My Wife Has Been Blackened

The little monk's hands dropped weakly.

Watching stupidly, they will help Chen Yuan build a golden body.

She looked very peaceful, even with a slight smile on her lips, just like calling the little monk with a smile every time.

She, she, had rosy cheeks, long and thick eyelashes, and could even stand upright with her feet on that monster. No one could have imagined that her eyes were closed and she was sleeping, in fact...

He has long since lost his breath.

She is dead.

The little monk's eyes were full of shock, as if all this happened too suddenly and there was no time to react. Everyone is still in a state of confusion. He could only look at the golden body stupidly, unable to react for a while.

"Ha, haha...haha..." The third prince was laughing, laughing, and tears were streaming down his face.

"Hahahaha..." The third prince went crazy. He just stood there and watched Chen Yuan being molded alive. He was so excited that he went crazy.

"My wife, my wife... Father, Father, I want to marry the legitimate daughter of the Fengchen family. She is the little follower who has been following my son all day, all day. My son, I want to marry her..." The third prince looked confused and looked at the emperor with his head tilted. One moment he giggled with tears in his eyes, and the next moment he cried loudly that Chenyuan no longer wanted him.

"Father, my son wants to marry her. Chen Yuan, Chen Yuan didn't push her, it's that bitch. She didn't push her, it's my son who talked nonsense!" The third prince drooled, grinned stupidly, stepped forward and kicked her. Chenshuang kicked his head and hit the hard, formed monster statue, and blood flowed loudly.

"You bastard, go back to your palace and stay there! If you fail to succeed, you will fail!" The emperor couldn't see him like this. Seeing that he was driven crazy, he couldn't even look at him.

Now that Chen Yuan has been molded into a golden body by him, there is no room for the traitor to slander him!

Otherwise, wouldn’t this be a slap in the face?

From now on, Chenyuan will be the patron saint of the whole country, and no one can slander him!

The third prince didn't seem to hear anything. He just looked at the golden body blankly and walked away with a silly smile: "Get a wife, get a wife, I want to marry Yuan Yuan... I want to wear wedding clothes, I want to marry Yuan Yuan... Let’s get married…” He was running and jumping, jumping with his hands open, and actually went back to make a big red wedding robe.

The ministers lowered their heads tightly and did not dare to look at it at all.

Who knows what the third prince has been through. He was the one who despised the Miss Chen family the most back then. He was the one who knelt down for three days to break off the engagement. It was also he who spread rumors outside all day long that Miss Chen Yuan was unruly, shameless and cruel. The eldest sister entered the water.

I don’t know what kind of evil has taken hold of me now, and I’m starting to go crazy again.

The young monk didn't say a word. He only heard the emperor's words in his ears: Chenyuan wants you to help her read scriptures for salvation. I want you to forgive me.

She has always protected him.

The little monk felt a dull pain in his heart, as if a rusty knife was cutting into his heart, making him almost breathless, and his heart was so heavy that he almost cried out in pain. But he could only hold the corners of his clothes tightly and stare at the golden body, trembling all over.

The golden body took three days to be sculpted.

The little monk sat cross-legged next to Jin for three days without eating or drinking. He said nothing, did not eat or drink, and just stared at her who had turned into a golden body.

The hole in my heart is getting bigger and bigger, and nothing can fill it, and nothing can fill it. He felt cold, painful and uncomfortable. The little monk could only bend his waist slightly and hunch his back to feel less pain.

"Master, you have served the country well. From today on, you will be the only national master of the dynasty." The emperor made the decree, and the young monk really became a world-famous master.

Even worse than his master.

Three days later, everyone left except the young monk still sitting on the altar.

Everyone knew that he wanted to be saved for her, and everyone admired him greatly.

It was late at night, and the little monk had not slept for seven days and nights. His mouth was covered with dry skin and his throat was hoarse.

A layer of fallen leaves fell on his body, his shoulders were covered with dust, and there was a bit of darkness between the wings of his nose, as if he had a beard.

His little monk's head, which was always smooth, grew a thin layer of hair.

It's just that the hair is not black. Instead, there is a layer of white, white and furry.

He has gray hair.

"Chen Yuan, I don't dare to sleep. When I close my eyes, all I can think of is your appearance. What do you think I should do?" The voice was hoarse and harsh, without any emotion, as if they were just chatting casually.

"Chen Yuan, I can't read the sutra, how can I help you to save it? I don't remember the sutra."

"In fact, I don't think I want to be a master who can save all sentient beings. I seem... as if my six roots are impure."

"Chenyuan, you, you have been hesitating about whether to be a living sculpture, right? Ever since I met you, I always felt that you didn't care about anything and didn't take anything to heart. It seems that nothing in the world can stop you. .”

"So, you keep asking me if I want to marry you?"

The little monk's voice sounded like he was crying.

She asked if she wanted to marry her. In fact, she wanted to have a reason to stay, right?

The little monk didn't cry. He felt very sad. There was something wrong with everything about his body. His eyes had no light and seemed to be distracted. The belief in my heart also collapsed.

But there were no tears in my eyes, and my heart hurt like a knife.

Real pain, no tears.

The little monk has no heart.

The young monk sat in front of the golden body for twelve days in his tattered and miserable cassock, until it almost merged with the ground before he was carried out of the palace.

A strand of hair clung to Chen Yuan in her arms.

The little monk also has short white hair.

"It's time for me to go back to the mountain." The young monk is now the national master of the dynasty, one of the best masters in the world, and the most respected monk. It can be regarded as a glorious return to my hometown.

He didn't wear the cassock given by His Majesty, only rags, and carried the most important things all the way back to the mountain.

Stumbling around and around in a daze, I met a lunatic wearing a bright red wedding dress who would call anyone his wife when he caught her.

"Have you seen my little wife? She's gone. She used to be behind me. As long as I turned around, I could see her. Did you see it?" The boy in white clothes is now crazy, and all he can remember in his mind is that person.

The little monk looked at him and smiled.

Chenyuan, you are so narrow-minded, you really want him to remember you for all eternity. It was the deepest stab in his heart that he would never forget until his death.

The little monk smiled and burst into tears.

Chenyuan, why did you accidentally hurt me? A knife was carved into his heart, but even my heart was taken away by you silently. Now it's empty, my heart is empty.

And, it was only after hindsight that I discovered it until now.

Tears suddenly fell from the little monk's face. He stood in front of the madman, tears streaming down his face, and squatted in the middle of the road, crying like a child.

It started to rain heavily, and he became that child that God didn't like again.