disguised holy monk

Xuan Yuan was tall and tall, and he stood with his lips pursed without getting angry.

The man suffered severe pain in his wrist, and his forehead was sweating. He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Damn it, the monk beat someone!"

Onlookers gradually began to point and point around, Xuan Yuan was not good at words, so he couldn't help frowning.

Xuanqing clasped his hands together, and said in a calm manner: "Amitabha, why should the benefactor be aggressive with foul language..."

The man was exasperated, "I discipline my servants and want you troublesome bald donkeys? Is it to beat people after learning martial arts from Monk Temple?"

Xuan Qing shook his head slightly, his expression was full of compassion, "Practicing martial arts is only for physical fitness, and should not be used as a tool to bully the weak, and the same is true for benefactors."

Hearing this, Xuan Yuan raised his hand and threw the man away, the man couldn't help but took two steps back before being supported by several other people.

His face couldn't hold back, his green and white changed back and forth, and his expression was stern, "Give it to me! Beat them!"

After he finished speaking, a group of people had picked up the sticks on one side and rushed up.

Xuan Yuan was so apprehensive that Xuan Qing could not use force, so he pulled him behind him and went up to meet him.

Xuan Yuan didn't make a move either, mostly resisting the incoming punches.His Arhat Fist and Vajra Palm were extremely powerful, and he was majestic in fighting in a short jacket and monk's clothes. Even if he only defended but did not attack, several people quickly fell down with weak hands and feet.

"You, you wait for me!"

The man didn't dare to act rashly any more, so he could only turn around and run away after saying harsh words.

When the group of people disappeared, the people around were full of admiration for a moment, and a kind person stepped forward and said: "Little master, you should go quickly, that person is a famous local snake here, I am afraid that if you go back, you will ask someone to ask you to come back." Come to trouble you..."

Xuan Qing thanked him, then took a few strides forward, helped the boy up, and asked in a concerned voice, "Little benefactor, are you alright?"

In front of Xuan Qing, there was a brief introduction of the boy's character attributes——

【Name: Wanyan Fusheng

Age: 18

Background: A beggar on the street, lonely and helpless. (to be discovered)

Features: Excellent roots, exquisite cooking skills (apprenticeship available)...]

When the boy fell in front of him just now, the character panel popped up because the system's apprentice mechanism was triggered.Xuan Qing would not say that he saw cooking skills at a glance!What's more, the surname Wanyan doesn't sound simple.

It was only after he brushed the black hair off the face that he could see the other person's face clearly. His eyes were as black as ink, and there was a handsome face that could not be concealed by some mess.

But if it weren't for the character introduction, Xuan Qing would not be able to tell that he is already, probably because of malnutrition, he looks a little thin.

At this time, he was so painful that he couldn't speak, and his shiny black eyes could only stare at Xuan Qing.

Xuan Qing didn't dare to touch him anymore, just checked his pulse, took out the medicine bottle and poured a pill for him after a while.

The boy was covered with injuries, but he looked at him blankly as if he didn't know the pain, and remained motionless.

Xuan Qing thought that the other party was worried about something, and explained with a smile: "Don't worry, the pain will be relieved."

The boy came back to his senses, and quickly took the medicine handed to his mouth. A warm current flowed through his body, and the pain seemed to disappear after a while.

Xuan Qing checked it carefully again, sighed, and said with concern: "You have broken two ribs and injured your leg and need to rest. Where is your home? We will send you back."

The young man stared at him blankly. He seemed to have never seen such a good-looking and kind-hearted person. He shook his head, his voice was low and dry, "I have no home, and no relatives."

Xuanqing's black eyes were pitiful, and he couldn't help but said: "Then are you willing to go back to Qingchan Temple with me to recuperate?"

The young man slightly raised his head to look at him, with long eyebrows and bright eyes, calm and unrestrained, his whole body seemed to be covered with the light of Buddha.

With a sob in his throat, he nodded unconsciously and replied "yes" in a low voice.

"Well, you can't move now, I'll carry you." Xuan Qing smiled, and just about to carry him, Xuan Yuan on the side had already put down the sutra box on his back, stretched out his hand and carried the young man on his back easily .

"I'll do it." With steady eyes and a firm expression, he was already walking forward with the young man on his back.

"Brother..." Xuan Qing couldn't intervene, so he could only carry an empty scripture box on his back and follow behind.

……

It was already dark when we returned to Qingchan Temple, Xuanqing placed the young man in an empty room, and set bones for him to treat his injuries.

The effect of his medicine was amazing, and the boy felt a comfort he had never had before.

When the work was over and the night was already deep, Xuan Qing let out a long breath, "Okay, I'll be fine after half a month of recuperation."

"If the little benefactor doesn't think the monastery is poor, you can rest here to recuperate your wounds." There was a soft smile between his brows, but he didn't look impatient at all.

The young man's black eyes were bright, looking directly at him, he felt his heart burning, he pursed his lips, and said in a slightly astringent voice, "Thank you, master...my name is Fusheng."

After a pause, he said again: "Master, don't you ask why they chased and beat me?"

Xuan Qing turned around and poured a cup of tea to him, then smiled and said, "Do you want to talk?"