Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 160 The Buddha Brother and the Assassin Brother 27

After returning to Hongci Temple, Master Xuanxin insisted on treating Zhaozhao's body, but afterwards, wounds would inexplicably appear on his body.

This led the master to suspect that some monks might be bullying Zhaozhao behind his back, and he instructed his eldest disciple, Fuwei, to observe the situation carefully.

Zhao Zhao was unaware of his thoughts, but whenever she saw a new wound, she couldn't help but think about He Yunmin's life.

"System, is this the kind of suffering the protagonist must go through to grow?"

Zhao Zhao skillfully cleaned a long knife wound on her arm and asked without changing her expression.

He wondered where his proud and sensitive younger brother was, suffering inhuman torment.

Only Zhao Zhao, who empathizes with him, knows how difficult the past two years have been for He Yunmin.

The knife and sword wounds on his body bear witness to his hardships and growth. Zhao Zhao feels sorry for him, but at the same time, she is also proud of him.

His protagonist's younger brother is indeed amazing.

In the past two years, while Zhaozhao has been calculating for the people, she has also gone down the mountain with Fuwei to do what they can for the people there.

……

"Senior brother, you don't need to help me anymore."

At the foot of a mountain near Hongci Temple, Zhaozhao, feeling utterly helpless, wiped the sweat from her smooth forehead and persistently reached out her hand to Fuwei.

This time, they went down the mountain again to help elderly people without children gather firewood for the winter.

But Fu Wei always took over his work, not letting him do it himself, which often left him both amused and exasperated.

He reached out his hand to ask Fuwei to bring him the basket of firewood, but Fuwei grabbed his hand instead.

The young man turned around and grinned. He was tall and slender with a straight back like a bamboo shoot. He was carrying a basket on his back, holding one in his left hand, and leading Zhao Zhao by the hand with his right.

He also cautioned, "The mountain roads are slippery, be careful."

Zhao Zhao tried to pull her hand away, but couldn't.

"Senior brother, you don't need to take such good care of me."

"Oh."

"..." Fu Wei chuckled. His junior brother was only seventeen years old, but he was as thin as a bamboo pole. He would often have some wounds on his body for no reason, and his body was just as weak and frail.

Despite his frail health, he still thinks about doing good deeds all day long, and seeing this scene always softens his heart.

"Fine, you can stay here."

With that, Fuwei pressed him down onto a large rock nearby, saying, "Stay put, I'll be right back."

It rained in this grove a couple of days ago, and the road is slippery. If my junior brother falls, it will be hard to explain to our master.

However, whether he was afraid of his master's scolding or worried about Zhao Zhao's health, only he himself probably knows best.

"Alright." Seeing his insistence, Zhao Zhao had no choice but to agree.

"However, I won't go down the mountain with you next time."

Watching Fuwei's retreating figure, Zhaozhao said softly.

Looking around, there were still some scraps of firewood. Zhao Zhao couldn't stay idle, so she slowly picked them up.

However, before Zhao Zhao could react, a pair of well-defined hands suddenly appeared in front of her, taking the piece of wood she was picking up. Zhao Zhao was startled, then looked up again, her expression unchanged as she looked at the newcomer.

A breeze stirred, lifting the boy's high ponytail, and a cry of "Brother!" carried on the wind to Zhao Zhao's ears.

He was dressed in a simple black narrow-sleeved robe, his whole body elegant and unadorned. His once-familiar face had grown quite a bit and was very handsome. However, when he looked at him with his dark and deep eyes, it was no longer the same joy he had felt every time he saw him in his childhood.

Zhao Zhao had already sensed that they would meet again, but she didn't expect it to be so soon.

After a slight pause, Zhao Zhao took a step back, put her hands together, and performed a standard Buddhist salute.

Her eyes curved into a smile as she softly uttered a few words, "Does Benefactor wish to speak to Ruosheng about something?"