This scholar is a bit cruel

Chapter 61: Praying for a Child in a Temple
Spring is bright.

The breeze blows slowly, bringing with it the fragrance of flowers.

When Sun Yaner mustered up her courage and walked towards the figure in front, the scene suddenly became quiet.

Huang Zhaodi had just been humiliated, and she actually dared to go over there?
Everyone's eyes followed her forward and stopped behind the young man.

"Luo Zijun..."

Sun Yaner came behind him and called out in a low voice.

At this moment, her tone no longer had the arrogance and pride she had when they first met, and it even sounded a little humble.

She didn't know why she suddenly became like this.

Her mind was in a mess right now, and her feelings towards the young man in front of her were so complicated that even she couldn't explain it clearly.

hatred? gratitude?

Or both?
Or any other emotions?
She really can't tell the difference.

Luo Zijun heard the voice and turned to look at her.

Sun Yaner looked at his handsome face and cold eyes, and suddenly her heart was panicked. She didn't dare to look him in the eye, so she avoided his gaze and lowered her head and said, "I..."

"If you come over to thank me, you won't have to."

Before she could finish, the young man in front of her interrupted her with a cold expression: "I saved you not because you are Sun Yaner, if it was anyone here, I would save you."

Sun Yaner raised her head, her eyes suddenly filled with tears: "Luo Zijun, you... do you hate me so much?"

Luo Zijun shrugged: "Miss Sun, you're overthinking it. I don't even know you, why should I hate you?"

The two were indeed unfamiliar with each other.

We have only met a few times, and each time it seemed unpleasant.

"..."

Sun Yan'er looked at him with tears in her eyes, her eyes full of grievance.

But she knew that she must not cry at this moment.

Now the men and women in the academy should all be looking at her, perhaps waiting for her to tell the gossip between her and him...

"Thank you for saving me..."

She didn't dare say anything more, for fear that she would burst into tears. After thanking him, she immediately turned around and fled.

"You're welcome. If Miss Sun also wants to marry me, then go and plow the fields like Miss Huang did and earn money for me."

Luo Zijun said something to her back.

Sun Yaner bit her lip and tried her best to hold back the tears that were about to fall.

This guy is so... so annoying!

"Luo Zijun! You have a really poisonous tongue!"

Huang Zhaodi couldn't help but speak loudly.

Luo Zijun replied: "It is indeed very poisonous. It just kissed you, and I guess you are also poisoned."

Huang Zhaodi's face turned red all of a sudden, and she said in embarrassment: "You...you..."

She stamped her feet angrily and said, "Let's put things in perspective. Even though you saved me, I still think you have a very vicious tongue! Very hateful! Can you... can you change in the future? If you change, you will be a perfect man."

Luo Zijun said: "Why should I be perfect? ​​If I become perfect, what if you keep pestering me? Wouldn't that be very troublesome for me?"

When these words were spoken, all the students couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"you……"

Huang Zhaodi was so angry that her chest hurt. She knew she couldn't win the argument and was afraid that she would only continue to humiliate herself if she continued to talk, so she could only snort: "Whatever you want, you deserve it if you can't get a wife in the future! Yan'er, never pay attention to this bad guy again!"

Luo Zijun ignored her.

It would be best if this girl could really make the eldest lady of the Sun family stop bothering him in the future.

Wang Dafu suddenly whispered in grief: "Brother Luo, I just remembered that you kissed my Zhaodi just now. Did you also kiss her cute little canine teeth?"

Luo Zijun said: "No, I just bit her cute little tongue."

"what!"

"puff……"

The Su Bies nearby all laughed.

Wang Dafu wailed a few times and said earnestly, "Brother Luo, my Zhaodi has a crush on me, your brother. As the saying goes, a friend's wife should not be bullied. Stay away from her and don't talk to her, okay? Just think of it as your brother begging you. I will kneel down for you. How about this, let's go back to the city tomorrow night, and I will take you to Tianxian Tower and find you some of the sexiest girls, okay?"

Su Bie on the side said with a smile: "Dafu, you should ask Miss Zhaodi to stay away from your brother Luo. Don't you see that it is Miss Zhaodi who has been taking the initiative all along?"

Wang Dafu immediately said proudly: "My Zhaodi was speaking up for her sisters when she saw injustice. A girl like this is a good girl! A girl like this is qualified to have a crush on me, Wang Dafu!"

Su Bie smiled and said, "Maybe she's not the one who has a crush on you?"

Wang Dafu suddenly became anxious: "It's her! I'm sure it's her!"

"Oh, why?"

Not only Su Bie was confused, but Luo Zijun, Xu Xian, and others also looked at him in confusion.

Wang Dafu snorted coldly and said with a smug look on his face: "Look at those girls, who is the cutest? It's naturally my Zhaodi! With my brother's charm, it is impossible for him to attract those ugly ones, and those ugly ones don't have the courage to have a crush on my brother, so it can only be her!"

"Brilliant!"

When everyone heard his analysis, they all admired him.

This guy's reasons and logic are really awesome and stupid, in short, awesome!
Wang Dafu became more and more proud, patting Luo Zijun on the shoulder and saying, "Brother Luo, you are the only one who is a threat to me here. After all, you saved Zhaodi and kissed her, but it's okay. As long as you pay more attention in the future, I am still confident that I can deal with her."

Luo Zijun humbly asked for advice: "Then how should I be careful?" Wang Dafu whispered: "Ignore her. As long as she approaches you and wants to talk to you, you should scold her as much as you can. If it doesn't work, hit her, but don't hit her in the face, and don't break her cute little canine teeth."

Luo Zijun was speechless: "Do you think I'm a violent person?"

"do not you?"

Wang Dafu looked at him with confusion.

Luo Zijun ignored him.

A group of people were talking, looking at the scenery, and enjoying the breeze, and soon they arrived at the foot of Hanshan Temple.

A stone staircase, rising and falling, extends upward to the temple above.

There were petals and grass leaves fallen on the stone steps.

There were also some birds chirping, jumping and pecking at the fruits.

It was almost evening.

Many tourists who came to burn incense and worship Buddha have begun to come down.

But for these students, this is just the beginning.

It's not easy to get out here, and it's so lively here, so of course I want to have fun.

"Let's go, climb the mountain!"

A group of people began to climb the stone steps.

at the same time.

In a side hall in the backyard of Hanshan Temple.

The door was closed, the light was dim, and smoke was rising from the stove.

A woman wearing a luxurious purple dress, a bamboo hat and a veil was kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, closing her eyes and praying quietly.

In front of a pillar not far away, two maids stood with their heads down, as still as wooden sculptures.

The room was silent.

At this time, an old monk in a gray robe came out from the inner room, clasped his hands together in front of the woman, and said in a voice without any sadness or joy: "Amitabha, you have been kneeling here for a long time."

The woman still knelt quietly on the ground, as if she didn't hear what he said.

The sandalwood in the stove gradually burned out.

A long time passed.

The woman slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of watery pupils, and murmured in a low voice: "So what if I have been kneeling for a long time? Did the Buddha show his power?"

Her tone was full of self-mockery and resentment.

"I have indeed been kneeling for too long... From the age of fourteen until now, I have become accustomed to it."

The old monk sighed, bowed his head and said: "Amitabha, this is fate, why force it, you should go back first."

The woman raised her head and looked at him: "Master, I don't have time to wait any longer. He has not touched me, not because he doesn't want to, but because he can't... But I need a child now, otherwise, all my previous efforts will be in vain."

The old monk lowered his head, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

The woman's beautiful eyes, as charming as peach blossoms, looked at him with watery eyes: "Master, I have made up my mind. I hope you will grant my wish."

The old monk bowed his head and chanted Buddha's name, still without saying a word.

The woman's eyes were filled with pleading: "I am willing to rebuild the golden body of the Buddha statue in the temple; I am willing to be a vegetarian for the rest of my life, do good deeds and accumulate virtue; I am willing to recite sutras every day to pray for the salvation of all living beings... I only hope that the Buddha can help me..."

The old monk closed his eyes and kept his head down without saying a word.

The woman was silent for a while, then lowered her head and asked, "Master, do you still remember how Hanshan Temple escaped the anti-Buddhist rebellion?"

The old monk finally opened his eyes and slowly raised his head: "Why do you bother me, sir?"

The woman smiled bitterly: "For this kind of thing, I can only take the opportunity to come here to worship Buddha and find you."

She looked at the old monk in front of her, with a complicated look in her eyes: "If I don't look for you, who else can I look for? My family has been destroyed, and although you have joined the Buddhist sect, you still gave birth to me and raised me, didn't you?"

"Amitabha……"

The old monk lowered his head and closed his eyes again.

The woman looked at him and stopped talking.

a long time.

The old monk Fang slowly said, "Tonight, the students of West Lake Academy will come to the temple to worship Buddha and stay overnight."

The woman's eyes moved, and she was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm afraid they are all mediocre people with empty reputations."

The old monk lowered his head and said nothing.

The woman sighed softly and said, "Okay, wait until they come up and I'll take a closer look. If there's someone I can compromise with, then tonight..."

"Amitabha……"

The old monk seemed afraid to listen any further. After chanting the Buddha's name, he lowered his head and retreated.

The hall returned to silence again.

"Are you a student from West Lake Academy?"

The woman's eyes flickered, and she raised her head. Her eyes, as beautiful as peach blossoms, looked at the Buddha statue above. Her towering chest rose and fell gently with her breathing.

"Qing'er, get ready..."

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)