Monk, this child is yours

Because of the stories of those 36 people and the scriptures they had read to the refugees everywhere, the refugees and even the local villagers in Ye City already knew that there was an eminent monk from the capital in Jinghua Temple who had no Dharma title and would give food. Plants and food will be donated every five days.

They spread word of mouth, and even the refugees who came nearby heard about Wujian.

Therefore, villagers from nearby cities came to Ye City one after another.

Of course, after the 36 refugees returned, they were stopped by rascals and even robbed. Fortunately, the three brothers Zhang Wu and Yan Huayan rescued them, and they were able to go back safe and sound and plant potatoes.

When they planted potatoes and got the first batch of harvest, they held the potatoes and knelt down to the sky, and began to recite the scriptures that Wu Jian had read every day, and told acquaintances that talking about Master Wu Jian almost Those who have no biography are like gods.

Occasionally, when there was no donation of food and grain seeds, there were still refugees who came to Jinghua Temple to inquire about news, but they were blocked by Zhang Wu and the others from Jinghua Temple.

Wu Jian told Zhang Wu that the donation of potatoes and seeds can only be done once every five days, and those who have come once cannot come again. Therefore, when giving alms, the Yanhuayan will record the household registration and name of the villagers.

They were very busy because of the donation, and Ye Qingshuang didn't have too much leisure, one day when he and Wu Jian were working in the vegetable field, they directly fainted to the ground, which frightened Yan Huayan, and Wu Jian was also full of worries.

In desperation, both of them wanted to pick up Ye Qingshuang who had fainted on the ground, but Yan Huayan finally gave in and took a step back and said, "Master Wu Jian, hurry up and take Young Master back to the house. Let me see how Young Master is doing now."

Wu Jian nodded, picked up Ye Qingshuang easily, walked through the vegetable garden to the house where Ye Qingshuang usually lived, carefully placed Ye Qingshuang on the bed, took a look at Ye Qingshuang with her eyes closed, and gave Yan Huayan some distance, "Benefactor Yan , please take a look at Ye Shizhu's situation."

Yan Huayan nodded, sat on the side of the bed, felt Ye Qingshuang's pulse, and finally said to Wu Jian after a long time: "My lord is fine, I just haven't had a good rest."

Wu Jian nodded, Yan Huayan glanced at Wu Jian, then got up and told Wu Jian that he had something to go out.

The rest of Wujian watched Ye Qingshuang quietly for a long time, then sat down, stood up, closed his eyes, twirled the prayer beads in his hands, and began to recite the scriptures silently.

Ye Qingshuang opened her eyes, turned her head to the side and saw Wu Jian who was sitting beside her, closed her eyes and opened them again with peace of mind, the feeling of sleepiness in her body was swept away.

He didn't expect that he would faint, but he has indeed slept a lot less recently than before, and his stomach is more obvious than before. Counting the time, the child in his stomach is almost four months old, and he came to this world since April. Into the not-so-hot mid-September.

The weather is occasionally hot, but not stuffy.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingshuang couldn't help sighing, she has been in this world for so long, she seems to be on the road all the time, she doesn't know when she will be able to be quiet, like in college, playing games and reading books every day.

"When is the benefactor thinking?" Wu Jian interrupted Ye Qingshuang's meditation. Ye Qingshuang looked at Wu Jian and shook his head, "It's nothing."

He stared at Wujian's face for a while, then remembered that Han Feixue was the son of General Beiguan, and said, "Since Master knows that he is Han Feixue, do you know that Han Feixue is the son of Han Jin, General of Beiguan? ..." He was worried that the recent donation of potatoes would attract Han Jin's attention.

Before Ye Qingshuang could finish speaking, she said without a word: "It's nothing."

These two words made it difficult for Ye Qingshuang to say anything, so Ye Qingshuang stopped talking.

His intuition has always been accurate, and it is inevitable for him to have such worries, but he did not expect his worries to come so quickly.