Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 150 The Buddha Brother and the Assassin Brother 17

Following the instructions in her dream, Zhao Zhao led her father and younger brother to easily find the monk in distress.

Just like in the dream, he was now lying on the ground, barely breathing, his snow-white robe covered in mud and grime, looking extremely disheveled.

This place was desolate and remote, and a handsome young monk suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He Qianyan was startled. "Zhaozhao and Minmin, you two stand still."

As he spoke, he cautiously stepped forward, raised his hand to check the monk's breath, and said, "He's still breathing."

"That's strange, why is this little monk unconscious here?" He Qianyan raised his hand and poked his smooth head.

Zhao Zhao stepped forward, tugged at her father's sleeve, her eyes crinkling, "Father, please save his life."

The fact that his father saved him was not only a blessing from the monk, but also a blessing from their entire family.

Good deeds will yield good results, and good people will be rewarded.

He Qianyan didn't say a word. Even if his son hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have let him fall there.

"Father carried this older brother onto the carriage, and Zhao Zhao and Min Min obediently followed behind Father."

As she spoke, she turned back to Minmin, who seemed quite honest, and added, "Especially Minmin, don't run around."

Zhao Zhao stepped forward and took He Yunmin's hand, saying steadily, "Father, don't worry."

Walking behind He Qianyan, Zhao Zhao subtly observed the boy on her back, touching the Buddhist prayer beads she was still holding in her hand, her eyes vacant, lost in thought.

Feeling her fingers being tugged, Zhao Zhao turned around and smiled gently, "What's wrong, Minmin?"

He Yunmin didn't know what his brother was thinking, but looking at his brother's expression just now, he felt inexplicably flustered.

She instinctively grabbed his hand, but then, realizing that Zhao Zhao might be in pain, she quickly let go. "It's nothing, brother, don't worry about me."

"Alright, Minmin, hurry up and catch up with your father." Zhao Zhao seemed oblivious to his unease and continued to smile gently.

But when He Yunmin met those gentle eyes, she always felt that something had changed.

……

He Qianyan and his group were on their way to Hongci Temple when they happened to pass through a small town. They decided to take the monk to the town for medical treatment.

Inside the carriage, Zhao Zhao casually put the prayer beads back on the monk's wrist. Seeing this, He Qianyan asked, "Zhao Zhao, how are you sure these prayer beads are his?"

Although it was highly likely to be his, seeing his son's decisive action, he still asked one more question.

Zhao Zhao's smile remained unchanged. "Father, there's no need to doubt it, this is his." Her confident demeanor made it seem as if the monk had told him himself.

He Qianyan sighed and ruffled his hair. “Zhao Zhao, you’re starting to look more and more like those ‘unfathomable fortune tellers’ on the street.”

On the streets of Gancheng, there are often some charlatans who swindle people year-round. They will say to anyone they meet, "I have a connection with you," and then grab passersby and say some ambiguous things to attract their interest before asking for money.

Looking at Zhao Zhao, He Qianyan couldn't help but think of those charlatans.

Zhao Zhao remained calm, but He Yunmin snorted at him, "Bad daddy, you can't talk about my brother."

"Hey, you brat." He Qianyan's attention was instantly diverted by this unfilial son, and he raised his hand to lightly slap his bottom.

"Ugh, you stinky daddy."

He Yunmin recklessly dodged, bumping into everyone in the carriage except Zhaozhao, including the unconscious monk.

He Qianyan was afraid that he would get hurt, so she quickly hugged him back. "Minmin, behave yourself."

"Okay," Minmin said, feeling wronged.

After a cursory examination, He Qianyan found that the monk had no other wounds, but his face was deathly pale, leading him to guess that he had suffered internal injuries.