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Hua Jincheng leaned the umbrella against the door, took off his cloak, and walked slowly to the house.

"I said a long time ago that the donor has no relationship with the Buddha."

"It's good that I have a fate with the master, the Buddha is too noble, and Jin Cheng thinks he is not worthy." Hua Jincheng picked up the teacup, and some hot tea entered her stomach, and she felt that the cold in her body had been removed a little.

"Why is the donor here?" Liuhui is a little depressed, obviously everyone who comes to the Buddhist temple will be in awe of the Buddha, why is this person just like the kid who doesn't do his job, ignoring the Buddha and not even putting it in his eyes?

"Ask the master to give a lecture." Hua Jincheng's eyes were burning and his attitude was sincere.

Liuhui tilted her head to avoid her gaze and coughed dryly, "I don't know what you want to hear." ”

"As long as it's a Buddhist scripture, Jincheng doesn't pick it." Hua Jincheng chuckled, "I'm bothering the master." Her palms were raised in front of her, her head bowed slightly.

"Then I'll tell you a Tao Te Ching."

Hua Jincheng blinked, "That's a Buddhist scripture?" ”

Liuhui was silent for a few seconds, "Buddhism and Taoism are not separated, and poor monks are actually better at Taoist scriptures. ”

"Then why did the master become a monk?"

"Do you know what to do, the poor monk can also make iron, embroidery, read, make pen, ink, paper and inkstone, survey the terrain and mine ore, so in your opinion, what should the poor monk do?"

Hua Jincheng lowered his eyes thoughtfully.

"The donor will schem, and he will also weave and embroider, so why should the donor stay in the flower family? Why don't you come out and open a small shop yourself, or go somewhere to be an embroiderer? It doesn't matter what you know or what you have, what matters is what you want to do. Master Liuhui continued.

Hua Jincheng opened his mouth, but finally fell silent.

"The poor monk will tell the donor about the diamond gold." Liuhui recited the Buddha's name, and then recited it slowly.

Hua Jincheng couldn't understand what Liuhui was talking about, but her heart was peaceful, sandalwood was lingering on the tip of her nose, but she felt that the fragrance was too strong, far less fresh than the cold incense.

Hua Jincheng didn't know when she fell asleep, and when she woke up, the room was full of candles, she wrinkled her nose and sniffed, and suddenly got up, a wave of dizziness hit, she propped up the table, and waited for the darkness in front of her to disperse, she slowly got up.

The tea on the table was already cold, and the wax oil was piled up next to the candle, she walked quickly to the inner room, behind the screen, the rich smell of blood made Hua Jincheng's heart chuckle.

"Master?" Hua Jincheng's voice is a little fine.

"Ami's fart Buddha, this is a troublemaker, it's good that my monk has everything here, otherwise he would have waited to see the king of Hades."

Liuhui said hurriedly, with deep helplessness and complaint in his tone.

"How's he doing?"

Hua Jincheng exhaled, and his heart beat rapidly, as if he was about to jump out of his chest.

"I've lost too much blood and passed out in a coma, take a rest, it's okay, don't forget, he's also a doctor, and he's also a doctor with high medical skills."

Liuhui got up and cleaned up the blood-stained things, "You want to guard?" ”

"No, I'm still ......"

"I have something to leave, you have to stay if you don't stay, you can't tell others about his coming." Liuhui got up, "I think you should be able to guess a few points about his identity." ”

"It's either rich or expensive, but I don't know the specifics." Hua Jincheng was blunt.

"His surname is Yun." Liuhui said in a low voice.

"Cloud? Royal surname? ”

"Yes, but he's always liked to say he doesn't have a surname. So don't mention it, his identity and name are never secrets, and they are not meant to be kept from you. ”

"Why did the master explain it to me?"

"Your resentment is because of my little junior brother." Liuhui directly broke it, "Otherwise, Miss Hua is busy, how could she come to my small Buddhist temple to take refuge at such a time." ”

"The master is discerning, but it is true that he is taking refuge, and it is also true that he is busy, but the reason is not just because of the master, I just want to ask the master about Xiuhan's whereabouts, and by the way, meditate and hide from people."

"That Ding'an Hou is not a fuel-efficient lamp, if he has his eyes on you, you don't think you can easily escape." Liuhui reminded.

"I know Ding'an Hou better than the master." Hua Jincheng approached the bedside, Yun Xiuhan's skin was slightly dark, although there was an extra layer of skin, but he could still see the pale of his cheeks, "Is it disfigured?" ”

"Yes." Liuhui got up, "Everything will be bothered by the donor, don't worry, he will be quiet when he is injured." ”

"Okay." Hua Jincheng didn't shirk this time, she sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes down and silent.

"You want to see his face, I don't think he will refuse." Liuhui said a word before leaving.

Look at his face?

Hua Jincheng is actually a little excited, this time it is different from being in the carriage, last time he may have pretended to be asleep, but this time he did fall asleep, as long as he made up his mind and moved his hand slightly, he could solve the last mystery on his body.

Hua Jincheng's arm was raised slightly, and his eyes were no longer calm.

"Forget it, you owe me one more time."

Hua Jincheng exhaled softly, got up and blew out a few candles in the house, and then went outside alone.

"Soft-hearted?"

A hoarse voice rang out.

Hua Jincheng's eyes drooped, leaving a faint shadow on his eyelids.

"Isn't it the best thing for you to do this?" Hua Jincheng whispered softly, as if he was talking to that thing again, as if he was talking to himself.

"Your heart is no longer moving, Hua Jincheng, I can't imagine that you are so hypocritical."

"How many sinceritys are there in human life? Why can everyone be hypocritical, but not me? Am I anything special? Even if I was born again, I wouldn't be the first to be born again. ”

Hua Jincheng lay on the table, "I want to be quiet, don't talk, I hate you now." ”

It's not that she didn't have a heartbeat, but when she just realized that she was excited, she was cut off by someone who had the sprout, she was a person who died once, and she should have broken off love, and she was determined to abandon something, but now she was looking forward to it, and she felt very ridiculous when she thought about it.

"What's your name?"

Hua Jincheng asked silently, but no one answered her question.

There was no dream all night, and when Hua Jincheng opened her eyes, she saw an enlarged face, she blinked, and then she stepped back a little as if she was electrocuted, "Yun Gongzi." ”

"The old bald donkey told you?" Yun Xiuhan held his chin, and his narrow eyes were rippling, but he still couldn't hide the paleness of his face and the weakness in his voice.

"Yes." Hua Jincheng got up, "Since Yun Gongzi is awake, then I will leave first." ”

"Jin'er." Yun Xiuhan reached out and grabbed her sleeve.

Hua Jincheng frowned, pulled out her sleeves hard, she took a few steps back, and her face was frosty, "Yun Gongzi, please respect yourself!" ”

"Self-respect?" Yun Xiuhan's eyebrows were slightly raised, and a low laugh flowed from his lips and teeth.

Hua Jincheng's eyelids jumped, and an inexplicable panic shrouded his heart. (To be continued.) )