Arc 4 Chapter 8 Part 1
Yu Chiyan had already set off three days ago, but it was unknown what plans Su Yun had made while he stayed in the capital. Meanwhile, Fan Yin’s departure was delayed because he was taking care of Su Yichen.
Inside Tingchan temple.
“The medicine is ready, come and drink it.” Fan Yin brought the bowl near Shen Jiayan’s face.
The darkened Chinese medicine was dark and cloudy. As soon as it was brought over, the unique bitter aroma permeated the entire Zen room.
Shen Jiayan only took a glance at it, before turning his head away with a disgusted look, “I don’t want to drink it. It’s so bitter.”
Fan Yin somewhat didn’t expect this. Shen Jiayan had always drank the medicine in one gulp and he had never said that he didn’t want to drink medicine. Besides, the reason Shen Jiayan found was too ludicrous.
“You haven’t even taken a sip of it yet. How would you know if this medicine is really bitter?” Fan Yin held the bowl of medicine near Shen Jiayan’s lips and coaxed him, “I usually drink this medicine. It’s not bitter.”
Hearing these words, there was a flicker in Shen Jiayan’s eyes. He looked as if he was somewhat moved. He hesitantly asked, “You didn’t lie to me?”
“This monk doesn’t lie.” Fan Yin said with a smile. He handed over the bowl again.
Fan Yin wore a blue robe embroidered with a Godly Red-Crowned Cranes today. It’s wings were stretched, as if they desired to take flight. The moment Fan Yin smiled, his appearance became extremely handsome and pure. It was as if a celestial being had descended on Earth.
Shen Jiayan buried his face under the quilt, only timidly revealing a pair of eyes to him, “Then, you take a sip of it first, let me see.”
In order to confirm that the medicine was not bitter, Fan Yin took a sip of the medicine and then finally looked at Shen Jiayan with a smile in his eyes, “I’ve drank it. Do you believe me now?”
Shen Jiayan shrank back into the quilt again, “I’m still a little scared. How about taking another sip and showing it to me, all right?”
Fan Yin was about to agree again, but he caught sight of Shen Jiayan’s eyes looking around a few times. He suddenly understood what was happening.
Fan Yin picked up the bowl of medicine and drank another large mouthful of it. Then under Shen Jiayan’s secretly rejoicing gaze, Fan Yin lightly pinched Shen Jiayan’s chin and made him take all the medicine in.
The two people were very close to each other, their breaths mingling together. Fan Yin watched as Shen Jiayan’s eyes suddenly widened, but he still didn’t change his expression and pushed the medicine towards Shen Jiayan with the tip of his tongue.
When Shen Jiayan wanted to push him back and refuse, Fan Yin pressed back with his tongue. The medicine traveled back and forth between their mouths. Shen Jiayan only felt the bitter taste of Chinese medicine all over his tongue. It was bitter beyond words.
Finally, Shen Jiayan could only swallow down the medicine.
As soon as he swallowed down all of the medicine, Shen Jiayan complained to him with tears in his eyes, “Still saying that monks don’t lie. You lied to me, this medicine is clearly bitter!”
Fan Yin stuffed a lotus seed into Shen Jiayan’s mouth. His gaze was stuck on Shen Jiayan’s slightly red and swollen lips. He meaningfully said, “Is this medicine bitter? Why do I feel that it even tasted a bit sweet?”
Shen Jiayan covered his lips with his hands, his eyes were wide open.
Fan Yin gently wiped off the remaining drops of medicine from the corner of Shen Jiayan’s mouth with his fingers. There was a vague smiling expression in his eyes, “Do you want to drink the rest of the medicine by yourself, or do you want me to continue feeding it to you?”
Shen Jiayan immediately took the bowl from Fan Yin’s hand, then he drank it cleanly with wrinkled brows.
Fan Yin applied the ointment to Shen Jiayan’s wounds and fed him his medicine on time every day. Within a few days, the wounds on Shen Jiayan’s body gradually started scabbing and showed signs of healing.
Under the old locust tree in the middle of the courtyard.
The old master was still sweeping the ground in an unhurried manner, like he has done so for decades.
Fan Yin bent down with hands together, “Shifu, this apprentice will set out on a journey to the North tomorrow. Yichen shall be troubling you more.”
The old master stopped sweeping the ground. Wisdom could be seen in every wrinkle of his face, “Rest assured, Shifu will definitely take care of Benefactor Su.”
“Many thanks, Shifu.” Fan Yin paused for a moment before subconsciously adding a few more words, “His wounds have just started scabbing, please remember to remind him not to scratch them every day. He dreads the bitterness of medicine and is even reluctant to drink it sometimes. Please watch him drink it all, or else he will secretly pour it out. In addition, he……”
“Fan Yin ah!” The Old Abbot called out, “As Shifu can see, Shifu is unable to do so much complicated and meticulous work. Why don’t you take him with you?”
Fan Yin pondered for a while. He bowed his head and said with a smile, “It’s bitterly cold in the North. His health has not yet fully recovered, not to mention that there’s a plague everywhere. I don’t want him to suffer.”
“Child, do you remember what Shifu said to you last time?” The Old Master waited for Fan Yin’s nod before continuing to ask, “Then Shifu will ask you now, can you still let him go now?”
“From the moment I saw him lying there and covered in blood, I already knew I couldn’t let him go.” Fan Yin looked at the Old Master, “Shifu, will you blame this apprentice?”
“Child, you are the closest person to achieve true Buddhism in my sect for thousands of years. Therefore, when Xiao Yin showed up, everyone asked me to have him ‘killed’——because that kind of human nature should not appear in a Buddhist’s body.
Arc 4 Chapter 8 Part 1
Yu Chiyan had already set off three days ago, but it was unknown what plans Su Yun had made while he stayed in the capital. Meanwhile, Fan Yin’s departure was delayed because he was taking care of Su Yichen.
Inside Tingchan temple.
“The medicine is ready, come and drink it.” Fan Yin brought the bowl near Shen Jiayan’s face.
The darkened Chinese medicine was dark and cloudy. As soon as it was brought over, the unique bitter aroma permeated the entire Zen room.
Shen Jiayan only took a glance at it, before turning his head away with a disgusted look, “I don’t want to drink it. It’s so bitter.”
Fan Yin somewhat didn’t expect this. Shen Jiayan had always drank the medicine in one gulp and he had never said that he didn’t want to drink medicine. Besides, the reason Shen Jiayan found was too ludicrous.
“You haven’t even taken a sip of it yet. How would you know if this medicine is really bitter?” Fan Yin held the bowl of medicine near Shen Jiayan’s lips and coaxed him, “I usually drink this medicine. It’s not bitter.”
Hearing these words, there was a flicker in Shen Jiayan’s eyes. He looked as if he was somewhat moved. He hesitantly asked, “You didn’t lie to me?”
“This monk doesn’t lie.” Fan Yin said with a smile. He handed over the bowl again.
Fan Yin wore a blue robe embroidered with a Godly Red-Crowned Cranes today. It’s wings were stretched, as if they desired to take flight. The moment Fan Yin smiled, his appearance became extremely handsome and pure. It was as if a celestial being had descended on Earth.
Shen Jiayan buried his face under the quilt, only timidly revealing a pair of eyes to him, “Then, you take a sip of it first, let me see.”
In order to confirm that the medicine was not bitter, Fan Yin took a sip of the medicine and then finally looked at Shen Jiayan with a smile in his eyes, “I’ve drank it. Do you believe me now?”
Shen Jiayan shrank back into the quilt again, “I’m still a little scared. How about taking another sip and showing it to me, all right?”
Fan Yin was about to agree again, but he caught sight of Shen Jiayan’s eyes looking around a few times. He suddenly understood what was happening.
Fan Yin picked up the bowl of medicine and drank another large mouthful of it. Then under Shen Jiayan’s secretly rejoicing gaze, Fan Yin lightly pinched Shen Jiayan’s chin and made him take all the medicine in.
The two people were very close to each other, their breaths mingling together. Fan Yin watched as Shen Jiayan’s eyes suddenly widened, but he still didn’t change his expression and pushed the medicine towards Shen Jiayan with the tip of his tongue.
When Shen Jiayan wanted to push him back and refuse, Fan Yin pressed back with his tongue. The medicine traveled back and forth between their mouths. Shen Jiayan only felt the bitter taste of Chinese medicine all over his tongue. It was bitter beyond words.
Finally, Shen Jiayan could only swallow down the medicine.
As soon as he swallowed down all of the medicine, Shen Jiayan complained to him with tears in his eyes, “Still saying that monks don’t lie. You lied to me, this medicine is clearly bitter!”
Fan Yin stuffed a lotus seed into Shen Jiayan’s mouth. His gaze was stuck on Shen Jiayan’s slightly red and swollen lips. He meaningfully said, “Is this medicine bitter? Why do I feel that it even tasted a bit sweet?”
Shen Jiayan covered his lips with his hands, his eyes were wide open.
Fan Yin gently wiped off the remaining drops of medicine from the corner of Shen Jiayan’s mouth with his fingers. There was a vague smiling expression in his eyes, “Do you want to drink the rest of the medicine by yourself, or do you want me to continue feeding it to you?”
Shen Jiayan immediately took the bowl from Fan Yin’s hand, then he drank it cleanly with wrinkled brows.
Fan Yin applied the ointment to Shen Jiayan’s wounds and fed him his medicine on time every day. Within a few days, the wounds on Shen Jiayan’s body gradually started scabbing and showed signs of healing.
Under the old locust tree in the middle of the courtyard.
The old master was still sweeping the ground in an unhurried manner, like he has done so for decades.
Fan Yin bent down with hands together, “Shifu, this apprentice will set out on a journey to the North tomorrow. Yichen shall be troubling you more.”
The old master stopped sweeping the ground. Wisdom could be seen in every wrinkle of his face, “Rest assured, Shifu will definitely take care of Benefactor Su.”
“Many thanks, Shifu.” Fan Yin paused for a moment before subconsciously adding a few more words, “His wounds have just started scabbing, please remember to remind him not to scratch them every day. He dreads the bitterness of medicine and is even reluctant to drink it sometimes. Please watch him drink it all, or else he will secretly pour it out. In addition, he……”
“Fan Yin ah!” The Old Abbot called out, “As Shifu can see, Shifu is unable to do so much complicated and meticulous work. Why don’t you take him with you?”
Fan Yin pondered for a while. He bowed his head and said with a smile, “It’s bitterly cold in the North. His health has not yet fully recovered, not to mention that there’s a plague everywhere. I don’t want him to suffer.”
“Child, do you remember what Shifu said to you last time?” The Old Master waited for Fan Yin’s nod before continuing to ask, “Then Shifu will ask you now, can you still let him go now?”
“From the moment I saw him lying there and covered in blood, I already knew I couldn’t let him go.” Fan Yin looked at the Old Master, “Shifu, will you blame this apprentice?”
“Child, you are the closest person to achieve true Buddhism in my sect for thousands of years. Therefore, when Xiao Yin showed up, everyone asked me to have him ‘killed’——because that kind of human nature should not appear in a Buddhist’s body.
