disguised holy monk

It has been a day and a night since the time of withdrawing from the top of the snow-capped mountain, and Yue Quietly led a group of seriously injured people not far away, so they could only stay in a small village at the foot of the mountain.

The house is a wooden stilted building that the Xiyi people used to live in. It is built on the hillside and hung high above the ground, which can not only ensure dryness and ventilation, but also prevent poisonous insects, snakes and ants.

At this time, the morning light, with warmth, shone into the house through the wooden window bars and fell on the simple wooden bed.

Xuan Qing, who was dressed in a white monk's robe, had a handsome and peaceful face, even in a coma, his posture was still upright.

After a while, his eyelashes as black as crow feathers trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

It was as if a gleam of light had fallen into the lake surface, causing ripples and ripples, which made the person who had been paying attention to him uncontrollably excited.

"Master, you're awake." Yue quietly half-sat on the side of the bed and asked repeatedly, "But what's wrong?"

Xuan Qing just woke up and seemed to be a little confused, with clear black and white eyes, staring at Yue quietly, "Master Yue? Why are you here? Where are the others?"

As he spoke, he gradually remembered that they were clearly still on the snow mountain before, and for a while he struggled to sit up and wanted to see other people.

"Don't move, they're fine!" Yue Jing hurriedly held him down, "They were also injured, they went to rest."

Jiang Qimo dragged his seriously injured body and insisted on prescribing the medicine for Xuanqing before passing out. Bai Muzhi and Wu Yuan were also seriously injured, but they still insisted on confirming that Xuanqing was safe and then went down to rest.Wu Xin guarded him all night and fell asleep just before.

As she spoke, she turned and poured him a cup of tea.After sleeping for a day and a night, Xuan Qing's voice was hoarse.

After listening to Yue Quietly's explanation, Xuan Qing was relieved, his mind was clear and his mood was calm.

"Drink some tea to soothe your throat. Drink the medicine after eating something later." Yue said softly.

At this time, she was gentle like never before, but the only observer didn't notice it.

Xuan Qing half sat up, and slowly leaned against the bed to take the tea, "There is a benefactor of Laoyue."

Yue quietly shook his head, and when he finished drinking the tea, he took the teacup and put it aside.

She had already ordered someone to prepare food, so not long after Xuan woke up, the maid who looked like a man had already put the hot rice porridge aside.

"Master just woke up, and his internal injuries haven't healed yet, so we can only use some porridge first..." She brought it to the bedside as she spoke.

Xuan Qing calmed down at this moment but remembered something, he looked at Yue Qingran.

Her long black hair was tied into braids, decorated with colorful bead chains, and she was wearing a scarlet skirt, like a hot fire.

But at this time, it was probably because she hadn't slept all night, her eyes were slightly weak, her face was a little tired, and the worry in her eyes made the previous coquettish and wanton a bit less.

Seeing Xuan Qing staring at her in a daze, Yue Qiao's heart skipped a beat, her white earlobes warmed up, and she forced herself to calmly ask, "Master, what's wrong?"

Xuanqing clasped his hands together and sighed, "The Lord Moon saved the poor monk again."

Yue Quietly was stunned when she heard the words, why did she save him again?In the past, he was the one who saved her...

But the other party looked at her in a daze, which made her a little bit happy, and coughed twice, "I received a letter from my sister-in-law. I intended to pick her up, but I didn't expect to meet you, so I It's just a smooth move, but it can't be regarded as saving you..."

Speaking of which, thinking of Yue Shuying's death, she couldn't help feeling a little bit sad.

She had already heard Wu Xin say about Yue Shuying's death in the snow cave. Her aunt was so devoted to that man. Ever since the man died, she seemed to have been possessed by a demon, and she would do anything insane.Sleeping in a snow cave together now is another way to live forever.

"Amitabha." Xuan Qing chanted the Buddha's name for Yue Shuying, but what he wanted to say was another matter, "The benefactor of Yueshuying told the poor monk about the love gu..."

Yue Quietly was stunned when she heard the words, and stared at him with wide eyes, what does he mean?Her heart beat faster for a moment.

When he was in the snow mountain, Yue Shuying had already revealed the matter of love Gu, and with Xuan Qing's character, he would definitely keep this matter in his heart, if he pretended not to know at this time, he would be ruined.

He has dark eyebrows and bright eyes like stars, but there is a sense of shame between his eyebrows, "I know that the benefactor of Yueyue must have left this thing in the body of the poor monk in desperation to save people, but this thing is so precious, the poor monk must It must be returned to the benefactor."

To return it to her... He is not willing to take advantage of others at all, and he is not willing to get involved with her at all...

Yue Qingran's slight joy just now because the other party was staring at her in a daze, disappeared without a trace in an instant.

However, this is Xuan Qing. I have long thought that if he knew the truth of the matter, how could he accept it with peace of mind.

Yue quietly paused, her expression had returned to her usual arrogant appearance, and she said with a smile: "I am nothing, am I just a bug? I will never like anyone in my life, and I am not going to marry you." People, this thing will only be a burden to me. Besides, master, if you take it out now, it will be a dead thing, and I won’t be able to use it anymore, so it will only be a waste of this thing.”

As she spoke, she glanced at Xuanqing, and said indifferently, "So don't give it to me."

"This..." Xuan Qing fell into a dilemma for a moment.

If this Gu stays in his body for the rest of his life, then there will be a relationship between him and Yue Qingran for the rest of his life.

After a long while, Xuanqing's eyebrows gradually became firm, and his black eyes became clear, "This thing still needs to be returned to the benefactor of the moon, and the poor monk will always think of a way."

Yue Quietly squeezed her fingers secretly, forced the corners of her mouth, "Then come to me after you think of a way."

"Okay, let's eat something." Yue quietly said and passed the porridge in his hand, obviously not wanting to mention this matter again.

Xuan Qing was helpless, he was not happy about returning things to others, it was too difficult.

……

After finishing the porridge, the others hurried over as soon as they knew Xuan was awake.

Wuxin ran the fastest, and half threw herself in front of the bed, her eyes flushed, "Uncle! Fortunately you woke up, if something really happened, how can I explain to the master and junior brothers in the monastery..."

Xuan Qing's complexion is much better at this time, although he is still a little pale, but compared to yesterday's pale and lifeless face, it is much more reassuring.

He smiled slightly, raised his hand and patted Wuxin's shoulder, and said softly: "I'm fine, I'm used to such internal injuries..."

He was fine, but he got used to pretending.

"Habits? You should be glad that you were buried in ice and snow this time. The extremely low temperature didn't let the internal force in your body rush into your heart veins, otherwise you would have exploded and died!" Jiang Qimo's cold voice was filled with irrepressible Anger, but the movement of feeling the pulse after approaching was very gentle.

Bai Muzhi and Wu Yuan, who came in hurriedly, felt guilty again when they heard this. If it wasn't for saving them, Master Xuanqing would not have suffered such a painful disaster. Fortunately, the Buddha has blessed him, and the other party has now woken up safely.

Xuan Qing looked at the group of people whose injuries were still not fully healed, Wu Yuan's severed arm was tightly covered, Jiang Qimo's eyes were also black and blue, and there were still unhealed scars on his face as cold as ice.

He smiled and sighed, "People have life and death, and things are impermanent; don't do evil and do good. The life and death of a poor monk is really nothing."

Seeing his star-like indifferent appearance, everyone was startled, what else could they say, this man's heart has long since put life and death aside, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to his Buddha.

After Xuan Qing sat down on his avatar satisfactorily, he suddenly remembered the child who was carried out before he fell into a coma, and couldn't help but look around, but he didn't see anyone, so he asked worriedly, "Where is Yaozhi?"