Zhen Shan's eyes glanced across the bamboo bushes on the side as if inadvertently, picked up the bamboo basket placed on the ground by Wuchen, and walked towards him.

"Master Wuchen, are you okay?"

Wuchen dug out a few umbrella grasses, reached out and was about to take the bamboo basket from Zhen Shan's hand, and took out the small flower pot inside so that he could transplant the umbrella grass, but suddenly...

"careful!"

Zhen Shan's expression changed, and at the same time he spoke, he stretched out his hand to push Wu Chen away, "Ah!"

"Zhen Donor!"

Wuchen was startled and quickly knocked off the poisonous snake biting her arm and caught the staggering and fallen woman.

"No dust..."

Zhen Shan's face turned pale, and the snake's venom gradually paralyzed her consciousness. She only glanced at Wu Chen, and seeing that he was safe, she touched her lips as if to comfort him, but she suddenly lost consciousness and fainted in his arms.

Wuchen frowned, quickly took out a celadon flask, poured out a pill, and fed it into Zhen Shan's mouth. Then he held up her hand that was bitten by a poisonous snake and took a silent breath.

"Zhen almsgiver, please obey the authority in urgent matters. This poor monk is rude."

Wuchen opened her sleeves, and the two blue-black teeth mark holes were particularly shocking to her snow-white skin, which was as delicate as jade and porcelain.

Wuchen looked gloomy, supported her against a big rock, took out a few silver needles, and sealed several acupuncture points on her hands to prevent the poisonous blood from flowing into her heart.

"Amitabha, I'm offended!"

He lowered his head and put his thin lips to her wound, sucking out the snake venom. He waited until the blood turned bright red, then stopped, took out the water bag, cleaned her wound, sprinkled medicine on it, and bandaged it.

Pat… Big raindrops hit the leaves,

Just after helping Zhen Shan force out the snake venom, before Wu Chen could breathe a sigh of relief, it suddenly started to rain heavily.

He had no choice but to carry Zhen Shan on his back, pick up the bamboo basket, and move quickly through the jungle.

It was too far to go down the mountain at this time, so I could only hope to find a cave to take shelter from the rain.

Fortunately, Wuchen's luck was not bad, and he soon found a dry and safe cave.

After making sure that there was no danger in the cave, he put Zhen Shan down, spread the straw in the cave, and let her lie down.

I don't know whether it was because of the snake venom or because he had just been caught in the rain. Zhen Shan's face was extremely pale, and his beautiful red lips were all pale. His body was shivering, and he was huddled on the straw, looking very pitiful.

Wuchen frowned, picked up the dead branches in the cave, lit them, and kept her warm.

But that seemed to be a drop in the bucket, Zhen Shan was still very cold, so cold that she shrank into a small ball, with crystal tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, and she sobbed weakly and uncomfortably.

She cried very quietly, like a kitten, but it was even more pitiable to the core.

Wuchen frowned even more tightly, walked to her side, squatted down, and called softly: "Donor Zhen, Donor Zhen..."

Zhen Shan seemed to have fallen into a cold and terrifying nightmare, from which he could not wake up.

Wuchen sighed softly, took off his coat and covered her body, but suddenly, his hand was tightly held by a cold and soft little hand.

And the little girl, not knowing whether it was too cold, instinctively followed the source of warmth, and actually rubbed her body into the little master's arms.

Wuchen was completely frozen into a wooden frame. He was a soft and small ball in his arms, making him feel at a loss for the first time in his life.

What should he do? Buddha didn’t teach him!

The young monk's clear brows and eyes are full of confusion, and his thin lips are full of Amitabha.
Chapter completed!