After Zhang Huixin cried for a while, she adapted to the darkness. She switched on the lights and saw the monk who had been helping her all this while. Countless possibilities flashed through her mind, but she never imagined that Fangzheng was really a monk! After all, the number of monks she had seen growing up could be counted on one hand. How could it be such a coincidence that Keke found one so quickly? And he was a good monk? From her point of view, there was absolutely no one in the world who would treat her well for no reason. If there was, apart from her family, it had to be someone plotting something. But what else could her family be plotting against? She had thought that Fangzheng might have taken a liking to her looks. If sacrificing herself could exchange for a stable environment for Keke, she was willing.
However, she never expected that the man in front of her was really a monk! He was fair and clean, and his face wasn't that of a gentle beauty. Instead, he had a gentle handsomeness to him. With his white monk robes draped over him, he looked like a swordsman from ancient times.
At that instant, Zhang Huixin was a little infatuated. She thought, "There's actually such a handsome man in this world? It's truly unbelievable. I thought it only existed in books. "
Zhang Huixin's infatuation wasn't love, but a human's love for beauty. Another reason was that she had been blind for too long. It had been too long since she had seen a living person. To suddenly see a very handsome monk, coupled with her gratitude, all sorts of accolades made Fangzheng appear like a god to her.
Some people called this reaction the Diaochan theory …
"Thank you, Master." For the first time, Zhang Huixin acknowledged Fangzheng's identity as a monk. It was also the first time she respectfully addressed him as master. However, she felt a little regretful. If Fangzheng wasn't a monk and had miraculous medical skills … If he had really taken a liking to her, Fangzheng might have given her a warm home … Unfortunately, Fangzheng was ultimately a monk.
Fangzheng pressed his palms together and smiled. "Amitabha. Congratulations, Patron. Patron, can you treat your legs now? "
With the treatment of her eyes, Zhang Huixin was naturally very convinced of Fangzheng. She nodded and openly showed her legs.
However, when she looked up, she saw that Fangzheng had already closed his eyes.
Zhang Huixin asked in surprise, "Master, what are you doing?"
Fangzheng shook his head. "It's improper for men and women to have physical contact. Patron, don't worry. This Penniless Monk can treat your illness without opening his eyes. Benefactor, lie down properly. This Penniless Monk is going to insert the needle. "
When Zhang Huixin saw this, she sighed. At that moment, she really wished that Fangzheng wasn't a gentleman and that he would renounce asceticism. However, when she saw the righteous Fangzheng in front of her, she suddenly felt a little ashamed of her inferiority. She didn't think further and quietly slumped on the bed.
Little did she know that Fangzheng was also lamenting. "It's hard to be a good person. It's even harder to be a good monk. I've never seen a woman take off her pants since I was young. Now that I have the chance, I still can't see anything. Amitabha. Sigh."
Although Fangzheng was wailing inwardly, he was ultimately a monk that had grown up from a young age. His eyes were tightly shut as he sensed Zhang Huixin's position. He released his aura, allowing him to sense nearby objects. Fangzheng condensed his Qi into a needle in midair and began inserting the needle a centimeter away from Zhang Huixin's leg.
Zhang Huixin's leg wasn't born with a disability, but due to various reasons, some of her nerves had died and her blood vessels were clogged. Fangzheng's medical skills were no longer considered medical skills. He used the Quintessential Qi in his body to repair the nerves and unclog the blood vessels with Qi needles to achieve the effects of treatment.
Of course, pure medical skills could also treat her, but the process would be a lot slower. At the same time, he needed to use a lot of good medicine. This was something Zhang Huixin's family clearly couldn't afford.
More than ten minutes later, Fangzheng retracted his hand and whispered, "Patron, try standing up."
However, Zhang Huixin didn't move even after Fangzheng waited all day. Fangzheng turned his ear and realized that Zhang Huixin had already fallen asleep.
Fangzheng silently covered Zhang Huixin with a blanket before walking out with a lonely look.
Standing on the balcony, he looked up at the moon in the sky and mumbled inwardly, "A woman taking off her pants and lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully in front of a man she's not particularly familiar with … Am I that harmless? Why do I smell the scent of a ten-thousand-year-old bachelor dog? Bitter … "
After an uneventful night, Fangzheng woke up early the next day and went out to buy groceries.
Although he had treated Zhang Huixin's and Keke's illnesses and had used his Quintessential Qi to replenish their nutritional deficiencies, they still needed nourishment.
Under Fangzheng's odd gaze, Fangzheng bought another chicken and a huge pile of vegetables. On the way back, he heard the rumbling sounds of chains being pulled. Only then did Fangzheng recall that he had thrown Song Bin into the Door to Hell yesterday. Counting the time, an entire night had passed. The bastard was about to be released!
Fangzheng hurriedly cast A Golden Millet Dream to lure everyone around him into a dream, making them ignore the existence of the Door to Hell. At the same time, Fangzheng was somewhat curious. Would Song Bin change after he toured Hell in the middle of the night? If he didn't, should he throw him in to enjoy himself again? It would be a one-day trip.
Just as Fangzheng's thoughts were running wild, the door opened a crack. The evil ghost on the door reached in and grabbed Song Bin out like he was grabbing a chick before throwing him to the ground. Following that, he pressed his palms together and bowed at Fangzheng. Only then did the Door to Hell slowly sink and vanish.
On the ground, Song Bin's eyes stared blankly as though he was dumbfounded.
Fangzheng walked over and before he could say a word, Song Bin suddenly crawled up like a carp. Then, he flipped over and knelt on the ground. He kowtowed at Fangzheng until his head bled. However, he had no intention of stopping. He shouted loudly, "Master, Arhat, Bodhisattva, Buddha, I was wrong. I know my mistakes. I won't dare to bully the weak again. I won't bully orphans and widows again. No, I won't dare to do bad things again. I swear that I will be a good person in the future … Please, Master, Arhat … "
Fangzheng looked at Song Bin and knew that the child's transformation was almost complete. The only thing that didn't change was that his tongue seemed to have grown longer and he spoke more.
Fangzheng said, "Since you know your mistakes, get up. Hell is only serving your sentence. How you redeem yourself will depend on your performance in the future. "
"Yes, yes, yes … Master, Arhat …"
When Fangzheng heard that the fellow was about to recite the scriptures again, he hurriedly shouted. "Enough. Talk less and do more. That's how you show your sincerity. Go on." Fangzheng was still in a rush to return to make breakfast for Keke and Zhang Huixin, so he didn't have the time to listen to Song Bin's nagging. Therefore, he began chasing him away.
When Song Bin heard that he could leave, he hurriedly got up and ran off. He didn't even thank Fangzheng.
Fangzheng looked at Song Bin's back and rubbed his nose. He mumbled. "He sure is obedient. I told him to talk less and do more, but he did it without even saying thank you."
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