The Little Medical Concubine of the God of War

"..."

It's over, it's over, it's all at once exposing its nature.

"Haha, ha, Jinyao, you got it wrong, you got it wrong, I'm not talking about my aging mother, really."

Yun Ziyue laughed, slightly embarrassed, and secretly said why she was still excited.

But what Yun Ziyue didn’t know was that Mo Jinyao’s thoughts were different from those of Yun Ziyue. He hadn’t heard of what “old mother” really meant, and who he wanted to be. NS?

"Yue'er, do you miss your baby."

Mo Jinyao thought about it for a moment, and thought that Yue'er might be thinking about the baby, otherwise, why would she still talk about her mother?

Yun Ziyue, "..."

What kind of logic is this? Why does my old lady want to be a baby? Yun Ziyue is very confused, but seeing Mo Jinyao think so, she did not refute it at all, she can never say that my old lady is also like an explosion. It's a kind of swearing, she really can't say it.

And for so many years, Yun Ziyue rarely hears Mo Jinyao cursing, whether it is to his subordinates or enemies, Mo Jinyao is just cold, but he really doesn’t seem to be Will swear.

Of course, Yun Ziyue didn’t use any swear words before. He was rebellious when she was a teenager and adolescent. In addition, when she was in school, there were those school bosses who brought her younger brother to She had been the boss of the whole school even before she went, and she had the strength at home, so she could be said to be lawless in school.

But at that time Yun Ziyue went, and they were all junior high school students. She was in the first year of junior high school, and no one at the school knew that she was the little princess of the ancient martial family, and the school boss liked her She always harassed her when she was in trouble.

That is to say, after that, she started to swear, even at that time, she felt that such a person was dragged, very cool.

Later, the school tyrant was of course dealt with by his brothers. Later, his rebellious period passed, and he felt that such behavior was simply mentally retarded.

After seeing Mo Jinyao, he felt that he was spurned at the beginning. Mo Jinyao was also dragged sometimes, but he never swears.

"Yueer? Yueer?"

Mo Jinyao’s voice pulled Yun Ziyue back to reality. Looking at the road in front of him, Yun Ziyue was embarrassed for a while. Fortunately, he didn’t forget to drive, otherwise he might have a traffic accident today. .

"Cough, Jin Yao, you are right, I really miss the baby, haha."

"Well, I know, I will see it when I go back."

Mo Jinyao answered very seriously.

"Hmm."

Yun Ziyue nodded, focused on driving, but thought in her heart. Fortunately, Mo Jinyao didn't know what this meant, otherwise she would be embarrassed.

After the car behind was thrown away, Yun Ziyue drove comfortably, and it didn't take long to reach the gate of Bodhi Temple.

Bodhi Temple is an important place for Buddhism. The steps in front of the temple are very clean. Even in the twenty-fourth century, there is still a little monk in front of the temple cleaning with a broom, looking down. It is no different from ancient temples.

There are still many people who come here to make a wish or offer incense. After all, Bodhi Temple has a history of hundreds of years.

Yun Ziyue two people stopped the car and walked towards the temple gate in front of them. Before they set off, they had changed their clothes. As for Mo Jinyao’s hair, people now accept it. The degree is very high, even if a man has long hair, others will just take a look out of curiosity, and it won't be very strange.

But as he walked, Yun Ziyue realized that he was wrong. This is just a curious look. This is clearly because of the beauty of Mo Jinyao. He came here. There are many young female donors, and when looking at such a good-looking man, no one can help but want to take a few more glances. Yun Ziyue did the same in the past.

But now, now that things happen to him, Yun Ziyue feels sour inexplicably.

The era of openness was not in the era of Qianyuan Continent. No one dared to look at Mo Jinyao blatantly. Now everyone is blatantly watching. Yun Ziyue curled his mouth and held Mo Jin. Yao's hand.

The man’s hand touched the woman’s small hand, and with a backhand grip, he held her hand in the palm and rubbed it gently, as if to tell her that he was just hers.

Yun Ziyue smiled and felt that she was worth it in her life.

"Amitabha, the two benefactors, do you want to make a vow, or do you want to pay it back?"

When two people entered the door, they met a little master, a little monk from the Bodhi Temple, who was here to receive donors.

"Master, we want to meet the abbot."

"See you, Master? The two are..."

"Oh, we are here to pay our vows, but there is still one thing we don't understand, so I want to ask Master Abbot to help us out."

Yun Ziyue made up the story in a serious manner, but it was not true.

This is also due to her mother, when she told her stories about Bodhi Temple, the abbot would not receive every donor, but as long as it is so Said that the abbot usually sees them.

Although Yun Ziyue didn’t have to be so troublesome, it’s not impossible to go directly over the wall, but after all, it’s a Buddhist holy land. She thinks she should abide by the rules first, if she really can’t. Then she can't be blamed.

First courtesy and then soldiers, Yun Ziyue learns quite clearly.

But this little monk is quite on the road, watching the two people say so, saying Amitabha, let them follow him, it seems that he took them to see the abbot.

"Two donors, the abbot meditates inside."

"Okay, thank you."

"Amitabha."

The little monk said again and left.

As for Yun Ziyue and Mo Jinyao, they did not go in directly, but listened for a while outside, and heard the sound of wooden fish coming from inside. It seemed that they were really chanting. Meditated.

Two people opened the door to enter. Inside was a very simple room. Except for a table, four stools, and a big Buddha, there was only the one who was still chanting. The abbot.

"Amitabha, the abbot."

Yun Ziyue entered the temple and heard how the people inside said, so she learned a lot, put her left hand between her chest, rolled her thumb in, and made a gesture of worship .

Muyu’s voice stopped after Yun Ziyue spoke, but the old abbot’s prayer beads were still turning between his hands. Listening carefully, you can still hear the slight sound of the prayer beads being turned. .

Mo Jinyao stared at the old abbot's back and squinted his eyes. The abbot seemed to have two brushes.

"Since the donor is here, sit down."

Yun Ziyue two people did not speak, but sat on the only table aside as he said, and the abbot had been sitting cross-legged from beginning to end, with no intention of getting up.

The two of them are not in a hurry. The Buddhists are steady, like a magic stick, making people unpredictable.

But Yun Ziyue didn't really want to ponder him, she just wanted an answer today.

Finally, after they waited for three minutes, the abbot finally got up. At this point, the two people also saw his face clearly.

This abbot is indeed an old abbot, but he is not thin or fat. The height should be a little over 1.7 meters. The eyebrows are also gray. There are wrinkles on the face, but it is not ugly. This person's very warm feeling is really like a living Buddha, saving all sentient beings.

"Amitabha, the two benefactors have been waiting for a long time. Lao Na has just been attending Zen chanting, so he did not speak, but... Lao Na knows what the two are here for, but Shu Laona can’t tell you. Something you want to ask."

"..."

Yun Ziyue never thought of this, can this abbot still divination? Do you know their purpose?

But no matter what, their only purpose here today is to get what he can't say. If they can't get it, Yun Ziyue even wants to beat him up.

She doesn't believe in any gods or buddhas, even if she herself crossed over, she still doesn't believe them. These may be attributed to science or deduction, but they should have nothing to do with gods and buddhas.

"Abbot, since you already know the purpose of our trip, you must have figured out which one I belong to?"

Yun Ziyue's voice was faint, and there was no ups and downs due to the abbot's words, while Mo Jinyao on one side just sat quietly and did not intend to speak.

"The donor does not have to threaten Lao Na. The Guwu family is indeed something that an old monk like me cannot afford. Lao Na is just an old abbot in this Bodhi Temple. Although there is nothing capable of it, Lao Na has the most basic character. There are still."

Yun Ziyue seemed to have expected that he would say that, and the corner of his mouth twitched, as expected.

, the next two people did not say anything, and even Yun Ziyue shrugged about it, seemingly helplessly got up and walked out the door, Mo Jinyao followed closely behind.

"I originally wanted to give the "Western Yin Jing" that I brought along to the abbot in exchange for you, but now it seems that this "Western Yin Jing" has nothing to do with you. Abbot, we just..."

"Donor! Donor, please stay!"

When the abbot, who was still as stable as an old dog, heard these three words, the tone of his speech suddenly fluctuated, even with a little rush.

"Huh? What's the matter with the abbot? The abbot has a righteousness in his heart. The little girl is indeed inconvenient to harass today, so let's say goodbye."

Yun Ziyue turned around and seemed very puzzled. I don't know what else they could talk about.

"Cloud donor, cloud donor, we have something to discuss."

The abbot now looks a lot more lively after changing his facial expression just now. Yun Ziyue knows that his goal has been achieved, but he can't expose his thoughts so quickly.

But the abbot doesn’t know what Yun Ziyue is thinking, he now only has those words in his eyes and ears, the Western Scriptures, this is what he has been longing for all his life. At this time, what else would he care about, and now the most important thing is to keep the book.

So the abbot took two quick steps, closed the door before Yun Ziyue stepped out of the room, and smiled very kindly after turning around.

"Cloud donors, we have something to say. Just now you said you want to know what you want to know. This is not impossible to discuss."

"But...are you inconvenience to disclose?"

"This...cough cough, this western quotation is the supreme work of Buddhism. If it can be attributed to the Bodhi Temple, it is also our blessing for this Bodhi Temple. Compared with this, other things …Uh, let’s put it aside for now."

Yun Ziyue quietly listened to him making up here. He just wanted to read it for the sake of morality, and then make excuses for himself.

But Yun Ziyue did not intend to expose him, she just wanted to know who this thing belonged to.

"Well, what the abbot said makes sense, sure enough, the abbot has a big heart."

Yun Ziyue babbled on the sidelines.

"Hahahaha, the donor is overwhelmed, I will bring the things the donor wants to find, but this West Guide..."

"Don't worry, the abbot, as long as you show what I want, this book will naturally belong to you."

After Yun Ziyue finished speaking, Mo Jinyao put the wooden box he had been holding on the table and opened it.

The old abbot’s eyes lit up and he wanted to get started, and Mo Jinyao snapped the box closed. That means handing things with one hand and writing with the other. On the other hand, Yun Ziyue smiled softly. Soft.

"..."

The abbot could see the posture of the two people. If he didn't get them anything, he would not get the book.

With a long sigh, he got up and walked toward the back of the Buddha statue. After a while, he came out, holding something like an account in his hand and handing it to Yun Ziyue.

"What is this?"

Yun Ziyue took it over and glanced at it. It was full of dates, names of people, and other things.

"You give Lao Na what you got."

Yun Ziyue handed it over according to words, the old abbot took it out, took out the contents, said,

"Every spell in the temple will be recorded here, for the convenience of every donor who wants to reciprocate, and so that we can make no mistakes, so there is such an account. "

Yun Ziyue looked at the ledger without believing a word.

This old monk really regards him as an eldest lady who doesn't understand anything, and the temple still hopes that he can't remember it clearly? This was clearly written down by him himself, for later use.

"This book..."

The old abbot watched Yun Ziyue looking at the accounts very seriously, and couldn't help but speak out. It was at this time that Yun Ziyue found the record of this Fu Lu from it.

"You didn't lie to us, did you?"

"Amitabha, the monks don’t talk, let alone in front of my Buddha."

Yun Ziyue took a close look at him, pushed the wooden box and he got up and went out with Mo Jinyao.

As for the follow-up voice from God, they ignored it, and the book is indeed the "Western Quotation", but it is not the original edition, but copied, which is almost the same as it really is. Counterfeit.

As for the truth, of course it is still in the library of the Guwu family, she is not so stupid to exchange such precious things.

Two people got in the car, but Yun Ziyue did not rush away, but looked around and seemed to have tails catching up again, which was really annoying.

"Sit down."

Before Yun Ziyue said anything else, Mo Jinyao had already fastened his seat belt consciously, and held the handle on the roof...