The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

We walked for about five minutes.

Just when Gu Weimian was about to ask when he would arrive, the little novice monk pointed towards two wooden doors not far away.

"arrive."

Gu Weimian looked towards the two wooden doors.

Her heartbeat sped up inexplicably.

A little excited, but more nervous.

Nervousness about the unknown.

She walked up and opened the door gently.

Gu Weimian's vision suddenly couldn't adapt to the light in the room.

It took her a long time to get a rough look at the situation in the room.

The first time she saw it clearly, she was startled by the motionless, thin figure sitting in the middle of the room.

The man sitting cross-legged on the mat lowered his head slightly, making no sound or moving at all from beginning to end.

Gu Weimian's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

It looks like... he's dead, right?

Her face was tense and she stood still.

He didn't retreat or go in.

I was about to turn around and ask the little novice monk.

The old monk who was sitting in the center of the house suddenly slowly raised his head.

"You came."

His voice was hoarse and muffled, as if something was rolling in his throat.

The sudden opening made Gu Weimian's heart tighten in fear.

It's even scarier than not talking before.

She frowned, but in the end she was fearless and walked in quickly.

"Abbott."

The host raised his head with difficulty.

The eyelids that had been lowered finally opened a little.

His eyeballs seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist.

Gu Weimian looked at it, somewhat doubting whether he could see clearly.

His eyes were fixed in the direction of Gu Weimian, and then he let out a long sigh,

"You're late, there's nothing I can do."

Gu Weimian's eyes narrowed.

For a second, she lowered her eyes and asked the abbot quietly,

"Abbott, do you know why I'm here?"

The abbot's face full of grooves showed an expression that looked like a smile but not a smile, something like a cry but not a cry.

“Isn’t the biggest wish of guests from far away is to return home?”

Gu Weimian's face gradually froze.

She looked at the abbot.

The abbot also looked at her motionless.

Although he is looking up, he looks like a Buddha who is compassionate towards the sufferings of the world.

Gu Weimian clenched his hands tightly.

Before she could make a decision in her mind, the abbot had already spoken first.

"What happened this time was that I didn't let go of my greed and wanted to try the classics left by the predecessors of Nanshan Temple, which led to such consequences."

He sighed softly,

"Those ancient books are in the cabinet next to you. You can take them all. I don't know the way back. You have to rely on yourself."

Gu Weimian stood there, unable to believe that this abbot could be so easy to talk to.

She frowned.

Do you want to believe it?

At that moment when she hesitated, the little novice's voice suddenly sounded,

"Abbot, Abbot!" He ran in, "Mr. Huo is here."

When Gu Weimian heard this, his face suddenly sank.

Huo Yan?

In the restaurant before, he was still explaining about his wedding.

At that time, he also said that he was going out.

No matter how you look at it, you should seize the time and spend more time with the bride you are about to marry, right?

What are you doing here?

Her muscles all over her body tensed up, she took a step back slightly and looked at the old abbot suspiciously.

The abbot noticed it and looked at Gu Weimian.

"He came to see me, but he still wasn't willing to give in."