Facing everyone's begging eyes, Fanyin subconsciously looked in Shen Jiayan's direction.
Shen Jiayan was still following what he had just taught him just now, staring at the medicine in the pot without blinking. Carefully stir the medicine in the pot, and add some medicinal materials to it from time to time.
The whole person was so focused that he didn't even see Su Yun coming.
Sanskrit's heart softened, and his eyes couldn't help being stained with a slight smile. Even he himself didn't know how gentle he was looking at Shen Jiayan at this moment.
Fanyin didn't know, but Su Yun could see everything clearly.
Su Yun stood in front of Sanskrit and blocked his sight. I don't know why, but I was a little flustered in my heart. I always felt that things would not be as easy as he expected, so I said sternly: "Master Fanyin, you have to think clearly, the lives of the people in Mocheng are compared with one Su Yichen. How important is it?"
"Naturally, the lives of the people in Mocheng are more important." Fanyin said in a deep voice, but before Su Yun showed a happy expression, he added, "But the poor monk will not compare them at all. Because Yun For the poor monk, the dust and the people of Mocheng have never been an optional relationship between the two."
Sanskrit stepped over Su Yun and stood up: "The poor monk swears here that he will devote his efforts to find a cure for this plague. If you are willing to believe in the poor monk..."
Before Sanskrit had finished speaking, someone grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and threw it on him. The man's eyes were full of hatred: "Go away! We don't want to listen to you, a hypocritical monk!"
If one person takes the lead, countless people will follow suit.
"What national teacher? Pooh, I don't want to do such a small thing for us! I still believe in you, believe in you!" After finishing speaking, he took off his stinky shoes and threw them at Sanskrit.
For a moment, everyone's inner anger seemed to have an outlet to vent: "Smash this cold-blooded and heartless monk to death. Let's smash it together!"
Even the skinny and shriveled child followed the example of the adults, grabbed the stones on the ground and threw them at Sanskrit, saying in his mouth: "Smash, smash you to death!" They may not understand why What, but already got a cruel satisfaction from such an act.
Su Yun just watched with cold eyes, without the slightest intention to stop it. Didn't you even care about the world for that bitch? Then I'll let you taste what it's like to be cast aside by everyone in the world!
Sanskrit just stood there, and didn't intend to resist. Let the dirt and grass clippings leave all kinds of dirty marks on his body.
Seeing that the mantra didn't move, those people became more and more violent. They only cared about venting their anger, and didn't even care about what they were throwing out of their hands.
A stone the size of the palm of an adult man came through the wind and smashed straight at the back of Fanyin's head.
Before Sanskrit could react, Shen Jiayan rushed over and hugged him from behind, calling anxiously, "Master, be careful!"
The stone missed the mantra, but hit Shen Jiayan's forehead by chance, and immediately, bright red blood trickled down the corner of his forehead. The blood flowed into Shen Jiayan's eyes, and the blood in front of his eyes was hazy. Shen Jiayan resisted the bouts of dizziness in his mind, and tried his best to smile at Fanyin: "Master, don't worry, I'm fine."
After Shen Jiayan finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes.
Fanyin's hands trembled violently, trying to cover Shen Jiayan's wound, but the blood flowed more and more, and soon soaked the handkerchief.
Sanskrit hugged Shen Jiayan tightly, knelt on the ground silently, raised his eyes and looked over one by one, the eyes were indescribably cold.
And anyone who came into contact with Sanskrit's eyes couldn't help shivering, wishing they could shrink themselves into a ball and hide them. There is no other, because that gaze is too indifferent, being watched by that gaze is like being stabbed in the heart with an ice knife in the cold winter, from the heart to the limbs.
"The Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" Fanyin said softly, "If he does what he does today, I will drag you all to hell!" Yun Chen, so what if it is a human or a Buddha? Without you, I would rather become a demon!
Fanyin left with Shen Jiayan in his arms.
In the Tingchan Temple far away in the middle of Beijing, the pond was full of lotus flowers, and all of them withered overnight.
One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon.
When Shen Jiayan woke up again, he only felt that he had a splitting headache and couldn't move his limbs. Seeing the back of Sanskrit Yin boiling the medicine from a distance, I felt a faint inexplicable strangeness: "Master, what's wrong with me?"
Sanskrit brought the medicine bowl to Shen Jiayan's lips, and said lightly, "It's okay, you'll be fine if you drink this medicine."
As soon as the medicine approached, Shen Jiayan frowned. There seems to be a strong fishy smell in this medicine, just smelling it makes people feel like vomiting. Shen Jiayan turned his face away: "Master, can I stop drinking? This medicine smells so bad."
Sanskrit was stunned for a while, then brought the medicine bowl to Shen Jiayan's lips, and insisted: "Hey, drink it and you'll be fine."
Shen Jiayan couldn't resist him, so he took a sip and felt that the taste was worse than the smell, and the fishy smell in his mouth made people feel nauseous.
Shen Jiayan lay on the edge of the bed, and immediately vomited up what he just drank.
But the effect of this medicine is excellent, obviously only swallowed a little, but the limbs can move slightly.
Sanskrit patted Shen Jiayan's back, his eyes were full of distress, but he still passed the medicine bowl over: "Yun Chen, drink up the medicine!"
Seeing the unbearable look in Fanyin's eyes, Shen Jiayan stopped embarrassing him, took the medicine bowl, pinched his nose and drank it all in one gulp.
For the next few days, Fanyin seemed to have completely forgotten about the plague outside, and only lived in this hut with Shen Jiayan at ease, never saying a word about the outside.
Today, after drinking the strange medicine for several days in a row, Shen Jiayan finally reached the limit: "Master, when can this medicine be stopped?"
It was just a simple question, but Fanyin's whole body was slightly stiff.
Sanskrit met Shen Jiayan's clear eyes, retracted the dark light in them, and said vaguely: "You are seriously injured, and you still need to drink for dozens of days."
Hearing this, Shen Jiayan lowered his eyes, with a look of disappointment on his face, "I still have to drink for so long!"
Sanskrit touched Shen Jiayan's hair hesitantly, a trace of struggle flashed across his face, but in the end it turned into a firm expression: "Good boy, just finish drinking." These words seemed to be for Shen Jiayan, but also seemed to be saying Hear it for himself.
The fishy smell in this medicine is getting heavier every day.
Shen Jiayan has always been unable to figure out what medicinal ingredients were put in this medicine to cause this.
It wasn't until one day, when he was able to walk around, that he finally saw what Fanyin put into the medicine pot——Fanyin took his own heart and blood to make medicine for him.
"Master, what are you doing?" Shen Jiayan grabbed Fanyin's hand that was about to slash at his chest with the dagger, and asked tremblingly.
Sanskrit turned his head, there was a wound on his left chest, and blood was still oozing out. But he himself didn't seem to feel anything, put down the bloody dagger, covered his clothes and said, "Yun Chen, you go back to your room first."
"Master, I'm already cured, I'm really cured! Don't make me any more medicine, okay?" Shen Jiayan grabbed Sanskrit's sleeve and begged, his eyes were so cloudy that he could hardly see Sanskrit's expression clearly .
No wonder the fishy smell in the medicine is so strong; no wonder Sanskrit's face is getting paler every day; no wonder the medicine works so well... Shen Jiayan wished he could slap himself: why didn't he discover all this earlier
Sanskrit pursed his lips, and pulled Shen Jiayan's hand: "Yun Chen, listen to the teacher, and go back to the room now, okay?"
"I don't!" Shen Jiayan took a few steps back and looked at Fanyin stubbornly, "Unless you tell me, Master, what kind of disease I have, why do you have to use your blood as medicine?"
Sanskrit had never felt so powerless for a moment. After a long while of silence, Sanskrit finally said, "It's not because you're sick, but because you're trying to solidify your soul."
"Solid soul?" Shen Jiayan murmured and repeated.
"The time you saved me, you actually lost your breath. It's just that I forcibly trapped your soul in your body." Fanyin lowered his eyelashes, hiding the real emotion in his eyes, "But it's just It's useless to be trapped, your soul and body can't fuse together again, so you have to fix your soul."
Shen Jiayan bit her lower lip tightly: "Then tell me, master, how many days does Gu Hun need to drink this medicine?"
"Forty-nine days." Sanskrit looked at Shen Jiayan with pity, "Hurry up, Yunchen, it's only fourteen days."
"No, Master, I will never take another sip of this medicine, absolutely not!" Shen Jiayan clenched his hands into fists, with deep crescent marks on his palms, "Master, what are the consequences of changing your fate against the sky? Don't you really know?"
"So what if you know, so what if you don't know. Yun Chen, if becoming a Buddha can't keep you, then I will be willing to become a demon for you!" Sanskrit turned his head, with faint blackness in his eyes, "If you don't drink, I'll force it; if you don't drink it, every moment I pass, I'll kill a person in the city; you'll always be willing to drink it."
Judging by Sanskrit's appearance, it is obvious that he has been deeply possessed.
"Master, but I'm already dead!" Shen Jiayan took a step back, choked up and said, "Just let me go with peace of mind, okay?"
Sanskrit held Shen Jiayan tightly in her arms, so tight that Shen Jiayan could hardly breathe: "Impossible! Yun Chen, don't even think about leaving me, unless I die!"
If you are destined to be my calamity in this life, then I can only respond to the calamity.