The vicious female supporting role in the book cultivation world is crazy and involuntarily

"Nan'er has been lying down for quite a while, why hasn't he woken up yet? Didn't you go to seek help from the Holy Teaching today? What did you say?"

"Hey, this..."

"Say it quickly!"

"Nan'er is possessed by a nightmare. The master said that the only way to relieve her nightmare is to send her to the temple."

"Then, if I recover..."

"Even if you recover from your illness, you can't come back."

"What! Isn't this going to kill me?!"

……

Who is speaking? Who is Nan'er? Where am I now?

Lu Zhaozhao had a splitting headache. She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and her body seemed to be imprisoned and unable to move.

The voices of a man and a woman echoed in her ears. At first, the woman was reluctant to let the man named Nan'er leave home, but the man told her that this would cost Nan'er's life. The woman was heartbroken and cried for a long time, and finally agreed.

Then, she seemed to be lifted up and placed in a square place, which was then shaken. After an unknown amount of time, the movement stopped and she was put down. A dense sound came into her ears, but she could not understand it.

A hint of sandalwood wafted into her nose, and gradually the fragrance became stronger, making her feel like coughing.

And she did cough it out.

The moment the sound was made, all the previous restraints seemed to be removed, and my eyes suddenly opened, and what came into view was a sea of ​​prayer flags.

Where is this!

Lu Zhaozhao's heart was filled with alarm, and he subconsciously wanted to grasp the sword beside him, but he touched nothing.

No branch to lean on!

There are no sharp weapons around him, and the results of years of practice have completely disappeared. This is a body that cannot be more ordinary.

Someone was looking towards her.

He is a little monk wearing a yellow robe.

Seeing that she had woken up, his eyes curved with joy and he shouted, "Master! Master! She's awake!"

Each shout was louder than the last, causing Lu Zhaozhao to have some tinnitus.

But I don’t know if it was the loud shouting that stimulated her, but at least her originally soft and weak body gained some strength.

She forced herself to sit up. It was just a simple movement, but it was extremely difficult for her extremely weak body. She took a few breaths before she slowly moved up.

"Hey, why are you sitting up? You're not well yet!"

The crisp but high-pitched voice rang out again. The little monk turned back and saw the patient tormenting himself like this. He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Lu Zhaozhao rubbed her aching ears and didn't want to pay attention to him.

But the little monk seemed to be kind-hearted. He rushed towards Lu Zhaozhao, helped her stand up, and placed a few soft pillows behind her.

Lu Zhaozhao opened his mouth and found his throat dry and couldn't make a sound.

The little monk was stunned for a moment, patted his bald head, ran to the table, poured a glass of water and handed it to her.

Lu Zhaozhao smiled and nodded at him, took a sip of water to moisten his throat, and coughed twice.

"Thank you, little master."

His voice was hoarse but at least he could make a sound.

"You are right, benefactor." The little monk scratched his head embarrassedly, with a blush spreading from his ears to his neck.

Lu Zhaozhao didn't expect him to be so shy and smiled lightly.

"Young Master, can you tell me where this place is and why I am here?"

"Ah? You don't remember?"

The little monk's eyes were wide open, and his big pupils were full of shock.

Lu Zhaozhao thought about it in his mind and nodded at him.

This frightened the little monk so much that he didn't even have time to close his mouth before he ran out again, shouting "Master - something terrible has happened -"

"Hey, little master——"

Lu Zhaozhao wanted to hold him back, but he was running too fast.

Not long after, the young monk came in with an old monk.

"Master, Master, is she stupid?"

The young monk grabbed the corner of the old monk's clothes, his face full of anxiety.

You are stupid!

Lu Zhaozhao laughed angrily, but still restrained his expression and looked at the elderly monk curiously.

He looked very old, with traces of time all over his face. His eyes were calm, as if he understood everything in the world.

He looked at Lu Zhaozhao, and his eyes seemed to penetrate Lu Zhaozhao's skin and reach deep into his heart.

Lu Zhaozhao blinked and avoided the intersecting gazes.

He didn't care. He clasped his hands together, bowed to Lu Zhaozhao, and spoke in a deep and calm voice.

"I heard that the donor's memory was damaged after waking up. I wonder how much of it is left?"

Lu Zhaozhao still kept his head down, thinking for a long time without saying a word.

"Do you still remember your name, family, and friends?"

Lu Zhaozhao shook his head.

The old man in front of her sighed softly, chanted "Amitabha", and looked at her with pity.

"Forgetting the mundane world may also be a kind of fate. My Buddhist name is Huizhen, which means I am a stubborn disciple who has forgotten the world." Master Huizhen said.

Lu Zhaozhao put his hands together and bowed to them. The little monk Lechen, who had been jumping around just now, was now very well-behaved beside his master. He also returned the greeting, but his big eyes looked around.

Master Huizhen felt somewhat guilty: "The donor entered the temple half a month ago to exorcise the evil spirits. Now the evil spirits are gone, but the temple still suffered damage. This is truly my fault."

"Master, I am deeply grateful for saving me from danger. However, I have forgotten everything that happened before and I really have no way to repay you."

"The donor is kind. However, due to his special physical condition, it may be difficult for him to leave Buddhism before reaching adulthood. Your mother has entrusted the donor to this place. The women's monastery is in the back mountain. Master Jingwen will be here shortly."

Master Huizhen smiled, his stern face instantly becoming kind, and he continued:

"Since the donor has forgotten his own name, it should be considered that his ties with this worldly world have ended."

Lu Zhaozhao responded in a low voice, bowing his head reverently: "In that case, please give me a name, Master."

"The donor's common name is Dainan, how about Guannan?"

I observe the sentient beings in Southern Jambuvipa, and the name in the Ksitigarbha Sutra is indeed an excellent name, but——

"Since we want to cut off worldly desires, why do we..."

Lu Zhaozhao was a little confused. Master Huizhen smiled and said, "Everything in the world is predestined. The fact that the donor called out this word in his dream must have a deep connection."

Lu Zhaozhao nodded and thanked him.

There were two knocks on the door, and then a nun in Tibetan robes walked in.

I think this must be Master Jingwen.

As soon as she entered the door, she greeted Master Huizhen and the young monk Lechen, then looked at Lu Zhaozhao.

Nun Jingwen was very beautiful. Time seemed reluctant to leave any traces on her face, only adding a bit of tranquility and serenity.

She smiled gently and nodded at Lu Zhaozhao without any aggression, which easily made people feel good about her.

It seems that I have to stay here for a long time.

Lu Zhaozhao felt bitter, but there was nothing she could do.