Make a Living by Your Face [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.2

Extra 9: Dust-free

　　The afterglow of the setting sun penetrated the maple forest and shone on the two people in the woods.

　　The young man in white was twisting a piece of red maple with his fingertips, his long black hair dancing in the wind. He was looking at the man opposite with burning eyes. The monk, who had always been ascetic, was rarely distracted.

　　Fugui's anxious calls were heard in the distance. He probably realized that his master had been missing for too long and was getting anxious and angry.

　　Shen Mian burst out laughing and said, "It seems that I am a little aggressive and make things difficult for my little master. Anyway, after all, I don't care what the final outcome will be."

　　He raised his hand and released the fiery red maple leaf at his fingertips, which seemed to be burning fiercely. The lonely leaf fluttered away in the wind.

　　He looked at the red leaves drifting away, a flash of loneliness in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant, and then he showed his usual lazy and casual smile, and said: "I have finished drinking, I will go back. If you feel like drinking, come to the West Temple. With your ability, I think it will be no problem to bypass the guards."

　　Having said that, he turned around without any hesitation.

　　The monk looked at the snow-white sleeves blowing past him, and for some reason he felt a strong reluctance to let go, and wanted to grab him.

　　Don't want him to leave.

　　...

　　He suddenly said, "Donor."

　　Shen Mian stopped and asked, "What can I teach you?"

　　"If the donor is willing to leave, there may be a glimmer of hope."

　　Shen Mian lowered his eyelashes, still with his back to the monk, and whispered: "Young Master lives a free life, but he doesn't know that some people in the world are born to be bound and have no control over anything."

　　"I also know that the political situation is treacherous. If my identity is exposed, there will be no way for me to survive. I want to escape, but in the end, I am unwilling to do so."

　　"Why not?"

　　Shen Mian said: "If a person is born a puppet, and no one takes him seriously, and treats him as a puppet that can be manipulated at will, how can such a poor guy prove that he is also a person of flesh and blood?"

　　The monk fell silent.

　　Shen Mian turned around and looked at him, saying: "Everyone says that Master Wuchen of Nanshan Temple is a living Buddha on earth, saving thousands of people from danger and disaster, and is the patron saint of Dajin..."

　　Shen Mian paused and looked at the monk in front of him who was too handsome.

　　"Master Wuchen, who is believed by millions of people, you can't save me, right?"

　　The monk was startled.

　　Shen Mian couldn't help but smile and said, "It seems that I guessed it right. After getting Shengshi Furong, I should have gone to Nanshan Temple to pay homage in person, but I bumped into it by accident. I am so rude."

　　The monk still had that cold look on his face, and apart from the momentary surprise when he was recognized, no other emotions were revealed.

　　"How did you recognize me?"

　　Shen Mian said, "It's not hard to guess. I happened to hear from the prince about your drinking habit. And last time we met in the forbidden area at the backyard of Nanshan Temple, I thought you were the master's disciple. It's just that monks don't lie. I asked for your Dharma name several times, but the master avoided the question, so I became suspicious."

　　Wu Chen said: "The donor is smart."

　　Shen Mian shook his head and said honestly, "It's not that I'm smart, but a pure person like you is not good at hiding."

　　Wu Chen lowered his eyes and said, "I am just an ordinary man."

　　"Mortals cannot live forever. Master, you are too modest."

　　Wu Chen said: "There is no one who is immortal in this world. I just stay in the world a little longer than ordinary people. The donor has spent so much effort in Lushan these days. Is it to lure me out?"

　　Shen Mian nodded and said, "Sure enough, these clumsy tricks can't be hidden from you. It's a pity that all my good wine is wasted. Master refused to drink even a single sip."

　　People outside the monastery are most afraid of being involved with the mundane world and disturbing their Buddhist hearts. A sip of wine would mean they owe someone a favor, so they are particularly cautious.

　　Wu Chen said: "It's a pity indeed."

　　Shen Mian said: "Master, there is no need to be shy. It's just one or two jars of wine. I am not shameless enough to use this as a threat. Besides, I got the Hibiscus King from you at the Danqing Banquet last time, so I should give you a thank you gift."

　　Wu Chen said: "That is what the donor deserves."

　　Shen Mian curved his lips and said, "I heard there is a legend about that flower, I don't know if it's true or not."

　　What he said was that the hibiscus flower did not bloom for a long time until Master Wu Chen dreamed of a man turned into a flower. That night the hibiscus flower bloomed endlessly. After that, people spread the rumor that this hibiscus flower was the incarnation of an immortal.

　　Wu Chen said: "The dream is real, as for the rest..."

　　Shen Mian suddenly came close to him and asked anxiously, "I wonder what the flower fairy looks like. Is she really as stunningly beautiful as the rumors say? I really want to see her."

　　Wu Chen was stared at closely by those clear and bright eyes. After a pause, he whispered, "It was hazy and unclear. I didn't see his face."

　　I hadn't seen it clearly at first, but just now, the face of the person in the dream suddenly became clear.

　　He added: "She is indeed stunningly beautiful."

　　Shen Mian raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Master said he had never seen her appearance, but he also said she was stunningly beautiful. Are you kidding me?" He moved closer to the monk, his fair and delicate face carrying a hint of intoxicating wine aroma, his lips were cherry red and moist, and he whispered, "Is she really that beautiful? More beautiful than me?"

　　The monk closed his eyes, chanted some incomprehensible Buddhist scriptures, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

　　Shen Mian was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

　　When Fugui found him, he saw that he was laughing so hard that his stomach hurt, so he rubbed his stomach and asked, "Master, what good news has happened that makes you so happy?"

　　Shen Mian hummed comfortably and said, "I encountered an interesting thing."

　　A certain evil taste was awakened.