Yurong looked at the mother's pale face with a weak smile, and his heart suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and the whole person became lighter.

With a bright smile on her face, she said softly to the next homeless person, "Wait a minute, I'll have someone bring new porridge." ”

The man looked at the warm smile on her face, and froze in place, his eyes stunned and speechless.

Yurong turned around suddenly, and just wanted to exhale out loud, when suddenly his brain was dizzy, and his vision was pitch black for a moment. She panicked, staggered, and fell backwards weightlessly.

She thought she was going to get in close contact with the ground, but in an exclamation, she fell straight into a warm hug.

Yurong's butterfly-like eyelashes flapped a few times, and her vision gradually turned dark and blurred, but she still couldn't see who saved her.

She frowned vigorously and stared at the person in front of her, and said softly, "Thank you." ”

The man's cold fingers touched her forehead, and a cold voice sounded in her ears: "You have a fever, can you still see clearly?" ”

Yurong looked at the vague human figure in front of him, and shook his head vigorously, "It's too blurry, I can't see clearly." ”

The man's brow furrowed, and his face became solemn, "You need to rest." ”

"But I..." Before Yurong finished speaking, he was stopped and picked up, accompanied by an exclamation in his ears.

Yurong's eyes were still not clear, she could only look at the dense crowd of people, but she didn't know what they were marveling at.

The man carried Yurong straight to the direction of the squatter house, and remained silent all the way.

If it weren't for Yurong deeply feeling the warmth on his body, he really doubted that she was the only one in the air.

The faint scent of sandalwood on the man's body burst into her nose, making her heart tremble, and she instantly understood why the homeless people were exclaiming.

The only man who could hug her so easily was a man, and this could be easily heard from what he said. As for the sandalwood fragrance on his body, his identity was also exposed, he was a monk of Tanzhe Temple!

A monk with six pure roots holding a woman will naturally cause a lot of exclamation. She knew that he was just a Buddha's compassion, but she was afraid that she would bring rumors about his cultivation path.

While she was thinking, the man had already carried her into the dormitory and gently placed her on the bed.

Yurong felt the softness of the futon under him, and an apologetic smile appeared on his face, "It's because my body is too delicate, and I didn't help but added to the mess, and I troubled the master's trip." ”

The man looked at Yurong's clear and shining eyes, which were empty, and his heart was shocked, but she had already seen through his identity. He lowered his head and said "Amitabha", and said in a clear voice: "The female benefactor is overworked, so that her eyes can't see clearly for a while, and she will get better after a while." ”

Yurong smiled and nodded, and the smile in his eyes seemed to be particularly moving, "Yurong knows." ”

She paused for a moment, and then asked, "Just don't know Master's name?" When it recovers, I will definitely thank you. ”

The man's expression was cold, and he said lightly: "It's just that the poor monk knows a little bit about medical science, the donor is good at recuperation, and there are still things to be busy outside the temple, so the poor monk went first." ”

Yurong was a little disappointed on his face, but he still smiled and said, "I'm sorry Master, be careful on the road." ”

As the little footsteps disappeared from her ears, she moved slightly, and her vision was much clearer than before.

Listening to the monk's voice just now, there was infinite melodiousness in the coldness. If you only rely on the sound to speculate, I am afraid that this appearance must be extraordinary. It's a pity to be a monk with such a appearance.

She had not yet seen an extraordinary monk in this temple. As she thought so, a figure popped up in her mind. The man stood under the tree with a cold face in a gray wide-sleeved robe, and a pair of indifferent eyes hit the bottom of her heart.

Her whole body shuddered instantly, how could she remember that person was coming. But to be honest, his appearance is also extraordinary.

Thinking so, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

In the monk's house late at night, the windows were wide open, and the gentle breeze blew in, causing a bouquet of impatiens to tremble its petals by the window.

A man sat at his desk, copying the Buddhist scriptures on the table in the wind. Although the gray monk's robe on his body is old, it still can't hide the natural temperament on his body.

"Senior Brother Kongchen, so you are here!" A little monk in a gray monk's robe ran in and said in surprise.

Kongchen didn't even raise his eyes, and the brush in his hand was still writing in an orderly manner.

"What?" He said casually.

The little monk looked at him with a cold look and sighed faintly, "Senior brother, you don't know yet, because of what happened in your afternoon, the temple exploded, and this matter has spread to the pilgrims in the dormitory." ”

"The rest of the senior brothers all said that senior brother, you have committed a big taboo this time, and you will definitely be punished by the abbot. Otherwise, senior brother, you will..."

The more he spoke, the quieter it became, until at last it was low to the dust.

The empty dust hand shook slightly, and the words that had been written on the paper suddenly blurred. There seemed to be a trace of waves in his light eyes, and there seemed to be nothing, and everything was still without waves.

The little monk looked at him with a cold appearance that had nothing to do with himself, and his heart was anxious, and he said quickly: "Senior brother, what do you think, the six roots of the monk are pure, and they can only practice quietly. ”

Kongchen looked at the smudged paper for a long time, and finally put down the brush in his hand. His cold eyes swept to the little monk, and he asked lightly, "In your eyes, what I was holding in the afternoon was just a woman?" ”

The little monk couldn't help but shudder with fear from his eyes, stumbled, and muttered in a low voice: "It's not a woman, it's a stunning woman." ”

Kongchen's eyebrows and eyes became even colder, and his whole face was as cold as ice.

The little monk looked at him like this, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "This is not what I meant, it is what the rest of the senior brothers said." ”

Dust shifted his gaze from his panicked face to the window, a crescent moon hanging over the night sky, and the few stars surrounding it dimmed by its light.

"It's not that my heart of cultivation has changed, it's that you have changed."

The little monk was stunned, with a puzzled expression on his face. He touched his head, which had no hair, and really didn't understand the profound meaning of his brother's words.

"In your eyes, she is a stunning woman. In my eyes, she is nothing more than a patient in need. What does it mean to me whether it's a man or a woman? Kongchen said softly the little monk's doubts.

The moon seems to be brighter, and it hangs in the dark night.

Yurong's eyes had recovered after resting for a night, and she also received a letter from home, only saying that Yufu had an accident and asked her to hurry back. She was in such a hurry, so she didn't have time to thank the monk who helped her in person.

I just learned about him from a little monk, and this number was as cold as his voice.

Empty dust.