"Ah......h

"Don't scream, it's me." The weak voice, with ethereal, made Zhang Xianxian hear it unreal, but her heartbeat was extremely intense. His face lifted in the moonlight was pleading, and the pale face made her stop her heart for a moment.

"How are you?" She reached out to help him. The sound of shouting outside to catch the assassin was loud, and with his embarrassed appearance at the moment, she should have guessed a rough idea. She just asked how you were? And not how did you get it like this? He suddenly felt relieved, and fainted in her arms.

Because it was Zhang Qianling's mansion, no one dared to suspect it, and no one dared to propose a search, and the gentleman was indifferent and escaped.

There was no medicine to stop the bleeding, and he couldn't alarm the other people in the house, so Zhang Xianxian had to find the leftover medicine he had used before and plug the bleeding wound indiscriminately. Anyway, it's all a medicine for wounds, and it should be useful.

Unfortunately, in the middle of the night he started to have a high fever, and she had to stay by his side to wipe the sweat he had left behind, otherwise he would have burned even more.

When the day was about to dawn, she looked at the sleeping gentleman Mo, and still felt like a dream. He was so close to her, but she was leaving. But what would he do if she was gone? I lost my mind for a while.

"Miss, have you packed all your luggage? I'll help you load the wagon. Because there was no girl in her room, the house slave who was going to send her to Jing'an Temple today asked directly in front of her room.

"Oh, not yet, just wait." Her heart rose to her throat, but she had to speak calmly. A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in her mind, and when she was right, she looked at the big wooden box and had a plan for a while.

"Help, help carry Miss's luggage to the car." A coachman and a house slave had some trouble carrying the huge box, so they called for help from the people around them.

"Why do you bring so many things?" Zhang Qianling, who was about to go to the palace for the early dynasty, looked at the appearance of the ** sweat, and couldn't help but ask about the huge box.

"It's all mother's and daughter's clothes, and I want to bring her my mother's clothes with me, so I found a bigger suitcase."

Seeing her mention her mother, Zhang Qianling accepted the suspicious look, sighed and got into his carriage. Only then did she remember that her mother was buried in the back mountain of Jing'an Temple, and it was rare for her to remember!

Zhang Xian exhaled a long breath and also got into the carriage prepared for her. The two carriages went in opposite directions, and the distance gradually became safer.

Zhang Xianxian raised her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead, and gently covered her fast-beating heart with her hand.

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In Jing'an Temple, the attendant unloaded her things at the temple gate and went back, she looked at the huge box, and was powerless for a while.

"Amitabha, is the donor Zhang who came to practice?" A bald monk greeted them from afar, and it was obvious that Zhang Qianling had already sent someone to inform them.

"Exactly, there is the holy monk Lao." She learned the rituals of the Buddhist family to return the salute.

There were three people standing parallel to the temple gate, and the leader looked at her and nodded with satisfaction, this person was very sincere, and had a gentle personality, and was a good seedling of cultivating Buddhism. The people standing on either side of him, one remained silent and did not see joy, and the other proudly raised his head with disdain.

The two of them looked up at the box and walked towards the temple, and she followed them lightly, for fear that they would drop the box.

"Bold, daring to defile the holiness of Buddhism." A loud shout came, Zhang Xianxian was startled in his heart, and looked in the direction of his finger. The panic was even worse, and there was a drop of blood printed at the door.

"I ......" she opened her mouth but didn't know how to explain, after all, it was a Buddhist door, and she entered the door with blood as soon as she entered, which meant ominous. However, she also knew in her heart that he in the box must not be exposed. So he said with a weak heart: "I've been inconvenient these days, it's because I'm careless, I'll clean it up immediately." ”

A blushing face will give birth to pity if anyone looks at it. A person who cultivates Buddhism has nothing in his heart, and listening to her say that, although he understands it, he is not embarrassed. It's just that the arrogant monk who was standing on the right side just now had a dark face, and said sharply: "The Buddha Gate is a quiet place, and she has blood as soon as she enters the door, I'm afraid there is some omen." ”

"We Buddhists emphasize that we look down on all things, and blood is the foundation of human survival, implying vitality, but there is nothing filthy to say. Okay, female benefactor, you go to the backyard first, and the blood doesn't have to be cleaned up. The old monk at the head said kindly. Zhang Xianxian smiled apologetically at him, grateful that he spoke for him.

"It's not right, it shouldn't have polluted the holy land of Buddhism, I should have dealt with it, if not, in the future, the cleaning of this temple will be handed over to me to clean, hoping to clean up today's mistakes."

"In this way, it can be regarded as accumulating some merit in front of the Buddha." The old monk at the head did not speak, and the monk on the right preemptively spoke.

"Yes." Zhang Xianxian replied lightly, bent down, and gently wiped away the blood stain with a handkerchief.

"Hmph." The monk on the right flicked his sleeves and walked away. Zhang Xianxian stood peacefully in the courtyard, but she was worried in her heart, they had no complaints, but she could feel the monk's hostility towards her. It shouldn't just be for that drop of blood! There was a faint uneasiness in her heart.

"Okay, Silence, you can take the female benefactor to settle down."

"Yes." The monk on the left walked over coldly and led her to the backyard.

"Xie Lu, thank the holy monk." After taking her to the place where she was settled, the monk called Silent An left without saying a word, Zhang Xianxian looked at his back and said respectfully.

Silence, who had already gone out, heard her voice and stopped. He tilted his head slightly and said: "Some herbs in the back mountain have not been taken care of for a long time, and occasionally there are monks who are cut, you can use them, you go to take care of them in the afternoon, the long leaves are taken internally, and the round leaves are applied externally, you deal with them carefully, don't get confused." ”

"Yes, the disciple will go later." Zhang Xianxian said with a smile that what she just lacked was herbs for treating external injuries.

The monk didn't look back at her expression, and walked out of the hall indifferently, but the clarity in his eyes seemed to know everything.

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didn't have time to eat, so Zhang Xianxian went to the back mountain, and after cleaning up the weeds, he secretly picked some herbs and brought them back.

"How are you?" It took a lot of effort to feed the medicine into Jun Zimo's mouth, Zhang Xianxian looked at him and asked worriedly.

The gentleman opened his eyes and saw Zhang Xianxian's face, and he couldn't react for a while. "Where is this?" He looked at this strange place and asked angrily.

"This is Jing'an Temple."

"I have to go back." I heard that it was Jing'an Temple, Jun Zimo instantly sobered up, if he didn't go back, Zhang Qianling would inevitably suspect him. wanted to get up, but was stopped by Zhang Xianxian.

"I wrote a letter to Uncle Jun." Zhang Xianxian didn't know if what she was doing was right, but she thought that this would give him a few more days to recuperate.

When the gentleman heard her say that, he didn't struggle more, his father would find a way to cover it up for him, and if he went back in his current situation, he would be even more suspicious. Once his mind was settled, he raised his eyes to look at the person who made him feel at ease. At this moment, she was carefully unwrapping the gauze wrapped around his chest and replacing him with new medicine.

The blue veil must have been torn from her clothes, and I don't know how much effort it took her to bring herself here from danger.

He looked at the woman's cautious and meticulous expression, and his eyes gradually became misty, there had never been a woman who made him so reassuring. Such focused eyes, the corners of the stubborn lips...... Suddenly, a strange warm current slipped through his heart, and he turned his head awkwardly, not daring to look at it. Women, for him, have always been trouble!