Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

He also clearly stated that he would date someone he likes in the future.

As his fan, I know his personality best; his affection is practically written all over his face.

Akahoshi wouldn't even give a glance to someone he didn't like, let alone take their hand and go hiking.

Song Yuzhi walked behind, one hand held by Chixing, her cheeks slightly flushed as she looked down.

He almost tripped over a branch, and Akahoshi took his hand and walked with it for several minutes without letting go.

Song Yuzhi had no choice but to follow him, not daring to move his hand at all, because he didn't want Chixing to let go of his hand.

He didn't see that Akahoshi, who was walking ahead, had a smile on his face and was in a good mood.

When they reached the halfway point of the mountain and looked back, most of the town below came into view.

One after another, there were fields of yellow-green rice. At this time, the rice was not yet ripe, and some of it was still green.

The bluestone street they had just walked along stretched far into the distance, until it was out of sight.

"I'll take a few pictures."

Song Yuzhi had almost never seen such scenery before, so he never put down his camera and took pictures of everything that looked beautiful.

A beautiful wild orchid, a leaf that was half yellow and half green, and a squirrel standing on a pine tree—he wanted to take a picture too. Surprisingly, the squirrel just stared at him with its little eyes, holding a pine cone in its hands and looking very curious.

"It's so well-behaved, why doesn't it run away? It's not afraid of people at all."

Akahoshi stood behind him and glanced at the squirrel: "He probably thinks Ayu is pretty and doesn't want to leave."

His gaze startled the squirrel, making it roll its eyes. The man was indeed handsome, but his imposing presence was terrifying, enough to scare the squirrel to death.

Song Yu knew not to disturb the squirrel, but his attention was drawn away by something else.

Seeing that they were no longer watching it, the little squirrel hurriedly ran to another big tree and scurried back to its little nest.

The temple is not large, and there are few worshippers outside of holidays. Occasionally, people come here to meditate. Chixing knows that Song Yuzhi likes this place, so he plans to bring him here for a few days when he has the chance.

Unexpectedly, this opportunity came very soon.

They followed the abbot into the temple for a tour. The Buddha statues inside were gleaming gold, and Akahoshi became more and more satisfied with them, planning to get a gleaming gold statue for himself next time.

His current one is carved from black jade; it's beautiful, but not as eye-catching as a golden one.

When the time came, he insisted that Ayu take a good look, as his statue was also very beautiful.

"Do you know where the token from the production team is? Take it out."

Akashi said to the abbot.

The abbot smiled and nodded, uttered Amitabha, and then said, "The two benefactors are to stay here and chant sutras and pay homage to the Buddha with this humble monk."

It means that you have to recite scriptures with him before you can receive the token.

"Okay, let's begin now."

In the heavenly realm, they were so mischievous that they would be sent to Guanyin Bodhisattva to listen to lessons, which were really boring. But sometimes they would be taken to see the Buddha.

In the human world, the image of the Buddha is golden. Chi Xing and Song Yuzhi sat cross-legged on the prayer mat, listening to the abbot and several other young monks chanting sutras.

Just as they received the token, a sudden downpour began outside.

The howling wind rattled the wooden windows.

The abbot, who had just been wearing a serious, smiling expression, suddenly changed his expression drastically, and ran out in a panic, shouting:

"Oh dear, it's raining heavily, and my blanket..."

The young monk hurriedly caught up: "Master, slow down, the blankets have already been taken in."

Watching their flustered backs, Song Yuzhi suddenly burst out laughing.

I thought they were all reclusive masters, but I never expected them to have such a contrasting side.

As I walked to the eaves by the door, it was pouring rain outside, and the wind was so strong that it bent the trees in front of me.

Rain was blown in by the strong wind. Chi Xing led Song Yuzhi inside. The cameraman filmed outside, but in just a short while, dark clouds covered the sky, making it almost impossible to see the outside.

Several monks of similar age approached them, holding umbrellas, and bowed to them.

“Benefactors, the wind and rain are heavy outside, and the mountain path is slippery and not suitable for walking. The abbot has told you to go down the mountain tomorrow.”

They also brought a few extra umbrellas so that Akahoshi and the others could move to other meditation rooms to rest.

Even if the rain stops later, we can't let them go down the mountain. If something happens to them on the mountain, the temple can't bear the responsibility.

Akahoshi had the same idea, so he took their umbrellas and nodded, "Okay, thank you for your help."

The photographer had already turned off the live stream. The director, who was looking after the other guests, saw that Akahoshi and his companion were staying overnight on the mountain and said he would reimburse their accommodation expenses.

Chi Xing and Song Yuzhi followed several monks to the dining hall.

"My name is Chen Xuan. If you need anything, feel free to contact me. I'll bring dinner over here when it's ready."

The heavy rain pounded on the roof tiles, making a tinkling sound. Song Yuzhi stared out the door, lost in thought.

"Don't worry, we can go down the mountain when the sun comes out tomorrow," Akahoshi comforted him.

"Ok, I know."

Song Yuzhi pointed to the mountain opposite, which he had seen clearly just now, but was now shrouded in mist and rain.

"The mountain on the other side must be very far away from us, right?"

"Looking at a mountain makes a horse run itself to death; that's a huge mountain, much higher than ours." The abbot had appeared out of nowhere.

Song Yuzhi asked curiously, "Has the abbot been there?"

The abbot seemed eager to hear their questions and excitedly recounted his travels in his youth.

Song Yu listened with great interest and would occasionally ask questions out of curiosity.

"Are there really strange things happening in those villages? Why did that child go up the mountain?"

"Why did you hide in the cave and eat mud? Did you come to your senses after you came out?"

The abbot spoke mysteriously about those stories that were half true and half false, while the few young monks beside him were not surprised at all.

The abbot liked to tell the worshippers about his past experiences, some of which were true, while others were embellished versions.

In short, it can leave worshippers stunned, just like Song Yuzhi today.

His eyes widened as he listened to the host say:

"It was an evening like this, one moment the sun was shining brightly, the next the sun was covered by dark clouds. Awei, a student who had just finished his tutoring class and was walking alone on the path back to the village."

Tap—tap—tap—, the sound of bamboo being chopped came from the bamboo grove not far away. It looked like rain was about to fall. Awei saw an old woman with her back to him, raising a sickle and chopping bamboo.

The abbot, mimicking the scene, said as if possessed by Ah Wei: "Grandma, it's going to rain soon, go home."

"The old woman ignored him completely and continued chopping bamboo. Awei took a few steps closer."

"Grandma."

Song Yuzhi fantasized about that scene.

"Awei walked behind the old woman, and the old woman chuckled a few times in her aged voice: It's going to rain soon, young man, come home with me to take shelter from the rain."

“Awei suddenly felt something was wrong. This road only leads to their village, and this old woman isn’t from his village.”