Always be relatives with Zha Gong [Quick time travel]

Lin Heng kicked Wuxin forcefully, and kicked him aside. The guards came out, covered Wuxin's mouth, and took him away.

Lin Heng hugged the little monk with half-closed eyes, who was about to lose self-awareness.

He has always known that the little monk is relatively slender, but now that he is hugged like this, with such a light weight, he knows how thin he is.

Even the cheeks were a little sunken, and it took only half a year to become so thin.

"Little monk, is it because you miss me too much?" Lin Heng whispered.

Lin Heng carried Wu Chen to the meditation room in a blink of an eye.

He was about to put him on the bed, but the little monk subconsciously stood next to him.

Lin Heng paused, carefully looking at the young monk in his arms.

The face is still beautiful, because of the traditional Chinese medicine, the cheeks are blushing, probably due to lack of water, the originally moist lips are a little dry, but they are still red and gorgeous, the lips are slightly opened, and a slight arc is made, as if attracting a kiss .

His eyes were half closed, and he couldn't see the emotion in his eyes. The tear mole on his eyelids, which should have added beauty and coquettishness to his appearance, seemed to be a drop of blood and tears at this time, making him even more pitiful.

Lin Heng was a little distressed that he came back a little late.

He should have come back before the dust-free Chinese medicine.

According to the plot, in order to ensure nothing goes wrong, the medicine prescribed by Wuxin can only be cured by having a relationship, and there is no other antidote.

only……

This person who is dedicated to Buddha, is willing?

It is mentioned in the plot that when Wuchen found out that he had been drugged unintentionally, he wanted to commit suicide several times.

Lin Heng naturally didn't want him to commit suicide.

But otherwise, would you want to watch him die in front of you?

Lin Heng was at war with heaven and man in his heart. After a while, he leaned over, and whispered something in his ear whether Wuchen could hear it or not.

"...So, Wuchen, are you willing? I know, you may not have the strength to speak, if you want to, then open your eyes and look at me, if you don't want to, then, just close your eyes completely."

Lin Heng looked at the person in his arms without blinking, his heart seemed to be gripped by a huge hand, thinking of heaven and hell at the same time.

In the next second, he saw that Wuchen's half-closed eyes were closed.

Lin Heng's heart suddenly sank to the bottom of his heart, and a bitterness spread from the corners of his lips.

Still unwilling after all?

That's right, how can a person who devotes himself to Buddha, who can repay his kindness for becoming a Buddha, and who has given birth to a child with a man's body, agree to such a thing.

That undoubtedly violated the Buddha's heart and betrayed the Buddha.

"Okay, since I don't want to, then I won't force it." Lin Heng's throat was so dry that he almost spoke in a hoarse voice.

He got up slowly, but at this moment, his clothes seemed to be grabbed.

The force was very light, so light that as long as he got up together, the hand could fall down.

He lowered his eyes, and the little monk's fingertips were gently clutching his skirt.

He realized something, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at that person, and met a pair of clear eyes that were not stained with dust.

Lin Heng's heart trembled violently.

The little monk moved his lips slightly, as if he was saying something, but his voice was too low.

Lin Heng hurried over.

"... Lin Heng... hi... like... I... willing... no, leave..."

After speaking intermittently, he lost all his strength.

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Lin Heng's mood fluctuated violently, and his heart was filled with great joy.

Lin Heng's eyes were slightly red, and he said in a low voice, "Okay, as you wish."

The red cassock, the black brocade robe, the snow-white obscene clothes, and the obscene trousers fell to the ground one by one.

The two figures were intertwined, and a reverie sound sounded...

The abbot originally came to visit Wu Chen who was not feeling well.

Unexpectedly, I saw a man in black stationed not far from the meditation room, and stopped him when he was about to go forward.

"Abbot, my prince and little master Wuchen are together, so it's not convenient for you to go in."

The abbot was puzzled: "Your prince? Which prince?"

"King Heng."

Hengwang?Lin Heng? !

The abbot was stunned for a while, probably because he didn't expect Wuchen, who was supposed to be taken care of by Wuxin, to be with Lin Heng.

He stood where he was, and could vaguely hear something from the meditation room.

His body was stiff. Although he was a monk, he didn't know everything.

Wu Chen finally...

Everything is God's will.

The abbot closed his eyes.

After a while, he turned and left.

Old, with almost faded cassocks of bright colors, alone, with a hunched back, the back that is gradually going away is full of loneliness and desolation of old age.

In the early morning of the next day, in the quiet ancient temple, there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds, simple and calm, and from time to time, there were crisp birdsong across the forest.

Sunlight penetrates through the gaps in the windows and doors, bringing light into the room.

Wu Chen opened his eyes, probably because he just woke up, his face still had a calm expression, without any extra emotions.

He got up habitually, but when he felt something strange in his body, he froze and lay on the bed with a look of astonishment on his face.

Scenes from yesterday entered his mind.

The first thing he thought about was not that his body had already...

Rather, is that person him?

He touched the other side of the bed, the temperature was freezing cold, and he looked around the meditation room, but there was no one else.

Not him.

Wuchen's face suddenly turned pale, like a blank sheet of paper.

He closed his eyes, and the eyelids suppressed the color of pain.

After a while, he stood up with difficulty and took out a dagger from the drawer of the bed.

The sharp dagger exudes a sharp light.

Wu Chen's eyes were full of death will, without the slightest fear, he raised the dagger without hesitation, and stabbed it at his chest.

It was at this time that the people in the meditation room opened.

The dagger in Wu Chen's hand was blown away and fell to the ground.

Wuchen's chin was raised and clenched tightly, Lin Heng approached, unable to hide the anger in his star pupils.

"Wu Chen, do you hate me that much? Do you hate me so much that you would rather die?"

Wu Chen looked at the person in front of him, that person's sharp edges and corners, his familiar face, had always entered his dreams during the past six months.

is it him?

Wu Chen didn't care about the pain of his jaw being pinched, he stretched out his hand, and touched the corners of the face of the person in front of him with his trembling fingertips.

He saw, saw the anger in this man's eyes, and the sadness hidden under the anger.

Wuchen's heart was tightly grasped, and the pain was severe.

In the past, he only thought that it was because he was not feeling well, and he might have a heart disease, but after he suddenly disappeared, he realized that there was no heart disease, it was clearly a heartbeat.

Lin Heng still pinched Wuchen's chin, his fair skin was already a little red, he gritted his teeth: "Why don't you speak."

Wuchen suddenly laughed, smiled, and suddenly burst into tears.

The Buddha, who should have no desires, no sorrows and no joys, finally has human emotions.

Wuchen said: "What did you say? Did you say that I like you? Yes, I like you. Are you happy?"