Quick Transmigration: White Moonlight Self-Rescue Guide

When Qi Xinzhu was walking on the winding path leading to the back mountain, he heard the screams of some animals. Perhaps in the eyes of humans, this was a rest time, but not to them.

Fuzi was a little timid, followed behind Qi Xinzhu, and asked tremblingly: "Master, do we have to choose this time to go?"

He no longer hopes to dissuade him now, but even if it is another time, it will be fine.

Only then did Qi Xinzhu realize that the temperature in the mountains was too low at night. He thought he was wearing thick enough clothes, but he shivered from the cold, and the breath he exhaled was white.

He didn't want to go out at such a time, but the task had to be done after all, and he was worried that Zhao Mingjing would freeze to death overnight in such a cold day.

He walked to the foot of the mountain and took the bundle that Fuzi was leading, which contained the clothes he ordered to pack and some food to fill his belly.

He took a brighter lamp in his hand and said, "You don't have to go, just stand here and wait for me for a while."

Fuzi's neck, which had been shrunk in fear just now, suddenly stretched out, and said stiffly, "It's okay, I have to go, otherwise the burden will be too heavy."

Qi Xinzhu patted him on the shoulder, and said in a sad tone: "Don't come, you have to guard for me, lest someone break into our personal relationship."

Then Qi Hsinchu saw that Fuzi's eyes changed from simply not wanting to be abandoned to shock, disbelief and betrayal.

He might be thinking to himself, since he has been with Master Guoshi for the past few days, since when did the two of them have an affair?

Qi Hsinchu didn't say anything more, he carried his burden, the road ahead was a bit steep, he leaned on a branch, and climbed up cautiously.

The fabric at the hem made him extremely inconvenient. He originally wanted to change to something lighter, but it turned out that his wardrobe was full of this pattern.

Zhao Mingjing was kneeling upright under the benevolent and kind-looking Buddha. His face was like water, and everything around him was dark. For some reason, a sentence that was always on the lips of Miaofa suddenly flashed in his mind, as long as there is a Buddha in his heart, the Buddha will bless him. to you. '.

He raised his head and glanced at the stone that looked like a reclining Buddha. Then he had been practicing painstakingly for most of his life. Why didn't the Buddha let him out of the sea of ​​suffering?

When he was very young, he really believed that everything was determined by God, as long as he believed in the Buddha wholeheartedly, then one day the Buddha would help him overcome all hardships.

But later he found that no matter how sincere he was, no matter what he suffered, that face was always smiling, his eyes were half-closed, and there was a smile on his brow, but it seemed that his eyes were not looking at the world at all.

Only then did he realize that everything is useless. Except for a very small number of so-called monks who really believe in it, how many people really believe in it.

Therefore, he always felt that no Buddha would come to save him if he waited so hard. The only way to be reliable is to fight for what he wants.

He was full of thoughts, and the cold gradually hit him. Although he had kung fu, his physical body was still unable to completely resist the severe cold, and he gradually felt the bone-chilling chill.

He suddenly thought of that Pu Hui. Originally, he didn't want to cause trouble, and he never paid attention to his petty troubles, but recently he was thinking that this person really shouldn't be kept.

What kind of death should be arranged for him? When he thought of this, he suddenly felt a lot better. Whether he accidentally fell off the cliff, was entangled to death by a poisonous snake, or was burned to death.

No, it seems all too easy.

His expression was rarely relaxed, and there seemed to be a smile on his lips, but no one would guess what he was thinking.

The moment Qi Xinzhu saw him, his legs went limp, and he bent over and panted for a while.

Then he continued to walk forward with the burden on his shoulders. He was dressed in white, a bit conspicuous in the boundless darkness.

Zhao Mingjing saw him the second he appeared, he frowned, what was he doing here?

Could it be because of what happened last time that you came to trouble him?

He looked around. In this place, even if he is a high-ranking national teacher, it is too easy for him to destroy the corpse.

Falling from here, his body will be eaten up by falcons and wild boars the next day.

In fact, he was a little confused about this person. From the beginning to the end, he didn't know what the purpose of this was?But he didn't want anything to do with him.

But why did he suddenly appear here, why did he show his favor to him for no reason before?But he knew that in his world, pure kindness would not appear.

Qi Xinzhu couldn't see his expression clearly, but it wasn't too important, for him, even if he could see clearly, he didn't seem to have any expression.

He opened the bag, and the contents inside were very simple, a super thick padded jacket and a set of knee pads, and the rest was a little food.

He lowered his head to take out the things and said, "You put this on first."

If this person really knelt for three days and three nights alive, his knees would definitely be worn out.

It was obviously unrealistic to bring meals in this situation, so he took out two big steamed buns and some dessert fruits.

"I don't bring much to eat, and I'll bring you warm ones tomorrow."

Even when Zhao Mingjing was kneeling, he could still see his bowed hair and pointed chin. He was sitting on the ground, his face was still a little red, and he was sweating after walking like this, which shows how poor this person is.

His focus suddenly shifted, and he was thinking that it would be impossible to deliver hot meals to Qi Xinzhu at the speed of Qi Xinzhu.

Qi Xinzhu was a little annoyed when he saw that he was not moving or talking, as if he was talking to a stone statue.

He stared at him in silence for a second, threw things beside him angrily, and then threw the winter coat on him.

"Whether you like to use it or not."

On the way to turn around, Zhao Mingjing heard him complaining in a low voice, but he couldn't hear what he was talking about.

His eyelashes trembled, and he looked at his back, deeply puzzled.

He moved his fingers, and it was full of rough calluses, which were left over from his work since he was a child. He picked up the kneepad that Qi Xinzhu threw in front of him. The outside was a thick layer of lambskin, and the inside It was some kind of very soft fur, he had never used anything so fine.

When the knee pad touched his hand, there was a soft and slightly itchy touch, which made people feel unreal, just like what happened just now.

Why did he come to help him when he treated him so well? He didn't believe that there was unwarranted kindness in this world, but he really couldn't find a reason for Qi Xinzhu.

The cold wind in the mountains was indeed bleak, and there was the sound of leaves being blown by his ears, and he couldn't hold back and fell asleep at some point.

He was wearing the warm clothes that Qi Hsinchu brought yesterday, and his life was not difficult, but the food was indeed untouched.

When he woke up, he suddenly smelled an unusual smell, and he realized that he had almost lost his due vigilance.

But when I opened my eyes, everything was the same, the mountain was still the same mountain, and the Buddha was still the same Buddha, but there was a food box in an open space some distance away from me, which exuded the aroma of hot food.

It was only when Zhao Mingjing got up that he realized that his body was almost stiff, and there was a faint pain in his knee, but because he was wearing knee pads, the problem was not serious.

He opened the mahogany carved food box, he was the only one who had such a thing in the whole temple.

Unbelievably, surprise flashed across his eyes, the food inside was still really hot, and steam was smoldering after the lid was opened.

He watched the point of white smoke swaying tremblingly in the cold wind, and finally picked up the chopsticks with his stiff and cold hands.

Qi Xinzhu was sitting on the bed grinning in pain, he hugged his leg, "Take it easy."

Fuzi carefully moved his hand away, blew on him, and then slowly applied the medicine to him.

"Master, I just said don't go so late, you still have to go, the doctor said, now you can't run around in these few days."

Today's food was of course delivered by Fuzi. Yesterday when Qi Xinzhu was going down the mountain, he accidentally scratched his leg by a vine protruding from the roadside. The plant had sharp teeth. He didn't pay attention yesterday, and the thorns were quite deep. There were bursts of piercing pain.

Qi Hsinchu sighed, feeling sad.

While applying the medicine, Fuzi said in a low voice: "I see, the master can choose someone he likes." In this world, it is nothing new for officials to keep male pets in captivity. He has also seen many male couples. Shami was originally nothing.

But after so many days, he can figure it out, that person is not a elm-headed person, but he just doesn't appreciate it at all. According to him, for a person as good as his master, it's better to be liked by someone else.

Qi Xinzhu had no choice but to smile wryly, can he decide this thing?He can't help it either.

Fuzi took advantage of his inattention to finish the last bandage, and he exclaimed again, hugging his leg. This body also seemed to be highly sensitive to pain, and he felt physiological tears overflowing.

Fuzi looked at him and frowned, as if he also hated iron for being weak.

He finally sighed, silently packing up the remaining medicines as if compromising, and said, "Then don't move the food delivery master for a few days, I'll just go and deliver it to that person."

Fuzi didn't have a good impression of him, and even felt that it was because of him that Qi Hsinchu couldn't even walk now, and every time he got to a place far away from him, he put down his things and left in a hurry.

As the sun rose and set, the cloudy and sunny conditions in the mountains changed unknowingly, and Zhao Mingjing's back gradually became unable to straighten.

Fortunately, there are things sent by Qi Xinzhu. Compared with so many times before, it is not difficult.

He was about to stand up when he met Fuzi who came to deliver the food. He knew that this person was Qi Hsinchu's servant, and the two of them had nothing to do together all day long.

When he turned his neck, he could clearly hear the sound of his bones rubbing against each other.

He stared at Fuzi's movements in silence for a long time, and said hoarsely, "What about him?"

His voice was extremely rough, and it took Fuzi careful distinction for a while before he understood what he meant.

He said angrily: "It's not because I came to deliver clothes to you. The master has stabbed his legs, and he can't get out of bed and walk now."

In fact, these words were somewhat exaggerated, but subconsciously he felt that the master was the most honorable, and he shouldn't hurt himself for such a person.

There was a trace of surprise in Zhao Mingjing's eyes. These days, when he found that Qi Xinzhu had never appeared again, he thought about many possibilities.Maybe it was because he was tired and felt that it was boring to tease him, but this was the only thing he hadn't thought about.

Fuzi actually wanted to scold him a few more words, but when he looked at him again, his eyelashes drooped again, and after a pause of two seconds, he stared blankly at him.

As if still digesting, he didn't seem to believe that anyone would be so kind to him.

He went in and out of the temple these days, and saw how everyone treated him. Sometimes he also felt that he was not happy, and he had to bear such a tragic fate since he was born.

But people always protect their shortcomings.

His cheeks were puffed up, and he looked at him with some resentment, and finally said nothing, packed his things and left.