The Silent Watcher of Tianji Temple Chapter 4

Asking for meat in front of a monk.

The monk brought the porridge to his bedside, but the moment he heard these words, his whole movement paused.

He lifted his eyelids to look at him.

He had never seen such a look on anyone's face.

It was playful and slightly malicious, as if he was talking about something ordinary and clarifying his own needs, but inexplicably there was a teasing and inappropriate taste to it.

When he was sleeping, he was like two different people.

"Why, am I wrong?"

Although Tianji Temple rarely gets involved in the world, there are temples out there. Zane Shen is not interested in Buddhist matters, but he cannot be unaware that monks abide by the rules and regulations and do not eat meat.

He did it on purpose.

Seeing that the monk was looking at him with a hint of disapproval in his eyes, he became more excited and started to provoke him even more.

"I'm injured, and eating your porridge alone is not enough. Besides, you can become a monk, but I won't. What's the saying? Help people to the end, and send Buddha to the west. Although I'm not a compassionate god or Buddha, monks are compassionate. You can't just watch me get worse with my injuries, right?"

In fact, he had the strength to say so many words and could even barely put on such a cool attitude. His injuries had improved a lot compared to last night.

Drinking plain porridge is certainly unbearable.

But compared with eating meat, there is actually not much difference.

For Zane Shen, the most difficult thing is the **Divine Art.

But he wouldn't say these words.

When people are bored, they always have to find some fun for themselves. Undoubtedly, the dumb monk in front of him is a perfect source of fun.

Not only because of his words, but also because of his gesture which contained a hint of unwarranted malice, the monk frowned slightly.

His eyebrows are also very beautiful.

He was not as sharp and cold as Zane Shen, but had the calmness and compassion of a Bodhisattva lowering his eyebrows, and even when he frowned, he did not show any hostility.

Zane Shen couldn't help but be fascinated.

He wanted to take a brush and carefully trace the two eyebrows on paper so that he could see them clearly. How could they be so beautiful?

But when I lifted my finger, I realized that if I drew it alone, it would lose its flavor.

It was as if these two eyebrows would only look so beautiful on the monk’s face and only when paired with his eyes.

But the monk ignored him.

I ignored his gaze.

He just slowly relaxed his frown, still walked over with the porridge in his hand, and handed the bowl to Zane Shen.

Zane Shen subconsciously raised his hand to take it.

But when he picked up the wooden spoon and stirred the steaming bowl, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, and a sense of mystery arose in his heart.

"You know I've recovered a lot from my injuries?"

Last night he couldn't even lift his arms, so the monk fed him porridge. But just now he handed the bowl of porridge directly to him.

Are you sure he can take it?

still...

"Tsk, are you angry and so lazy to feed me porridge?"

After handing over the bowl of porridge, the monk had already turned around, but when he heard these two words, he turned back and looked at him.

There was a hint of ice and snow in this look.

But they disappeared in a flash, and Zane Shen almost thought it was an illusion, because the next moment he found that these eyes were still the same as before, calm and still.

Monks are dumb, so even if they have some ideas in their mind, they probably can't say anything. What's more, Zane Shen didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

The only problem was the malice he couldn't suppress.

Some people are born bad.

For example, him.

The lives of others are worthless, only your own life is precious; after sitting in a high position for a long time, the pain of the past is forgotten, and the pain of others is regarded as pleasure.

There are always people in the world cursing him, saying that one day he will be killed without a complete body.

But Zane Shen never cared.

Just be happy while you are alive. Death is only temporary pain. What does it matter if you don’t have an intact body?

Therefore, he is evil and unbridled.

The attitude towards people is the same as the attitude towards this monk.

The more he knew that he was a mute and kind-hearted, the more he wanted to talk to him and the more he wanted to find things to bully him.

Seeing that the monk ignored him, Zane Shen laughed, raised his arm, and leisurely took two mouthfuls of porridge to drink, but he did not look away.

Still looking at the monk.

"Are you in charge of the alchemy room and medicine room of Tianji Zen Temple? I see that you are a good doctor. You should have saved me at the Monument to Stop the War, right? What if I am a wicked villain and kill you when I wake up, what will you do..."

This is a very thoughtful statement.

It seemed as if he was not a wicked person, but was just worried about the safety of the monks and made such an assumption.

But in fact, he was the big villain that most people in the world wanted to kill.

If Mason Gu, who knew his true nature well, was here, he would have probably sneered and cursed him as "utterly hypocritical".

But this bald donkey doesn't know.

As Zane Shen spoke, he narrowed his eyes, looking somewhat comfortable.

Of course, the monk heard everything he said.

But there was no response.

I don't know if he was really angry or just didn't care what Zane Shen said. He just walked over calmly and sat down at the desk.

Next to it stood a simple bookshelf with some scriptures scattered around.

The monk simply spread a layer of rice paper on the table, rolled up his sleeves, poured water and ground ink, then spread out a scroll of scriptures on the table and began to copy them.

Zane Shen was stunned for a moment.

Inside this bamboo house, apart from the faint scent of white sandalwood and the monk in his moon-white robe, there is actually no sign of any connection between Buddhism and Tianji Temple.

But at the moment he sat down to copy the scriptures...

The light coming through the window comes in strips.

It was actually a little dark in the room, but the monk happened to be sitting in front of the window, and the winter sunlight shone through the gaps, falling on his shoulders, his neck, and on his hand holding a small goat-hair brush.

There is a kind of lazy Zen feeling.

Such a focused look...

Lower your brows and eyes.

It would make people like Zane Shen, who have dark minds, unable to help but envy the scriptures and texts that he is paying such close attention to.

At this moment, Zane Shen knew very clearly that no matter what he said, the monk would not pay any attention to him until he finished copying.

So he continued talking without wasting his energy.

After finishing the porridge, he casually placed the empty bowl on the empty space beside the bed.

Then started thinking about eating meat...

No, think about your injuries.

**The Divine Technique is a very domineering martial art.

Even though Zane Shen hated the embarrassment it brought him when it backfired, he had to admit that it really was worthy of making him endure it all.

But now, none of his meridians are blocked.

As long as he could reopen a meridian, he could create a gap. With the miraculous effect of the **Divine Art, he would be able to slowly reopen the rest of the meridians.

In this way, even if the cultivation level cannot be fully restored, it will be close.

Meridians, meridians...

It really gives me a headache just thinking about it.

Besides, there were other things that gave him a headache: After such a big incident, what was the situation of the Demonic Path now? How many people were causing chaos? How many people were waiting to kill him?

Even if he could repair some of his meridians, recover some of his strength, and get out of this isolated bamboo house, there might be ambushes outside the Tianji Zen Temple.

After all, his escape route was too clear.

Seeking help from the Demonic Path and getting back in touch with Jian Tianya would be a good idea. But...

Things are different now.

Zane Shen still remembered the knife that stabbed him in the back, and the scarlet cloud-lightning pattern on the knife...

The name of the knife is "Wushang".

It was the knife he gave to Kai Pei.

It is the knife that Kai Pei never leaves.

Who was the one who plotted against him?

Is it Kai Pei?

If it wasn't Kai Pei, how could the knife end up in someone else's hands? What happened to Kai Pei himself?

He used to be able to call the wind and rain, but once he fell into trouble, he realized that although the world is vast, there are almost no people he can trust.

Except myself.

The only person he could trust at this moment was himself, and this magic formula that had frightened the world, saved his life countless times, and also brought him ten years of humiliation.

"On the twenty-seventh..."

Zane Shen muttered to himself, feeling tormented in his heart.

"Gulp..."

There was a slight sound of water.

He turned around and saw that the monk who was copying scriptures at the table had put down his pen, picked up the teapot beside him, and poured water into a clean cup.

Seven points full.

Then he picked it up and drank it.

Zane Shen shouted: "Don't drink!"

...

The monk paused, seemed a little surprised, and looked up at him.

Peaceful, clear eyes.

Even the neck looks like it's carved from jade.

Zane Shen's gaze stayed on his Adam's apple for a moment, then somehow moved to his lips. Thinking of how this bald donkey had just ignored his request for meat, he still couldn't suppress the slight displeasure in his heart.

So the words that were originally intended to stop him were swallowed back into his stomach.

He smiled half-heartedly, pointed at the teapot on the table, and said coldly: "To be honest, I just poisoned this pot."

...poison?

The monk lowered his eyes and glanced at the water in the cup. Although it was cold, it was still clear. There was no sign of poison.

He just thought that this person who was rescued from Zhigebei and Bodhi Creek had a bad temper and loved to play jokes, so he ignored him.

He brought the cup to his lips and slowly drank the water.

Zane Shen's gaze towards him suddenly became strange, but he couldn't help laughing out loud while curled up in the warm quilt.

I've seen stupid things, but I've never seen anything so stupid!

Everyone told him not to drink anymore!

"Hahaha, you monks from Tianji Temple, do you really not know that people are evil? I told you it was poisonous, and you, a bald a**, actually dared to drink it! I am laughing to death..."

...

The monk drank the water and didn't notice anything unusual.

So he really didn't understand the reason behind Zane Shen's reaction, and he didn't know what was so funny about it.

If you can’t figure it out, just stop thinking about it.

He simply put down the cup and carefully and meticulously tidied up the table. He put the scripture he had just taken out back on the bookshelf, and also gathered up the rice paper on which the scriptures had been copied.

It seems like he is about to leave.

Zane Shen was still laughing.

There is even an inexplicable sense of being difficult to control.

It was not until the monk walked past his bed that he grabbed the corner of his sleeve. He was laughing so hard that his body was still shaking, and he couldn't even take back the strange smile on his face.

"Hello."

The monk couldn't help but stop, holding the copied scriptures, and looked down at him.

Zane Shenwei looked up at him, his eyes full of teasing and mockery, and he slightly restrained his smile and said seriously: "Do you know what you just drank?"

...

The monk was silent for a moment and shook his head slightly.

Zane Shen narrowed his eyes and apologized seriously: "I'm really sorry, I didn't know you wanted to drink the water in the pot, so when I woke up this morning and drank the water, I drank directly from the spout..."

When he spoke the last sentence, he deliberately slowed down his speech.

The seven words "drink directly from the spout" become particularly clear in this slow process, making it impossible to ignore them!

His penetrating gaze fell on the monk without any hesitation.

Then, it was easy to notice---

The moment he said this, the monk, who had been calm and composed until now, suddenly stiffened up for a moment.

Zane Shen suddenly felt pleased, and the laughter that he had just suppressed came out again immediately.

Even louder than before.

Normally, he would feel disgusted if anyone drank water from the cup he had used.

So every time when the backlash of the **Divine Art occurred, Kai Pei always wanted to get close to him, but he never succeeded.

But at this moment, perhaps because the disgust was transferred to others, he didn't feel so disgusted anymore.

Anyway, it’s not you who is drinking other people’s saliva.

Want to laugh.

I really want to laugh!

Even though he laughed so hard that the wounds on his body began to hurt, he couldn't stop. After all, the momentary stiffness of this bald donkey just now...

It’s true. So true.

"I have reminded you of this..."

While laughing, he also tried to excuse himself, without any sincerity at all.

The monk stood motionless beside his bed. The previous stiffness and awkwardness slowly faded away in the laughter that Zane Shen could not hold back.

A pair of eyes looked at him, but the gaze became deeper and deeper.

In the end, he couldn't stand for long.

Zane Shenxiao had already let go of his sleeves, so he held the scriptures and carried the food box, then opened the door and walked out.

The pace seemed a little faster than when he came here calmly.

The laughter in the house hasn't stopped yet.

When he was about to leave from under the eaves of the bamboo house, a voice with the remnant of a smile came from inside, and it was hard to tell whether it was a cold or warm voice, a joke or a threat.

"Monk, I am not a good person. I advise you to cure me within 27 days. Otherwise, I am afraid that you will be eaten alive by me, and not even a bone will be left..."

...

The monk paused again. He didn't understand what Zane Shen meant, but he felt that the water he had just drunk had turned into charcoal, burning his throat, heart and lungs.

An extremely strange feeling.

...

The monk finally left.

The smile on Zane Shen's face gradually faded, replaced by an expressionless coldness.

What I just said was not a joke.

He stood up and searched the entire house carefully after the monk left.

In the wooden cabinet in the corner, he saw his blood-stained robe and the Chuihong sword that was kept beside him and still had some blood on it.

I reached out and touched the wide sleeves, and felt something slightly thick and soft.

So I knew that thing was still there.

With his mind calmed down a little, Zane Shen's slender fingers slowly brushed across the scabbard of the Chuihong Sword, and a light flickered in his eyes.

In the end, he did not move his sleeves or the sword, and closed the cabinet door again.

It is not appropriate to act rashly at this time.

If I contact someone outside rashly, who knows whether they are reinforcements or assassins...

It would be best to know what is happening outside as soon as possible.

After thinking for a moment, Zane Shen looked out the window again, at the tall mountain and the Zen temple shrouded in clouds and mist on the mountain.

Tianji Temple...

Since he holds such a transcendent status in the martial arts world, it's impossible that he doesn't know anything, right?

Suddenly, some strange thoughts arose in my heart.

Zane Shen thought of the rumors circulating in the martial arts world, the numerous masters in Tianji Zen Temple, the wise monk Shanzai who was "shocked by the intruder", and the three volumes of Buddhist scriptures in the Thousand Buddha Hall that had not been seen in the world for sixteen years...

"If I could go inside and take a look..."