in trouble this time!

Therefore, although I usually dislike this little fool, for the sake of him saving Master's life, I will force myself to be nice to him in the future!

After some self-coaching, the little novice monk opened his eyes and saw Ruoquan suddenly remembering something important. He grabbed the whisk's arm and pulled him up, "Master, I also picked up a really big guy.

! It was still moving at first, but now it can’t move anymore. I don’t know if it’s dead! Master, please help Ruoquan take a look!"

Fu Chen didn't think much about it, thinking that the big thing he was talking about was just a wild animal like a small bird or rabbit.

Ruoquan has a lively temperament. He doesn't like to chant sutras and listen to lectures. He likes to play around in the mountains and fields. Occasionally, he will pick up some injured animals and ask him for help in treating them.


Chapter completed!