Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 154 The Buddha Brother and the Assassin Brother 21

Spring goes and autumn comes, the leaves on the mountain wither and turn green again, and in the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

The boy has grown up and is already capable of shouldering heavy responsibilities.

The quiet and solemn life in the ancient temple is unlike the bustling city of Gambo; it has always been very peaceful.

Besides chanting scriptures and worshipping Buddha with other monks, Zhao Zhao also spends her free time with Master Xuanxin answering questions for people who come seeking guidance.

Zhao Zhao possessed extraordinary abilities, and in just ten years, his predictive abilities grew stronger and stronger, and his reputation soared. The news that Ruosheng, a Buddhist disciple of Hongci Temple, possessed "superb magical powers" spread wider and wider, and every day, an unusually large number of people came to Hongci Temple to seek his help and answers to their questions.

Therefore, Zhao Zhao's first side quest has already been completed.

Hongci Temple Zen Room.

Zhao Zhao sat by the window, dressed only in a simple white robe. The young man had a blood-red cinnabar mark between his brows, and his features were exquisite. His temperament was gentle and elegant, a natural quality. Even when he was simply flipping through Buddhist scriptures, every move he made was pleasing to the eye.

"Ruosheng."

Suddenly, a hearty laugh came from outside the window. The voice arrived before the person. Without a doubt, the person who was so flamboyant in the quiet Hongci Temple could only be Fuwei.

Zhao Zhao looked up, and in her gentle eyes, just like when she was a child, she clearly saw the figure of the person who had come.

With a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, Fu Wei swaggered over. He didn't even go inside; instead, he leaned against the window frame, staring intently at Zhao Zhao. "I heard you're going down the mountain?"

Zhao Zhao nodded, her gaze returning to the scriptures in her hands.

Seeing this, Fuwei chuckled, turned and entered Zhaozhao's meditation room, and snatched the scriptures from him.

"Senior brother," Zhao Zhao said helplessly.

Fuwei was the first disciple of his master, Master Xuanxin, and also the monk his father had saved years ago.

After his health improved, he immediately returned to Hongci Temple. Brother Fuwei's physical condition was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and his temper was sometimes good and sometimes bad.

However, what frustrates Zhao Zhao the most is that Fu Wei comes to see him every few days, disturbing his peace and quiet.

Fu Wei grinned, his handsome looks undiminished even after shaving his head. "Junior brother, if you're going down the mountain, take your senior brother with you."

Since his last return, his master has refused to let him leave, and he hasn't left Hongci Temple for ten years.

Zhao Zhao stood up and slowly smoothed out the wrinkles on her clothes. "Senior brother, I'm not going here to have fun. It would be boring for you to come along."

"Don't worry about that." Fuwei scratched his smooth head, his expression unusually firm.

With a faint smile on her face, Zhao Zhao raised her hand to make a calculation, then looked up and said in a gentle and calm voice, "Senior brother, your journey here is an ominous sign."

"Tch~ Everyone knows how to do math~"

Fu Wei rolled his eyes, looking particularly unserious, and raised his hand to imitate Zhao Zhao, casually calculating a couple of times, "Junior brother, our ominous divination results are equally bad."

Zhao Zhao did not deny that his senior brother, though seemingly carefree and playful, was actually quite capable.

However, since his senior brother returned to the temple, the master has forbidden him from using his power without permission.

Seeing that Zhao Zhao only smiled and remained silent, Fu Wei quickly supported him and swayed him gently, saying, "Good junior brother, let me go~"

He was a head taller than Zhao Zhao, but now he was hanging his head down. The muscular man was clinging to the petite Zhao Zhao, and he was speaking in a high-pitched voice. No matter how you looked at it, it was not proper.

Zhao Zhao's eyes curved slightly as she met his gaze directly. "Senior Brother, you really have to go?"

"of course."

Over the years, Zhao Zhao has met many people, but he has never heard of anyone like Fu Wei, who knowingly faces danger yet still chooses to go forward.

Fu Wei seemed to know exactly what he was thinking, and smiled, "Junior brother, don't look at me like that."

"Aren't you and I the same?"