northernbook Chapter 200 He Knelt and Killed Buddhas, Just for You
Chapter 200 He Knelt and Killed Buddhas, Just for You
Wen Zhixia was thinking, let's deal with this separately.
Fu Ruoshi often said harsh things, but what he did left an indelible mark in her heart. Even if it was a stranger, she would be moved to tears, let alone the person she once loved the most.
"Let him speak. Unless he's mute, no one can control what he says."
"Okay, let's go to the station together this weekend."
"Ah."
After Fan Xiaolin left, Wen Zhixia took a shower and tidied up the dormitory.
Lying in bed, my mind was still in a mess, thinking about what happened at Jinghai Hospital and the interview with Fan Xiaolin.
besides......
She turned her head and saw the small amulet on the bedside table. She took it and held it in her palm.
She suddenly remembered that she hadn't replied to Fu Ruoshi's WeChat messages for a long time since she angered him and left last time.
Of course, Fu Ruoshi still persevered in sending her messages every day:
For example, [make sure you haven’t blocked me, no need to reply]
[I have finished the Niuhuang Jiedu Pills you gave me]
Going back to the United States
【Can you give me a punctuation mark? 】
Wen Zhixia could understand this kind of single-player feeling. When she was at the Fu family, she also sent him a lot of messages, and he would only reply to one or two at most.
However, compared with her total rejection now, his hot and cold attitude in the past made her feel even more uncomfortable.
Sometimes he came back from a business trip in the morning. The winter in Jincheng was wet and cold, which made her always want to stay in bed.
He stretched out his cool hands, cupped her face, and pulled her out of the quilt. "Little hedgehog, spring is here. Don't hibernate anymore. I'm going to dig you out of the soil."
She remembered that he was always unnaturally gentle when she was half asleep and half awake like this.
But after waking up, he returned to his lukewarm attitude. She didn't know what she had done wrong. Many times she suspected that his kindness was just a dream.
She never wanted to live like this again.
I would rather never have it than have it and then lose it. I would rather never have hope than have hope and then be disappointed.
She looked at Fu Ruoshi's last text message on her phone: [Can you reply with a punctuation mark?]
She thought about it and replied:.
Fu Ruoshi immediately sent a voice message on WeChat: "You're looking for me so late, are you feeling lonely and want to call me a duck?"
Filtered by the receiver, his voice was lower and muffled, but still so frivolous.
Wen Zhixia didn't hesitate and immediately retorted: "Yes, I'm freezing. When I'm bored, I want to find a good-looking duck to play with my feelings."
She wouldn't let his dirty talk fall to the ground.
Fu Ruoshi shines brightly when given a little sunshine. He said excitedly, "Then play with me. I'm more fun than a duck."
Wen Zhixia decided not to joke with him and directly dialed the voice call.
"I'm here, ancestor." The voice on the other end was lazy. "How can I help you?"
Wen Zhixia got to the point, "I want to ask you, when you left that day, there was a pool of blood under the tree. Was it vomited by you?"
The other side obviously paused.
"Ah?" Fu Ruoshi suddenly raised his voice, three parts restrained and seven parts joyful, "You chased me out that night? You came after me? Look at you, why didn't you call me?"
"..."
Why is he so easily carried away?
"Just tell me if it's true or not." Wen Zhixia said in a steady tone, "Those who lie should swallow needles."
After she finished speaking, she realized that she had said the wrong thing.
Fu Ruoshi had actually swallowed a needle before, and fish hooks are sharper than needles.
How could this outspoken habit be contagious?
"Oh, no, no," Fu Ruoshi cleared his throat, "I guess one of the puppies is constipated and his poop is bleeding."
Wen Zhixia didn't believe it.
What Lao Yu told himself was that he held on to the tree and stood by it for a long time.
However, no one in the world could pry open Fu Ruoshi's mouth if he didn't want to say anything. Wen Zhixia had deeply realized this after what happened with Zhao Xiaoning.
"Why aren't you talking again?" Fu Ruoshi asked.
Wen Zhixia came back to her senses. "It's nothing. As a doctor, I still want to remind you that your throat injury hasn't fully healed yet. Don't overwork yourself, don't eat spicy food, and stay calm."
Fu Ruoshi was quiet for a moment, then chuckled, "Ancestor, with your words, all my illnesses are cured."
The busy week is coming to an end quickly.
Saturday morning.
Wen Zhixia and Fan Xiaolin boarded the high-speed train to Hanshan Temple.
Hanshan Temple is at the junction of Jincheng and Jinghai, about a forty-five-minute drive away.
The weather is fine today, the bells of Hanshan Temple are ringing, maple leaves are fluttering, and the incense is still burning.
There were many pilgrims coming to burn incense. After Wen Zhixia came in, she asked for high-quality incense and flowers. After offering them outside the hall, she accompanied Fan Xiaolin inside to draw lots.
The two first came to the main hall for seeking careers. Fan Xiaolin, with her press card, knelt devoutly before the Buddha statue:
"Buddha, I'm an investigative reporter. This is my press card. I'm currently conducting an undercover investigation at a hospital. I beg you to bless me so I can uncover the truth. Thank you so much."
After the worship, Wen Zhixia laughed at her, "What you said is too rustic, even the Buddha despises you."
"Think I'm unsophisticated?" Fan Xiaolin protested. "If you can do it, go ahead. Let's see how classy you are, huh?"
Wen Zhixia pulled her to the hall to pray for health and safety.
She knelt before the Buddha, kowtowed three times, and held up the amulet Fu Ruoshi had given her:
"Buddha, you should have seen the man who requested this amulet. His name is Fu Ruoshi, and his ID number is xxxxx. He hasn't been in good health recently. I hope he's healthy and safe. He doesn't need anything else, as he has everything. Therefore, he won't accept transfers. Please, thank you."
Fan Xiaolin was listening to her extremely down-to-earth lines from behind and thought to herself that this was no more advanced than mine.
"As expected of a medical student, so serious! They even asked for my ID number and refused to accept transfers," she said, puzzled. "What can I transfer?"
Wen Zhixia said seriously, "Someone in my grandfather's family was transferred. He had a son and came to pray to Buddha, saying that he wanted another son. But his son came out a while ago, and his boyfriend shouted "Hello, Dad" as soon as he came home. Isn't this a transfer?"
After worshiping the Buddha, lighting incense, going to the consecration room for consecration, chanting scriptures, praying, and burning incense, the whole ceremony is completed after ten minutes.
Wen Zhixia held the blessed health talisman in her palm, feeling it was heavy.
Just as he was about to leave, a monk quickly followed him from behind.
"Hello, benefactor. May I ask if you are Benefactor Wen Zhixia?"
Wen Zhixia turned around curiously and saw a monk with an immortal look. She nodded hurriedly, "Yes, that's my name."
"I, Guang'an, may I ask if you know the donor Fu Ruoshi?"
"Yes, I know him!" Wen Zhixia's eyes widened. "You know him too?"
Guang'an nodded. "Just now, when you were offering incense, I noticed that the amulet you were holding was obtained specifically for you by him after kneeling in the twelve halls to slay the Buddha."