The seven emotions and six desires are all my nourishment

[Whoever wants to do it can do it. Damn it, first clean up the money at home.]

When Jingyan went to wash his hands, he looked down into the water and nearly died of fright. [Fuck! No wonder the Buddha didn't save me!]

[It's been two damn years since I left the monastery, and my hair is only an inch long! I'm even darker and thinner than when I was in the nunnery!]

[No wonder, with such a dark, skinny, and emaciated appearance that one can't tell the difference between front and back, this Buddhist disciple has no sympathy for him!]

[Tsk, you bastard! Of the six women, only the malnourished one doesn't deserve a name...]

[Hmm...] Jingyan touched his chin and laughed.

After scooping some water into the wooden basin, Jingyan grabbed a handful of bath beans and washed his face and hands.

[Those women need to be gathered together as soon as possible, and those children need to be born!]

[These bastards aren't any good either. Just a bite of food from each of them would keep Jingyan, who raised them, alive.]

[But what about them? Fourteen children, both boys and girls, and not one of them helped Jingyan. Let them suffer the consequences!]

Jingyan's soul leaped with joy, then returned to calm...

Soon, Jie Chen finished his morning prayers and was about to go out for a walk... Oh no, to observe the world.

He saw Jingyan washing his face. Without saying anything, he flicked the dust off his shoulders and slowly walked out.

Jingyan sneered, poured out the water for washing her face, went into the house and packed up the cloth she had woven last night to sell tomorrow.

Jingyan is not stupid, but his speed in saving money cannot keep up with Jiechen's sophistry, and he is always "needed" by various reasons for spending.

Now she only had five big coins under her bed, but there were five taels of silver and a gold in Jiechen's wardrobe. These were all earned by Jingyan from weaving, and the others were earned by Jiechen from chanting sutras for people to ward off bad luck.

However, there was a wooden box under his bed, which contained five silver notes, each worth ten taels. Jingyan knew nothing about this.

[Hmm, it seems this Buddhist disciple is truly insightful. Wow, he handles people very well. I'm afraid he's saved up the incense money from the temple.]

Since the Buddha said, "If you pass on the teachings with bare hands, future generations will starve to death," then I should be compassionate and try to save them from anger.

[Ah, the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra says it so well: 'If I don't go to hell, who will?']

[Well, after all, I'm from Buddhism. I'm willing to sacrifice my life to help others achieve a golden body! Let me go to hell, Kangmang baby!]

As she said this, she took the banknotes away, leaving not a penny behind.

He looked at the monk's thick bedding, sighed, and recited a Buddhist mantra.

Then Jingyan took out all the cotton from Jiechen's quilt. Thinking about it, there were also cotton coats and cotton pants. He thought that Jiechen must be more willing to endure hardships and save others than to enjoy life.

After all, she is also one of the suffering people struggling in the world. It’s not too much to save her, right?

I just took out all of them.

There were many reeds by the river at the door, so she picked a lot of reed flowers and cattails and filled the monk's quilt.

Jingyan looked at the piles of bedding and clothes drying in the air in the yard and clapped his hands with satisfaction.

When she turned around to collect the unpacked cotton, she saw a sickly, pale scholar wearing a square scarf nodding at Jingyan.

Oh, what a coincidence! Isn't this her next-door neighbor?

Jingyan was so focused on his work that he didn't know how long this sick guy had been watching.

Jingyan was panicked and responded with a crooked bow.

The sick man turned around slowly, started coughing again, spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped it with a handkerchief, and then slowly returned to the house as usual.

have to say……

This male version of Lin Daiyu, the scholar, looks like a Chinese vampire.

The pale little face, long eyebrows, cool and thin almond-shaped eyes, high nose bridge, and pink and white thin lips, she is really damn good-looking!

No wonder Jingyan also wanted to save him. After all, she and Jiechen were from the same school, and both had the same Buddhist heart of loving the world.

Jingyan is now very interested in scholars, and he doesn't know whether it is easy to raise this thing!

The main reason is that he looks too weak. Although he didn't die from the illness, he didn't live a very happy life either.

I don’t know how long I can survive in her hands and what kind of life I will become?

Wow~ It feels so challenging!!

Moreover, this sickly thing was so mean, he saw what she did but didn't say a word...

Hehehe, since you're going to be single anyway, why not let me have it for you...

Jingyan smiled somewhat obscenely, wrapped the cotton, went back to the house, wrapped it in a torn bed sheet, and threw it into the space.

Tomorrow, after the beautiful nun arrives, she will have to go to the sick scholar's house at night.

Now, she is hungry!

She caught both chickens at home, raised her knife and chopped them off. "Amitabha, I will send you to the Western Paradise!"

He plucked the feathers and washed them quickly, then stewed both of them. Because of long-term malnutrition and mental tension, Jingyan didn't dare to eat too much and his stomach was shrunken due to hunger.

After the stew was done, she only ate one chicken leg. A bowl of chicken soup made her feel so full that she couldn't even take any medicine pills in her weak body.

Being too weak to take supplements is exactly what she is like now. If she takes any, she will probably go to the West to see the Buddha.

Jingyan sighed, took out a pill, and licked it with his tongue.

Looking at the body covered with fishy and dirty water, Jingyan drew water and took a comfortable hot bath.