Wen Xien heard the sound of pleading from above, but he didn't have time to care, and his five fingers clasped tightly on the ground to keep him from falling completely.

In fact, Wen Xien's brain was also in chaos, she knew that she had done something wrong, this was the first mistake she had made in her life, and she had no shame to face the abbot and Yonghean.

It may be that Wen Xien's appearance is too miserable, the surroundings are completely silent, Wen Xien tried to kneel upright, cold sweat flowed from her neck down the placket of her clothes to the wound, and she trembled in pain, but she endured it without saying a word, but her mind gradually began to faint.

Finally, I don't know how long it took, Wen Xien felt that the world was spinning, and he couldn't resist it anymore, and gradually lost consciousness.

In a daze, Wen Xien heard the abbot sigh.

“…… Cliff thought for ten years. ”

The abbot relented after all.

——

When I woke up again, the old and moldy mud brick walls around me were not the rooms Wen Xien was familiar with.

I don't know if Wen Xi'en has thick skin or has been asleep for too long, and the wound on her back is only a trace of itching pain, she thought she would feel a hideous scar or dripping blood, but the tentacles only have a little uneven traces, like rough embroidery with stitches across her spine, and even the knees that should have been kneeling are as clean as ever.

Wen Xien stroked the scar and became obsessed, only to realize that the clothes around her had also been changed, wrapped dry and obediently, and looked down to sniff it, it was the usual smell of soap horn on her body.

Wen Xien was shocked, and secretly poked the system: [It's over, it's over, they won't find out that it's a woman!] 】

System: [Isn't it me, I tampered with my memory.] 】

Wen Xien: [You still have this kind of function?] 】

System: [Put your little abacus away, this function can't be used casually, something will happen.] 】

Outside, the sun hung outside the window lattice, round and bright. After being in a trance for a while, Wen Xien realized that it was already noon, but he didn't know what day it was.

Except for the unfamiliar environment, as if nothing had changed, nothing had happened, and Wen Xien seemed to be just a big dream.

There was silence around her, but Wen Xien knew that she was already confined here, and there was no deadline.

Wen Xien got up and pushed open the door and walked out, where the grass was green, and a few dead trees twisted their teeth and claws, and their roots and leaves were knotted.

On the cliff was a dilapidated wooden house and a few clumps of dead branches and leaves, and under the cliff was a bottomless cloud of smoke, Wen Xien looked at the unfathomable fog below, and suddenly felt that he was very small, not only the most inconspicuous among all living beings, but also the most useless one.

Wen Xien sat quietly on the edge of the cliff until the sun was about to set, and as soon as he returned to the room, a man had recklessly barged in outside the door.

Pingsheng was carrying the food box, and when he saw Wen Xien's pale face, he immediately asked worriedly, "Senior Brother Jingchen, are you okay?" ”

Wen Xien shook his head, and then lowered his long eyelashes.

Pingsheng stared at Wen Xien with a pair of eyes, he put the food box on the table and said, "I came to deliver food to Senior Brother Jingchen, I wanted to leave it at the door, but ......"

Wen Xien couldn't help it, so he had to comfort him: "I'm fine." ”

Wen Xien saw Pingsheng clenching his fists, and his eyes gradually reddened: "How can it be okay, I heard what the abbot said, you have a demon pill in your body, and you have to dig it out, but it hurts!" ”

"Which goblin is it, it's so cold-blooded, I heard the abbot say Senior brother, you also saved that goblin, what a white-eyed wolf!"

I was indignant in my life, but I only felt that I didn't feel worthy of Senior Brother Jingchen in my heart, Senior Brother Jingchen shouldn't be reduced to this point, she is the existence that the world looks up to, and it is also the existence that he looks up to.

But now he is forced to this point, just because of a goblin!

On the contrary, Wen Xien was calm and terrible, she listened indifferently to the resentment of her life, and ate slowly.

It wasn't until Wen Xien was full that he stopped in his life.

This cliff is Wen Xien alone, except for the life of the person who will come to deliver food, no one will come.

She often held a Buddhist scripture under the tree and looked at it, and this look was to look at it day after day, day after day, year after year.

In early winter, the warmth of autumn has not yet passed. A few dead leaves hung lonely on the branches, swaying with the dry wind.

The warm sunlight spilled down through the dense foliage, turning it into a golden spot.

The monk under the tree was dressed in snow-white plain clothes, as if he was about to turn into an immortal.

——

The wide sleeves embroidered with proud snow white plums hang down, and the long and slender mouth of the tin pot exudes a clear and mellow aroma.

Yue Ying lowered his eyebrows, his eyebrows were condensed with wind, frost and snow, he was in a restaurant in the hustle and bustle of the city, the front was a vendor shouting and selling, and the back was a drunkard who carnivaled with wine, and he was not a little tacky, like a proud snow plum with mud branches.

My friend looked at Yue Ying, who hadn't touched the wine cup since she sat down, with some confusion, "Why doesn't Young Master Yue drink it?" ”

Yue Ying came back to her senses and waved her hand, "No." ”

"Oh?" The arm of the friend serving the wine trembled almost invisibly, and the white and flawless wine cup stirred up ripples in a circle.

He asked, "But you don't like it?" ”

Yue Ying didn't speak, but looked out the window.

My friend finally noticed Yue Ying's abnormality, and she was so unrelenting that no one could guess what he was thinking, as if she had changed someone.

My friend cautiously asked, "Gongzi Yue has something on his mind, why don't you tell me about it?" ”

Yue Ying's gaze paused at the wine glass, and asked with an unpredictable expression, "Is Yonghe'an far away from Lanzhou?" ”

Of course, Yonghean is far away from Lanzhou, and it will take more than three days to speed up the horse.

Maybe Yue Ying also felt that her question was ridiculous, and lowered her eyebrows and chuckled.

My friend asked, "What is the son-in-law going to Yonghean to do?" ”

There was a dark light in Yue Ying's eyes: "See an old man." ”

That old man will make Yue Ying look so fascinated, I'm afraid it's not an old person, but a sweetheart.

"Hmm......" Yue Ying was a little depressed and wanted to get the wine cup, but suddenly retracted her hand when she thought of something, "Why am I so cheap?" ”

Other monks don't care about him at all, and he doesn't even say a word when he leaves, which shows that he is nothing in the monk's heart.

Thinking about it like this, Yue Ying couldn't control the surging anger and extremely strong unwillingness, he was not a stalker, but he didn't want to let the monk go like this.

Yue Ying's voice was very small, and his friend didn't hear it clearly, so he asked suspiciously.

Yue Ying, who raised his head, suddenly cracked his mouth and smiled, a wave of paranoia welled up in his eyebrows, and he smiled and said: "You said that if you like someone, but that person doesn't like you, or even hates you, but you really like it tightly, what should I do?" ”

I am not looking for joy, but joy

(End of chapter)