My Wife Has Been Blackened

The little monk was born without parents or family.

The abbot who became famous all over the country found him in the river. He was wrapped in a barrel and kept drifting with the current.

He wandered outside the abbot's temple, was picked up and brought back to the temple, and became a little monk.

He has been a vegetarian since he was a child, but he is always hungry and has a sallow face and thin muscles.

Later he learned to hunt.

But the strange thing is that whenever he goes into the mountains, he can't find a single bird in the mountains. Even if you follow an experienced hunter into the mountains, you will gain nothing.

Really unlucky.

It is also recognized as bad luck in the temple.

When it was his turn to do something, that day was always not going well. It would rain for seven consecutive days even when he was drying his clothes. He had to kneel at the gate and say hello to God every day before things would clear up.

God loves to embarrass him. This is also true.

As a young monk, life is really difficult.

Later, the abbot always looked at him: "You, your fate is over. You owe someone, and you have to pay it back in this life. Go down the mountain."

The little monk went down the mountain ignorantly until he met the girl named Chenyuan.

Ha, that's her. Once the worldly bond is broken, you can go back and recite the scriptures.

After following Chen Yuan for two years, the young monk found that he could not understand this little girl. The outside world has very bad rumors about her and her reputation is very bad, but she always smiles beautifully and doesn't care at all.

"One day, they will all regret it, and they will kneel at my feet and thank me for generations to come. However, if you are willing to marry me, little monk, I can stay... There must be a reason to stay. Yeah." Whenever she said this, the young monk ran away chanting the Amitabha Sutra, his ears turned red, and behind him was the girl's laughter.

A smile like a silver bell lingered in his dreams.

Later, he had trouble sleeping at night.

I always dream of Chen Yuan asking him with a smile: "Little monk, are you willing to be the reason for me to stay?"

The little monk was so angry that he had to change his clothes several times in the morning. He didn't understand what it felt like. It made him blush and feel hot inside, but he wanted to see her so much.

She, she is like a wooden fish in her hand, I want to knock it every day, knock her little head.

The young monk felt that he might not be able to become a master. He recited fewer and fewer sutras and became less and less smooth. He was always disrupted and always thought of her in his mind.

However, it seems that my luck has improved after meeting her.

Going out with her, having hares and pheasants knocking over her, letting him choose, is truly a treat he has never experienced before.

All of a sudden, he went from being disliked by God to being treated like his own son.

The little monk ran all the way, his heart was pounding, he was sweating all over his body, and he was panting, but his hands and feet were still cold.

There were many people around the altar.

Everyone was dressed in white, as if in condolences.

"Only in national mourning can all the ministers of the dynasty wear white, but His Majesty is alive and well, how could it be..." someone beside him asked in surprise, and hurried into the palace, his hat almost running away. ,

A minister beside him pulled him to his knees.

"It seems that a monster has appeared that will subjugate the country, and your Majesty wants to kill it. However, someone with destiny came out to suppress it and volunteered to guard the monster for thousands of years. Your Majesty is grateful for her pure heart for the country and the people, and treats her as a national mourning." The ministers clucked their lips, How could there be such a stupid person?

The little monk had a dull expression on his face.

"How to suppress it?"

"I heard that the evildoer was imprisoned in the sculpture and trampled under his feet. He will never be able to turn around again!" The minister looked at the sacrifice that had begun in the distance and quickly lowered his head.

The minister behind him is still not giving up. He was admitted just this year. He is young and has not gone through personnel management.

He also talks more.

"You don't know, right? Your Majesty has been told a dream. When I entered the palace this morning, someone in the palace also asked me a dream. I'm afraid he really didn't come to court for nothing." The minister was a little scared. He came late today just because of his wife. Crying and crying, he said that he was chopped into pieces and made into dumplings stuffed with chives to feed to dogs.

"Hey, you haven't said what to do with the people who are being suppressed?" the young official asked.

"Of course it is to reshape the golden body. It is said that it is a living... living sculpture." The official sighed, knelt down and kowtowed sincerely.

"His Majesty has decreed that the whole dynasty will worship her golden body for generations, and every household will invite one back. She, she will be our patron saint from now on."

After listening, the little official couldn't calm down for a long time. He only looked up secretly and looked ahead.

"She, she's not that old, right...?" She looks young, cute, and innocent.

When the little monk heard the words "living sculpture", his whole body trembled.

A sense of despair spread from his heart, and in a daze, he heard the words he had asked countless times again.

"Little monk, when I have no choice but to retreat, do you want to marry me?" She always smiled when she said this, and he never thought much about it.

"Marry, marry..." the young monk muttered unconsciously and ran towards the altar like crazy.

Several times I tripped over the monk's robes, only to stumble back up. I seemed to have lost my mind.

There were more than a dozen masters shaping the golden body on the altar. She was closing her eyes and letting them shape the body bit by bit. Living sculpture, living sculpture...

"Master, master, you can't go up, master..."

When the emperor saw the commotion below, he felt a little displeased. When he saw the master coming, he relaxed a little.

"Let the master come up."

When the little monk came up, he was sweating profusely. At this time, the baby had no breath. It has been covered up layer by layer and is about to be modified and carved into a human form.

He didn't even look at it, but Chen Shuang was kneeling in front of the carved baby, crying uncontrollably.

The third prince looked at the statue blankly.

When she was in Chengtian Hall, she looked at him and said softly: "I have been following you for many years, and I can finally do one last thing for you." After saying that, she looked at him deeply and said to His Majesty I am willing to live in a golden body and hope that Your Majesty will not punish the third prince and his family.

The third prince was extremely shocked. He felt as if his whole body was numb, as if there was a huge void in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yuan turned around and smiled. I want you to remember me for the rest of your life!

Anyway, I just left. Being dead is like sleeping.

Chen Yuan's words sent the third prince straight into the abyss, making him unable to get up.

At this time, the third prince looked at the golden body, crying and laughing, as if he was crazy. She closed her eyes as if asleep, and the eyelashes on her face could be seen clearly.

There were no tears in the little monk's eyes. He felt like crying but couldn't.

The master said to let him break the worldly bond, but he still doesn’t know how to break the worldly bond, and the earthly bond is about to be molded alive!

"Master, fate has a saying. You and she are close friends. No matter what you do, you ask me to forgive you. She also asked the master to save her. You are a person of high moral character and respect that she believes." The emperor met the master. His expression was wrong, but he didn't think much about it, just thinking that the two of them had a great relationship.

The young monk was confused and couldn't listen. He boldly put his hand between Chen Yuan's nose and lips.

turn out to be……

He has long since lost his breath.