Fuchen looked at Chang'an's blood-covered hand holding his hand, and then looked at Chang'an's bloodstained and embarrassed appearance, and felt very guilty.

Although Chang'an said that he was fine, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he didn't want to worry about him.

Maybe he gave something to himself, and he was ready to sleep forever.

Fuchen thought of the fat man Zhu he provoked, and let Chang'an take the blame for himself, and his heart was already like 100,000 ants gnawing.

Just as Fuchen was about to explain the truth, Chang'an's hand slowly slid off Fuchen's hand, and his face turned to the side.

"Chang'an, Chang'an, Zhao Chang'an, wake up, wake up, wake up......"

Looking at this, Fuchen gently shouted the other party's name twice, and after no reaction, his voice slowly worsened, and then shook Chang'an's body again.

After working for a long time, seeing that there was still no movement, my heart became more and more anxious.

"I'm such a pig's head. ”

Suddenly, Fuchen slapped his head hard and muttered to himself.

Then Fuchen put his finger on Chang'an's neck and stopped to feel the other party's pulse, and found that there was still movement, and put his finger on the small side of Chang'an's nose, and there was still breathing, and he was suddenly relieved.

After doing this, Fuchen tied the jade pendant back around Chang'an's neck, and then carried him on his back, intending to send him to the hospital.

I didn't dare to delay when I thought of it, so I immediately took action and rushed down the mountain, and finally went down the mountain, but it was difficult to reach the fork in the road at the foot of the mountain.

Because Chang'an had said before that maybe the Zhu family was looking for him everywhere, the medical hall in Nancheng would definitely not be able to go.

After thinking about it for a while at the intersection, he remembered the scene when he was rescued by the abbot master and the little monk Fang Yuan before, so he didn't think much about it, and ran towards Beicheng with Chang'an on his back.

After running for two hours, the sky was already white.

Fuchen finally came to Mingjing Temple with Chang'an on his back, and the breath of pressure in his heart was finally relieved, looking at the plaque of Mingjing Temple.

I looked at the steps under my feet again, and as soon as I relaxed, I felt tired from what I had before.

Step by step, I bent down and walked up the steps, came to the door, held the door with my hand, and after taking a few breaths hard, I felt a little bit of strength.

After resting for a while, he strengthened his body, did not raise his head, only slowly touched up with his hand, and touched the knocker under the shop on the door.

Then grasp it hard, and use all your strength to keep lifting and knocking back and forth, lifting and knocking, and knocking down.

I don't know how long it took, but blood had already come out of the knuckles of Fuchen's fingers.

Finally, the door opened inside, and Fuchen's body fell forward.

When he fell to the ground, Fuchen only saw a vague monk walking towards him, and then slowly blurred until it was dark.

When I woke up, it was already dawn, because I hadn't slept last night, and I had been running for several hours.

Fuchen opened his eyes and only felt that the strong sunlight was particularly dazzling, and he hurriedly raised his hand to block it, but there was a pain in his hand, and he couldn't lift it, so he could only close his eyes.

In the meditation room of the little monk Fang Yuan, Fuchen was lying on it, unconsciously remembering the events of the night.

"Chang'an ......"

The floating dust that was lying on the bed roared, and the upper body immediately bounced up from the bed, followed by a burst of pain through the spine.

Fuchen looked at the surrounding environment, looked around, and didn't find Chang'an's figure, and was a little worried in his heart.

The little monk Fang Yuan pushed the door in with breakfast.

"Fuchen, you've finally woken up!"

Fang Yuan was obviously a little happy to see Fuchen wake up, but he still put the food on the table first.

Fang Yuan put down his meal and walked to the floating dust on the bed, Fang Yuan had grown a lot taller and more handsome than he had been two years ago, but he was still a child.

"Fang Yuan, it turns out that this is your room!"

In fact, the floating dust took a look at Fang Yuan and Master Abbot during the interval of the past two years, and he was also very familiar with Mingjing Temple, and he was often left by Fang Yuan for the night, and when he saw Fang Yuan, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he first woke up, he didn't have time to take care of Chang'an's affairs, so he ignored Fang Yuan's room at this time.

"Did you just find out about the floating dust?"

Fang Yuan sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Fuchen and replied suspiciously.

"I didn't notice it at first!"

"Ah......h

After saying that, Fuchen raised his leg and planned to get off the bed, but although he felt a little numb in his leg, it hurt to move.

But I didn't expect that when I sat on the edge of the bed and was about to step on the ground, I fell to the ground because my legs were numb and I couldn't stand firmly.

"It's okay, do you want to take a look at my master?"

Fang Yuan picked up the floating dust and came to the bedside to sit down and asked with concern.

"It's okay, I just haven't exercised for too long, I ran for a long time last night, and my legs are a little numb. ”

Fuchen pounded his leg and said to Fang Yuan.

"What happened to the man I brought with me yesterday. ”

Thinking of Chang'an, Fuchen was in no mood to care about other things, so he grabbed the little monk's hand and asked.

"It's okay, don't worry, this morning Master said that it would be good to rest for a few days. ”

Fang Yuan said simply.

"That's good. ”

Fuchen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the person also burned to the bed.

"Fortunately, it was Xingjing's nephew who opened the door for you yesterday, and he recognized you and sent you over directly. ”

Fang Yuan said to Fuchen.

"Xingjing's nephew?"

Fuchen asked curiously, although he often came, but out of Fang Yuan and Master Abbot, the others rarely came into contact, and there were so many people in the temple, I really couldn't understand who it was.

"The monk who brought you to see me when you first came?"

Fang Yuan explained to Fuchen.

"I remember, he still called you Uncle Xiao at the beginning!"

Fuchen recalled for a while, and immediately thought of the monk who took him to burn incense and worship the Buddha.

Saying this, Fuchen's stomach growled, and then both of them burst into laughter.

"Hurry up and eat, or you will be guilty of a cold cold." ”

"After eating, I'll go to see Chang'an, and I'll introduce you to a friend. ”

So the two of them devoured breakfast.

Fuchen pushed open the door, looked at the bright sunlight outside, stretched his body, and came to the courtyard next door with Fang Yuan, where the abbot master was.

The courtyard is also like the first time I came to Mingjing Temple, the yard is full of flowers, but the flowers are not the same, and the mood is obviously different from that time.

When I first came, I didn't see the flowers blooming in the courtyard, but I only saw this beautiful scenery after the abbot's master's suggestion, and at this time, the first thing I saw was this courtyard, and I even wanted to stay and observe for a while before I was busy with other things.

Remembering that everything that came to Dongning City was influenced by Master Fangzheng, when he came here again, he was even more grateful to his old man.

When I went up the steps, the door was already open, and I saw the abbot chanting with his back to him.

Coming to the threshold, Fang Yuan raised his feet and was about to cross the threshold, but Fuchen went up the steps and heard the abbot's chanting, his mood was extremely quiet and peaceful, and he naturally stopped before the threshold.

Seeing Fang Yuan asking to go up to say hello, he stretched out his hand in front of Fang Yuan and stopped him.

Fang Yuan's Buddha nature is extremely deep, and he naturally understands the truth of floating dust.

The two of them stood at the door for about two quarters of an hour before the abbot stopped.

"Floating dust, you're here. ”

Master Abbot turned his head and his face was paler than before, but he still looked at Fuchen with a smile as usual.

"Master Abbot. ”

Fuchen folded his hands and waved at the abbot master, maintaining the greatest respect.

"Your partner is in the side room, it's no big deal, you can go and take a look. ”

"Ahem"

Master Abbot pointed to his left hand and said, followed by a cough.

"Master Abbot, how are you?"

"Master!"

Fuchen had already walked to the side room, but when he heard Master Fangzheng's cough, he hurriedly glanced back, and said with nervousness in his concern.

At the same time, the little monk also asked with a slight frown.

"It's okay, Fuchen, you go to see your friend first, Fang Yuan is here to accompany the teacher. ”

The abbot's face returned to his usual face and said.

Although Fang Yuan said that it was okay, Fuchen also believed it, but he was still very nervous in his heart.

When he came to the door, Fuchen pressed his hand on the door but hesitated, remembering the collision between himself and Zhu Fatzi, and then thinking that Chang'an had dragged him all the way last night, and finally appeared that Chang'an was mixed with blood.

Although it has been a long time, thinking about the pot that Chang'an carried for himself, I feel that I have the qualifications to see each other.

Although his hand was on the door, he didn't dare to use a trace of strength, and the guilt in his heart was not harmful to vent.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt uneasy, and unconsciously, Fuchen lowered his head, and tears fell to the ground drop by drop.

Enough tears have flowed, but what should be faced still has to be faced.

The hand gently pushed the door open.

The simple room was filled with the smell of medicinal herbs, and the people lying on the bed were already wrapped in white cloths, and only the sound of even breathing on the bed was left in the quiet room.

Fuchen saw Chang'an, who was covered in white cloth, and was stunned for a moment, and then walked forward quickly.

Chang'an's white face is still clean, and it can be seen that someone has cleaned him at the time, but he is holding a big bag on his head.

There are dark green stains on many places on the body.

Fuchen's heart tightened when he saw this, and he sat on the edge of the bed and held Chang'an's hand, clenching his teeth.

I don't know how long it took to keep this posture, and it wasn't until Fang Yuan came in that the floating dust began to move.

"Fuchen, Master said it's okay, you don't have to worry too much. ”

Fuchen walked in, looked at Chang'an, and then comforted Fuchen.

"Fang Yuan, this is Chang'an, my best friend in Nancheng, I told you before. ”

Fuchen said softly.

Later, Fang Yuan came to the gazebo in the courtyard with the floating dust on the pretext of not disturbing the patient.

Fang Yuan, Fuchen and Master Abbot sat in the pavilion drinking tea and enjoying the flowers, Fuchen often turned his head to look at Master Abbot, and the other party was either sipping tea or looking at the Buddhist scriptures in his hand.

"Fuchen, do you have something to tell me?"

Master Abbot put down the Buddhist scriptures and said to Fuchen, the little monk Fang Yuan was originally enjoying the flowers, but he was also interested in Master Abbot's words, and his head slowly moved to the two of them, and he eavesdropped with his ears pointed.

"I don't know what to say now. ”

Fuchen looked at the abbot master and said.

"Then I thought of it, drink tea, Fang Yuan, drink tea. ”

When the abbot heard Fuchen's words, he picked up the teacup and gestured to Fuchen, and then called Fang Yuan back, and the three of them raised the teacup and drank the cup of tea together.