The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 564 - 563

Chapter 564: 563

Just like that time in the courtyard, the proficiency of the Twelve Earthly Branches in arrays was definitely not just about setting up a simple formation. If it were just that, the death of those twelve people wouldn’t be a cause for concern. The killing aura and tacit understanding honed between life and death through that formation were definitely not meant to be taken lightly. Moreover, the uncompromising resilience demonstrated was something Ye Tian deeply desired; if only he could have such a remarkable force at his disposal.

This thought stopped right there.

He also understood that all this might have been orchestrated by Zhang Liang for him to witness.

When they returned to the Buddhist temple, only the little monk was bustling about alone. The temple was long in need of repairs, and light rain was manageable, but when it came to heavy or stormy weather, there was nothing to do but to watch helplessly as rain leaked from the roof and scoop it out bucket by bucket.

As Ye Tian and another person returned, it was raining heavily outside but only lightly inside the temple. Seeing the little monk’s pitiful look, Zhang Liang joined in scooping water, and Ye Tian also pitched in. Fortunately, the rain outside ceased, and the workload of their water scooping trio gradually decreased. Unintentionally, Ye Tian looked up and saw a small bird nestled in Buddha’s palm, which was also staring back at him with big eyes, as if it truly understood human nature.

Could it really be this little fellow?

Just now Zhang Liang mentioned that without encountering something with strong Spiritual Power, those mountain ghosts wouldn’t have appeared out of nowhere, and no one would have used them against him. Was this little bird specifically prepared for him? Ye Tian took another look, certain that the bird was newly hatched, not more than two days old. He used to raid bird nests as a child, and even though its eyes were open, the sparse feathers on its body didn’t deceive him.

It probably wasn’t. .com

Ye Tian dismissed the idea of using the bird to kill. fr\(e)ew(e)b.(n)o (v)(e)l.com

"Is this little bird yours?"

Zhang Liang looked up, saw the bird and asked casually. Ye Tian, coming back to his senses, threw out a bucket of water and replied, "Found it in the forest."

Seeing that he had no further questions, Ye Tian also remained silent, only bowing his head in thought for a while, unable to come to a conclusion and thus not asking further.

...

People of Buddhism practice a silence and fasting regimen, especially considering dinner among the three daily meals to be as poisonous, a rule passed down for thousands of years of not having dinner. But when it came to Monk Kurong, even eating meat, drinking alcohol, marrying, and having children was thoroughly practiced, so why fear the rule against eating dinner.

Death by starvation wouldn’t allow me to worship Buddha! Thinking of this, Kurong even considered whether to scrape off some of the gold foil from the Buddha statue in the temple to sell, to improve the consistency of meals. However, his wife slapped him on the back of the head and put that thought to bed.

"Dad, it’s going to be the 15th the day after tomorrow, are you still going down the mountain to beg for alms?"

Kurong had always boasted to Ye Tian about the devotees coming up the mountain to worship Buddha, calling himself a Divine Monk, but now facing his daughter’s exposing of him, Kurong’s face struggled to maintain its dignity, "Cough cough, let’s discuss that later."

"Do we have enough money for this month’s expenses? Didn’t you say our household was nearly broke?"

Kurong inwardly cursed, it was all because you and your mother overspent on clothes. "No, there’s nothing to worry about with dad here."

"You are always the handsomest, hubby! Muah."

A bright red lipstick mark appeared on Monk Kurong’s cheek, perhaps red-faced because Ye Tian and another person were present, he seemed slightly embarrassed. Zhang Liang was fine, but Ye Tian seemed to be deliberately gawking, not wanting to miss a spectacular moment.

"What are you looking at? If you’re capable, go marry a wife and lie down with her to see."

Ye Tian choked a bit, lowered his head to eat, and meanwhile nudged the little monk beside him, who only ate half a bowl of rice, with his elbow. Suppressing his voice, he asked, "Did your master ask you to get a wife?"

"I’m not getting married."

"Why?" Ye Tian scooped up two mouthfuls of rice, his voice whimpering, while continuously picking some meat into his own bowl with his chopsticks.

This kid always took the opportunity to add food to his own bowl while talking.

"Because, because," as he said this, the little monk’s cheeks turned red. Ye Tian thought he was about to reveal a shocking love story but all he quietly said was, "Because my cultivation is not enough. Master says if one can’t finish a bowl of rice at one time, then one can’t get married."

Ye Tian was baffled, wondering what kind of cultivation that was.

"Just eat your meal and stop talking."

The monk’s voice wasn’t very stern; he merely tapped his own bowl with his chopsticks. The little monk, obedient and eyes downcast, put down his chopsticks, brought his palms together, and said, "Yes, Master."

"Yuanguang, don’t listen to your master. Once you leave the mountain and see a pretty girl, tell your Mistress, and she will arrange the marriage for you. Your master can go as well, he has a thick face anyway." The Mistress, who was picking food for Zhang Ling’er, pitched in her thoughts as well, glancing at the monk who was busy eating and asked, "Isn’t that right?"

"Yes, yes, what the wife says is right."

The monk nodded hurriedly, his expression mirroring that of the little monk earlier. The little monk didn’t pick up his chopsticks, instead, he kept his palms together, bowed slightly and said, "Mistress, please don’t joke about me."

"My parents said it all for your good, little baldy. The girls down the mountain are all so pretty, didn’t you see them properly last time when you went out with your master? Don’t worry, the day after tomorrow at the temple fair I’ll take you there, and if by chance you see a pretty girl, I’ll ask my mom to arrange your marriage."

Unexpectedly, the little monk didn’t nod in agreement this time; he silently picked up his bowl and chopsticks and bowed his head to eat.

Thinking the little monk was just shy, Zhang Ling’er tried to comfort him, "Don’t be too anxious, take it slow. With you being as handsome as you are, our little baldy, surely someone will like you, even I like you."

"Really?"

The little monk suddenly looked up, catching Zhang Ling’er off guard, "Of, of course."

"Oh. Master, let me serve you some rice!"

This kid, so easily pleased by just a word, how spineless!

Even a fool could see that the little monk had feelings for Zhang Ling’er. Whether or not this family of three were actual fools, Ye Tian wasn’t sure, but from their demeanor, it seemed like none of them knew, being confused on their own was one thing, but rarely do you see a whole family of four being so clueless.

"Elder, has anything special happened in the mountain recently?"

Without getting involved in the marriage discussion, Zhang Liang suddenly interrupted, although this topic was clearly not very pleasing.

"Recently... there shouldn’t be anything special. You shouldn’t be asking me this question. The government from below the mountain sent a Forest Protection Team, our small monastery doesn’t have enough manpower to keep running around this mountain."