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Chapter 273 You Don’t Care About the World

Qingliang Temple.

The two finally reached the safe shore, but Bai Wan fainted due to the intense stimulation and exhaustion.

It was early in the morning when they were discovered by monks who had gone down the mountain to fetch water and were carried back to the temple.

At noon that day, the first thing Ling Shumo did after waking up was to look for Bai Wan, but he only saw a bald monk.

He has an ordinary appearance, with a white beard that reaches his chest and a sunken scar on the left side of his forehead. He looks like a hermit who does not care about worldly matters.

He lowered his head and found that the wound on his left hand and the scratches on his body had been bandaged. He couldn't help but bowed:

"Thank you, Master Kongming, for saving me."

Then, he asked softly, "Master Bai who is with me..."

Master Kong Ming showed a helpless expression on his face: "He is in the next room and hasn't woken up yet."

Ling Shumo tried his best to get up and immediately went to the next room. He would only be so anxious when he met this person.

When he came to another room, Bai Wan was wearing a yellow monk's robe, lying quietly on the bed with his eyes closed, his face pale and bloodless.

It's only been one day, how could a person suffer from such hypothermia?

Looking at such a person, Master Kongming clasped his hands together in silence.

"Amitabha!"

Ling Shumo walked forward and observed carefully, as if trying to find some signs of awakening from him.

His brows gradually furrowed into a frown.

"This donor is a man of extraordinary talent, destined to be a great talent who will go down in history."

"It's a pity that my fate is full of misfortunes, and I have no end in sight when it comes to suffering. I am destined to be lonely and widowed for life, and to die young."

Faced with Master Kongming's words, Ling Shumo felt a little sad.

"He is a person who doesn't believe in the universe, but only in himself, and who only wants to live a wonderful life..."

Ling Shumo actually knew how difficult this person's life was.

Han Miaoran witnessed the death of both his parents when he was young, was abused by his teacher, and was imprisoned and had his hands disabled by his mentor.

In the end, after five years of amnesia, he became a street thug and was hated by everyone.

After much difficulty, he started over and returned to the painting academy. However, he was still assassinated by his teacher and became blind. Even after regaining his sight, he saw the destruction of his country and the war.

Now, he even killed his mentor with his own hands and was deeply traumatized.

All of this is the ultimate suffering in the world.

And he actually looked at the outside world with a bright smile, as if he had let go of his obsession.

These are unreasonable in themselves.

"Donor Ling." Master Kongxiang walked straight to his side. "The great talents in ancient times must have little luck. He is destined to lose his parents, his marriage, and his mentor in this life. He is also exhausted both physically and mentally. "

These three deaths are shocking, especially the one about the loss of marriage.

"In fact, he should have passed away seven years ago."

Master Kongming clasped his hands together and said again.

Ling Shumo was shocked by this, but he still said calmly: "He doesn't believe in destiny, and neither do I. Besides, I have lost my parents and my mentor. No matter what happens, we can fight together."

"You are so stubborn, what if he never wakes up?"

Obsessed!

He had heard this sentence countless times when he was looking for Ah Bai everywhere after she left him seven years ago.

Ling Shumo reached out and gently stroked the jade-like face on the bed: "I believe he can wake up. Even gods and Buddhas cannot compare to him being able to change his own fate!"

Yes.

Close to Zhu Zhechi.

Now, he, like Bai Wan, believes that all gods and Buddhas in heaven and earth are not trustworthy, and that only he can overcome everything.

It was obviously the first time that Master Kongming heard that there were people who had no faith and only believed in themselves.

Ling Shumo is the type of person who looks elegant and gentle, but is actually very strong and persistent inside, and never wavers.

"Your words are quite original, I will learn from you." Master Kongming bowed and said in a deep voice, "Your deep feelings and deep feelings are rare."

"Hmm?" Ling Shumo's expression froze slightly, probably because he had never thought that this master could say such a thing.

Is it so easy to see through his feelings?

Master Kongming sighed slightly and said seriously: "Although I am a monk, I am not incapable of perceiving everything."

"However, not everyone in this world can accept this kind of feeling."

Ling Shumo smiled and continued to look at the unconscious person on the bed.

"You never need others to accept your own affairs!"

Every word he spoke was firm and serious.

"You don't care about the secular world?" Master Kongming seemed a little shocked and asked seriously.

Ling Shumo blurted out without hesitation: "Ignore it, I don't care."

It is really absurd how Buddhists teach about the so-called love and attachment in the world.

Master Kongming held his forehead and sighed, "His physical condition was not good to begin with, and he must have gone through a lot of hardships. This stimulation caused all his previous illnesses to gather together. He needs to be nursed back to health."

Bai Wan only had some minor scratches on his body, which were not serious. However, he had experienced imprisonment seven years ago and escaped from disasters several times, so his health was definitely worse.

"Okay, let him recuperate here."

Ling Shumo gently brushed away the strands of hair on his forehead and rubbed them behind his ears lovingly, then stood up and bowed deeply to Master Kongming.

"Master, Ling has something to ask of you."

Master Kongming helped him up and said, "You can't bow like that!"

"I'll write three letters." Ling Shumo looked back at the person on the bed, "Please send someone to deliver the first letter to the capital of Qing Dynasty, the second letter to the embassy post station, and the third letter to the military governor's residence in Dingzhou City."

Now that both the Qing Dynasty delegation and the Nanying delegation have suffered a shipwreck, all news must be reported immediately to avoid rumors and additional disasters. Some explanations also need to be given to my younger brother Ling Han.

"That's it, I agree!"

Ling Shumo just sat at the desk beside him, picked up the pen and started writing, and handed it to Kong Ming as soon as he finished.

After seeing the person leave, he returned to the bed as if relieved and held the person's hand.

In a sense, this negotiation can be considered a failure.

In this case, he had no reason to return to Qing Dynasty.

So, from noon to evening, then to late night, and even early morning.

Ling Shumo waited for more than ten hours without eating, drinking, or even sleeping, but Bai Wan never opened her eyes.

The next day, this man also looked at the person on the bed with calm eyes, and his whole body was almost stuck to the chair next to him.

After all, he couldn't stand this kind of work day and night.

As they watched, he felt really tired, so he just lay down on the edge of the bed and held the other person's hand tightly.

Fell into a deep sleep...