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My mind became even more confused, and I couldn't remember ever doing a good deed and leaving my name!
The man dressed as a woman continued stubbornly, "I am actually a Snake demon, and my name is Qing Yan. 365 years ago, you saved my life, so now I have come to repay your kindness!"
Since I was little, it's the first time I've seen a demon admit to being a demon with its own mouth. In my opinion, he's not a Snake demon at all, clearly just a guy suffering from the Snake demon disease!
So, I kindly smiled at him and said, "Amitabha, there are too many monks in our temple, and too little food. We can barely feed ourselves, so as for repaying kindness, you can forget about it."
Qing Yan After listening to what I said, he didn't respond, just looked at me silently, as if he was thinking about something.
Seeing this, I had to use all my tricks to say to him, "My friend, what I mean is that the heavy snow has already stopped, and you should go home obediently."
However, a hint of sadness suddenly flashed in Qing Yan's eyes: "Yuxuan, have you really forgotten everything? Since you heartlessly left me and went away, I have had no home... I can only choose to sleep in the world, just to wait for the day when I can reunite with you!"
At this point, he was already filled with hot tears, and then continued, "Yuxuan, please, please don't drive me away, I will do anything!"
I can't explain whether I was moved by his rich and varied, unpredictable facial expressions, or convinced by his last sentence.
I blurted out, "I haven't eaten anything all day just to save you! You said you wanted to repay me, so hurry up and go outside to find something to eat and bring it back."
After listening to what I said, he happily dashed out. Before long, he returned here carrying several heavy packages on his shoulders, looking completely different from his previous delicate appearance.
I took a closer look and found that the packages were filled with all kinds of food. I was very surprised by his speed, but he responded nonchalantly, "What's so surprising about this? If a monster doesn't have this ability, can it still be called a monster?"
Although Qing Yan sometimes has a strange way of thinking, it can still be very useful in some important situations. Having such a capable helper is really great! You can easily enjoy delicious food without having to do it yourself.
Since we had Qing Yan, the physical condition of people inside and outside the temple has been getting better and better. No more backaches or leg pains. In addition, because he often wanders around the temple, he has attracted many young girls who are just entering adolescence to come and burn incense to worship Buddha. As a result, the temple's incense has become more and more prosperous.
Today, after Qing Yan returned to the temple, I keenly noticed that his state was completely different from before.
His gaze was wandering, as if he had lost focus. No matter where he looked, he seemed absent-minded. This unusual behavior made me suspicious, but I couldn't make sense of it for a while.
Just as I was pondering, a pilgrim who had come from afar hurriedly walked in. Perhaps due to being too eager, he accidentally tugged on Qing Yan's arm.
In an instant, Qing Yan let out a painful groan.
I was shocked and quickly rushed forward, tightly grabbing his hand and swiftly rolling up his sleeve. The scene before me was incredibly shocking - his arm was covered in terrifying wounds, bloodied and horrifying to behold!
I was extremely worried and quickly asked, "What on earth happened? Who could be so heartless as to harm you like this?"
Qing Yan's eyes flickered with a hint of panic. He awkwardly shifted his body and softly replied, "It's nothing serious, just accidentally scratched by a branch. No need to worry."
Upon hearing this, I was furious and shouted in disbelief, "Nonsense! Such a deep wound, how could a branch cause such a serious injury?"
Qing Yan seemed to be startled by my roar, his face turned even redder, and a shy expression overflowed in his words.
Then, he looked at me affectionately and asked softly, "Yuxuan, actually I'm really fine, you... are you... are you caring about me? Hearing you say that, I feel very happy."
His words are like a gentle spring breeze, soft and warm, making me unable to help but be moved. But at this moment, my heart is only filled with worry and confusion about his injury, and I did not notice the emotions in his eyes.
I don't care who else you can care about, after all, you are the money tree of our temple! But seeing the overflowing happiness on his face, I still couldn't bear to say this, for fear of hurting his heart.
Just as I was surrounded by this tangled emotion, novice monk suddenly ran over.
He gasped for breath, grabbed my sleeve tightly, and said anxiously, "Master, it's not good. There's a particularly fierce Taoist priest outside, saying he wants to see you."
"Hmm? This is really strange. Historically, Buddhism and Taoism have had very little interaction, so why would a Taoist suddenly come to visit today? What could be the reason for this? As I think about it, a hint of doubt arises in my mind."
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