The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 552 - 551

Chapter 552: 551

Braids brought over some water in a coarse porcelain bowl since there wasn’t a cup.

"Here, hold on for a sec, I’ll prop up the pillow," Braids placed the bowl on a table next to her, then helped Ye Tian sit up and leaned his pillow against the headboard, slowly laying him down, "Here, drink some water. Oh, I forgot, open your mouth."

It only then occurred to her that Ye Tian was a patient and couldn’t use his hands, so Braids simply brought the bowl to his lips.

The water was sweet and tasty, making Ye Tian wonder if it was some kind of special drink.

"Humph, tastes good, right? Don’t drink too much, be careful not to wet the bed."

The old monk walked in from outside, calling him old might be a stretch as he was only middle-aged at most, with not many wrinkles on his face.

Swallowed unexpectedly by a moment of choking, Ye Tian felt like speaking but didn’t know exactly what to say, his throat still smoky and the water he just drank hadn’t quite settled down.

After seeing him finish drinking, Braids took the bowl away and placed it back on the table, "Dad, do you think he’s all right now?"

Monk Kurong walked over with a stern face, followed by the cute and honest little monk, who brightened immediately upon seeing Braids. However, Braids tapped his bald head with her finger, causing the little monk to stop smiling. But once Braids walked away, he secretly smiled again, seemingly pleased by the tap on his head.

Monk Kurong sat by the bed, took Ye Tian’s arm, and checked his pulse. Normally people take a few minutes to check the pulse, but the monk merely pinched it briefly, then unceremoniously dropped it back on the bed, "Hmm, you’ll live. In a few days, someone will probably come to pick you up, so hurry up and scram then, it’ll save us some food at the monastery."

"Where is this?"

Ye Tian’s voice was hoarse, speaking felt like sandpaper grinding on wood.

"Shanxi, Fahua Temple."

So it was Fahua Temple. No wonder there were such divine monks here.

"Get real, don’t think too much. If I were from that temple, would I be wandering around begging in these ragged clothes? It’s just a worn-down temple in a ditch, don’t expect great conditions here. If you can bear it, stay; if not, you’ll have to leave all the same."

After blurting out nonsensical words, Monk Kurong left with a flick of his sleeves. Meanwhile, the little monk grew close to Ye Tian, sitting beside him smilingly, an indescribable warmth in his eyes, which made Ye Tian somewhat uncomfortable,

"Cough cough, little master, could you not stare at me like that?"

The little monk chuckled and shook his head, "It’s okay, I don’t mind."

This temple, just like Monk Kurong described it as, was indeed an obscure little temple. It had a three-section courtyard; the first section held the temple hall, housing the Grand Hall, the second was the living quarters for the family of three and the little monk, and the final section was a garden cultivating some seasonal vegetables and two trees, a pomegranate and a mountain red.

Ye Tian’s injuries healed quickly, often hearing Monk Kurong prattle about how it was only due to his meticulously crafted Soul Reviving Pills that such miraculous effects were possible. He reminded Ye Tian not to forget this kindness, while also hinting that if certain people came by, he should help demand some donation money from them. Ye Tian nodded happily. After staying here for several days, Ye Tian also started to understand a bit about the half month he was unconscious.

Back in Nepal, he had killed the Bodhi Master but had severely damaged his Eight Extraordinary Meridians. The Spiritual Power, which he had been so proud of, was completely useless at that time. It was the Divine Monk from Huaxia who gave him a golden medicine pill that saved his life, having him bedridden here for half a month.

All this information came from the mouth of the little monk, and Ye Tian did not bother to ask if it was true or false; the important thing was that he was alive. Perhaps, he really did take advantage of the old monk’s Golden Core.

As he stayed longer, Ye Tian began to understand more about the people in this temple; at first glance, they seemed unremarkable, but he actually found a genuine enjoyment in the simple life here.

The abbot and abbot of the temple was one and the same person, that being Monk Kurong, who held a Zen Stick while planting seedlings in the garden. The only disciple here, the little monk called by the Dharma name Yuanguang, was frequently teased by Zhang Ling’er, who called him little baldy due to his Dharma name. They grew up together here since childhood and were now of similar age as well. As for the family here, it was Monk Kurong’s robust wife, often seen arm-in-arm with Zhang Ling’er going shopping down the hill to the market town. While there were no Armani or Chanel products, they did not lack other well-known domestic brands. Although the old monk often complained to the little monk about the duo being spendthrifts, his face would light up with a smile the moment his wife returned, the elder and younger baldies simply stuffing their hands in their sleeves and grinning foolishly, praising how pretty they looked.

Ye Tian still couldn’t understand how a monk ended up with a wife and even had a daughter who turned out to be very beautiful.

Two Zen Temple, if not for the sign hanging on the small gate, one would truly find it hard to believe this dilapidated temple could have such a name.

"Little baldy, do you think I look good in red?"

"Beautiful, beautiful, Ling’er looks good in any clothes."

"You’re lying, last time you said it didn’t look good. Humph, I won’t hold onto you anymore."

As he was nailing the sign on the ladder, the little monk screamed as he fell to the ground, watching Zhang Ling’er walking away. The little monk felt miserable; last time you clearly said you hated red.

Ye Tian looked at the red jacket he was wearing and silently shook his head.

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The three-section courtyard was large; aside from the first two sections, the third section which was the most spacious held a relatively small garden, only a quarter of the area, as the rest was turned into a pond with vibrant green lotus leaves. It was May, still no lotuses bloomed, and the colder mountain climate even made the lotus leaves less lush. Yet, this place was indeed a pleasant spot for resting.

By the pond, there was a reclining chair with a crescent-shaped base, allowing one to lounge and sway leisurely. With the birds chirping and the serene ambience, if there was a charming young lady present, nothing could be better.

A sycamore leaf fell over his eyes, and through the sunlight, one could see the tiny veins on it.