To keep alive, I tempt Buddhists to lose control every day

Thousand Buddha Temple has a history of thousands of years.

It is adjacent to Yunxi Mountain and belongs to the same mountain range.

With God's blessing, the incense has never stopped burning even in times of war.

Every day, there is an endless stream of devout believers coming here to worship Buddha.

Compared with the busy front hall, a quiet square courtyard was built near the temple.

Outside the gate, there were several bodyguards in black guarding.

In the inner courtyard, in a small Buddhist temple, a woman with Buddhist beads on her hands knelt devoutly on a mat, chanting the Great Compassion Mantra to eliminate karma.

Fu Chenzhou knelt down and bowed to her respectfully, "I'll come to see you next year."

The woman who was chanting the sutras seemed not to hear what he said. She just tightened her hands secretly while moving the Buddhist beads.

She remained kneeling until Fu Chenzhou left, and the sound of chanting never stopped, as if there was nothingness between heaven and earth.

Outside the yard, Qin Jin was leaning against the car smoking.

The mountain breeze blew away the smell of cigarettes quickly.

In fact, he seldom smoked, and since Fu Chenzhou didn't smoke, he gradually quit.

I only smoke one in social occasions or when I feel bored.

However, the most difficult thing today was the man who was walking out of the yard.

Qin Jin threw away the cigarette, stomped it out with one foot, and walked over quickly, "Boss Fu, are you okay? Do you need to call Doctor Qin over?"

"fine."

Fu Chenzhou got into the car expressionlessly and closed his eyes to rest.

Qin Jin was driving in front, checking the situation behind from time to time through the central rearview mirror.

"Just focus on driving." The deep and hoarse voice was filled with undisguised world-weariness.

"How about we go to the hospital?"

Unable to bear Qin Jin's nagging, Fu Chenzhou raised his voice and said, "You're not going to die, why are you going to the hospital?"

"Isn't it too late to go to the hospital when you are about to die?" Qin Jin complained in a low voice.

"If anyone is going to die, it's me. Why are you worrying about me?" Fu Chenzhou stared at the back of his head with his eyes wide open.

He began to sweat and spoke in a lower voice, "Today is Qingming Festival, can we say something auspicious?"

Fu Chenzhou raised his hand and rubbed his temple hard.

"What's auspicious? I wish you a happy Qingming Festival, or a promotion and wealth?"

Seeing that he still had the energy to curse, Qin Jin's worries finally dissipated a little.

The journey was not far, and the car soon drove into the Yunxi Mountain Villa.

In the house, Niu Niang's heart finally settled down when she saw someone coming back.

"Oh, Master, you left without even saying hello. Miss Jiang was so worried that she fainted. Go to her room and take a look."

Just as Niu Niang was about to push his back and urge him to go upstairs, Qin Jin quickly grabbed her wrist.

"Niu Niang, is lunch ready? We are all hungry."

Niu Niang raised her hand and patted Qin Jin's back vigorously. "Don't worry, Niu Niang made oxtail stew for you today. It's a good way to nourish yourself. There are also mugwort cakes. You can take some home later and put them in the freezer. When you want to eat them, just take them out and steam them."

Qin Jin grinned in pain and said, "Niu Niang, your grip is still that strong."

"Farmers use hoes every day, and their hands are not strong enough, how can they do farm work?" Niu Niang smiled and patted him on the back again, "Young man, if you can't stand being beaten, how can you get married in the future?"

"Niu Niang, I want to marry a gentle man who won't treat me like a punching bag."

"You just know how to talk nonsense." Niu Niang put her hands on her hips and laughed at him, "The young master already has a girlfriend. Why don't you find a gentle woman to be your wife?"

Qin Jin touched the back of his head embarrassedly, "It's not our destiny yet, it's not our destiny yet."

As he said this, he held Niu Niang's shoulders again and pushed her to the kitchen.

After taking two steps, he turned around and looked at Fu Chenzhou.

Fu Chenzhou has already walked to the second floor.

He came to the door of Jiang Yu's room, raised his hand and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Worried that something might happen to her, he turned the doorknob but it wasn't locked.

He opened the door, walked to the bedside, and looked at the person curled up in bed, wrapping himself up like a silkworm, "Aren't you afraid of suffocating to death?"

He pulled down the quilt, revealing a little face that was slightly red from the heat.

"On Qingming Festival, can you say something auspicious? Don't sound so sad." Jiang Yu frowned, and seemed to be feeling unwell, and his speech lacked energy.

Hearing her say the same thing as Qin Jin, he did not retort, but just reached out and touched her forehead, "Are you catching a cold?"

"Well, I went hiking this morning. I guess I caught a cold from the mountain breeze."

She spoke weakly and wanted to bury her head under the quilt again.

"Keep the air circulating. Isn't it stuffy under the quilt?" Seeing her groggy look, he advised, "I'll ask Doctor Qin to come and see you. You can't delay a minor illness."

"I'm not sick..." She moved her lips, but she felt uncomfortable, so she swallowed her aggrieved words.

When it comes to men's dysmenorrhea, I can't empathize with them.

After going downstairs, Fu Chenzhou found Qin Jin and said, "Call your elder brother over."

Qin Jin's expression changed drastically, "Boss Fu, is this your injury..."

"No, Jiang Yu's condition isn't very good. Let's ask Doctor Qin to come and take a look to be on the safe side."

"Well, I'll call him now. When he arrives, he can take care of your injury."

Dr. Qin is the Fu family's family doctor and Qin Jin's elder brother.

Today is Qingming Festival, which is supposed to be a holiday. Qin Jin's call can be regarded as a family relationship, which is more appropriate.

After the contact was made, Qin Jin said that his elder brother would not arrive for two hours.

After all, this place is too far from the city, and it takes more than an hour to drive there, not to mention the time wasted on the road due to traffic jams.

Qin Jin ate a lot at lunch time.

Fu Chenzhou hardly moved his chopsticks, looked very bad, said he had no appetite and went back to his room to rest.

Looking at his back, Qin Jin became even more worried.

Qin Jin picked up his phone and took a look at it. After hesitating for a moment, he stood up and went upstairs.

He came to Jiang Yu's room, raised his hand to knock on the door, but after thinking for a while, he finally put his hand down.

He took out his phone, typed a string of text and sent it.

Turn around and go downstairs.

Jiang Yu, wrapped in the quilt, heard the message ringtone and picked up his phone to check.

Qin Jin sent: Please stay with Mr. Fu tonight and don’t leave him alone.

What do you mean?

Before, Qin Jin called her and asked her to pretend to be sick.

Although dysmenorrhea is uncomfortable, it is not necessary to see a doctor.

She lied that she caught a cold while hiking, and deliberately wrapped herself in the quilt, causing herself to have a fever.

Doctor Qin came, but he went to treat Fu Chenzhou's back wound.

"Brother, use some strong medicine, you will get better quickly."

Qin Jin urged him, causing Doctor Qin to turn around and glare at him coldly, "You're a doctor, so you should do it."

"Brother, I hope Mr. Fu gets better soon."

"Your hope will only hasten your President Fu's death."

"Okay, okay, big brother, today is Qingming Festival, can we say something auspicious?"

After treating the wound, Dr. Qin prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs and reminded him, "If you are injured, you must seek medical treatment in time. Mr. Fu, I hope I won't have to treat the same injury for you again next year."

During the whole process, Fu Chenzhou didn't say a word.

Doctor Qin sighed helplessly.