Always be relatives with Zha Gong [Quick time travel]

Lin Nuan was talking about some basic information about the blind date. Lin Heng took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen to wash, occasionally answering a few times, but not listening at all.

All he could think about were the two little guys, how could he be in the mood to think about a blind date.

but……

Lin Heng paused while washing the dishes.

However, no matter how real it is, it is just the world after all.

Lin Heng smiled, with a hint of bitterness, could it be that he could still live in the world all his life, ignoring real life?

The world in this world is at most just a dream, and it is time to wake up after a dream.

Lin Heng tried his best not to think about anyone or anything in his memory.

It's just that, until night, he tossed and turned on the bed without falling asleep, but he still had to admit that he took the real world as a part of reality.

Lin Heng closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep.

Just when he closed his eyes, the IQ not far away suddenly emitted a blue light, directly covering Lin Heng's body.

Lin Heng felt his consciousness sinking more and more.

It was supposed to be a quiet mountain forest, but a path was opened, and there were groups of people going from the foot of the mountain to the mountain. There were adults, children, and people with luxurious or simple clothes. The only thing they had in common was their faces. piety.

Lin Heng was woken up by the sounds around him. He opened his eyes and found that he was leaning against one for an unknown how long, and there was a layer of yellow fallen leaves accumulated on his body.

Pushing away the fallen leaves on his body, Lin Heng stood up.

He looked around, where is this?

Is he back yet?

Lin Heng felt joy in his heart, but when he saw the fallen leaves floating in front of his eyes, he frowned slightly.

He remembered that when he left, it was obviously winter.

But now, if it is green with yellow, and the temperature is slightly cool, it is obvious that it has not been long since autumn.

time!

Lin Heng's heart skipped a beat.

He hurriedly searched for the place where the voice was coming from.

Finally saw people, a lot of people.

He remembered that this was a road leading to Luoshi Temple.

"Uncle, may I trouble you, where are you going? What year is it now?" He stopped an elderly man and asked.

That man has a simple and honest appearance, and he is easy to talk to at first glance, and his wife and children should be next to him.

He didn't express any dissatisfaction with Lin Heng's sudden appearance and inquiry.

"Oh, you don't know, we are going to Luoshi Monastery, today is once a year, the day when all the eminent monks open the altar to teach the Dharma, and I heard that all the gods and Buddhas will come, so naturally we are going to listen to Buddhist scriptures, burn incense and worship Buddha. "

"As for the year and month, don't you know? Now it's..."

After the uncle finished speaking, he left.

Lin Heng froze in place.

Sure enough, the time was still different.

In reality, only a few hours have passed, and now it is half a year later.

Half a year later, I don't know what happened to the two little guys, and, there is that person...

Suddenly, Lin Heng realized something, and quickly ran to Luoshi Temple.

He remembered the day when all the eminent monks opened the altar to teach the Dharma. In the plot, wasn't it the time when Wuchen drugged Wuchen unintentionally?

It is mentioned in the plot that Wuchen realized that he had taken traditional Chinese medicine in the middle of the lecture.

But with a simple mind, he didn't understand this at all, and attributed it to his physical discomfort.

Enduring his physical discomfort, he continued to explain the Dharma, until the last time he went down, his whole body was unconscious, and it was at this time that Wuxin, who had been waiting all this time, made his move.

Lin Heng was anxious.

No, he had to stop it.

Even if the little monk doesn't like him and doesn't want to come back, Lin Heng's man can't be ruined by a villain.

Luoshi Temple is very large. At this time, in front of the huge temple are futons, and on the futons are sitting cross-legged people who have come to listen to the eminent monk's lecture.

Because everyone was sitting, Lin Heng's line of sight was not blocked.

As if sensing something, he looked into the distance.

When he saw that familiar yet unfamiliar figure, a mechanical sound sounded in his mind.

[Ding, the favorability has increased by 40, and the current favorability is 78.]

Lin Heng was stunned for a moment, and he went back. In half a year, the little monk's favorability towards him has grown by leaps and bounds, even higher than when he kept teasing him before.

For a moment, Lin Heng was in a complicated mood.

Because of the refusal not far away, Lin Heng could only make out Wuchen's figure, but couldn't see the emotion on his face.

But fortunately, he hasn't gone down yet, and he hasn't been taken away by Wuxin.

It's just that at this time, he has already taken Chinese medicine, so he must be uncomfortable.

Lin Heng walked in another remote direction, took out the whistle in his hand, and blew it.

Fortunately, when he came back again, he was still in his original body.

Not long after, a man in black came from a distance and half-kneeled in front of him.

"Master." Several hidden guards were visibly excited when they saw Lin Heng.

"Well, there is something for you to do." After ordering some things, Lin Heng asked what happened in the past six months.

Finally, he asked cautiously: "How is Xiaoshizi and Xiaojunzhu?"

Under the sleeves, Lin Heng clenched his hands into fists.

The dark guard was silent for a moment before answering.

After a long time, hearing the report from the dark guard, Lin Heng's eyes turned red, and he waved him away.

On the podium, the young monk's face is clear and meaningful, untouched by the secular world, like a heartless and desireless god Buddha, wearing a red cassock, bright red like fire and ethereal, as if he will float away in the next second, giving people an unreal feeling .

His crimson lips moved, and passages of obscure and profound Buddhist scriptures were spoken out of his mouth, and after a while, they became simple, easy-to-understand and straightforward explanations.

The young monk's slender eyelashes drooped slightly, leaving a shadow under the eyelids under the sun.

No one noticed that tiny beads of sweat appeared on the young monk's forehead and face, his brows were furrowed, his eyes covered by eyelash feathers occasionally closed unconsciously, and a look of pain flashed across his face from time to time. Under self-control, he returned to his indifferent appearance.

Not far away, a malicious gaze fell on him all the time.

The young monk bit the tip of his tongue to wake himself up a bit. He paused, raised his eyes inadvertently, and suddenly saw a figure from a distance. The corner of his clothes, that appearance, were so familiar, as if engraved on the You can recognize it at a glance.

At that moment, his mind went blank, all Buddhist scriptures were left behind by him, and some only wanted to pursue that figure.

The discomfort in the body made the eyes dim for a moment, and when Wuchen looked up again, there was no figure of that person there.

Wuchen bit his bleeding lip, sure enough, was it his illusion.

After searching for several times to no avail, Wuchen looked back.

By the time he got off the platform, it was already a quarter of an hour later.

The back of the red cassock was completely soaked in sweat.

Wu Chen was unconscious, it was clearly autumn and the wind was slightly cool, but there were bursts of dryness and heat in his body.

"Wuchen, are you okay?" The abbot asked worriedly, seeing his discomfort.

Wuchen pursed her lips, her fair cheeks were flushed abnormally.

Hearing the abbot's voice, he braced himself and replied, "I'm not feeling well."

The abbot became anxious when he heard this: "Hurry up, I will take you to the doctor as a teacher."

The abbot came over to support him, only to find that Wu Chen seemed to have no strength in his whole body, and the whole body was leaning on him.

Looking at his thinner face, the abbot felt very sorry for this little apprentice.

"You said what happened to you for half a year. You used to be in good health, but you have always had problems for half a year. Do you know that you had a fever half a year ago and fell into a coma for seven days. The teacher was really scared at the time. Wu Chen, tell me, what is wrong with you? How thin is your body? It hurts to see my teacher."

A bit of bitterness spread in Wu Chen's heart, and comforted him: "Master, it's all right."

At this time, a person came over.

"Master, what's wrong with my junior brother, but I'm not feeling well."

After all the strength Wu Chen had just comforted the abbot, it was completely gone.

He was very hot and desperately needed to cool off.

He heard that someone seemed to come and said something, but he couldn't tell who that person was or what he said. He only knew that after a while, Master said something to him, and after leaving, his body supported by another person.

"Little brother, Wuchen, brother will take you back to see the doctor." The voice was very close, the words were concerned, but the tone was full of malice.

Wuchen heard it, it was Wuxin's voice.

As soon as he thought of this person, some pictures appeared in Wu Chen's mind.

In the past six months, he felt more and more that Wuxin was full of malice towards him, and he could even feel that Wuxin was peeping at him many times, and that gaze could make people feel chills all over.

"Let, drive..." Wuchen wanted to break free, wanted to yell at him to leave.

But he had no strength, and even the scolding voice was barely audible.

Wu Chen guessed right, the person supporting him was Wu Xin.

At this time, Wu Xin supported Wu Chen, her eyes fixed on Wu Chen's face, with a frightening light shining inside, just like the eyes of a hunter who controls the life and death of the prey when he treats the prey.

The disgusted gaze copied the young monk's eyebrows and eyes.

I have to say, Wuchen looks very good-looking.

In the past, Wuxin didn't like men, but in the process of peeping Wuchen day and night, he found that he actually fell in love with men.

But Wuchen was indifferent to his graciousness, and it wasn't time to make a move, so Wuxin could only find other little men to vent his anger.

Every time, he imagined a dust-free appearance.

Those men are also good, but they are so good, they are not as good as Wu Chen.

And now, Wuchen, you have finally fallen into my hands.

The light in Wuxin's pupils became more intense.

He couldn't wait to take Wuchen away, but he was stopped at the corner...

Wu Chen only felt that there was another person beside him.

He still couldn't struggle.

But there was a familiar aura coming from that person, like, like that person.

There was a deep and mellow voice rippling in his ears, extremely gentle.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."