Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

Chen Ziqian let out a short sneer from his nostrils, "In that case, then if you leave, don't come back again."

After saying that, he turned the wheelchair and crossed Kongxuan and left Jinyuan without looking back.

Kong Xuan stood there, suddenly feeling a little stuffy in his heart.

Mr. Chen seemed to be angry, but he didn’t say anything irritating!

Also, this was Mr. Chen's home originally, and he was only staying temporarily. Since Mr. Chen said he wouldn't be allowed to come back, then he... wouldn't come back.

Kong Xuan stood there and took a few deep breaths before walking out with his bag on his back.

When he passed through a round arch, he was suddenly grabbed by the wrist. Before he could see who it was, the person pulled him into his arms with a sudden force.

"Chen, Mr. Chen?" His eyes widened, looking at the face so close, and his heart began to beat uncontrollably again.

He struggled subconsciously and leaned back, trying to stand up.

Chen Ziqian looked at him coldly, eager to stay away from him, and his fingers suddenly relaxed.

Chen Ziqian let go so suddenly that Kong Xuan lost all his strength for a moment, and ended up sitting down on the ground paved with bluestone slabs.

"Ouch~" He rubbed his butt, thinking why the ground here was harder than the ground they had at Fuyunguan.

"Does it hurt?" Chen Ziqian's voice suddenly came from above his head.

As soon as Kong Xuan raised his head, he met a pair of glazed eyes with complicated emotions.

He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Chen Ziqian asked again: "Are you Taoist priests in Fuyun Temple not allowed to get married?"

"Ah?" Kong Xuan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "Yes, you can get married as long as you return to the secular world. One of my uncles got married after returning to the secular world."

"how about you?"

"Me?" Kong Xuan blinked, his eyes full of confusion, not understanding what Chen Ziqian was referring to.

"I mean, if you find a girl you like, will you return to secular life and marry her?"

Kong Xuan suddenly blushed and scratched his head in embarrassment, "My master said that with a slow temper like mine, any girl who follows me will suffer eight lifetimes of bad luck. I don't want to hurt other girls, so I never I have never considered returning to secular life.”

After saying that, he planned to get up from the ground, but Chen Ziqian reached out and held his shoulders, and his head dropped lower.

It was so low that when he raised his head, he could touch the tip of Chen Ziqian's nose.

He didn't dare to move, and even held his breath.

Chen Ziqian's gentle voice sounded in my ears again: "Then if Miss Wen says that she likes you and wants you to marry her, will you return to secular life for her?"

His eyes widened suddenly, "Wen, why does Miss Wen like me?"

"That's not the point. Answer my question," Chen Ziqian patiently repeated it in his ear, "If she says she likes you, will you marry her so that she can return to secular life?"

"I...I don't know."

After hearing this answer, Chen Ziqian's finger on Kong Xuan's shoulder slowly moved to Kong Xuan's chin, then pinched it, gently raised Kong Xuan's head, and looked at each other, "What don't you know? You don't know yourself. Will you do this? Still don’t know what you like?”

Kong Xuan opened his eyes wide, but his gaze fell from Chen Ziqian's eyes to the plump lips. He didn't hear what Chen Ziqian said at all, he only heard the thunderous sound of his own heartbeat.

Then, he swallowed.

"Why don't you speak?"

Kong Xuan finally came back to his senses, "I...what did I say?"

Looking at Kong Xuan's silly look, Chen Ziqian suddenly laughed. He released the fingers that were holding Kong Xuan's chin, raised his head and sat in the wheelchair and laughed, as if he suddenly figured out something. Feeling extremely comfortable.

Kong Xuan didn't know what the situation was now, so he could only get up from the ground, and then patted the dust on his butt and baggage.

"Kong Xuan, let me teach you!" Chen Ziqian stopped laughing and looked up at Kong Xuan.

"What do you want to teach me?"

Chen Ziqian raised the corners of his lips and said warmly: "I will teach you what liking is and how to like people. You don't have to listen to Lin Shuyang and go to Pingle Dance Hall. When the time comes, I can tell you the answer you want. "

……

Ci'en Temple.

Lin Shuyang followed Mrs. Rong and respectfully offered incense to the Buddha statue.

The Ci'en Temple looks small from the outside and can only be regarded as a small temple, but the Buddha statue in the front hall is not small.

The three-meter-tall golden body looks majestic, with a pair of compassionate eyes looking into the distance compassionately, as if it can really save all sentient beings.

He handed the roll of small-denomination banknotes he brought to the young monk, saying it was for incense money. The young monk couldn't tell how much money the roll of banknotes contained, but he thought it must be quite a lot, and the smile at the corner of his mouth almost made him smile. Can't live.

But he still endured the joy in his heart and said some superficial words such as "the donor is compassionate" and "the Buddha will bless me", and then ran to the back hall in a hurry.

Mrs. Rong stood up from the futon, clasped her hands and bowed devoutly three times, and then turned her head and spoke: "Shu Yang, I will go to the quiet room behind to chant sutras with the abbot and the young masters later. Do you want to Don’t you want to come with me?”

Lin Shuyang shook his head quickly, "Reciting sutras... I won't go. I want to walk around here. When will you be reciting, I will wait for you in the car."

Mrs. Rong smiled: "I'm just asking casually. I know that you young people don't like chanting sutras. It scares you. Then you'd better find a little master to lead you later and take a look at it slowly. I'll probably It will come out in an hour, so don’t be in a hurry.”

"...Well, I understand."

As soon as Mrs. Rong left, the young monk who had received her incense money trotted over. He slowed down when he was almost in front of him. Then he clasped his hands and recited a Buddhist chant, "Amitabha, donor, my master knows that you are here. I specially asked you to come and sit in the Zen Temple and drink a cup of tea."

"Your master?" Lin Shuyang sighed inwardly. He just donated money for incense and was invited to drink tea. It seems that no matter where he is, he must be rich!

The young monk nodded, "My master's name is Wuming. Please come with me, donor."

nameless......

What a coincidence, he also wanted to meet this unknown master!

“I’d like to help you, little master, to lead the way.”

After bypassing the Buddha statue, Lin Shuyang followed the young monk to the back hall. It was different from what he imagined. Ci'en Temple looked small from the outside, but there was a universe inside.

But most of the rooms here are empty and there are too few pilgrims.

The young monk led him for about ten minutes before arriving at the gate of a courtyard. "Donor, my master is inside. You can see him as soon as you enter."