Tuo Yan carried Song Ruoxi into the room, put her on the bed and sat down, stood in front of her, raised her hand and touched her chin, and looked at her with exploratory eyes, "You..."

"What's wrong with me?" Song Ruoxi shrank his neck and looked at him timidly. He wouldn't want to beat her, right?

Tuo Yan stared at Song Ruoxi's face and said for a while: "You are different from them."

"People have many faces, women are very fickle, don't you know?" Song Ruoxi was very glad that Tuo Yan was not familiar with the original, so she could make her quibble.

Tuo Yan's eyes moved downwards, landing on Song Ruoxi's chest, curling the corners of his lips, and smiling badly. Song Ruoxi hugged his chest with both hands and looked at him with caution, "You can go out."

Tuo Yan suddenly bent forward, and Song Ruoxi fell backwards with fear, his eyes wide open, and asked in panic: "What are you doing?"

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in the little girl." Tuo Yan reached out and took off a yellow bamboo leaf from Song Ruoxi's hair, raised his eyebrows, and grew a little longer, so that he could be included in the mansion.

"Thank you, my son, for helping the poor nun take off the bamboo leaves." Song Ruoxi squeezed out a smile and bit his tongue to thank him.

"Smiling so ugly, don't laugh." Tuo Yan turned around and walked out of the door with the bamboo leaves, walked to the door, and looked back at Song Ruoxi, "Miss Second, see you in the capital."

Song Ruoxi shivered, and her eyebrows were about to stretch, frowned again. She didn't want to see him at all. She fell backwards on the bed, but she would still stay in the temple as a nun.

Not long after Tuo Yan left, the little nun brought ice. She wrapped it with a cloth and applied it to the swollen place. It was cold and cold, making Song Ruoxi shudder.

"Uncle Master, do you really need not apply medicine?" asked the little nun.

"No need to apply medicine, that's fine." Song Ruoxi looked up and smiled at her, "Okay, you go out first, thank you!"

"Disciple leaves." The little nun clasped her hands and retreated.

The wounds were damaged for a hundred days. Although Song Ruoxi's injuries were not as good as this, he had to stay in bed for four or five days, trapped in the Zen room and could not go out, lying on the bed to read books, urging people, and leisurely.

"Jingchen!" Jian'er pushed open the door and rushed in, "Jingchen, I'm here to say goodbye to you, I'm going home."

"Ah?" Song Ruoxi suspected that he heard it wrong, "What did you say? Are you going home?"

"Well, my brother is here to pick me up home." Jian'er looked excited, "Jingchen, I'm not an abandoned baby, I have my parents, and my brothers and sisters."

"Your brother?" Song Ruoxi frowned, "Where did he hit him?"

"My brother, you know the one you bumped into outside the mountain gate." Jian'er smiled so hard that her eyes bent into crescent shape. She had been an orphan for nine years, and suddenly she realized that she still had relatives and was ecstatic.

"Is Tuo Yan your brother?" Song Ruoxi widened her eyes in surprise. This surprised her even more than her traveling through time and space. "Is it true or false?"

"Really." Jian'er nodded vigorously, "I'm going to go back to Qingyuan with my brother tomorrow."

"Senior Brother Jingxuan agrees that you will go back to Qingyuan with him?" Song Ruoxi could see that although Jingxuan was very strict with Jian'er, he also relied on her.

"Master Jingxuan agrees, Master Huijin and Master Jingye agree, too." Jian'er reached out to hug Song Ruoxi and jumped, "Jingchen, I'm so happy, I can go home! I can go home!"

"Jian'er, congratulations, you can go home." No matter what, finding relatives is a happy thing. Song Ruoxi gently hugged Jian'er, his eyes were slightly red, and there was a light of water floating. When he came here through time and space, he would never go home to meet his parents. He could no longer be the little princess in front of his parents, and acted spoiled by his parents.

Jian'er let go of her hand and saw Song Ruoxi like this. She mistakenly thought that Song Ruoxi couldn't bear to leave her, so she hugged her again and said, "Jingchen, I can't bear to leave you either. I will find an opportunity to see you in the future. Don't be sad."

Song Ruoxi closed his eyes, forced his tears back, opened his eyes again, and calmed down in his eyes. He gently pushed Jian'er away and said, "Jian'er, go open that box, there are two embroidered purses inside, you can take them over."

Jian'er opened the box and took out her purse as she said.

"There are thirty taels of silver in each purse, you can take it." Song Ruoxi didn't know Jian'er's true life experience. She was just worried that Jian'er would suffer if she didn't have a silver deal, so she would give Jian'er the money she sent to Jian'er after the New Year. It was a little less, but it was better than not.

"No need, my father is Mr. Chengjin, and his family is rich." Jian'er stuffed his purse back into Song Ruoxi's hand.

"These money is for you to use as private money in case of emergency."

"What are my needs?" Jian'er's idea was simple, thinking that as long as she got home, everything would be fine.

Song Ruoxi choked and said annoyedly: "Since it is an emergency, I will not know until it is time to go. Now I don't know what emergency you will have in the future. I am not a god."

"Oh oh oh, I understand, Jingchen, don't be angry." Jian'er smiled and put away her purse, "Thank you, thank you!"

"My foot is sprained and I can't walk around. I won't go to see you off tomorrow."

"Jingchen, you should pay more attention in the future. Not long after you came to the temple, you became sick three times." Jian'er said worriedly.

"A sprained foot is an accident, not a disease." Song Ruoxi said in a frustrated manner.

"Then you will have fewer accidents and less sick."

"Accidentally, I'm not going to be sick."

"That's why you pay more attention!"

After chatting for a while, Jian'er went back to pack her things, and the next day she followed Tuo Yan back to Qingyuan.

Jian'er's departure did not have much impact on the lives of the nuns. Only Jingxuan suddenly announced that she would go into seclusion and practice, and asked Jingye to set up another quiet room for her after she left.

Jingye was stunned. Unexpectedly, Jian'er's departure would cause Jingxuan to be so severely affected. Her eyebrows were frowned. How could a practitioner be so unwilling to let go? Zhengyan said: "Senior Brother..."

"Junior Brother Jingye, Pomni has made up his mind, so there is no need to say much." Jingxuan said firmly.

Jingye sighed, and it was hard to say much. Just as she asked, she found a more remote Zen room for her. Jingxuan entered the Zen room alone, tied the door, sat cross-legged on the futon in the room and closed his eyes and meditated.

Jingye reported this to Huijin with a worried look on his face, "Master, my senior brother is old, and this retreat practice may cause damage to her body."

Huijing lowered her eyelids and chanted the Buddha's name with her mouth, "You can see the wonderful Dharma in silence, and you will only know that it will be possible to let go of all kinds of fate."

Jingye was stunned, and her expression was so sad and happy.

"I'm going to see Jingchen." Huijin stood up and went straight out.
Chapter completed!