Aoyama sees me as I should

What Ji Qingbai cared most about was actually Tanzhang's legs.

Mr. Xiao Lang has been sitting in a wheelchair, with his legs hanging straight down. The hem of the Jindu man's robe is wide, and he can't see clearly if it is covered.

Ji Qingbai wanted to ask several times, but the words came to his lips, but he couldn't say them.

Tan Zhang leaned the wheelchair against the edge of the table and asked, "Does the abbot want some tea?"

Ji Qingbai let out an "ah" and said with some hesitation: "No, there are other tasks to be done in the temple, so the benefactor can rest alone first."

Tan Zhang didn't move, he held the teapot with one hand, and slowly turned his face. He didn't speak, but his eyes were clear and clear, and when they fell on Ji Qingbai's face, they were like snow in the twelfth lunar month.

"..." Ji Qingbai didn't have the nerve to say that he wanted to leave.

His face turned cold when he was watched by Mr. Xiao Lang, and he felt that it was not strange, so he could only sit down in a daze and asked Tan Zhang to pour him tea.

"How long has the abbot been here?" Mr. Xiao Lang withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyebrows, and lost the coldness just now. The tea he handed over was steaming and warmed his hands.

Ji Qingbai smiled: "I was already in the Tuoshan Temple when I was about the same age as Xiao Langjun, and more than 20 years have passed in a flash." After finishing speaking, he glanced at the other party again, feeling a little hot in his heart, and blurted out, " Mr. Xiao Lang is really good-looking, as soon as he comes, the magnolia flowers in this temple lose their color, they are young and look good."

Tan Zhang glanced at him and said in a low voice, "The abbot doesn't look very old."

Ji Qingbai: "..." He knew that he had talked too much, but he couldn't answer "I can be your father", so he smiled awkwardly and drank his tea with his head down.

When Lu Changsheng came back, he saw the monk in the room and wondered if he was hallucinating.

"Abbot Qingbai?" He couldn't help but confirm that the person was alive, "Why are you here?"

Ji Qingbai stood up and saluted him: "The poor monk happened to meet Mr. Tan Xiaolang, and came in for a cup of hot tea."

Lu Changsheng looked like he had seen a ghost, he had served Tan Zhang for so many years, how could his husband have the temper to invite people in for tea!

"Lu Changsheng." Tan Zhang said suddenly, "Send off the abbot for me."

Ji Qingbai didn't understand why Tanzhang saw off the guests suddenly, but thinking about it this way, he seemed a little cheeky, and said in embarrassment: "Then, that poor monk will leave first..."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xiao Langjun's reaction, he hurried out the door.

Lu Changsheng looked at this and then at that, but before he moved, the tea bowl in Tan Zhang's hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Lu Changsheng: "..."

The Liangjiang salt merchant, whose surname is Fang, gave birth to a son born 16 years ago with a baby boy with leg problems. What's even more surprising is that the baby boy has not cried or made trouble since the day he was born. After a hundred days of writing, Fang Zong's head of the family, although it is a pity that this son has a bad leg, but he is very talented and intelligent.

One day, a wandering fairy passed Liangjiang, and when he saw the young son of the Fang family, he was shocked and terrified for a moment.

Frankly speaking, the fate of this son is not something the Fang family can bear, but as long as this son is here, the Fang family will surely be prosperous for a hundred years.

Lu Changsheng was the first to be invited by Fang's family to treat Tanzhang's leg disease. At first, he wondered why Tanzhang's surname was Tan and not Fang. After learning about this, he realized that Mr. Lang himself changed his name.

It has to be said that in Lu Changsheng's heart, Tan Zhang is indeed the ultimate genius.I am afraid that ten days and ten nights will not be able to finish talking about Thunder's methods and strategies.

But Lang Jun's tyrannical and moody temperament is no different from the Rakshasa in the refining fire of hell.

Lu Changsheng has been serving him for so many years, and he is still trembling every day. This monk is so reckless, no wonder he will offend Mr. Wang.

After Tan Zhang dropped the cup, he seemed to have calmed down a bit. He looked down at his legs with a gloomy expression.

Lu Changsheng said cautiously: "Your Majesty, do you want someone to massage your legs?"

Because of the leg disease, the muscles will naturally shrink after years of non-use. In order to maintain a normal appearance, I need a professional attendant massage every day.

Tan Zhang closed his eyes and shook his head. He was angry just now and involved the wound on his shoulder. At this moment, some of the bright red oozes out, staining his robe.

Lu Changsheng hurriedly helped him treat the wound first, and when he was done, he couldn't help reminding: "The abbot has the antidote for long-term love... Look, what should we do about this matter?"

"What should I do?" Tan Zhang said coldly, quite impatiently, "Let him help me solve it."

Lu Changsheng blinked, thinking that the master was joking: "...It will take a year."

Tan Zhang frowned, as if he felt that it was a trouble, and said to himself: "Can it be solved in a year?"

Lu Changsheng: "???" Do you think the relationship is too short? !

Ji Qingbai returned to the front hall and knelt down in front of the Buddha statue again, still feeling his ears hot.

He really lost his sense of proportion when he got close to Tanzhang. He thought about the tens of thousands of years of Buddhahood, and wanted to be the emperor's Buddha in his previous life.

He almost forgot, so many times, he almost forgot, how could Tanzhang in this life still remember these things.

I am so affectionate here, I am afraid that I will be bored by others.

Ji Qingbai thought miserably, the monks want the six senses to be clean, he is really disappointing.

After sighing for a while, and reflecting, Ji Qingbai came out of the Wuliang Hall, and the passing little novice was preparing to deliver vegetarian meals to the guests, and when he saw him, he happily surrounded him and called the abbot.

"Go now." Ji Qingbai touched everyone's bald heads, "Don't wait for the dishes to cool down."

Little novice monks: "Are you going with the abbot?"

Ji Qingbai smiled wryly, of course he wanted to go, but he had to endure it.

Unexpectedly, Lu Changsheng came to the door suddenly in the middle of the night.

"What's the matter?" Ji Qingbai casually put on his monk's robe and opened the door to welcome him, "What's the matter, Mr. Xiaolang?"

Lu Changsheng felt that it was difficult to speak, and said vaguely: "There is something... Please trouble the abbot to make a trip."

Ji Qingbai panicked in his heart, thinking that something happened to Tanzhang's body, he had given the antidote to the other party, and he had used up his mana, how could the medicine last for seven days, why did he suddenly fall ill again? !

"It shouldn't be." Ji Qingbai followed behind Lu Changsheng, he walked very fast, and in the end it was as if he was driving Lu Changsheng forward, "Why is the poor monk's antidote useless?"

Lu Changsheng ran panting, and the more he explained, the more embarrassing he became: "It's not useless, it's just..." He really couldn't continue, so he could only look at Ji Qingbai with pity under the cover of night, and lied through gritted teeth, " Anyway, the abbot will understand after seeing it.”

Hearing what he said, Ji Qingbai of course thought that something serious happened, so he rushed into Tanzhang's meditation room without caring about the other party's expression.

Lu Changsheng followed behind, and with a "click", he locked the door directly.

Ji Qingbai: "???"

There was a night candle burning in the room, and the half-lying figure on the bed appeared vaguely.

Ji Qingbai was stunned for a moment, and tentatively called out "Tan Xiaolangjun" with a trembling voice.

The figure moved, the bed curtain was lifted, and the beauty Langjun's underwear was half uncovered, revealing a large jade-like chest.

Ji Qingbai didn't dare to take another look, turned his head quickly, put his palms together, recited a sentence of Amitabha, and stammered and asked, "Little, little man, what, where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

After a long time, Tan Zhang sighed and said in a low voice: "Abbot, you are too far away, I feel uncomfortable."