Quick Transmigration: White Moonlight Self-Rescue Guide

Qi Hsinchu is actually not used to being so fragile now, but it is different from every other world. This body is really just an empty shell, and his life is slowly passing by at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He felt that the sun outside was poisonous all day long, he didn't go out, and he didn't even see Zhao Mingjing's face, but at dusk, he felt cold all over his body, the dull pain in his joints was especially obvious, his whole body seemed to be in a pond Just like it was picked up.

It just so happened that Fuzi was sent to work by him now, and he would not be able to come back for a while. Qi Xinzhu coughed violently, accompanied by heavy gasps in the middle. He wanted to get up to get the medicine, but felt that his limbs were as heavy as lead. Incomparable.

It happened that there was a calm and regular knock on the wooden door, just like him.

He lay down on the table and called in with a hoarse voice.

This is what Zhao Mingjing saw when he came in. The beautiful national teacher in white was lying on the table with his hair loose, and his long sleeved robes meandered down to the brown ground. The person who had always been high above was frowning in pain, trying to reach out to him for help. , Said: "Medicine, help me get the medicine."

"He is in pain." These words suddenly appeared in Zhao Mingjing's heart, yes, can it not be painful?Frowning and weakness are typical manifestations of pain.

But what does it have to do with him?Zhao Mingjing only glanced at it and then lowered his eyes indifferently. He was carrying a food box in his hand, and he was here to deliver food to him.

He didn't seem to have Qi Hsinchu in his eyes, he walked to the top of the table as if there was no one there, and took out all the food in an orderly manner.

Although it is said to be a vegetarian meal, it is for the master of the state to eat after all. It can be seen that the kitchen has put a lot of thought into it, trying to make it at least look good.

Zhao Mingjing watched them cook every dish in a meaty way, but unfortunately every dish was not meaty.

Qi Xinzhu's eyes were a little blurry, but of course he could tell who came in.

His chest was roaring impetuously, his whole body seemed to have no core, and his arms were trembling.

He was still whispering, "Help me get the medicine."

Zhao Mingjing acted as if he hadn't heard of it, and was extremely indifferent. He set the meal and even said something to him before leaving.

Qi Hsinchu was a little confused, it was probably 'National Teacher take it easy' or 'National Teacher take a good rest'.

He didn't know, he only knew that in the end he went to the cabinet and found the medicine for calming the nerves and reassuring himself.

Along the way, Quan cursed Zhao Mingjing in his heart, if he wasn't the object of his mission, he would have killed him countless times.

I have been so courteous for so many days, but at that time just now, he was not even willing to help him get a single medicine. He really regarded himself as a dead person.

When Fuzi came back from cleaning the outside yard, he was still smiling. It seemed that he really didn't know anything.

Fuzi vaguely felt that his master's expression was not quite right. Seeing the mess in the room, he suddenly thought of something and slapped his head heavily.

He leaned over and said worriedly: "Master, it must be an old problem just now."

Otherwise, with my master's personality, there's no reason to make myself so embarrassed.

Qi Xinzhu held a cup of cool tea in his hand, and nodded angrily.

Fuzi seemed to have lost his mother all of a sudden, and circled around him several times, with an extremely worried look on his face, "Are you all right? Are you okay now? Have you taken your medicine? I'll get you a doctor to take a look." .”

Qi Hsinchu stretched out his hand to push him away, his expression eased, and he said, "I've taken the medicine myself, go and heat up the food."

Even if a miracle doctor is alive, his body will not be of much use. As long as he survives the violent attack, he will not be much different from ordinary people with weaker constitutions.

He also had no appetite to eat, and all the food ended up in Fuzi's stomach. Qi Xinzhu only asked Fuzi to get him some hot water, and he took a good bath to wash off all the sweat stains on his body.

However, although the huge wooden barrel bath is also very comfortable, but after all, it is a constant temperature bathtub that makes people miss the modern society.

On the next day, Qi Hsinchu didn't intend to get up early, but was still woken up by the bustling voices of the crowd.

There seemed to be a lot of people walking up and down his door, and two groups of people were arguing endlessly.

Qi Xinzhu simply got up, put on a simple robe and went out.

When everyone saw him, they realized whether they had disturbed his sleep.

Of course, it was impossible for Qi Xinzhu to say it directly. He shook his head with a false and gentle smile on the corner of his lips, and asked, "I got up early too, but I just heard the noise here. What happened?"

As soon as he walked over, he saw that the person in the storm circle was Zhao Mingjing.

The so-called two groups of people were nothing but Zhao Mingjing and the only other woman who was willing to speak for him. She looked young, but she was quick-spoken, and she seemed to be arguing with ten people by herself.

A man with a shrewd appearance said first that Qi Hsinchu actually knew him. It was Pu Hui who had handed over all the dirty work to Zhao Mingjing before. I don't like it either.

But now he didn't look at Zhao Mingjing, but listened to Pu Hui with kind eyes.

Pu Hui said: "Today is the day of cleaning the whole temple. Everyone needs to clean their rooms and temples as clean as a bright platform. But just now I found out that the act of purifying the heart was sneaky. It was found in his room that he hid weapons, and it is clearly forbidden to bring these things into this temple."

He completely omitted how he entered other people's rooms and found things.

But the matter is very clear, no one in this temple will believe Zhao Mingjing, even if there is that little nun, no matter how fiercely she quarrels, it will not help.

Obviously, the abbot believed it, he let out a sigh: "Kneel down."

Zhao Mingjing suddenly raised his eyes to meet his eyes, the inside was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, as if all the treatment he received was unarguable, and the person in it was not him.

Surrounded by a group of people, most of them have no stand, their purpose is just to watch the fun, after all, the peaceful days in the temple need one or two clowns for people to have fun.

What happened yesterday is still vivid in Qi Xinzhu's throat. Even if he doesn't hate him, he shouldn't feel sympathy for him now.

But he just felt that everything should not be so hasty. Standing beside Zhao Mingjing, watching him being criticized by thousands of people, he thought, at least... at least let him say a word.

Qi Xinzhu was about to say something, even though it happened suddenly and he wasn't prepared for it, but it really didn't work, he could still lie and claim that this thing belonged to him, or that he entrusted it to him for safekeeping.

Anyway, his identity is here, and this thing didn't hurt anyone, this is really a big or small thing.

But just as he opened his mouth to speak, Zhao Mingjing simply knelt down, his tall body curled up, with a standard repentant appearance.

Even though his eyes were gloomy.

Everyone stood around, feeling a little bored, Puhui had a smug smile on his face, and Abbot Miaofa's face was full of hatred.

He spoke in a low voice, which made it impossible to distinguish the emotions in it, as if he had confessed his guilt. He said, "Please punish the abbot."

Abbot Miaofa's tone was serious. After pondering for a while, he finally announced the punishment, "Hiding weapons in the backyard of the temple is a serious crime and must not be forgiven lightly. Then punish Jingxin to kneel alone in front of the Buddha in the back mountain for three days and three nights. No one is allowed to visit."

He left with a wave of his sleeves, and the farce finally came to an end. Most people looked at Zhao Mingjing with sympathy, and the little nun who spoke for him before pleaded: "Three days and three nights are too many, and the night in the back mountain is too late." Lu Zhong, abbot, will die."

But no one cared about what she said, even the protagonist packed his things alone with an indifferent expression.

He only packed some warm clothes, and it could be seen that those things were pitifully thin, and even full of patches.

However, Puhui was still not satisfied with this, he wanted to see grievance, anger, and pain on his face.

Instead of being like this now, I always want to have a dead person's expression.

He tore off his bag, and the contents scattered all over the floor. His tone was provocative, as if he was expecting Zhao Mingjing to fight with him: "Has the abbot allowed you to bring these things? How can you regret wearing so warm?"

But he was disappointed, Zhao Mingjing only took a deep look at him, still without any resistance, silently bowed to pick up the clothes, dusted off the dust, turned and left.