Genius Doctor and Beautiful Hostess - C270

After entering the cave, he could not even see his own fingers when he stretched out his hands. Su Chen called out Zhang Caiyun’s name softly. The other person didn’t respond.

Su Chen carried a weak flashlight and slowly walked inside, an ominous feeling rising in his heart. Just as he was about to go to Zhang Caiyun’s resting area, a red flame suddenly lit up, startling Su Chen.

Su Chen asked. Caiyun, what’s wrong?

It was already late autumn, and the temperature on the mountain had dropped even further. Why would he be sweating all over? Did he have a nightmare?

Zhang Caiyun shook her head and said, “Nothing?” Come here! Her voice was weak, it did not sound like she was talking at all, it sounded more like she was floating, in the deep black cave, with the heavy rain coming from outside, these words were like a ghost, causing Su Chen to shiver.

Su Chen couldn’t help but ask, “Caiyun, are you alright?”

Zhang Caiyun still kept shaking her head, still using the same voice to say, “I’m fine, come over!”

Su Chen walked over, and just as he was getting close to Zhang Caiyun, his feet suddenly slipped and he fell to the ground. Su Chen reached out his hands to touch the ground, and then shakily raised his hands up to his face, his eyes immediately opened wide, and what slid down to him was actually blood all over the floor.

Zhang Caiyun pounced forward, holding onto Su Chen tightly as she roared loudly. You bastard!

Before Su Chen could react, Zhang Caiyun had bitten his shoulder. The pain made him grimace in pain as she allowed Zhang Caiyun to bite his shoulder. At this point, he was stunned. A sleeping baby was lying on the simple bed.

This little baby was De Xin.

After Zhang Caiyun finished giving birth, a few days before the Spring Festival, she went down the mountain by herself and left Su Chen a piece of paper and a few months of good will.

Just like how he had designed it initially, he told the people in the temple that this was an orphan that he had picked up when he was harvesting herbs in the rear mountains. Monks would often pick up children, but no one suspected anything. Little De decided to live in Temple of Tranquility.

In the second year after the coming of winter and spring, when the Cloud Village Creek was filled with peach blossoms, Su Chen excitedly carried Little De down the mountain.

Finally, he had achieved his goal of becoming a monk and having a son.

As soon as Su Chen arrived at the Cloud Village, he went straight to the house of Sis Zhang. After not seeing Zhang Caiyun for a few months, the monk’s heart could not help but palpitate. Thinking that they were about to reunite, De Xin was overjoyed. He couldn’t wait to sing a melody happily. But that was what the Flower Monk did, Su Chen would not do it, he was a proper monk.

When he arrived at the house, he was immediately stunned. The door was tightly locked, and the small yard was littered with fallen leaves. With the help of the spring breeze, the small grass crawled out of the ground like a wisp of smoke.

That’s not right! According to Zhang Caiyun’s f * cking personality, the small courtyard was always tidied up quickly, it could not be allowed to develop and become like this.

Su Chen’s heart thumped loudly. Could it be that something had happened? He quickly found a villager and inquired about the whereabouts of the Zhang family.

In the end, he was completely lost. Zhang Caiyun’s family moved away, as for which region they moved to, even the villagers did not know. All they said was that they went far, far away.

At the place where the peach blossoms were blossoming, there was a mountain, and on the mountain, there was a temple. Inside the temple, there was a monk who brought along his son and missed his lover every day …

Lovers! Lover, where are you? Lovers! Lover, come back quickly, your lovely son, whining for milk…

Little De slowly grew up in Temple of Tranquility. When he was six years old, a little fellow came to the mountain, full of vigor and vigor. He smiled, and two dimples appeared on his face.

Su Chen told De Xin, this is your Junior Brother De Liang.

The two friends happily played on the mountain, carefree as they grew up.

One day, De Xin asked De Liang, “Where are your parents?”

De Liang shook his head and said, “I don’t know!” I’ve been alone since I was young. They called me an orphan, but what about your parents?

De Xin also shook his head, at a loss. “I don’t know either, ever since I can remember, I’ve always been following Master. He often told me that he’s my father.” At this point, De Xin helplessly smiled and said, “I know master is comforting me, but …” I was also an orphan, and the masters in the temple all said that I was picked up by my master on the back mountain.

The two young kids sat on a rock, looking at the setting sun, and lightly sighed. At this moment, their two childish faces seemed to be filled with endless vicissitudes of life. They just sat there, snuggling together, showing that they were the loneliest orphans in the world.

It was only with a loud roar that they were roused from their grief.

“De Xin, De Liang, you’re back for dinner!”

The next year, De Qing went up the mountain. It was winter when he went up the mountain, and two strings of mucus were hanging down from De Qing’s nose, almost reaching his chin. As he walked, they swayed back and forth like a swing, and there were a few times when De Xin saw that his mucus was about to break.

The three little junior brothers played around freely on the mountain all day. After a few years, Su Chen’s master, the Grand Master of the three little friends — Zhen Yuan, became quiet on a moonless night.

As the disciple that Zhen Yuan admired the most, Su Chen naturally took the seat of abbot.

After Zhang Caiyun left without saying goodbye, Su Chen had completely escaped into the buddhist faith. His mind was completely focused and without any distractions, he threw himself wholeheartedly into the buddhist arts.

Although he would think of Zhang Caiyun and remember those things that he had not bothered to do, late at night, even if he felt that he had let Zhang Caiyun down, it would not be able to stop him from throwing himself into Shakyamuni’s embrace.

Let bygones be bygones, bygones be bygones!

The rash Su Chen had already died, that flower-like rainbow cloud had already disappeared.

The world is always the same, the wind is always ruthless, only Tathagata, often my heart.

One year after the other passed, De Xin and the rest grew up to be elegant monks. Be it in Buddhist studies or martial arts, the eldest senior brother De Xin was outstanding.

Su Chen saw this, and rejoiced in his heart. As a father, how could he not be happy when seeing how exceptional his flesh and blood was? He had already decided in his heart that this Temple of Tranquility would sooner or later be virtuous.

This year, De Xin was 16 years old. Although he was a monk with a pure heart and few desires, his age could never escape rebellion.

Relying on the fact that he was the abbot’s favorite senior apprentice and also winning in all aspects, his arrogant heart slowly expanded. He ignored the existence of his fellow brothers, especially the disciples of his uncles.

When Su Chen saw this, he started to distance himself from him intentionally, hoping that he would find a way back.

Once when they were eating, De Xin walked in front of one of his junior brothers and accidentally spilled the soup on him. That junior brother glared at him and stood up, and found out that it was his eldest senior brother who spilled the soup, making it easy for others to provoke him. This eldest senior brother was not to be trifled with.

Junior brother’s glance made the young, vigorous and rebellious heart very unhappy. I spilled the soup on you, and you angrily stood up. What’s wrong? Want to challenge me? Since you don’t dare to challenge me, then what right do you have to give me a glance? It’s not right for me to spill the soup on you, but it’s even more wrong for you to look at me.

As De Xin thought about this, he took the chance to pour the entire bowl of soup onto his junior brother. Junior brother jumped up in anger and pointed at De Xin, then started to curse, the situation quickly escalated and the two of them started to wrestle with each other. It wasn’t until Su Chen arrived did the battle end.

After the investigation, Su Chen severely criticized De Xin and closed his little black room. De Xin pondered the pain in the small dark room and decided to beat up that Junior Brother when he came out.

After he came out of the small dark room, he didn’t even eat, only beating up that junior brother of his. The reason was that it was precisely because that guy complained that he had been locked up in the small dark room for three days.

Naturally, De Xin was beaten up by Su Chen again, he was punished to go to the kitchen to help out with the cleaning of the temple early in the morning. In his mind, the love that his master had for him no longer existed. The most direct display was that no matter when Su Chen passed by him, he would not even look at him.

He hated him for being an orphan, he hated him for being a monk, he hated him for being able to only stay on this broken mountain all year round, he hated his junior brother, he hated that bowl of soup, he hated his master, he hated the entire world.

With regards to all of this, Su Chen naturally saw it all.

Countless times, he would shake his head helplessly as he watched De Xin randomly sweep the floor. This child actually had a grudge planted within his heart. This grudge was actually so laughable; it was only caused by a bowl of soup. Su Chen thought that, since De Xin had grown up, there should not be such childish hatred lurking around.

It was a bloody decade, and it was oppressing everywhere. Those hot-blooded youngsters with red hats on their heads recklessly attacked the people who they considered to be enemies in their eyes.

This evil red storm engulfed everything, even the Temple of Tranquility. When they talked with Su Chen, he would often bring tea and water to the temple. Among them, there was an older staff member who looked like a leader, smiled at him amiably a few times, asked about his life seriously and even gave him a pen, which was a “Hero” brand pen. The leader pointed at the two words on the pen and said, “I hope you can be a hero.”