Monk, this child is yours

"Then... what should we do then?" The shortest man took a few steps back and asked in horror.

"What are you afraid of? I'm going to see if there is anyone in the carriage. You two stay here first. If there is any emergency, remember to come and help." The strong man directed the two younger brothers while walking towards the carriage.

"Yes, boss." The two younger brothers replied in unison.

Ye Qingshuang looked nervously at the strong man walking towards the carriage, and clenched the hand holding the prayer beads, "Really let them enter the carriage?"

Wu Jian shook his head, bent his knees, sat cross-legged, began to meditate, and silently recited scriptures.

Ye Qingshuang couldn't help but get closer to Wujian when she heard the beautiful scripture, and sat closer to Wujian. The moment the three people under the tree heard the scripture, they began to fall asleep, and they were so sleepy that they could hardly open their eyes. eyes.

The strong man blinked before he walked to the carriage, and opened his eyes as hard as he could, but he was so sleepy that he couldn't open them at all. He fell directly on his face and let out a "boom".

The two younger brothers not far away also tilted their bodies and fell directly to the ground.

When Wu Jian stopped reciting scriptures silently, Ye Qingshuang sighed comfortably: "What scripture did the master just recite?"

"Clear Heart Sutra." Wu Jian replied indifferently.

"What should the three of them do?" Ye Qingshuang was puzzled. He read scriptures at the same time to prevent their carriage from being robbed, but what about the three who fell asleep on the ground?

Wu Jian smiled gently and did not answer.

Ye Qingshuang grabbed the Buddhist beads in Wu Jian's hand and jumped down the tree trunk with Wu Jian, and Yan Huayan caught a skinny pheasant just in time to come back.

Yan Huayan came back and saw the three people lying on the ground in torn clothes, and asked suspiciously, "But met refugees?"

"Hmm." Ye Qingshuang explained to Yan Huayan what happened just now.

After hearing this, Yan Huayan started cooking pheasant without saying anything.

I can't eat chicken without food, I can only eat the dry food I brought with me.

After the three of them were full, they rested in their respective positions.

Yan Huayan and Wu Jian easily brought the three of them who had fallen asleep into the dilapidated Jinghua Temple.

Jinghua Temple is very large, probably several times the size of Hanran Temple. In front of it are high stone steps, and then the gate of Jinghua Temple. Because no one repaired it, the gate has disappeared, only the wooden threshold is still there. .

Ye Qingshuang stepped into the threshold, looked at the overgrown yard, and took a few steps back abruptly. The grass in the yard was almost half a meter high.

There is a large incense burner in the middle of the courtyard, the incense burner is already rusty, and there is no incense ash in it, but there is a lot of rain.

Three sides of this courtyard lead to different Buddhist halls.

They walked through the courtyard, bypassed three Buddhist halls, and came to the back hall where pilgrims and monks lived.

The room was like a haunted house, with drafts everywhere, Ye Qingshuang felt the urge to touch his forehead.

No wonder even the refugees are unwilling to come to such a broken, dirty, and barren place. What can they do here?

Yan Huayan pointed to the stone bench by the release pool, and said to Ye Qingshuang: "Sir, sit here first, and Master Wujian and I can clean up."