disguised holy monk

Xuan Qing has actually woken up, so when Wu Qichong called him "Brother Holy Buddha", he heard it, his heart trembled, he didn't expect this item to be so useful, he just used it...

The next moment, he felt dizzy before his eyes, and he floated up as if out of his body. When he woke up again, he was already in a dilapidated small courtyard.

Xuan Qing looked at himself, the black rosary, the white monk's robe, and Tsinghua University's moonlight, there was no shadow under his feet.

——He is probably already in the illusory realm created by "Memory Killing".

Wu Qichong's mother died early, and his father didn't like him very much, so he was raised as a stand-in since he was a child. Those poisonous insects, snakes and ants required him to test the poison first, and the pharmacist mastered the dosage before giving it to the young master.Xuan Qing set the timeline of Memory Killing when he was 12 years old.

This dilapidated courtyard is probably Wu Qichong's residence.

As he was thinking like this, there was a noise in the house.Xuanqing paused, then walked in. When he reached the door, thinking of the special nature of his body at this time, he raised his hand and tried the door panel lightly, and his fingers really penetrated through.

Xuan Qing hooked his lips, slowly equipped with holy light, and walked in through the door.

The young man in the house was wearing coarse linen clothes, and his body was thin, but the blood from the wound on his body made his clothes wet.He was probably going to take some medicine, but he accidentally fell off the bed. At this moment, his thin lips were pale and bloodless, and his brows were gloomy and cold.

Until a burst of dazzling golden light seemed to light up the cabin for an instant, the young man raised his hand to slightly block the light and looked over, and saw a scene that shocked him——

The handsome Buddha in white robes came from the halo, his brows without joy or sorrow seemed to be filled with natural compassion.

Is it God? ...

Wu Qichong stared at him blankly, his lips trembling, "Are you a holy Buddha sent by the Buddha?..."

Seeing the boy's reaction, Xuan Qing felt satisfied. It seemed that this appearance had achieved its effect.

But on his face, there seemed to be a hint of puzzlement and bewilderment in his eyes, and he shook his head and explained, "The little monk is just an unknown person. He was just practicing in meditation, but he opened his eyes and came here." He As he spoke, he looked at the blood-stained wound on Wu Qichong's body, and couldn't help but walk a few steps and squat down, "It seems that we are destined...Little benefactor, are you okay?"

The holy light around Xuanqing had already weakened, not as dazzling as before, but there was still a natural and holy halo, he helped Wu Qichong to lie down on the bed.

The young Wu Qichong couldn't listen to his explanation at this time, just stared at him blankly, and murmured: "You are shining..."

Seeing Xuan Qing pulling away to leave, he hurriedly raised his hand to grab the other's wrist, "Don't go..."

Xuan Qing was still wondering if the child had a fever and was confused?He touched Wu Qichong's forehead, it wasn't hot...

Xuan Qing smiled slightly, and comforted him: "Since it is fate, I will not leave for the time being. Little benefactor, please let go first, and I will help you look at the wound."

Only then did Wu Qichong slowly let go of his hand, Xuan Qing took the wound medicine from one side and helped him heal the wound.

Although the mind was shocked, the wound was numb with anesthesia. Wu Qichong's already tired nerves gradually fell into a deep sleep after applying the medicine.

Xuan Qing also meditated on the side to rest.

The next day, the sun came in through the broken window, Wu Qichong slowly opened his eyes, and the memories of last night flooded into his mind. For a moment, he only thought that he was dreaming last night. Is it the manifestation of the Buddha?

But when he sat up, he was facing Xuan Qing who was meditating with his eyes closed beside the dilapidated bed.

He was obviously in a shabby room, but he seemed to be growing a lotus under the seat, and the fine sunlight shone on him, just like the Buddha with his own holy light last night.

The next moment, Xuanqing's slender eyelashes trembled and slowly opened, and for a moment there seemed to be a starlight in the dark and bright eyes.He smiled slightly, his voice was clear and nice, "Little benefactor, are you awake?"

Wu Qichong's heart trembled slightly, he came back to his senses, looked at his well-bandaged wound again, and couldn't contain his excitement for a while, "Holy Buddha? Is it true...you haven't left yet?"

He wanted to reach out to touch the other party, but he shrank back in low self-esteem, a little afraid of offending the other party, and then really disappeared like a dream.

Xuan Qing was also stunned, and then thoughtfully, smiled and said: "Little benefactor, the little monk has already explained it last night, but he is just a practitioner who respects the Buddha and cannot bear the title of holy Buddha. Coming from an illusory realm, I don’t know time, space, or when I can go back..."

Xuan Qing deliberately didn't mention his dharma name, otherwise, with his real reputation, how could it be possible that Wu Qichong would not have known him for more than ten years?Fortunately, under the influence of the props, the young Wu Qichong did not pursue him.

At this moment, he only vaguely understood that the holy Buddha in front of him came here by accident while practicing kung fu, and he didn't know how to get back...

Thinking about it, he secretly felt a secret joy in his heart. If this is the case, will this person stay with him all the time?

He desperately wanted to get involved with the gods and Buddhas in his mind, and said cautiously: "Then you stay here, and don't call me little benefactor, my name is Wu Qichong, my mother used to call me Xiaoqi , you can call me that too. If you don't like me calling you Holy Buddha, then... can I call you brother?"

He could almost hold his breath after he finished speaking, his heart beating wildly, wouldn't it be too offensive for him to say that?

Xuan Qing was also taken aback, brother?No wonder this guy called me brother when we first met!

And the name Xiao Qi... After Xuan Qing thought about it for a while and then returned to reality, the scene where he called the tall, imposing Wu Qichong "Xiao Qi"?

He had a bit of a toothache, but he was cautious and a bit hard to refuse when he was still a young boy at this time.

After all, he is here to influence this person to make him wholeheartedly good, so slowly cultivate love and kindness, let's start with the title!

Thinking about it, Xuan Qing smiled slightly, and said gently: "It's just a title, Xiao Qi can call her whatever she wants."

Wu Qichong's bright eyes were instantly stained with a smile, and there was no vigilant and gloomy look in front of him yesterday.

Xuan Qing feels slightly relieved, it seems that it is still effective.