Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Before he finished speaking, Gu Yao had already stepped out the door.

The abbot looked up, but could only see two red and white hems of his robe against the backlight.

The two, smiling, walked away hand in hand in the morning light.

At the entrance of Xinyuan Temple, Jingchen led them outside.

The young novice monk put his hands together in prayer and took out a string of prayer beads from the sleeve of his robe. The seven-jeweled prayer beads were infused with the scent of sandalwood.

He presented the prayer beads with both hands, saying, "These are things that someone entrusted to you. They have been enshrined in this temple for many years, and it is time to return them to their rightful owner."

Gu Yao was stunned, staring blankly at the Buddhist beads in Jing Chen's hand.

He smiled and reached out to take the string of seven-jeweled Buddhist beads.

"Thank you, young master."

Jingchen nodded. "In that case, please descend the mountain, benefactor."

Then the mountain gate was closed.

Gu Yao held the string of Buddhist beads in his hand and shook it, his eyes bright, "Fox."

"Ok?"

“Chen Juan, this is yours.”

He reached out and grabbed Shen Juan's wrist, slipping the string of seven-treasure Buddhist beads onto the boy's wrist with an air of undeniable authority.

"My fox,"

"I want to always be the happiest little fox."

Shen Juan looked down, but could only see Gu Yao's lowered eyelashes, his fingertips lightly stroking the red coral bead, his expression gentler than ever before.

The seven-jeweled Buddhist prayer beads adorned the young man's wrist, making him even more elegant.

Each one was obtained by Gu Yao through arduous prayers before the Buddha.

Each one has been blessed by a highly accomplished monk.

This was also Yan Yu's coming-of-age gift.

For those few months, he knelt before the Buddha every day, chanting scriptures and pouring out all his life's prayers.

I wonder if this string of Buddhist beads protected that boy and helped him survive the hail of bullets on the battlefield.

He didn't ask.

Or perhaps... I dare not ask.

Gu Yao sighed softly and was about to withdraw his hand.

Shen Juan twirled her fingers, lowered her eyelashes, and grabbed Gu Yao's wrist.

"Sir, there is no need to blame yourself. You have the ambition of an eagle, how can you be confined to a small place?"

"Whether in the past or now, all of Chen Juan's actions come from his heart."

No complaints.

"I have no regrets."

The boy's voice was so calm it sounded like he was stating a fact, yet it stirred something in Gu Yao's heart.

Gu Yao looked in the direction of the sound and saw the morning light, like shimmering leaves, shining on Shen Juan's extremely handsome face, giving it a soft glow that made his blue eyes appear both gentle and firm.

How should I describe this kind of fox?

It's a bit seductive.

I want someone to do something bad.

And Gu Yao did just that.

He ripped off the boy's collar and, in the soft morning light, kissed his lover.

The air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood incense, and the long, lingering sound of the temple bell echoed through the mountains.

For a long time.

Gu Yao and Shen Juan stayed in the capital for a few days. Their pastry shop hadn't closed down, but there were fewer customers than before.

Shen Juan held a piece of osmanthus cake in her hand, her expression not very pleasant. "My lord, no wonder this shop isn't doing well."

"It was really not done very well."

Gu Yao: "..."

You know how to put people down.

What kind of truth are you talking about?

He and Shen Juan had lived in the capital for over twenty years, and the reputation of this small shop was built up little by little.

The owner of this shop now sells expensive and unpalatable pastries, no wonder there are hardly any customers.

Gu Yao sighed softly and put the pastry he had taken a bite of back into the oil paper package.

"So many years have passed, and everything has changed."

Even the current shop owner is not the same person who took over the shop back then.

However, things have changed and people are no longer the same.

On the very day they were about to leave the capital, an obituary appeared in the city.

The abbot of Xinyuan Temple has passed away.

The newly appointed abbot is Jingchen.

Gu Yao didn't react much when he heard the news.

She simply tightened her grip on Chen Juan's hand.

He turned back to look in the direction of the city gate, sighed softly, and said, "Let's go."

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The day we returned to Suchen Mountain was a clear, sunny day with a gentle breeze.

Looking at the large crowd below, Gu Yao's smile deepened, and he silently shielded Chen Juan behind him.

"Qingyuan, are you trying to turn the world upside down?"

Qing Yuan seemed to have finally achieved something, his face beaming with a broad smile. He stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Gu Yao.

“Your Majesty, you are mistaken. You taught us to act impartially and to punish anyone who oversteps the bounds. We are learning from you now.”

He spoke respectfully, but the smug smile in his eyes and brows remained unchanged.

Gu Yao had a premonition of what they were going to say, and raised his hand to stop them, but his fingertips were gently grasped by Shen Juan.

"Sir, you should know that this is a path we must take."

Shen Juan still wore an impeccable gentle smile. "If you want to take Shen Juan away, this is a necessary step."

"This is the price that Chen Ju should pay for defying the heavens."

Gu Yao staggered back a step, finding Shen Juan's current expression particularly irritating.

"Chen Juan, what do you want me to do? Watch you die?"

His snow-white eyes were fixed on Shen Juan, demanding an answer.

Deeply in silence.

This silence only made Gu Yao more devastated; he abruptly shook off Shen Juan's hand.

"There are still a hundred years to go, why are you in such a hurry?"

Shen Juan's outstretched hand froze in mid-air; he lowered his eyes.

"You should know that everything here is a mixture of truth and falsehood, nothing more than a fleeting dream."

Gu Yao's expression turned cold upon hearing this. "Yes, I know, but I can think of a way. Trust me, okay?"

"Didn't you want to become the Demon King first?"

"You should leave now and go back to the demon realm immediately, okay?"

The young man's snow-white eyes turned red from the pressure. He paced back and forth, his face showing a look of collapse and vulnerability.

Shen Juan reached out to hug him, but he was like a hedgehog with all its defenses up, pushing her away.

"You go!"

"I will definitely think of a way."

"Most definitely."

Gu Yao's expression was firm, and he kept muttering to himself, as if he could hypnotize himself.

Because he had been through it himself, he didn't want Shen Juan to go through it again.

It hurts too much.

That kind of soul-wrenching pain.

They watched helplessly as the ghosts tore them to pieces, never to feel the pain again.

He's only been through this once, that's enough.

Shen Juan, however, did not make the slightest move.

Qingyuan and his men were about to step forward.

Gu Yao's eyes sharpened, and the wind and snow transformed into the best weapon, with thousands of wind blades poised to strike.

The wind whipped up the young man's snow-white hair, weaving it into an impenetrable net. Shen Juan looked at the young man protecting her, a smile playing on her lips, both frank and wicked.

"My lord, this is my obsession."

"If your selfless heart can protect me from harm, why can't I change your fate?"

"No matter how difficult it is, we will eventually be together."

The boy's voice came through the wind and snow, making it hard for Gu Yao to hear clearly, but a pair of warm hands had already covered his eyes.

"Sir, it will be over soon."

The familiar words made Gu Yao's fingertips tremble.

The next instant, the world spun around.