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Zhang Qinglan was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and the movement that was about to take a step forward stopped because of this, a little bit of suspicion leaked from his eyes, and he looked at the monk who suddenly appeared.

Ao Zhan quietly covered the young man behind him again, frowned and glanced at the sandalwood beads hanging around the other's neck.

The monk has a young face, a tall stature, and is dressed in plain clothes. The wooden clogs on his feet did not leave any marks on the grass... Combined with the movement he was able to hit the dagger with the wooden beads just now, it must be The kung fu on the body is not much lower.

The young deer nestled obediently in his arms, with only a few pointed antlers protruding from its head, and kept rubbing against the monk's rough linen robe, with a very dependent expression.

Ao Zhan clenched one hand into a fist, with a defensive look on his face. When he saw the other party bowing to salute, he just took a step back expressionlessly, pulled the young man's wrist, and did not respond.

The young monk didn't care about the indifference of the two people in front of him, but nodded to the young man who was far away, and said softly: "I'm sorry." back to the ground.

After calming down the agitated Linglu, the monk took out a two-inch round-bellied porcelain bottle from the cloth bag on his back, lifted the cork that was wrapped in red cloth at the bottle mouth, and poured it out. Squeeze a little brown-yellow powder into the palm.

Immediately afterwards, he put his two fingers together, dipped in the powder, and gently covered the wound on the young deer's front hoof.

The deer seemed to be a little hurt from being stimulated by the medicine powder, and it uttered a few delicate chirps, but it didn't move much, just lying obediently on the grass, letting the monk heal it.

Seeing that the scarlet wound on the fawn's front leg was covered with powder little by little, Zhang Qinglan glanced to the other side absently, only feeling that the incision on her right hand was also aching.

Seeing that the other party seemed to have no intention of chatting, Ao Zhan's face turned pale, he let go of the hand that was holding the young man's wrist bone, stepped forward a few steps, pulled the dagger from the tree trunk, returned to Zhang Qinglan, and handed the handle of the knife to the other party's palm: "Walk."

Zhang Qinglan has always been obedient to Ao Zhan's words, she nodded after taking the dagger, walked to the man's side, pushed the dagger back into the scabbard, and put it away in her sleeve.

But just as the two of them turned around together and were about to leave, the monk who had just healed the young deer stood up and said, "You two benefactors, please stay."

The monk had a gentle voice and a polite manner, and immediately explained his intentions: "The poor monk saw that this little benefactor was still wounded, so it was not appropriate to go on the road immediately."

Hearing this, Ao Zhan turned around, glanced over the other's benevolent eyebrows with scrutiny, and said coldly, "How are you doing?"

Zhang Qinglan stood on the other side pursing her lips and said nothing.

At this moment, the young deer, which was lying prone at the monk's feet, suddenly blew softly, lifted its front hooves wrapped in gauze, stood up unsteadily, and stuck to the monk. Legs, rubbing his head affectionately.

Seeing this, the monk lowered his brows and eyes, and softly recited a Buddha's mantra: "The poor monk happened to be carrying some wound medicine on his body. The benefactor can stay for a while, and it will not be too late to go on the road after the wound is re-bandaged."

The voice fell, causing the two of them to stagnate in unison.

Zhang Qinglan knew that she was wearing Ao Zhan's outer robe, and the overly wide sleeves were hanging down, which happened to cover the wound on her right hand that was covered with broken herbs. From the appearance, she should be no different from ordinary people.

How did this monk know that he was wounded?Can he still see through his robe?

After Zhang Qinglan reacted, his eyes were suddenly stained with a defensive look, showing suspicion.The dagger that was originally hidden in the sleeve fell to the palm of his hand again, and the scabbard had been pushed away by half.

The monk seemed to sense the tense atmosphere for a moment, but his expression remained as calm as water.I lament in my heart that the quacks are really on guard, but they don't show it at all on the surface.

Ao Zhan's expression was gloomy, he let go of his spiritual consciousness and went towards the opponent to test it, but he didn't know whether it was because his mana had not recovered or something else, he could only feel the aura that belonged to the Buddhist sect on the opponent's body, and his cultivation seemed to be deliberately blurred and hidden Generally, it is not clear.

"You two benefactors, don't get me wrong," the young monk looked at his nose and nose, and said indifferently: "The poor monk only has a little knowledge of medical skills, and his natural sense of smell is far more sensitive than ordinary people, so he smelled the smell of this little benefactor. It's just bloody smell...it doesn't have the ability to see things from a distance."

Zhang Qinglan only stood a few steps in front of the monk, heard the words and thought for a moment, then suddenly relaxed his expression, and his expression was calm.Pursing her thin lips lightly, she bowed her hands to the monk as a salute, and then said in a sweeping manner: "It's really a villain's heart."

"Excuse me, Master's name?"

The young monk clasped his hands together as a salute, and said in a gentle voice, "The poor monk's name is Xuanlan."

Ao Zhan crossed his arms and stood aside with a cold face watching the two come and go without saying a word.

Xuanlan nodded towards the two of them, then took out another bottle of wound medicine from her cloth bag, and said to Zhang Qinglan: "Little benefactor, your wound..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ao Zhan with a light snort.

Before Zhang Qinglan could respond, he saw the man in the black and gold narrow-sleeved gown walk out two steps with a cold face, turned over on his back, and sat half-leaning on a thick branch of a big tree nearby, deliberately turning his face away, pretending to be looking into the distance.

Zhang Qinglan didn't change her face, walked under the tree, raised her face and shouted: "Master."

Ao Zhan bent one knee, looked down at the words, and said in a deep voice after a while: "If you want to treat it, you can cure it, don't waste any more time."

The young man got the answer, and then he looked away: "Okay." Then he turned around quickly and walked towards the monk.

Ao Zhan's veins twitched in his forehead, suppressed the irritability in his heart, let out a low hum, and sat leaning against the tree trunk.

Xuanlan kept silent during this period, pretending to be unheard of.

It wasn't until Zhang Qinglan walked in front of her that she raised her eyes and showed her face: "My Buddha is merciful, saving lives and healing the wounded is all merit. Please don't feel too burdened, little benefactor, just relax."

Zhang Qinglan stood in front of Xuanlan, sizing up the young monk without leaving a trace.

Hearing what the other party said, he nodded lightly, rolled up the sleeve on his right hand, and said softly, "Thank you, Master Xuanlan."

The young deer who had been standing next to the two of them was startled by the young man's footsteps, first limped back a few steps, but was soon attracted by the faint fragrance from Zhang Qinglan's body, and dawdled back quietly .

That little deer's spiritual wisdom is not yet opened, and the dark eyes are full of innocence and ignorance.After smelling the good smell of the strange young man in front of him, he subconsciously rubbed against the other's calf with antlers.

Zhang Qinglan looked down at it, but did not avoid it.

Xuanlan noticed this detail, and while untiing the strip of rag wrapped around the young man's arm, he said in a low voice: "The little benefactor has a gentle temperament, so he will naturally be loved by all living beings."

The spirit deer at the foot seemed to want to verify this, and happily approached the young man's feet by half an inch.

Zhang Qinglan received the compliment, but she didn't show any emotion on her face, and said softly: "It's easy to say." Instead, there were a few soft sounds of tree branches being shaken unintentionally not far away.

Xuan Lan kept moving his hands, and from the corner of his eye, he noticed a slight curve in the corner of the young man's mouth.

After removing the broken medicine dregs from Zhang Qinglan's wound, Xuanlan fixed his eyes and carefully distinguished them, only to find that the medicine mixed in the middle is actually very suitable for the disease, and it is hard to find in this mountain.

It's just that the conditions are limited, it is difficult to grind into medicinal powder, and it is only hastily mashed and squeezed out the medicinal juice to apply to the wound, so the medicinal effect cannot be brought into full play.

With appropriate surprise and admiration in his eyes, Xuanlan opened his mouth and told the young man opposite him of his discovery.

After Zhang Qinglan heard it, she still looked indifferent, and nodded cooperatively: "This is a herbal medicine specially picked by my master."

Facing Shang Xuanlan's slightly puzzled eyes, the young man didn't change his face: "I'm actually a male favorite. This trip was to accompany the master to go sightseeing in the mountains and rivers, but accidentally got lost in the deep mountains and came here."

Zhang Qinglan didn't show any guilt when the word "male favorite" came out of her mouth, and she looked confident and confident, which made people deeply suspect that what she heard was not a male favorite, but some personal bodyguard.

After all, Xuanlan is a monk, he regards all beings as equal, the hand holding the young man's forearm did not tremble, and the expression on his face remained unchanged.

After listening to Zhang Qinglan's words, she nodded clearly, and said calmly, "I see." No wonder he was so protective of this young man.

Zhang Qinglan watched Xuanlan slowly and carefully clean up the medicine residue from his wound, revealing the dark red flesh and blood that hadn't fully healed underneath.

The young monk looked serious, his eyelashes drooping, and carefully peeled off the dirty blood clots around the wound, and then opened the other porcelain bottle that he had just taken out of the cloth bag in his hand.

Feeling the dull pain coming from her arm, Zhang Qinglan frowned slightly.After sniffing carefully, I confirmed that the ingredients in it were the most basic anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving medicinal materials, and the nerves that had been tense were relaxed a little.

Xuan Lan lowered his eyebrows, and his whole body was very peaceful. He held his breath and concentrated, poured the light brown medicinal powder in the porcelain bottle, and spread it evenly on the slender knife edge.

The medicinal powder was fine in texture, and soon completely covered the part that hadn't healed, and stopped the wound that was bleeding non-stop due to the secondary tear.

After Xuanlan spread the medicine powder, she took out a roll of clean gauze from the cloth bag, took out a section, and carefully wrapped the wound on the young man's arm.

"Okay." After the healing was completed, the monk let go of Zhang Qinglan's injured right arm, stepped back half a step, put his hands together in front of his chest, and bowed slightly in salute.

Zhang Qinglan moved her wrist a few times, felt the coolness of the wound, and bowed to Xuanlan in return: "Thank you, Master."

Xuanlan smiled slightly, put the cloth bag back behind her back, looked at the man who appeared behind the young man at some point and said softly:

"I don't know where the two benefactors are going?"

"If you don't dislike it, you can go to the temple at the foot of the mountain with the poor monk, and go on the road after eating the fast."