The doctor who treated Youyang was the young novice beside the old monk.
When the young novice turned around, she was completely shocked.
She was in a state of semi-dementia as if she had been struck by lightning.
After a while, Youyang rubbed her dry eyes and saw the handsome little novice monk still in front of her.
Her heart was twitching violently.
She still didn't believe her eyes.
She suddenly reached out and took off the little novice monk's hat, revealing her bald head.
She just had to accept everything in front of her.
Youyang swallowed two or three mouthfuls of saliva to relieve her dry throat, and said in surprise: "Why did you become a monk?"
The little novice monk put his hands together and bowed slightly.
"Poor Monk's Dharma Title Debate" Youyang chewed the word "bianji" and felt a little familiar.
She seemed to have heard it in a book or on TV, but she couldn't remember clearly.
"Wang Xijun, don't be so glib.
I don't believe you will become a monk."
Youyang was really puzzled by Wang Xijun's behavior.
How could he be so open-minded after being away for half a year and actually escape into Buddhism?
Wasn't he looking for a way back?
Could this be the path he found?
"Hey, it's actually a long story.
When I came out of Prince Wu's Mansion that day, I didn't have a target.
I just threw a copper coin and headed south if it was heads, and north if it was tails.
It turned out to be south.
A few days later, I met The master, Master Daoyue, said that I was not from this world.
I was very surprised and asked me why I came here and how I could go back."
Wang Xijun returned to his usual cool and humorous manner, and kept calm.
Youyang bent her fingers, gave Wang Xijun a hard blow on his bald head, and shouted, "Stop talking and tell me."
Wang Xijun touched his bald head in pain and rolled his eyes at Youyang before saying: "Master said that the reason why I came here is because I have done too many evil things in this life, which will lead to untimely death in the next life and my soul will linger after death, but you can think of me in the next life."
As a doctor, it was considered a meritorious deed, so he secretly allowed me to return to this life to make up for the sins I had committed, so I decided to ask Master to shave my head, convert me, and from then on spread the Dharma and accumulate virtues.
I only hope to achieve perfection in future generations.”
When Youyang saw that Wang Xijun knew why he traveled across time, she couldn't wait to ask: "Did the Master tell me what happened to me and when can I go back?"
Wang Xijun shrugged and spread his hands.
"Master didn't say, I think it's probably because the relationship has not yet been resolved.
As for when you can go back, I actually asked, but Master said that you can go back when you are old enough."
"Doesn't that mean you didn't say anything?"
Youyang curled her lips and said, "Then why do I look so similar to Gu Youyou?
Could it be that she is my previous life or has something to do with it?"
Master Daoyue came back from outside at some unknown time.
He replied: "You two have nothing to do with each other, it's just a coincidence."
Melodious sigh.
"Oh, it turns out that there are people in the world who look the same even if they are not related by blood."
"It's not surprising that it took more than a thousand years for you to be born."
Although Wang Xijun had tonsured himself and converted, he still spoke the same way and was not serious.
Youyang rolled her eyes, curled her fingers and threatened the bald head: "Why are these words so unpleasant?
I'm so impatient."
Seeing Wang Xijun dodge in a hurry, Youyang had no choice but to give up, but there was another thing in her heart that was still puzzling.
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She asked: "You and Master Daoyue rescued me in Anzhou, but why didn't you send me back to Prince Wu's Mansion?"
Wang Xijun raised his eyebrows, pointed at his melodious face and asked.
"Are you sure you want to send it back like this?"
"What does it look like?"
Youyang was confused, and a bad premonition came to her heart.
She just saw a slight burn on her hand.
Could there be other reflective objects like bronze mirrors in the room?
She looked around and asked with her eyes.
Wang Xijun.
Wang Xijun knew that Youyang was looking for a mirror, so he pointed at the large tank filled with water in the courtyard.
Youyang immediately rushed out and lay down on the water tank.
The water ripples were rippling, but her face was still clearly reflected.
At this time, almost the entire left side of her face to neck was burned, and her hair was as bare as Wang Xijun's.
Youyang touched the top of her head in disbelief, but the original thick long hair was no longer there.
The strong pain when her hand touched her face made him wake up.
It turned out that her fever was so serious.
"Ah" the melodious shout penetrated the entire temple, and then he plunged into the water tank and fainted.
Day after day, although the burns on Youyang's face slowly scabbed, the scabs receded, leaving shocking scars.
She barely managed to survive the fire, but there are few girls who can bear the pain of disfigurement.
Woolen cloth When Wang Xijun came in with the food, Youyang was wiping away tears.
Girls are girls.
No matter how strong and optimistic they are, there will be times when they can't bear it.
Wang Xijun patted Youyou on the shoulder and expressed comfort, "Eat, only when you are full can you have the strength to recover."
"You said you are such a funny person, why did you escape into Buddhism?"
Youyang put away her tears.
She was not a person suitable for sadness, but she was a girl after all.
As a girl, she would inevitably not be able to accept her appearance. destroy.
"What does escaping Buddhism have to do with being funny?
As the saying goes, meat and wine go through the intestines.
In the heart of the Buddha, even if you are a monk, you need to eat, talk, and tell jokes."
Wang Xijun's eloquence is first-rate, and his speaking of great principles is unparalleled. , a few words made Meiliang laugh out loud.
"Haha, you are the first person in history to be able to become a monk with such style," Youyang said and put down his own injuries.
"We monks in the 21st century must look like people in the 21st century.
It's not in vain.
Little monk, I still feel comfortable watching you smile after I became a monk.
You are a born comedy genius and are not suitable for tragic dramas.
Don't act in the future" Wang Xijun said to Youyang Filled with rice, he handed Youyang a pair of chopsticks.
"Now it's more comical."
Youyang touched his bald head, and all his hair was burned.
Fortunately, he was rescued by the mage in time.
If he had been a step later, he might have been burned to death.
Even if he didn't die, he would have been burned.
I don't know my face.
Wang Xijun raised his eyebrows and said: "Don't think about it, I will have my hair and my face, but there is no bread here and I can only eat rice."
"Yeah, it's useless to think about it.
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It's all burned."
Although they are all vegetarian dishes and rice, she can still eat them alive.
Isn't this God's greatest favor for her?
Youyang ate all the food served by Wang Xijun with a great appetite, as if the person experiencing the pain of disfigurement was not her.
Youyang's optimistic temperament made Wang Xijun feel heart-broken.
His eyes were full of pity.
He quickly put away the dishes and ran out of the room.
The more Youyang acted like this, the more his heart ached.
He was afraid that he would be the one crying next second. .
Looking at Wang Xijun's back as he hurriedly ran away, he smiled warmly.
It was a gift from God to have such a companion in this strange world
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