"The wound is healing very well."

When this monk spoke, his speaking speed was always gentle and slow, neither impatient nor impatient.

"In a few days, it won't hurt anymore."

When Ning Dai heard what he said, her mood brightened.

That's great!

Ning Dai estimated that she had lost a lot of weight in the past few days.

I ate white porridge and drank plain water every day, without oil or salt. The only taste was the bitter taste of herbs.

Life was really hard.

"But..." the monk thought for a moment, then spoke again: "The female donor has hurt her throat, and I'm afraid she won't be able to speak for a few months. I hope the female donor knows the details."

Ning Dai understood. It meant that she had injured her vocal cords and might be mute for several months.

But how many months will it take to be mute?

And, let her be a mute!?

What difference does it make if she is just a salted fish?

Damn it, who wiped her neck!!

Ning Dai showed a look of despair again.

The monk didn't pay much attention to her emotional changes. He re-applied medicine to her throat and tied it again. Then he stood up, squeaked, turned and walked away with a "squeaking" sound.

After a while, the monk appeared again with a porridge bowl in his hand.

After Ning Dai saw it, she became even more desperate for love.

It's a tasteless white porridge, so at least add some salt or some sugar.

The unknown monk spoke slowly and fed the porridge so slowly that Ning Dai almost vomited before he finally finished feeding her.

After feeding the porridge, the monk got up and prepared to serve the herbs that had been fried outside the house when he arrived.

As a result, just as I was about to turn around, I felt my sleeve being pulled.

The monk crouched down and looked sideways at Ning Dai, who was grabbing his sleeve.

Ning Dai grasped the broad sleeves of the monk's robe, pulled it in a gesture, and gestured to him to stretch out his hand.

After the monk saw her mouth shape repeated twice, he finally seemed to understand what her mouth shape meant and handed her hand over.

Ning Dai felt so tired.

Fortunately, the monk finally understood correctly, and she indeed asked him to put his hand in front of her eyes.

After spreading his palm, she wrote directly into his palm.

Now that she knew she would be mute for several months, Ning Dai thought she should ask the monk his name.

She originally wanted to write the word "dharma" in his palm, but she just finished writing the word "dharma". When it was her turn to write the word "hao", she suddenly stopped and did not continue.

Ning Dai: Ahhhhh, the traditional Chinese characters for "hahao" seem to have too many strokes. I'm so tired that I don't want to write anymore.

The monk was confused at first, but he soon understood.

"The female donor asked the poor monk his name?"

Ning Dai glanced at him with admiration in her eyes.

The monk retracted his hand, clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, and replied gently: "Poor monk Mingyue."

The corner of Ning Dai's mouth moved.

The bright moon?? I still have the stars!

I always feel that this Dharma name is a bit unorthodox.

After the monk's ceremony and introduction, the monk Mingyue raised his eyes again and looked at Ning Dai. His eyes were still compassionate, but his tone when he spoke again was a little relaxed: "The female donor is literate."

Ning Dai moved her eyelids and was too lazy to look at him.

She only asked the monk's name, and then she had no other questions.

Monk Mingyue stood by the bed for a while, and after making sure that Ning Dai didn't want to write any more words to ask for warmth, he turned around and went out to look at Jian Yao.

After that, Ning Dai lay like a salted fish for seven or eight days.

The pain in her neck gradually faded away with the passage of time and the medicine monk Mingyue gave her.

Not only did her neck no longer hurt, she could also sit up.

When she could sit up, she could fully see the bamboo house where she had been lying for more than half a month.

The bamboo house was really simple. Apart from the wooden bed she was lying on, there was only an Eight Immortals table and a book shelf, and there was nothing else in the house.

And her previous guess was correct. Outside the bamboo house, there was really a green bamboo forest. Judging from the form, it seemed that this large bamboo forest surrounded the entire bamboo house. There was a path in front of the bamboo house, which led directly to the depths of the bamboo forest.

at.

It's about the way out.

As for where it is outside the bamboo forest, Ning Dai doesn't know and can't see it.

The wind picked up again outside, and after the rustling sound, the scent of medicine began to float in the air again. Ning Dai moved to the window, put her hands on the edge of the window, and slightly poked her head towards the door of the bamboo house.

Under the eaves at the door of the bamboo house, Mingyue, a monk in jade-colored monk's robes, was squatting in front of a small stove, staring intently at the medicine jar on the stove. As for his expression, he still had a compassionate look like a savior.

As the medicine jar simmers over the fire for a long time, it makes a gentle knocking sound.

Following the sound, Ning Dai felt that the smell of the medicine was getting stronger and stronger.

Ning Dai felt that she really should ask this bald man whether he could stop taking medicine and whether he could improve his food.

Oh, and most importantly, can she get out of bed and walk around?

And, is this Qiling Buddhist Temple?

However, opinions and questions are not just one or two words. Ning Dai slumped her shoulders and did not want to write traditional Chinese characters.

With her hands folded on the window sill, Ning Dai rested her head and reorganized the characters' memories out of boredom. Especially before leaving Qinggu Stream, she asked her subordinates about the part of their memories about the terrain of Qiling Buddhist Temple, which she focused on organizing.

"Mingyue."

Outside, a male voice suddenly sounded.

Ning Dai disconnected from her thoughts and glanced around, only to see a moon-white figure falling gracefully from the sky and landing seven or eight steps away from the eaves of the bamboo house.

As soon as the man landed, he held the sword in front of his chest with both hands, making a cool pose.

Then he called the monk Mingyue under the eaves.

Ning Dai raised her head and looked at this person curiously.

The person who came is a young man. It’s hard to guess his age, but he is handsome. If I were to give him a rating, he would be around eighty percent.

Wearing a moon-white light robe with arrow sleeves, and a tasseled jade plaque hanging from his waist, he looked like a child of a famous family.

After monk Mingyue saw him, he stood up and smiled at him, saying warmly: "Amitabha, donor Pei."

The young man surnamed Pei grinned. The next second, his eyes looked towards Ning Dai, and then his smile dropped.

"Who?"

Ning Dai kept sizing him up, not moving or making any reaction.

Anyway, she is mute now.

The voice of monk Mingyue came slowly: "This female donor fell off the cliff and was injured. The poor monk happened to meet her and placed her here."

The young man named Pei looked suspicious and looked at Ning Dai.

After a while, the other party withdrew his gaze, looked back under the eaves, and said in a mocking tone: "Mingyue, you should change your habit of picking up people."

Monk Mingyue didn't reply. He had already returned his attention to the medicine jar and was starting to filter the medicine residue.
Chapter completed!