Under the Bodhi tree on the mountain behind the Vulture Temple, a woman in white twisted a white chess piece in her forehand and pondered. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 An old monk with a gray beard on the opposite side of the info woman was looking at her, smiling silently.

This woman in white is naturally Wang Jiqing, who lives in the Eagle Temple. Not far away, Qianxi and a few little maids were cleaning the tea set, the charcoal fire on the small red stove was already burning, and Qianxi was waiting for Yang Wei to bring the mountain spring water from Linghu Mountain to make tea.

"Miss Six, have you ever thought about it?" Playing against Wang Jiqing is the famous great monk ---- Jishan Master in the Eagle Temple.

It is also strange to say that usually, Master Jishan, who is rare to see, pays special attention to Wang Jiqing, and often comes to her to say Zen and play chess. This is naturally not because he was born in the Jiangzhou Wang family, let alone for the thousands of taels of sesame oil money he brought. Wang Jiqing knew that his secret could not be hidden from this old man with profound Buddhism.

Time flies like a white horse, and Wang Jiqing and others have been living on the mountain for more than half a month in a blink of an eye. The peach blossoms outside the pavilion have already withered, and only a few remnants are still standing tenaciously in the wind. Thinking that when he first entered the mountain, the peach blossoms that bloomed just right all over the mountain, Wang Ji casually dropped a son. "Master Jishan, the juniors have been harassing your temple for half a month, and they are ready to leave tomorrow."

"Miss Six has a good chest and is very smart, this game is lost by Lao Gao." As Wang Ji's light white son fell, the chess game on the stone table was already clear about winning and losing.

"The master has agreed," Wang Jiqing took the tea set in his hand and personally poured a cup of tea for Master Jishan, "Thank you for the master's teachings for more than half a month, so that the younger generation has benefited a lot." Tomorrow Ji Qing is about to leave, so I will no longer disturb the master Qing Xiu, and today Ji Qing will bid you farewell with this tea. ”

"Amitabha, the sixth lady is deeply blessed, and she will definitely be born in the future." Master Jishan took the tea cup and performed a Buddhist salute, "The parting is imminent, and the old man has nothing to give, so he will send a sentence to Miss Six, as a thank you gift for eating Miss's new tea for half a month." ”

"Miss Six must know that Hui Ji will be hurt, and I hope that Miss will cherish herself in the future." With that, Master Jishan turned around and left.

"Thank you, Master." Wang Ji took a group of slaves and maids, performed a Buddha ceremony, and watched the great monk Jishan leave.

"Miss, it's getting dark, let's go back early, no matter how late, Mother Wan is afraid to worry." Qian Xi looked up at the sky, and saw that the sunset had covered the sky, so he lowered his body and persuaded him. Since she separated from Master Jishan, the young lady has been sitting on the back mountain for almost two hours.

Wang Ji heard the words lightly, and seemed to glance at the top of the mountain with nostalgia, the days of the mountain residence in the past half month were very pleasant. Just like the sunset on this mountain, the beauty is amazing, but unfortunately, the sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk. For her, I'm afraid that no matter how comfortable the days are, they won't last long after all, and she should leave.

When the last rays of the setting sun set, it was not too late, and the whole mountain was shrouded in a hazy color. Wang Jiqing took one last look at the Bodhi tree behind her, then turned around and walked towards the Zen courtyard where she lived.

"Miss, what's wrong?" Seeing that she was about to walk back to the small courtyard, her own young lady stopped, and she was a little puzzled.

No, it smells of blood. The reason why Wang Jiqing stopped was precisely because she smelled a faint smell of blood in the air. As a surgeon in my previous life, I naturally had an instinctive sensitivity to this smell.

"Brother Yang, you take someone around to see if there's anything abnormal." Wang Ji was not nosy, but in this place of Buddhist cultivation, there was a smell of blood that should not have appeared, and Wang Ji was suddenly very uneasy.

"Yes, miss." Yang Wei also knew that something was wrong, and his years of licking blood from the knife edge also made him find a trace of unusual taste in the air.

"Miss, there are blood stains here, I'm afraid someone is injured" After a while, Yang Lie's low voice came from the front.

"Ahh The light incense beside her couldn't help but snort, the woman who grew up with the young lady in the inner house, I'm afraid she hasn't seen the slightest bloody scene.

Wang Ji squeezed her hand comfortably, and walked in the direction of the bloodstain.

Following the bloodstains, after a while, Wang Xi easily saw a young man with a sharp arrow in his chest. As a doctor's professional habit, Wang Ji lightly crossed Yang Lie who was blocking her, took a few steps forward, squatted down, and looked at it while probing her pulse. The man on the ground, dressed in a black night suit, was not very old, he looked no more than twenty years old, and his face, which was originally resolute, was pale and colorless due to excessive blood loss.

"Miss, let's go quickly, this person was pierced through the chest by a sharp arrow, and he can't be saved." Yang Wei only glanced at this person's external injuries, and with years of experience in the rivers and lakes, he knew that this person was seriously injured and had lost too much blood, and he was afraid that he would be unable to be saved by the gods.

"He should still be saved, Brother Yang, let someone help him back to your room." Wang Xi carefully probed the person's pulse, although it was weak, but it was long and regular, it seemed that the sharp arrow did not hurt the heart, as long as the arrow was pulled out, quickly stopped the bleeding and closed the wound, he still had a chance to save him.

After returning to the Zen Academy, Wang Ji lightly changed into a complicated lady's Luo skirt, and asked Wan's mother to find a simple Hu dress to change into. While instructing Liu Er to help the frightened Qianxi go back to the room to rest, he stepped out of the door and went to Yang Lie's room.

"Miss, there is a difference between men and women, so you better not go in." Mother Wan thought that the young lady had just quit her family, her reputation had already been damaged, and if she entered the man's room again, if it was spread out, I was afraid that it would be more difficult to have a family affair in the future. Thinking of this, Mother Wan stopped her young lady at Yang Lie's door.

"Mom, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter."

Wang Ji gently pushed open Yang Lie's door.