"Jingsu, why are you still lazy here? The presiding teacher's morning class has already begun. If you don't go, you will be punished to copy Buddhist scriptures again today."

When the little nun heard someone calling her name, she was still in a daze for a moment. She looked around and saw no broken temple, no cold weather, and even the Buddha statue that suppressed her was standing in front of the Buddha.

Hall, sacred and majestic.

She suddenly thought of what Qin Xi said and looked at her hands, "Have I really gone back to the past?"

Although it was just a dream, this real dream still made her so excited that she didn't know what to say.

Jing Su seemed to think of something, stood up suddenly, turned around and ran towards the Bodhi tree behind.

She still remembered that in order to skip morning classes, she quietly went to the backyard to take a nap alone. Later, she smelled the smell of blood, and then she picked up the seriously injured Xu Lang.

Seeing that he was about to see the person he had been thinking about for more than three hundred years, Jingsu suddenly felt a feeling of nostalgia and timidity. He hesitated and became nervous. He originally ran this way in a hurry, but when he actually arrived in front of him, what happened?

I can't even move my legs.

I felt an inexplicable fear in my heart, and I didn't know what I was afraid of.

Just when she was at a loss, a dull sound suddenly came to her ears, like the sound of someone falling over a wall.

Jingsu's breath was stagnant. He didn't have time to think too much and rushed over immediately. What he saw was Xu Ziyue falling from the wall.

At this time, he was unconscious, his face was pale, he was covered in blood, and there was a bleeding hole on his shoulder. Although he was not unconscious, it could be seen that he was very weak and his life was in danger at any time.

Even so, Xu Ziyue still held the sword tightly, his eyes alert and looking at Jingsu with murderous intent, "Don't scream, or I will kill you!"

Jingsu was stunned. It was the first time he heard Xu Lang talking so coldly to him. Although he felt a little disappointed, when he thought about being with Xu Lang again, he felt very excited and wanted to jump directly into him.

In my arms, tell the story of more than 300 years of waiting.

In the end, she restrained herself, took a deep breath, and calmly chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, this benefactor, you are seriously injured and should be treated earlier. I'd better take you back for treatment!"

Xu Ziyue shook his head, trying to see Qing Jingsu's face clearly, but the injury was too serious and his vision was blurry. If it weren't for his instinctive vigilance, he might have been unconscious long ago.

"Go away, don't come near."

He shouted sharply and swung the long sword in his hand with all his strength. Jingsu stood there motionless. The blade of the sword instantly cut open her skin, leaving a shocking blood mark.

Jingsu didn't care about the blood on his arm, but said in a calm tone, "Amitabha, don't panic, the poor nun just wants to help you heal your wounds."

Xu Ziyue's originally impetuous mood was somehow calmed down by this calm voice. As soon as he relaxed, his eyelids drooped uncontrollably. He could no longer hold on and fell softly on the grass.

Jingsu walked over quickly, looking at the man's face that haunted her, tears streaming down her face, "Xu Lang, finally, we meet again."

The days after that were the same as in the previous life. Jingsu and Xu Ziyue were together step by step. Every day was sweet, and Xu Ziyue also taught her many things just like in the previous life.

Until they had skin-to-skin contact again, Jingsu stood under the moonlight, looking calmly at the bright moon in the sky, stroking his belly again and again.
Chapter completed!