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The stream was ice-cold. Monk Qing supported Zhen Wan, who was leaning on him. Her wet clothes became even more distinct. The red bean rubbed against her chest and became even more obvious. She could clearly feel that there was a part of Monk Qing that was gradually recovering …

As the monk carried Zhen Wan onto the shore, Zhen Wan felt an unbearable pain on her shoulder. She lowered her head and saw blood dripping from her shoulders and her clothes soaked. She was afraid that she had been scratched by a small rock as she jumped into the stream.

"Young Benefactor … "Lady Wan, let's head to the cave to rest first …" Monk Qing put Zhen Wan down and suggested.

Zhen Wan nodded. She placed a hand on the wound on her shoulder, grimacing in pain.

Inside the cave, Monk Qing lit a fire and walked next to Zhen Wan. She said, "Lady Wan's wounds must be cleaned. Otherwise, it will not be good to leave behind scars after being infected."

Zhen Wan directly tore off her sleeve, exposing her creamy skin. The monk quickly turned his head away. Zhen Wan felt a little awkward, so she squatted down to wash the wounds in her wooden bucket.

Monk Qing recited the scripture a few more times before squatting down and helping Zhen Wan wash her body. Zhen Wan's dress was loose, and although monk Qing Qing was squatting down, she was much taller than Zhen Wan. Looking down at her, one could see two large red beans.

"Lady Wan, I am a monk. I'm afraid that I will delay your good youth …" Monk Qing Qing made up his mind, closed his eyes and said.

She was the one who had said such words in her previous life. "Little Monk Qing, Wan has already fallen in love with others. I'm afraid that it will affect your feelings. You're a monk. You should have some peace …"

"Why don't you just marry me? "You don't want me, which is what's holding up my good youth …"

"You can't calm down. You don't know how to react to love. Love is deep, so why don't I still vulgarly marry you?" "Miss Wan, I'm going to return the favor. Why don't you try falling for me?"

Because of her active change in this life and in the previous one, even if the result was the same and he missed it, he would still be left behind.

Zhen Wan held onto her last glimmer of hope and waited for Monk Qing to reply. Monk Qing closed her eyes for a long time before closing them again. Zhen Wan bit her lips.

"I'm sorry Miss Wan, this poor monk has entered the Buddhist Sect for one day. I am a member of the Buddhist Sect for the rest of my life, and I can't go back on my words in vain."

Tears welled up in Zhen Wan's eyes. With great difficulty, she straightened her clothes, ran out of the cave, and returned to the temple. In her previous life, she also ran back this way in order to not answer Monk Qing's request for marriage. In the end, she received a cold and fell seriously ill.

Now, she was sick again. She was powerless to get up in the meditation room. She thought back to her past life, and her heart surged with sorrow. She was unwilling. The heavens had given her a chance to live a new life, so how could she waste it like this? She had already lived for more than a year. If she thought about it carefully, there were some things that had already been decided, and could not be changed …

However, if she were to repay her debt, she would not let Monk Qing Qing's world down … In his previous life, she had betrayed him. In this life, he had betrayed her, so they could be considered to have made up for each other. As Zhen Wan thought this, she gradually fell asleep.

When she woke up, someone from the Zhen Mansion came over. They said that they would bring her back to the palace three days later to recuperate. It was the same in her previous life as well. She was extremely happy to be picked up a few months early and return to her residence. When Monk Qing came to discuss the matter of returning to the mortal world with her, he was rejected by her.

In this world, she really wanted Monk Qing to come and tell her that he understood. So what if he had betrayed Tathagata? As long as he didn't let her down, that was good.

However, Zhen Wan had waited for the third day and still hadn't seen Monk Qing. She dragged her sick body and got up to ask around. A few monks said, "Monk Qing Qing has been reciting scriptures at the Buddhist temple for two days and three days. He has been eating and drinking at the Buddhist temple."

She forced a smile as she clutched her chest. As she laughed, she actually coughed up a mouthful of blood.