Chapter Seven, Once remembered the warm breeze of the grass and the warm day.

Jing Zhiwan examined the wound and finally spat out the last bit of venom. He hoarsely said, "Some of the snake venom has spread elsewhere. There's no way out. I hope the Phoenix Immortal you took will work, otherwise we'll just have to wait for death on this mountain!"

She stood up and put on her tattered raincoat, covering her exposed clothes. She moved her limbs and found that, except for her left arm, she could still move. However, she felt dizzy and nauseous, with a heavy feeling in her chest. Obviously, the toxins were not completely cleared for the time being.

It is precisely because they were close to the truth that the murderer's true identity could be exposed at any time, leading to Ding Cao's murder and nearly causing Ah Yuan's death.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes, his expression seemingly unchanged, but there were tiny beads of sweat seeping out on his forehead and the tip of his nose.

Ayuan was curious about how he would deal with the little girl. Jingzhi interrupted her, saying, "Are there any temples nearby? Or perhaps wealthy families who practice at home?"

The terrain of Hanqiupo is not complicated, and the nearby folk customs are also very simple. When the village head heard that someone was looking for a temple, he immediately knew where they were referring to. He led the way and said with a smile, "There is no temple there, but there is a nunnery with some history."

Ayuan leaned forward and stuck out half of her body. Although she knew she was still wearing her undershirt, and as Jing Zhiwan had said, she didn't have anything good-looking, she couldn't help but feel her face flush. She quickly shrank behind her raincoat and focused on drying her clothes.

She brushed off the rainwater on her face, and before her eyes were only the rain curtain and the dense forest. In the midst of the darkness before her eyes, she could no longer discern which direction to go.

Not fit to be a young lady of a noble family, not fit to be a duchess, not seeking great wealth and status, not seeking handsome gentlemen, running to become a lowly constable, and even dying a tragic death in the wilderness during an investigation, perhaps even ending up like a wild rabbit... with the body rotting on the mountain...

After going through wind and rain, the plain green garment was stained with mud. There was a big burnt hole under the armpit, precisely on the one that Jing Zhiwan was wearing.

He spent the whole morning fussing over her unspoken wish.

Miaofeng still wanted to say more. Although her attire was ordinary, she showed respect even to the county magistrate, indicating that she was not an ordinary person. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "If we just take a walk outside... it wouldn't hurt."

In the wind and rain, her face was pressed against his chest, feeling his warm body temperature. Her attention seemed to be completely captured by his body temperature and the wandering fingertips on his half-numb body. Her heartbeat inexplicably intensified, and even her breath became hot.

Ah Yuan couldn't guess how he could see through his mind at a glance. He quickly threw away the chicken and said, "Who let you stew chicken soup? I just want to ask you, did you hear the bell just now?"

Ayuan was startled and couldn't help but stick his head out to look at him, "You... your family background should be excellent, and your martial arts are also so high. Who dares to plot against you like this?"

Arab couldn't help but stick his head out again to size him up, "What you said, could it be the one who harmed you? Is it a little girl you raised yourself?"

With the addition of dry firewood by Jingzhi in the evening, the fire was reignited. The stove slowly emitted a faint flame, illuminating the disheveled appearance of the two individuals.

Not a nightmare.

It was just his quiet sitting posture, looking so lonely and desolate, that made her inexplicably uneasy.

But she had already drunk quite a bit, but she didn't really like chicken. She picked a large leaf and wrapped up the remaining half of the pheasant in the bowl and handed it to Jing Yi.

Ayuan looked at the clothes over and over again, and couldn't think of how to maintain the current posture until late at night, and still be able to cover her with clothes.

Moreover, she noticed that he struggled even to walk, which became even more apparent after he dropped the stick. Considering that he always relied on a sedan chair whenever he went out, she could at least be certain that he had a leg ailment.

Aluan just realized that Jing Zhi had never seen the man in black. Even if he wanted to investigate carefully, he first took drugs for her, and then was urged by her to leave. He probably couldn't continue the investigation in such a situation.

He sat cross-legged quietly in front of her, with the tattered holes still on his clothes, but the bonfire was almost extinguished, barely visible in the dim light, let alone spewing flames to burn her.

It's clearly just a needle falling off, but there are obvious scorch marks on the edge of the hole, clearly burned by flames.

Strangely enough, even though the people in her dreams were so close, she couldn't see their faces clearly.

Jing Zhewan opened his eyes at an unknown time and lazily said, "You can roast it whole and eat it. I won't make chicken soup for you early in the morning."

At this moment of melancholy, Jingzhi from above spoke and said, "Miss Yuan, please rest assured! Even if you were not bitten to death in the wilderness, it would still be the biggest joke in the entire city."

It's very cold, as cold as ice, not even a hint of warmth can be felt in the palm of the hand.

Her mind was still groggy, not to mention extremely tired, and she should have fallen asleep quickly. But for some reason, that feeling of unease persisted.

Hmm?

The scenery is late, "Do you have any shame?"

After that serious injury, his digestive system became even weaker, and he could not eat these wild game or mountain mushrooms at all.

Jing Zhi arrived late and in a hurry, without a lantern. Ah Yuan's lantern had already gone out during the fight, and it couldn't be lit again in such heavy rain, so it had to be discarded. Fortunately, Jing Zhi had already walked this path once before, so he didn't get lost. Xiao Huai stayed with them, flying above, but even he couldn't bear the rain and occasionally let out a somewhat pitiful cry.

He seems to have been leaning on the wooden stick all the time, and his left hand, which was supporting her right arm, was also exerting force, tightly holding her with his wrist instead of gripping her with his hand.

The originally warm feet suddenly exposed to the air, and began to ache faintly. Jing Zhiwan stared at the terrible scar on her ankle, her black eyes were silent and desolate, just like the chilly sky at this moment.

The clothes worn by Jing Zhi in the evening, as well as the tattered holes on the clothes, would occasionally flash before her eyes. Then, as her consciousness gradually blurred, they transformed into another clean garment.

Ayuan is very promiscuous, but Ayuan is even more kind-hearted. Therefore, she overlooks the faults of others and wholeheartedly uses her still-recovering hands to knead and massage him, hoping to alleviate his pain.

"Attention! The sound of the bell!" A Yuan stretched his limbs and stood with his hands behind his back, looking outside the door with a heroic and dignified posture, his eyes shining. "If I remember correctly, the curfew is signaled by the drum at dusk and the bell at dawn. It's the rule in the temple."

Jing Zhiwan's eyes also lit up, "There is a temple nearby!"

Ayuan patted Xiao Huai's head, added some firewood to the stove, and then lay down on the ground to rest.

He glanced at her knowingly and handed over two pills.

She took another look at her nightmare, walked to the side where some firewood was laid, covered it with dried raincoats, and reached out to pull Jing Zhiwan.

What she picked up from the grass was a black sandalwood Buddhist bead with a dark blue tassel, engraved with Buddha statues and the six-character mantra. It seems to have been used as a waist accessory.

The scene was known but not answered. Suddenly, the foot slipped, and one leg fell to its knees on the rocks.

Outer robes are worn over inner garments, although they may be soaked through by rain and cling to the skin, making it difficult to conceal the body, their thin and soft texture ultimately dries quickly.

She heard Jing Zhiwan pull out a short dagger and cut open the bite wound on her shoulder.

This Jingzhi is not only opposing A Yuan, but also opposing the magistrate. They have been on the mountain for a long time, right? They even have cooked nutritious chicken soup with meat and vegetables. It doesn't look like they are in a hurry to solve the case and catch the culprit. It's obvious that they don't want him to drink the soup, they don't want him to drink the soup...

As Jing Zhewan's face darkened, his voice lowered and became slightly cold, "What are you doing?"

After a moment of silence, Jingzhi unexpectedly replied, "It's a weak illness that I was born with. My mother passed away after giving birth to me, and my family thought I wouldn't survive either. But after soaking in a medicinal jar for a few years, I am not much weaker than an ordinary person."

Before they went up the mountain, they had eaten some food. After a night of tossing and turning, they were already famished. If they could stew a mountain chicken soup early in the morning, it would definitely invigorate their spirits and nourish their bodies. If they could also pick a few pine mushrooms and add them in, it would be even more delicious.

There is no detoxification medicine. However, one can cultivate oneself to strengthen the foundation and promote the recovery of physical strength. Jing Zhiwan said as he took two pills himself.

When they reached the wooden house, both of them were exhausted, unable to tell whether the dampness on their clothes was from rain, sweat, or blood.

Although Miao Feng is not lacking in confidence, it is not wise to offend the local officials. He could only say, "So, how should we investigate? Please instruct us, Your Honor!" However, the temple is mostly composed of women from distinguished families, and it is not appropriate to disturb them."

She rubbed her temples and subconsciously looked at Jing Zhiwan's coat.

Ayuan immediately knew that he was speculating about the origin of the ebony Buddhist bead. Shaking his head, he said, "This place is remote, and it's my first time here. I'll have to inquire tomorrow to find out."

He looked at A Yuan's appearance of enjoying his meal with great relish, and a faint smile appeared on his face, unexpectedly as cold as snow.

Ah Yuan Dao: "Just now I had a dream and broke out in a sweat, but I feel much better now."

Ayuan seemed to be enveloped by flames, unable to feel the burning pain even in his dreams. He was just suffocating from the heat, until he couldn't bear it any longer and let out a low cry, abruptly sitting up.

She sat down against the damp wall, feeling content. She took off Jing Zhiwan's shoes and rubbed her palms together, warming them up, before massaging Jing Zhiwan's ankles.

And then she...

Jing Zhiwan smiled lightly, "I'm fine. Being able to simmer chicken soup in a place like this, I couldn't be better!"

A Yuan was repeatedly criticized by him, leaving her completely defenseless. It was rare for her to be able to be sharp-tongued for once, mocking him until he was speechless, which made her feel relieved. She smiled and put on her almost dry outer coat, took off the raincoat between the two of them, and slowly combed her long, ink-black hair.

The scene was calm and indifferent, with a voice so weak that no emotions could be discerned. "Acquaintance, a natural acquaintance..."

Meanwhile, Jingzhi maintained the same appearance as before falling asleep, lying on her side with her face turned away, even holding her ankle in her palm, touching her skin, exchanging warmth with each other after the fire had completely extinguished.

Even the heart's eye is blind!

Jing Zhi slowly took off his outer robe, wrung out the water, and approached the fire to dry it slowly. He asked in a low voice, "What does the killer look like? What did you find that made him decide to kill you to keep it a secret?"

Ayuan felt great pity and sighed, "Our little trouble has suffered so much with me!"

Jing Zhi still sat cross-legged in the evening, and A Yuan calmed down before realizing that his posture was somewhat strange.

It's really infuriating.

Li Fei frowned, "Do you have anyone in your temple who keeps venomous snakes or makes evil medicines?"

Arabian took a deep breath of cold air and could no longer stand up.

Who is murmuring by the ear, with a hidden pain, but abruptly stopped as she sat up in surprise.

Turning his head to look at Jing Zhiwan, he was not wearing a raincoat, his clothes were soaked, and he looked like a drowned rat. However, he still maintained his original posture, silently sitting with his forehead supported, without any intention of leaving.

Ayuan took it and asked, "Is this the antidote?"

After an unknown amount of time, A Yuan was awakened by the distant sound of a clock. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Xiao Huai holding a pheasant with its head tilted, looking at her. It turned out that he had gone out early to find food for their master.

Li Fei just found a broken ladle to hold the chicken soup, and responded, "Okay, I'll go after I finish this soup."

Let's go! He supported her, "The wooden house is not far, we... can get there quickly."

Li Fei saw that the two of them were fine, and immediately felt relieved. He quickly said, "Good, good! I rushed over early in the morning, and indeed I am a little hungry!"

After a while, a self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his lips. "Hmm, now... I naturally can't be foolish anymore. What did you just say? The sound of a bell?"

Ah Yuan was very surprised, but then he remembered that Zhu Huifei was also his friend, and they were friends because they shared a common interest in the foul smell of the Secret Game Painting. So he said, "It's because you don't know how to judge people and make friends carefully that you end up suffering!"

In the evening of the scene, a sharp light flashed in the bottom of the eye, and he looked up at her.

Perhaps it is because Jing Zhiwan is such a proud and aloof young master from a noble family, sitting in front of a crude stove with a robe that has a big hole under his armpit to keep warm. It looks quite interesting, doesn't it?

With a slight exertion of force, Jing still held her in his arms and said lightly, "What's there to be shy about? I've seen every part of your body."

The popularity is thriving... The nuns in the temple should also be quite prosperous, right?

The scene knows the late road: "Sir, this case involves the royal family and relatives. I have heard that envoys have already arrived in the capital. If the case is really delayed, I'm afraid..."

He directly called out Ah Yuan's identity, but Ah Yuan was stunned and didn't know how to respond. And in the next moment, she tensed up almost her entire body.

Oh!

Arvin was completely out of sorts, quickly moved his feet aside, stood up and said, "I scolded those who deserved it. Jing Dian Shi is intelligent and clever, naturally it's someone else I scolded, definitely not Jing Dian Shi."

She touched her forehead and said hoarsely, "If I were bitten to death by a snake in the wilderness, it would definitely be the biggest joke in the whole capital."

Poor her, she completely can't understand what her past self was thinking.

Ayuan's poison attack occurred, limbs weakened, and was brought down to the ground together, struggling to climb up, and went to pull Jing Zhiwan, angrily said: "Your martial arts are so high, are you intentionally trying to deceive me?"

He pulled up her clothes, hastily covering her exposed shoulders, and when he tried to help her sit up, he realized that she was holding onto his waist. He frowned, "Let go."

Still no sense of pain, but able to feel the thin touch of the blade piercing the flesh. The bloodstains were washed away by the rain, revealing a dark purple color.

After a moment, her arm wrapped around his waist, feeling the slight relief of the tension in her waist caused by his every movement.

She glanced at the closed wooden door, feeling a mix of relief and confusion, and said, "It's fortunate that the assassin didn't chase after us. If he had, we would have truly become fish on the chopping block, left to be slaughtered by others!"

Not the one who burns incense, there was no need to take this path in the first place.

He didn't mind the dirt and mess in the wooden house, and really searched everywhere for utensils to hold the soup.

Ayuan was stunned and said, "I don't know. I said, I can't remember the past."

Don't you carry medicine with you unless you are sick?

It shouldn't be necessary to crawl through the mud like a half-drowned dog just to escape with the agility he had previously shown when he came looking for her.

Li Fei walked along smelling the aroma of meat, feeling embarrassed and regretful. He hated being an official from the Qin River, a scholar who was influenced by the poetry of Confucius. He had to maintain his refined and dignified demeanor, and could not behave as rudely and shamelessly as Jing Yi, who walked and gnawed on chicken, with oil dripping from his mouth.

Ayuan paused, sniffed an unusual burnt smell, looked up and hurriedly said, "Jing... Jing Zhiwan, your robe is burnt, burnt..."

In the ink-black scorch marks, there were gradually flickering bright red sparks, slowly leaping out into flames. The flames transformed into various peculiar shapes, never enlarging the hole, but instead burning more vigorously. Suddenly, it spun into a gaping mouth of blood, swiftly lunging towards her.

The most important thing right now is to find a place to rest as soon as possible. If one were to collapse in the wind and rain at this moment, and get soaked for a night, I'm afraid there would be no need to get up from then on.

Jing Zhi tore two strips of cloth from the hem of his clothes, stood up silently, and hung a rope between the two people. He then shook off the water from their raincoats and hung them up, creating a crude curtain that barely separated the two. After that, he continued to sit by the fire, playing with Buddhist beads lazily, and said, "If you catch a cold, you'll blame me again. Take off your clothes, no one is looking at you... There's nothing worth seeing."

Li Fei couldn't make the soup, so A Yuan naturally couldn't make it either.

The low-hanging dense eyelashes of Jingzhi fluttered for a moment, while a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his lips, resembling ripples spreading out. However, it was bitter and astringent, like crushed yellow lotus juice. A wisp of smoke rose, casting a veil of mist over his pale face.

He stepped out of the room and calmly instructed the young servant, "Prepare another set of the things she just threw away!"

The scenes in the dream are still vivid in my mind, and the conversations with the dream characters are still echoing in my ears. She can even sense the hidden warmth beneath the cold words of the man in the dream.

Does this mean that there is not much strength in his fingers and palms, and he needs to rely on a stronger wrist?

Ayuan's lips moved, finally not saying a word, supporting and accompanying him, braving the wind and rain, slowly groping towards the wooden house that should not have been far away.

The original Miss Yuan was always elegant and charming. Any handsome man in the world regarded her as a treasure and wished to bring her into his home. With her thick skin, Ah Yuan occasionally played along and indeed achieved great success.

Actually, even he himself cannot understand why he is dragging his sick body to work hard for her, slaughtering mountain chickens and stewing soup, and happily watching her search for mushrooms and wild vegetables in the mountains.

景知晚道: "Hmm, it seems that your previous tailoring and embroidery were not really from your heart."

Although this night was thrilling, fortunately my life was saved.

Jing Zhi Wan Dan Dan said lightly: "If you only just realized it now, it's really... quite foolish!"

How many men has the former Miss Yuan had in the past? Does this include the one in front of us?

Could it be that she felt cold while sleeping and subconsciously took his clothes?

Although A Yuan does not like to pry into people's privacy, he cannot help but be surprised and curious.

"It's not a pity to die... " He clapped his hands, but sighed, "But I don't want her to die."

This wooden house was built by the villagers temporarily. Although it can shelter from some wind and rain, the ground is still very cold. But compared to being bitten by a venomous snake or killed by an assassin in the dark night, it is much stronger anyway. A Yuan is very content. When he closes his eyes, he even smiles happily.

Aluan recalls the situation in the dream. She saw the man wearing a roughly made new clothes, clearly with indescribable joy and sweetness, which could not be considered a nightmare. The flame that finally woke her up came from the clothes worn by Jing Zhiwan. It seems that only Jing Zhiwan can be considered her nightmare.

But since he already knew her identity and said so, it would be too affected for her to hesitate and be coy. Therefore, she untied her hair bun, loosened it and let it air dry, then slowly took off her outer robe and dried it.

Li Fei hurriedly said, "Reverend, please do not misunderstand! Do not commit any wrongdoing, uphold all that is good, purify your mind, for this is the teaching of all Buddhas. How could devout Buddhist disciples associate with such evil and poisonous things? It is only heard that the incense in the temple is flourishing, and some laymen may stay in the temple for cultivation, but it is difficult to ensure that everyone has no impure thoughts. Now that there is evidence showing a possible connection with the corrupt elements of Buddhism, why not cooperate with the officials to investigate and clear any suspicions, so as to avoid being criticized by others."

The meaning of "钟声 ?" is unclear.

Jing Zhiwan sat high on the sedan chair, tapping lightly on the armrest with his slender and well-defined fingers. He said slowly, "Those who come to offer incense would not naturally take this path."

Unable to judge a person's character...

Jing Yi couldn't figure it out, and continued to consider whether to divide the soup from the county's uncle's mouth. At this time, Jing Zhi suddenly stood up with a wooden stick and said loudly, "Sir, last night we found a clue and need to go to the nearby temple immediately to catch the murderer. If it's too late, the murderer will escape at the sound, and the case will be difficult to solve!"

As Li Fei looked at the chicken soup just served, his face turned slightly green.

Ayuan took a breath, then another one, and smiled at him, saying, "I know why the girl you raised wants to harm you!"

Does he, who appears so proud and shrewd, really have his life nearly ruined by the young girl he raised?

He lifted his sleeve and revealed a large area of loose stitches and a hole about a foot long under his arm.

Ayuan has already felt that her skin is hot, and the force of pushing her is very weak, far from the momentum of rushing over and pressing her so that she cannot move. He simply hugged her waist, dragged her to the straw raincoat and lay down, and laughed: "No! With a refined person like Jing Dianshi accompanying me, why should I care about my face?"

The young servant arranged an incense burner on the table, then fetched a embroidered needle and a white porcelain bowl.

He then looked at A Yuan again, with an ambiguous expression in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, she said, "You are not a joke, that girl is. Since you have nothing to do, you must have already avenged yourself, right? Hmph, ungratefulness deserves no pity!"

Even if one knows the severity of the situation, speaking harshly and rudely, encountering someone with a thick skin that is difficult to penetrate, one cannot help but sharpen the blade and make no concessions. If it weren't for the inconvenience of both legs, one would probably have fled in disarray, abandoning all armor and weapons.

Jing Zhi Wan Nian Yu Shou Zhong, Xi Xi Shang Wan Zhe Na Fo Zhu, Gan Kai Dao: "Guo Ran Shi Jian Hao Dong Xi, Hao Dong Xi..."

The scenery's knowledge, with deep eyes as dark as night, stared at her and clenched his fist, clenched his fist again...

Black sandalwood is precious, the Buddha beads are exquisitely carved, and the quality of the tassel used is also excellent, indeed it should be owned by monks or lay practitioners.

In the imagination, if the two of them have nothing to do, A Yuan will definitely be overwhelmed by Jing Zhiwan's orders, feeling extremely stressed and helpless, wanting to cry but unable to shed tears.

Knowing that it was late, he ignored her. When he noticed A Yuan was staring at him from the side, he finally opened his eyes and impatiently glanced at her, "It's nothing. Is your snake bite better? Why haven't you gone to lie down yet!"

She moved slightly, and the outer robe draped over her body slipped down.

Buddhist beads, Phoenix flower, Ding Cao, and Shu Tong. All the clues have clear directions now.

That clothing has also changed, no longer a brand new plain garment, but a worn-out garment with rain stains and mud spots.

Ayuan leaned close to his ear and chuckled, "The most shameless thing can only be done when Jingdian Shi is better. For now... you better just sleep peacefully!"

Ayuan is used to his disdain, but he doesn't mind. He just keeps kneading him, watching him gradually relax. After a while, a steady breath is heard, and then he yawns and holds his feet in his lap, cuddling with her eagle, leaning against the wall and dozing off.

Since the mountain path does not lead to Cixing Monastery, who can connect the murder case on the mountain path with such a pure and peaceful monastery like Cixing Monastery?

She couldn't help but feel guilty. She quietly covered his clothes back on him, then tapped the little troublemaker's head and gave him a thumbs-up, praising him softly, "Little troublemaker is so obedient! So considerate! Much more capable than those guys who either stay silent or insult others without limits."

The wine in the wine pot is both beautiful and strong, and it is ironed to be warm. When it enters the stomach, it feels like a flame rising, slowly surging towards the limbs and bones. Finally, it eases Ah Yuan's cold body soaked in rain, and even the unconscious left arm feels some warmth.

The county lord has arrived. The abbot of Cixin Temple, Miaofeng, dare not be negligent and personally welcomes him with a few disciples.

Which one is living a more confused and absurd life?

Nightmare?

Ayuan asked in a hurry: "What is the origin?"

Ayuan took the medicine and muttered, "Can't even walk properly, yet claims not to be weak?"

A woman approached, lowered her head to look at her fingers full of needle marks, and couldn't tell if she was happy or surprised. Twisting her clothes, she asked, "If you despise the clothes I made for being rough and clumsy, why are you still wearing them? Why... why did you even bother to find these things?"

Upon reflection, if he is Jing Ci and the original Miss is truly willing to marry him, the two must have long been in secret communication...

Between his calves and heels, there are grim knife wounds and scarred tendons. If an ordinary person were to receive such vicious blows, they would not survive, let alone stand up again in this lifetime.

Jing Zhewan did not dwell on this matter. After a moment of trance, he asked: "If someone saves a little baby girl, takes her far away, teaches her literature and martial arts, loves her more than life, and treasures her like a precious gem. When she grows up and draws her sword to face her enemies, cutting off their limbs, abandoning them in the wilderness, and endangering their lives, how should she be dealt with?"

Li Fei didn't break free from the temptation of the mountain chicken soup until now, carefully examining the terrain, wondering, "If the murderer is hiding in the temple, why did the servant go to such lengths to climb up from the slope? Wouldn't it be more convenient to go around from the main road at the foot of the mountain to the temple?"

Due to Ding Cao's roughness, he naturally would not carry such a rosary with him; even in ordinary wealthy families, they mostly use gold and jade as waist ornaments, rarely using such precious wooden-carved rosaries as ornaments.

She pondered the meaning behind his words and asked, "Do you know this villain?"

A lightning bolt flashed across, casting an unflattering light on his face. Ah Yuan's face turned even paler, and he shuddered all over, clutching his shoulders as he shouted at him, "Are we going to stay here and wait for death?"

Ayuan "Puff" burst into laughter and said, "Don't pretend to be strong, go sleep on your side. Don't worry, although I am flirtatious, I won't take advantage of others' misfortune."

Jing Yidaixi, while gnawing on chicken, followed them to find the temple.

Upon hearing this, Miaofeng was quite skeptical and said, "If someone has been murdered nearby, I, Miaofeng, feel deeply disturbed. Today, I will definitely recite the rebirth mantra for him several times, hoping that he may rest in peace and be reborn soon. However, everyone in our temple is a monk who practices Buddhism. Once night falls, the temple gates are closed, and no one is allowed to enter or leave. How could it be possible for someone to go out and harm others?"

His expression still looked very punchable, but A Yuan finally couldn't bear to make fun of him.

It's cold on the ground, and I'm breaking out in a cold sweat. If I catch another chill at this time, I'm afraid I'll end up seriously ill. She's not the pampered young lady from a noble family. Even if she falls ill, she may not be able to find a good doctor. It's more important to take good care of herself.