The two monks, one big and one small, returned to the room. Wang Xian closed the door and bolted it. Fang breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "Oh my God, I haven't spoken for a long time and I'm almost hurt internally..."
"
I wanted to laugh first, but it hurt my wound, and I grinned for a while.
"Take off your clothes." Wang Xian ordered in a low voice: "Get on the bed."
He first looked at Wang Xian warily. He knew that there were many Han people who liked handsome young men. Although he had nothing to do with being handsome, he was definitely a strong young man. But after hesitation,
He obediently took off his clothes and lay down on the bed.
Ye Xian warned himself in his heart that in order to avenge his tribe, he would risk his own life, let alone a mere dry road... Even so, when Wang Xian's cold hands caressed his back, Ye Xian couldn't help but shed tears of humiliation.
tears.
"Be patient, it will hurt at first," Wang Xian said in a low voice while touching Ye Xian's back, "It will feel very comfortable after a while."
Ye Xian screamed in his heart, it's strange to feel comfortable. When I have the opportunity in the future, I will chop you into meat paste to avoid today's humiliation... I was secretly feeling cruel, and suddenly there was a burning pain in my back. It hurt so much.
He almost shouted.
"Shout out if it hurts." Wang Xian said with a smile that was still unconscious: "Beizhen Fusi's special wound medicine is very effective, but it will feel like fire when applied to the wound. It needs to be improved.
ha."
"..." He opened his mouth wide and quickly turned his head to take a look. Sure enough, he saw Wang Xian taking this small bottle and applying medicine to his injured area. Suddenly, there was a black line on his forehead.
"You brat, you are thinking wrongly." There is a saying that 'it is difficult to learn well, but it is easy to learn bad.' Wang Xian did not learn the old monk's literary, Taoist and military tactics, but he learned all about his bad taste of tormenting his disciples.
"I..." He buried his head in shame first. The honest Mongolian young man was filled with guilt.
After giving him the medicine, Wang Xian smiled and said, "How is it? Does it still hurt now?"
He also got up first, moved his body, grinned and said: "It doesn't hurt anymore, I feel very comfortable."
"Then put on your clothes." Wang Xian looked at what he said with his hair not yet fully grown, and said with a smile: "Little brat."
Ye Xian's face flushed immediately, and he hurriedly tried to put on his tattered monk's clothes. Wang Xian threw the new clothes Xinci had given him into his arms, "We are miserable enough as monks, we can no longer be beggars...
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I hugged my clothes first, and felt a warm current rushing into my heart. My nose was sore, so I took a deep breath. I calmed down and put on my clothes.
When Wang Xian saw this, he secretly laughed in his heart. The boy was indeed young. After a while, he took off his shirt and lay down on the kang: "It's your turn." He cursed in a low voice: "You stinky boy, you are neither serious nor serious.
"Deceive the master and destroy the ancestor"
Ye smiled sheepishly at first, quickly picked up the porcelain bottle, followed Wang Xian's example, poured a hand of ointment, and applied it on his back like he was painting a wall.
"You should use it sparingly. This thing is much more expensive than gold." Wang Xian scolded: "Little prodigal son."
He was first stunned by Wang Xian's training, but he felt very close to him, so he rubbed it evenly for him with a smile.
At this time, when the medicine was strong, Wang Xian grimaced in pain and hurriedly talked to divert his attention: "Tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, someone will come to burn incense..."
"That's quite rare." Ye Xian muttered: "This ruined temple has no incense, so hurry up and close it."
"Stop talking nonsense." Wang Xiansi said with a breath of air, "But I was cursed by the old monk and I can't talk to them, so you have to speak for me."
"I'm afraid that's not the case," Ye Xian said modestly: "You Han people are talking nonsense, and I can't deal with people on your behalf."
"I want you to be my mouthpiece." Wang Xian whispered: "Come here, I will tell you what to say when the time comes, and you must remember it clearly for me. If you say the wrong thing then, we will be blinded.
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"You can't catch someone blind." Ye Xian said anxiously, "How else can I take revenge?"
"Then you should memorize it well." Wang Xian sighed inwardly. He found that he seemed to be posing a big problem for his future self. However, his character has always been like this. Today, he only worries about today, and worries about tomorrow. No matter what
As for him, let's get over what's happening in front of him first.
"Yes, I understand." He nodded first, his eyes widened, as if this could enlarge his ears and hear Wang Xian's words more clearly.
Wang Xian then told him what to say at that time, one by one. He was surprised to find that although this boy was rough, he had a very good brain. He could remember clearly what he told him in one go. He would ask again when he came back.
Even when talking, he could still answer questions fluently. It seems that there is something extraordinary about this kind of person who will become a big shot... Unfortunately, he fell into the hands of Wang Xian, and his life's destiny was destined to be rewritten.
That night, I first slept in Wang Xian's room - of course it was not a bed. I also took the bedroll from my room, spread a mat on the floor, and made a floor mat in Wang Xian's room.
To put it into perspective, he is just a teenager in the first place. He is in a foreign land, his family has died tragically, he is alone, and he is still regarded as an alien. If he can meet someone who can make him feel close to him, he will unconsciously...
Very attached to it.
When Wang Xian woke up at night, he heard him muttering in a low voice. When he listened carefully, he was actually reciting the words he had taught him. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful and whispered: "Go to sleep quickly. It may not come so soon. It will be daytime tomorrow."
It’s too late to carry it again…”
He nodded first, covered his head with the quilt, and continued to carry it under the quilt...
Hey, it was another stubborn cow. Wang Xian saw that it was useless even if he said it, so he simply ignored him, turned around and continued to sleep.
But why does he use it? Because he is another stubborn cow...
Early the next morning, when Wang Xian woke up, he saw that Ye Xian was still sleeping soundly. I don’t know what time this kid went to sleep last night, but Wang Xian didn’t wake him up. He wanted to get up quietly and go out to wash up.
Unexpectedly, he woke up as soon as he hit the ground and looked at him blankly with his eyes wide open.
"I'm going to wash up." Wang Xian said softly, "You can continue to sleep."
"I will serve you." He jumped up first and said, "You are also my master after all." After saying this, he ran out and gave Wang Xian some water to wash his face, and then served Wang Xian to wash his face.
"It's quite familiar." Wang Xian took the towel and wiped his face.
"When I first came here, I have been serving those bald donkeys." Ye cursed bitterly at first, then stuck out his tongue and said, "Bah, bah, you've scolded both of us too."
"Are you still used to it in the temple?" After Wang Xian said this, he felt that he was talking nonsense, and he was used to it.
He also clenched his fists and said nothing.
After eating breakfast, Ye followed Wang Xian's instructions and ran to the temple gate to guard him. He was originally a wild man in the temple. As long as he didn't go out and run around, Xinci didn't care about him.
After saying a few words, he asked casually: "What did your master tell you last night to make you so obedient?"
"My master is mute." He first looked at Ruhao, who was actually extremely shrewd. He originally wanted to keep it a secret, but then he thought that it would be acknowledging that his master had said something. He suddenly realized that Xinci was lying to him, and glared fiercely.
He glanced at him and said in a muffled voice: "Don't speak."
"Stop talking nonsense, it's not your master's order, but you can come here and watch the door with me?" Xinci smiled and said: "Tell me quickly, don't worry, I won't tell anyone else."
"My master told me," Ye Xian said slowly. Xin Ci was overjoyed when he heard the words, and waited for his next sentence to sell Wang Xian. Unexpectedly, he also changed the subject and sneered: "You just told me in a dream."
Yes, it’s not forbidden to talk in dreams, right?”
"That's all nonsense..." Xinci glared at him and was about to tease him a few more words when she saw a few people approaching the temple gate. Xinci immediately became energetic, put them aside first, walked up to him and said with a smile, "How many people are there?"
Does the donor offer incense or ask for fortune-telling?"
"..." When several well-dressed men heard this, they couldn't help but look at the middle-aged man standing in the middle. The middle-aged man looked sad and a little distracted. After a while, he said: "Please ask for a fortune, and of course I will also offer incense."
"Okay, please come in." Xinci bowed and gave way. It looked like there were more waiters than monks in the temple. The middle-aged man was also stunned for a moment, shook his head, and stepped in.
Xinci originally wanted to help her look after the door first, just in case a pilgrim came to the door, although that was basically impossible... but after looking around, she found that the boy had already gone somewhere.
Cursing secretly that he was unreliable, Xinci hurriedly followed a few pilgrims, or rather the middle-aged pilgrim. The other few powerful guys were obviously his guards. And Xinci could also see that they
They were all elite sergeants from the army. As for how he could tell, Xinci certainly said that he was good at observing people's emotions.
But in fact, it's because he is too familiar with the army...
When the middle-aged man dismounted, he still felt that his legs were weak. However, after walking for a while on the brick path of the temple sandwiched between towering ancient trees, he felt that his calves seemed to be swollen. He couldn't help but secretly murmured, could it be that Qingshou Temple is really where I am in trouble?
A place of good fortune?
Naturally, he would not say these words. When he came outside the Main Hall, he solemnly adjusted his clothes, then stepped in and burned incense. He kowtowed to the Buddha and then to the Bodhisattva. He looked very pious. When he was done, he paid a generous sum.
After he got up, Xinci invited him to draw lots in the side hall.
The middle-aged man asked the guards to wait outside the door, and followed Xinci in. Inside, a monk in his sixties who looked like a highly qualified monk was sitting on a futon next to the Guanyin statue. The middle-aged man first lit incense himself and faced it.
The Guanyin statue knelt down and paid homage, and then, with Xinci's gesture, he sat down opposite the old monk.
"This is Master Daozang, our uncle. He is the most profound in Buddhism and is especially good at understanding the Avalokitesvara fortune-telling." Xinci introduced the middle-aged man in a low voice: "Uncle, this layman wants to ask for a fortune-telling."
The middle-aged man bowed respectfully to the old monk Daozang. Daozang pronounced the Buddha's name, pointed to the lotus tube enshrined in front of the Buddha statue, and asked Xinci to give it to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man took a deep breath and held the lotus tube like a huge boulder. His face was very solemn. After a while, he knelt on the futon and shook the lotus tube.