Quick Transmigration: White Moonlight Self-Rescue Guide

When Zhao Mingjing came back, it was already completely dark, he missed the meal as a matter of course, and it was his fault, no one would care about him.

With a cold face, he stacked the last basket of firewood neatly outside the yard, skillfully.

When he just wiped the sweat off his forehead and stood up, he suddenly saw Pu Hui walking over and gave him a vicious look, as if he had done something to offend him.

He doesn't have any expression, and he doesn't deliberately seek the reason. Such unreasonable malice is very common in his life, so common that he doesn't need to spend time to find out why.

At least there was no deep hatred between him and Pu Hui from the beginning to the end, but he just took pleasure in bullying him.

But today seemed a little unusual. When he was returning to his room, the abbot, Master Miaofa, suddenly walked up to him. He always had a bit of compassion on his face. He frowned and said, "I know Puhui I have often bullied you recently, I have already punished him, and I hope there will be no more troubles between you in the future."

Zhao Mingjing listened with his head down, his long eyelashes covered his eyes, making it difficult to see the expression clearly, but he was puzzled, this matter was almost well-known in the monastery, but no one ever mentioned it.

Qi Hsinchu waited and watched from a distance, and this time he should appreciate something.

He never thought that Zhao Mingjing closed the door indifferently one second after watching Master Miaofa leave, Qi Xinzhu hadn't had time to approach him and say a few words, and based on the positions of the two of them, he must have seen him.

Qi Hsinchu: ...

Fuzi watched this scene anxiously, stood beside him and said cautiously, "Master, are you going back?"

As a malevolent star, he was despised by the royal family, and it was almost a blessing to be able to come to the Reclining Buddha Temple for transformation. Of course, he would not receive any preferential treatment. Zhao Mingjing's status here is the most ordinary novice monk, and other novice monks also have promotion channels. But he didn't, he could only repeat this kind of life day after day.

However, the reason why he, as the lowest novice, can have his own private room is because no one wants to live with him, and everyone is afraid of getting something bad.

In this way, he can only endure day by day. When he is 20 years old and crowned, he will go through a holy water test, that is, walk into the prepared holy water with his whole body naked. Penance has already removed the evil spirit of blood on his body, if there is any remaining evil on his body, he will be completely corroded by the holy water, and finally become a pile of residue in front of everyone.

But coincidentally, the person who performed this divine ceremony was him, the most honored national teacher of Dachen Kingdom.

But now the most honorable national teacher of Dachen Kingdom is still worried about how to have a word or two with the protagonist.

A few days ago, he went to deliver meals to Zhao Mingjing every day, sometimes he went in person, sometimes he sent Fuzi there, but he didn't care.

Recently, Fuzi looked at him like a pervert. He probably thought he was crazy. He fell in love with a young monk in a royal monastery, and was repeatedly rejected.

Qi Hsinchu sat by the window, looked at the lush green outside, sighed faintly, looked at Fuzi and said, "Do you want to eat meat?"

Fuzi's eyes lit up, and then he lowered his voice, looked around and said, "Master, this is a temple, where killing is prohibited."

Qi Xinzhu said: "Of course we don't kill animals here, we go to the back mountain."

When Fuzi followed Qi Xinzhu to the back mountain, he suddenly felt even worse, and his expression was even more painful than before.

Although there was no one here, but the benevolent and benevolent face of the "Buddha" was facing them directly, and he always felt as if someone was staring at them.

He tugged Lacy Hsinchu's sleeve, and said with a sad expression, "Master, why don't we stop eating."

Of course Qi Xinzhu didn't do it, besides, he didn't believe it at all, and said, "Then we all came here."

Fuzi discussed with bitterness on his face, and said, "Why don't we change places." Killing animals here is like running naked on the street.

Qi Xinzhu seemed to ponder for a while, seeing that he really couldn't stand it, and finally decided to accept it with great pain.

Then Fuzi's hanging heart finally let go, but he followed Qi Xinzhu around the back mountain circle after circle, and Qi Xinzhu didn't stop.

He seemed to be looking for someone, but Fuzi didn't dare to ask.

Although Qi Hsinchu doesn't have much skill in this world, his dart throwing accuracy is very good. After two laps, he has now hunted two pheasants.

There were even animals fleeing in front of his eyes in a panic. Qi Xinzhu threw out the dagger, which happened to be stuck in the right leg of a fat gray rabbit.

As soon as he waved his hand, Fuzi rushed over to collect his prey.

Qi Xinzhu wiped the blood on the dagger, and said in a puzzled tone, "Why are there so many animals here, and they can't escape, and they are so easy to catch."

Fuzi tremblingly glanced at the Buddha on his head, and thought, "You don't even look at this place, except for them, who would have the audacity to come here to hunt."

Fuzi carried two pheasants and a rabbit in his hand, and Qi Hsinchu finally led him around the mountain.

In the end, he found nothing, Qi Xinzhu could only sigh, and found a flat and open place at the foot of the mountain to start a fire.

This place has exceeded the boundaries of the Reclining Buddha Temple, and because of the steep terrain, it looks extremely remote, but since ancient times, the scenery in places that have been inaccessible has not been bad.

Here too, the green mountains and clear waters reflect the luxuriant grass, and occasionally one or two birds fly by.

Qi Xinzhu pointed to a place to sit cross-legged, and Fuzi followed to find firewood to start a fire. He worked hard. After all, it was a good thing that the national teacher did not choose to be under the head of the Buddha. As long as he was not facing the Buddha, he could do anything.

Qi Hsinchu's barbecue level is actually average, and most of them are some experience gained from escaping in the apocalyptic world.

He can only cook things, but they are not delicious.

Fuzi came forward and said, "Master, I can barbecue. I worked as a restaurant assistant for a period of time when I was bought into the National Teacher's Mansion, and I learned a little bit secretly."

Qi Xinzhu's face immediately turned from cloudy to sunny, "Not bad, you, it seems that I chose you to bring here is a wise thing."

Fuzi giggled, and he was still quite happy in his hands as he continued to make ends meet. For some reason, he always felt that Master Zongxing was not as condescending and unkind as he imagined.

Everyone changed, of course it was different, Qi Hsinchu didn't know what he was thinking, instead he got up and found some spices nearby, and it would taste better when roasted with the meat.

The sound of the firewood burning beeps and crackles, arousing the smell of vanilla, which fully interprets what is called Ten Miles of Fragrance.

Qi Hsinchu was holding a chicken drumstick in his hand, with only a little salt and cumin sprinkled on it, but the pure meat flavor mixed with spices actually tasted good.

He took a sip, and Fuzi really didn't lie to him, the leg meat was firm, the roasted ones were charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and there was even plenty of juice inside.

He said: "Don't do it, you can eat it too." Anyway, he hunted so many things.

Fuzi hesitated for a long time, and finally saw that Qi Xinzhu was not joking, and finally picked up a piece of roasted meat that was not very good and started to eat it.

Qi Hsinchu actually only ate one leg. He just wanted to satisfy his hunger, and he was not too hungry. In the end, almost all the food went into Fuzi's stomach.

But in the end, Qi Hsinchu still left a chicken leg, wrapped several layers with lotus leaves to seal its meaty aroma and oil, after all, this kind of thing is a typical contraband in this kind of place.

Fuzi was also full, but looking at Hsinchu's actions, after getting to know him these days, he seemed to already know what his national teacher was going to do.

And, maybe, this trip was not because the national teacher wanted to eat, but to find someone.

His face was pale, and his brows were furrowed all the way. He couldn't quite understand why his national teacher would be so interested in a young novice who exudes an aura of not being close to strangers.

And it looks like it's not just for fun, it seems to be very serious.

Just as they left, Zhao Mingjing's figure appeared in a hill in the distance. If Qi Xinzhu were here, he would find that his clothes were completely different from what he saw in the temple. Now he was wearing a purple brocade robe, Her hair was braided and tied up, her brows were wanton and stern, like a knight-errant from somewhere.

But the rebellious knight-errant also smelled the smell of barbecue floating in the air, and his Adam's apple rolled involuntarily.

He was too hasty to go out this time, and he didn't have time to eat, and he went back late yesterday, and he didn't catch up with Su Zhai, but in his eyes, appetite is not important.

But when he returned to his room, his face suddenly became more condensed.

He saw that the leaf by the door had shifted, it was placed there before he went out, and he clearly remembered its location, but now it has indeed been moved, which means that someone has been in this room.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, is that idiot Puhui coming to cause trouble again? Will he lift the quilt and crawl out a few more poisonous snakes?

Or take away all his bedding?

He cautiously entered the room and checked carefully, but found that nothing had changed. He only saw an extra chicken leg wrapped in lotus leaves on the table by the window.

As for the chicken leg, Qi Hsinchu didn't know if he ate it. Although the taste was not as good as outside, it was hard to come by. I don't know if he wasted it, but he felt that the chance of it wasting was very high.

The night gradually deepened, and the night in the mountains became more windy and dewy. Qi Hsinchu's qi deficiency became more severe here. He was afraid of heat during the day and cold at night.

Sometimes I have to take a break to catch my breath after walking a few steps. Later, Fuzi always carried a small fan with him, fanning him every once in a while, and paying attention to where there are shady places along the way.