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"Little guy, don't rush to sigh, let me heal your injury first."

The holy monk Wu Zen sighed softly, then placed his wrinkled hand on the young monk's forehead, and continuously transported pure internal energy into the young monk's body.

After feeling that the young monk's Dantian had been destroyed, his brows wrinkled uncontrollably, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart, a feeling that made it difficult for the holy monk Wu Chan to calm down.

Who is the holy monk Wu Zen? He is praised by the former abbot of the two Zen temples as the person who has the most affinity with the Buddha in thousands of years.

Therefore, the holy monk Wu Zen has been calm and calm since he became sensible, and looks at everything from the perspective of saving all sentient beings.

Therefore, no matter when and where the saintly monk Wu Zen arrives, he can remain calm and composed, and his heart never wavers.

But now, there is an inexplicable feeling of irritability in Saint Monk Wuchan's heart. This feeling is unprecedented for Saint Monk Wuchan. Even at this time, he is not aware of the feeling in his heart. The so-called impetuousness.

"The Dantian has been destroyed. With my current medical skills, I can only heal your injury, but it cannot restore your Dantian."

After a period of treatment, the young monk's internal and external injuries had recovered. However, the abbot of Yinlong Temple was too vicious and directly destroyed the young monk's foundation. Even the holy monk Wuchan could not cure him.

"Master, I..."

"I can't practice anymore, right?"

Even though the little monk had been proficient in Buddhism since he was a child and had developed a warm, pure and peaceful heart, he still couldn't help but get red-eyed after hearing the news.

In order to be able to practice, he followed Chen Ping'an and Jiang Mi and suffered countless hardships, but he persisted.

So far, except for treating injuries during this period, he has never slacked off for a day and worked tirelessly.

However, in just one day, all his previous efforts were in vain.

The little monk is very good, very sensible, very filial, and very kind.

His mind is more mature than many adults.

But he is still a child after all.

Children cannot hold back tears when they lose something important.

The little monk cried. This was the first time since he could remember.

It was also the first time that the little girl saw him cry since she met him, so the little girl cried even harder.

It was in this area that there seemed to be a knot between the eyebrows of Saint Wu Zen, and the inexplicable but unbearable feeling in his heart became more and more intense.

"What does your master do for a living?"

"You have the nerve to say that you are his master!?"

"You can't even protect your own apprentice! What kind of master are you?"

"Forget it if you can't protect your apprentice, you can't cure him now!"

"Did you know that when every injured person he treated thanked him or praised him for being sensible, this silly monk would say that he was taught well by his master, and proudly tell others that his master It’s Wuchen Saint Monk, the Living Bodhisattva of Two Zen Temples!”

"This silly monk was very dumb and stunned. He only knew right and wrong, and never knew fear! When my grandma died, I was very scared, afraid that I would have no relatives! That day, the little monk told me to comfort me that he also had three things The first thing I’m afraid of is that I’m angry, the second thing is that I’m afraid of disappointing Master, and the third thing is that I’m afraid of embarrassing Master!”

"You damn bald donkey! Stinky bald donkey! This silly monk is only afraid of one thing about me, but he's afraid of two things about you. Do you know? Do you know what this means? In his heart, you are even more important than me. !”

The little girl has seen more than once that the little monk was covered in scars and his face was exhausted because of his practice.

So she knew very well how much the young monk valued practice, so when she learned that the young monk could not practice, and when she saw the young monk crying, she became anxious instantly, like an ant on a hot pot.

She didn't want the little monk to cry or be sad. She just wanted the little monk to stay with her happily for the rest of her life!

So, she poured all her fire on Wu Zen Saint Monk. Even when she said these words, she didn't know what she wanted to express, let alone why she said this here, but she just Want to say.

But even her nonsense words made Monk Wu Zen freeze in place. For the first time, another expression other than indifference and kindness appeared on his face full of vicissitudes of life.

An expression called Angry!