"Wuchen grew up day by day in the temple. Because he was the abbot's apprentice, he had a high seniority and everyone gave in to him. He happily passed by the twelve years old. On his twelve birthday, the abbot asked him to go down the mountain and didn't want him anymore.

Wu Chen was panicked. He grew up in the temple since he was a child and had never contacted the outside world. The abbot wanted to drive him away. He cried and begged to let the abbot keep him.

But the abbot was not soft-hearted at all and asked the monks in the temple to send Wuchen away.

From then on, Wu Chen lived alone.

It was not until Wuchen was twenty that he returned to the temple to visit the abbot and realized that the abbot had passed away, but he left a letter to Wuchen.

The abbot of the letter told Wuchen that people will experience everything in their life. Don’t be afraid or panic, because we are all disciples of the Buddha. As long as we focus on the Buddha, the Buddha will bless us to overcome difficulties."

Du Wan'er stopped talking after saying this.

Jingchen looked at Du Wan'er with a blank expression.

"Okay, I'm leaving. If you can't solve anything in the temple in the future, come to Dingbei Hou Mansion to find me and I'll help you. We are all disciples of the Buddha."

Du Wan'er patted his shoulder, turned around and left in the dust.

The story she told is true, it is her own story, and she is Wuchen in the story.

Coincidentally, Master Leyuan never accepted disciples in Bailong Temple, and his seniority was of no-character generation.

"Amitabha!"

It was not until he could no longer see Du Wan'er's shadow that Jingchen came to his senses and shouted a slogan in the direction where Du Wan'er left.

He suddenly felt a little relaxed.

The letter from Leyuan to him was to let him manage the White Dragon Temple in the future, and perhaps Leyuan would never come back.

Jingchen was panicked and scared, but more so sad that he might never see the fate.

But Du Wan'er's words made him suddenly realize.

As long as there is a Buddha in your heart, they are all disciples of the Buddha.

...

"Master, it turns out that your Dharma name is Wuchen! I really have a fate with this little monk!"

Xiaoli sighed in the space.

"Well, he's pretty good."

Du Wan'er said.

Little Li: "…"

It felt that Du Wan'er was talking less and less now.

It's not used to it.

No, I have to help Zhao Yan, let him do a good job, make his master happier, and make his master return to the soft girl he used to be.

"I have seen my cousin!"

Du Wan'er came to the Su family. Prime Minister Su and Su Huan were discussing matters in the study. Du Wan'er went to see Gu's house and came to Su's room with a maid guarding the door.

"Where is my mother? Have you fallen asleep?"

Du Wan'er asked softly.

"Go back to the girl, Miss Qi and Mrs. Qiu just came to visit my aunt and talked with her for a while. After taking the medicine, she went to bed."

The maid replied.

"Well, I get it. Prepare a soft collapse for me, I'll come and rest later."

Du Wan'er nodded and walked in.

"No, no! My child, Langer!"

Su's forehead was sweating coldly, muttering in his mouth, and his hands tightly grasped the thin quilt.

"Mom, mom, I'm Wan'er, I'm here, I'm here."

Su's family is a nightmare. Du Wan'er was with her last night, and she was the same all night.

Du Wan'er reached out to grab Su's hand and comforted her softly.

"Wan'er, Wan'er."
Chapter completed!