Chapter 412： white hair

Chapter 412 Gray hair

The little monk hangs his hands weakly.

Silly watching them will help Chen Yuan to sculpt a golden body.

She looked very serene, even with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, as if she called out to the little monk every time she smiled.

She, she, with rosy cheeks, long and thick eyelashes, stepped on that evildoer, and could even stand up, no one would have imagined that her closed eyes and pretending to sleep were actually...

Already out of breath.

She, died.

The little monk's eyes were full of shock, as if all this was too sudden and there was no time to react. The whole person is still ignorant. He could only look at the golden body stupidly, unable to react for a while.

"Ha, ha ha... ha ha..." The third prince was laughing, smiling, tears streaming down his face.

"Hahahaha..." The third prince went crazy, he just stood there, watching the fate of the world being molded alive, it was so exciting that he went crazy.

"My wife, my wife...Father, Father, I want to invite the daughter of the Fengchen family to be my wife, that is, the little follower who follows my son all day long, my son I want to marry her..." The third prince looked confused, looked at the emperor with his head tilted, giggled for a while, with tears in his eyes, and cried for a while, Chen Yuan didn't want him anymore.

"Father, my son wants to marry her. Chen Yuan, Chen Yuan didn't push her, it was that bitch, she didn't push her, it's my son talking nonsense!" The third prince was drooling, grinning silly, stepped forward and kicked her. Chen Shuang kicked his head and bumped into the hard and formed monstrous statue, blood gushed out.

"You scoundrel, go back to your house and stay here! What you have done is not enough to fail!" The emperor couldn't bear to see him like this, seeing that he was already driven crazy, and he couldn't bear to see him.

Now that Chen Yuan has been molded into a golden body by him, there is no room for Nizi's slander!

Otherwise, wouldn't this be a shame!

From now on, Chenyuan will be the patron saint of the whole country, and no one can slander it!

The third prince seemed to have never heard of it, just stared blankly at the golden body, and smirked as he walked, "Marry a wife, marry a wife, I want to marry Yuanyuan... I want to wear wedding clothes, I want to get married Slightly..." Running and jumping, and jumping up and down with open hands, it was actually going back to make a big red wedding gown arguing.

The ministers lowered their heads tightly, not daring to look at it at all.

The ghost knows what the third prince has gone through. Back then, he was the one who looked down on Miss Chen's family the most. He was also the one who knelt for three days to withdraw from the marriage. He was also the one who spread rumors all day long. The eldest sister entered the water.

Ghost knows what kind of evil has been caught now, and he started to go crazy again.

The little monk didn't say a word, he only heard the emperor's words in his ears, Chen Yuan wants you to help her recite the scriptures to save her. I want you to forgive me.

She has always protected him.

The little monk felt a dull pain in his heart, as if a rusty knife had cut his heart hard one by one, making him almost out of breath, and his heart was so heavy that he almost cried out in pain. But he could only pinch the corner of his clothes tightly, staring at the golden body, trembling all over.

The golden body was sculpted for three full days.

The little monk sat cross-legged next to Jin for three days without eating or drinking.

The hole in my heart is getting bigger and bigger, nothing can be filled, nothing can be filled. I just felt chilly, painful and uncomfortable. The little monk had to bend slightly and hunched his back to feel less pain.

"Master, you have made meritorious sacrifices for the country. From today on, you are the only national teacher of the dynasty." The emperor made a decree, and the little monk really became a famous master all over the world.

Compared to his master, he is even worse.

Three days later, everyone left, only the young monk was still sitting on the altar.

Everyone knew that he wanted to save her, and everyone admired her greatly.

In the dead of night, the little monk has not slept for seven days and seven nights, his mouth is covered with dry skin, and his throat is also hoarse.

There is a layer of fallen leaves on his body, his shoulders are covered with dust, and his nose is somewhat black, as if he has grown a beard.

His little monk's head, which is always bald, has grown a thin layer of hair.

It's just that hair, not black. Instead, there is a layer of white, white, and fluffy.

He grew gray hair.

"Chen Yuan, I dare not sleep. As soon as I close my eyes, my mind is filled with images of you. What do you think should I do?" Her voice was hoarse and harsh, without any emotion, as if she was just chatting casually.

"Chenyuan, I can't read the scriptures, how can I help you? I don't remember the scriptures."

"Chen Yuan, in fact, I don't think I want to be a master who saves sentient beings. I seem to...seem to be impure."

"Chen Yuan, you, you have been hesitating whether you want to be a living model, right? Ever since I met you, I always felt that you don't care about anything, and you don't take anything to heart. It seems that nothing in the world can stop you .”

"So, you keep asking me if I want to marry you?"

The little monk's voice seemed to be crying.

She asked if she would marry her. In fact, she wanted a reason to stay, right?

The little monk didn't cry all the time, he was very uncomfortable, everything was wrong all over his body, his eyes didn't have any light, and he seemed to be lax. The faith in my heart also collapsed.

But there were no tears in my eyes, and my heart hurt like a knife.

Real pain, no tears.

The little monk lost his heart.

The little monk sat in front of the golden body for twelve days in that tattered and embarrassing cassock. It was so long that he almost merged with the ground before he was carried out of the palace.

A lock of Chen Yuan's hair is tightly attached to her arms.

The little monk also has short white hair.

"It's time for me to go back to the mountain." The little monk is now the national teacher of the dynasty, one of the best masters in the world, and the most respected eminent monk. It is also an honor to return home.

He didn't wear the cassock bestowed by His Majesty, but only in tatters, carrying the most important things all the way back to the mountain.

Stumbling around, stopping and going, in a daze, on the road, I also met a lunatic in a bright red wedding dress, who would call his daughter-in-law when he caught anyone.

"Have you seen my little daughter-in-law? She's gone. She used to be always behind me. You can see her just by turning around. Have you seen her?" The former white-clothed boy is now crazy, and he only remembers that person.

The little monk looked at him and smiled.

Chen Yuan, you are really narrow-minded, really want him to remember you for life after life. He carved the heaviest and deepest knife in his heart with his life, and he will never forget it until he dies.

The little monk smiled, tears came down.

Chen Yuan, why did you accidentally injure me? He carved a knife in his heart, but you took away my heart without a sound. Now it's empty, my heart is empty.

And, with hindsight, I have only discovered it so far.

The little monk burst into tears suddenly, standing in front of the lunatic, tears streaming down, squatting in the middle of the road, crying like a child.

It rained heavily, and he became that child who was disliked by heaven again.

(end of this chapter)