MTL - Water Recovery System-Chapter 47

Yuchi Yan had already set off three days ago, but Su Yun was stuck in Beijing, not knowing what to make. And Fan Yin, also in order to take care of Su Yichen, did not set out for a long time.

Ting Zen Temple, inside the Zen room.

"The medicine is ready, come, drink the medicine." Fanyin brought the bowl to Shen Jiayan.

There is a slightly turbid precipitate in the dark Chinese medicine. When one end came over, the unique bitter taste immediately filled the whole room.

Shen Jiayan only glanced at it, then turned his head in disgust: "I don't want to drink, it's so bitter."

Sanskrit was a little bit unexpected. He always drank the medicine in one drink. There has never been a time when he said he didn't want to drink the medicine. What's more, Su Yichen's reason for finding this is really unreasonable.

"You haven't taken a sip, how do you know that this medicine is bitter?" Fanyin handed the medicine bowl to Shen Jiayan's lips and coaxed, "This medicine is what I usually drink, it's not bitter."

Hearing this, Shen Jiayan's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked a little moved. He hesitantly asked: "Did you lie to me?"

"The monks don't slander." Fanyin smiled, and passed the bowl in his hand forward.

Fanyin wore a blue robe today, embroidered with a crane with both deity and shape. When he laughed, his face became more and more pure and handsome, as if the heavens descended from the earth.

Shen Jiayan buried his face in the quilt, only showing a pair of eyes timidly: "Then, you have a sip first, I'll see."

In order to confirm that the medicine is indeed not bitter, Santos took a sip from the medicine bowl, and finally looked at Shen Jiayan with a smile: "I have drunk it. Do you believe it now?"

Shen Jiayan shrank into the quilt again: "I'm still a little scared. Why don't you show me another sip, okay?"

Fanyin was about to agree, but after seeing Shen Jiayan's skeletal eyes a few times, he suddenly understood something.

Fanyin picked up the medicine bowl and took another big sip. Then, under Shen Jiayan's secretly rejoicing gaze, he gently pinched his chin and swiped all the medicine in.

The two people are very close, the breath blends with each other. Seeing Shen Jiayan's wide-open eyes, Fanyin still pushed the medicine in with the tip of his tongue without changing his face.

When Shen Jiayan wanted to refuse, Sanskrit pressed the base of his tongue. The medicine went back and forth between the two of them, and Shen Jiayan only felt that the bitter taste of Chinese medicine was all on his tongue, which was unspeakable.

In the end, Shen Jiayan swallowed the medicine.

As soon as the medicine was swallowed, Shen Jiayan complained with tears in his eyes: "You still say that the monks don't slander, you are deceiving, this medicine is obviously bitter!"

Fanyin put a lotus seed into Shen Jiayan's mouth, his eyes stayed on Shen Jiayan's slightly red lips that he kissed, and pointedly said: "Is this medicine bitter? Why do I still feel a bit sweet?"

Shen Jiayan covered his lips with his hands, his eyes widened.

Fanyin wiped away the residual medicine stains at the corner of Shen Jiayan's mouth with his fingers, and there was a faint smile in his eyes: "Do you drink the remaining medicine by yourself, or should I continue to feed you?"

Shen Jiayan immediately took the bowl from Fanyin's hand, wrinkled his eyebrows and drank.

Fanyin rubbed the ointment for Shen Jiayan on time every day and fed him with medicine. Within a few days, the wound on his body gradually became scabs and began to show signs of improvement.

Under the old locust tree in the courtyard.

The old host still swept the floor unhurriedly, like a day for decades.

Sanskrit lowered his hand: "Master, I will leave for the north tomorrow. Yichen will bother you more."

The old host stopped sweeping the floor, and every wrinkle on his face seemed to be shining with wisdom: "Don't worry, Master will take care of Donor Su."

"Thank you, Master." Fanyin paused, and subconsciously added a few more words, "His wound has just been scabbed, you remember to remind him not to scratch it every day; he is afraid of the pain of the medicine, and sometimes he doesn't want to drink it. You have to watch it. He finishes drinking, otherwise he will pour it out secretly; besides, he..."

"Sanskrit!" The old abbot called out, "From Master, you can't do such a tedious and meticulous work. Why don't you bring him along?"

Fanyin thought for a while, lowered his head and smiled, "The northern land is the most bitter cold. His body is not yet complete, let alone the plagues. The disciples are not willing to suffer such suffering."

"Child, do you remember what the master said to you last time?" The old host waited for the Sanskrit to nod before asking, "Then the master asked you, can you still let it go now?"

"Since I saw him lying there covered in blood, I couldn't let it go." Fanyin looked at the old host, "Master, do you blame the disciple?"

"My child, for thousands of years in Buddhism, you are the one closest to the true Buddha. Therefore, when Xiaoyin appeared back then, everyone asked me to'kill' him-because the Buddha should not have humanity. "Yes." The old host smiled, "But do you know why the master didn't'kill' him, but secretly hid him?"

"Why?" Sanskrit had also been confused about this.

"I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? This is the Buddha." The old host looked at Sanskrit with kind eyes, "You have done enough. Master really can't bear to deprive you of your last humanity. I don't want you to be the most human. I can’t feel the basic emotions, anger, sorrow or joy. So, how could Master blame you?"

"Master, I..."

The old host continued to sweep the fallen leaves: "Go! The Buddha may not be ruthless and loveless, and it may not be impossible to become a Buddha if he is tainted with love. Master has always believed in you."

Fanyin solemnly kowped his head at the old abbot, turned and walked towards Shen Jiayan's wing.

When Fan Yin entered, Shen Jiayan was packing his luggage. The injury on his leg is not yet complete, and he is grinning in pain looking for the clothes in the box.

Fanyin frowned slightly, and helped him to sit on the bed: "What do you do to pack up? Not happy living in the temple?"

"No." Shen Jiayan gathered the clothes on the bed into a pile, taking it for granted, "Aren't you going to the north to treat the plague? I'll go with you."

Fanyin put the clothes on the bed back one by one: "Yichen, I also hope you can go with me. But this time is really dangerous, and even I don't have the confidence to retreat. You stay here. Wait for me, don't make trouble."

Shen Jiayan grabbed Fanyin's hand: "Don't Su Yun also go? You go with him, I don't worry."

Sanskrit was stunned, and immediately understood what Shen Jiayan meant, and nodded his forehead with his index finger: "The only thing in this world that makes me tempted, except you, don't do what he wants."

"But I still want to go with you." Shen Jiayan looked at the Sanskrit, with a certain expectation in his eyes.

"Yichen, I have to take care of you when you go, and you can't help, so don't make a mess, okay?" Fanyin could only say that, and then slowly looked at the bright eyes of the stars. Dim down.

What he didn't say was that he was afraid that those people would treat Su Yichen to make him throw a rat-avoidance weapon. He dared not take this risk.

Shen Jiayan turned her back and lay down silently, speechless all night.

In the early morning of the second day, the east dawned.

Fanyin rode a horse and stopped at the gate of the temple with the medicinal materials he needed. However, the person who was waiting has never come.

Fan Yin concealed the loss in his eyes, and a wry smile rose from the corner of his mouth. It seems that last night I was really angry for saying that he was dragging down. Today, I didn't even come to send it.

He rode to the official road, but met Su Yun's carriage on a narrow road.

"It's a coincidence, Master Sanskrit." Su Yun opened the curtain of the carriage and said with a smile, "Since it is so predestined, how about a peer?" After only a few days, Su Yun's skin is like fat, handsome eyebrows and eyes, looking forward to the gods. Flying, between a frown and a smile, are all unspeakable amorous feelings.

Fanyin looked at him, and only felt that although his facial features were not beautiful, they were inexplicably confusing and weird. Seeing his behavior like this again, I can't help but think of what Su Yichen said to him last night, and now he has a more precautionary heart: "No. Different ways, don't seek each other."

"Guo Master, meeting is fate." Su Yun slowly got off the carriage, looking up at the Sanskrit, "No matter how powerful the Chinese teacher is, he is just one person. He always has to rest and eat. Together, you can also have it. Isn't it better to be a caring?"

Before Fan Yin had spoken, the medicinal material compartment dragged behind the carriage was opened from the inside: "Sorry, he is not alone, he still has me."

Su Yichen's head was still stained with bamboo leaves, and his clothes were still covered with astragalus. He just stuck out his tongue at Sanskrit in embarrassment: "I'm here now, you can't drive me back."

Fanyin took off the bamboo leaves on his head, but the moment he saw him, the feeling of boredom in his heart caused by Su Yun disappeared without a trace.

Su Yun looked a little ugly, and immediately remembered something, and said with a smile: "Is the second brother's body better? I heard that the guards in this palace are not serious about hitting people. The second brother is still running around outside. , Don’t accidentally get hurt any more."

Shen Jiayan didn't even look at him, smiled and threw himself at Fan Yin, and jumped down.

Fanyin took a step forward subconsciously, stretched out his hand and steadily received Shen Jiayan in his arms. This is what they used to play in the Buddhist monastery. Every time Shen Jiayan didn't bother to move, she threw herself into Fanyin's arms and asked him to catch him.

Shen Jiayan found the most comfortable posture in the arms of Santos, and looked at Santos with a trusting look: "Brother is too worried, Sansit will definitely protect me. This is the case in the palace, and it is the same outside. "

Su Yun clenched his fist silently, it was obvious that he should be the focus of that person's eyes, and that he should be the one that the person held in the palm of his hand to care for. Su Yichen is worthy of arguing with himself!

Su Yun suppressed his jealousy and looked at Shen Jiayan and said to Fan Yin: "The second disciple is weak, and Shan Guo is a single teacher. Even if it is difficult to be comprehensive, my elder brother can't worry. How about taking care of each other as the next journey?"

Fanyin glanced at Shen Jiayan in his arms, and finally said "OK".