Chapter 129 I Grow Old with the Holy Monk (12)
No matter what Guanyi said, Sang Tian was very adamant about writing scriptures and refused to agree no matter how Guanyi tried to persuade her.
Guanyi couldn't persuade her and had to agree.
However, the Sutra House was some distance away from Sangtian's bamboo house, so Guanyi had someone build another simple bamboo house near it.
The two of them seemed to be reversed. Now Sang Tian no longer needed to go to the Sutra Room but Guan Yi came over.
The abbot originally disagreed when he found out about this. He was always very uneasy, especially when he couldn't see Guanyi.
Although he knew that Guan Yi had lived his whole life for the common people of the world and would not have any worldly concerns.
But since the fifth princess came, Guanyi, the holy monk, has broken the rules many times.
Faced with the disagreement of the abbot and other monks, Guanyi gave the reason that only he could urge Sangtian to write the prayer scriptures well.
No one else can refute this.
In the whole world, only prayer scriptures that have passed through the hands of holy monks will be effective.
Besides, Sang Tian suffered such a serious injury in order to protect Guan Yi, so it is reasonable and logical for Guan Yi to accommodate her.
The bamboo house was built very quickly, and Sang Tian paid the craftsmen to build it faster.
The bamboo house was repaired in just three days, a project that should have taken more than ten days.
Sang Tian's wound also got better under Guan Yi's daily care.
Perhaps Sang Tian's prayers were really effective, as news came from the palace that Xia Qingli's health was much better than before.
The emperor was very happy and sent a bunch of gold, silver and jewelry to Sang Tian.
The letter sent by the emperor was full of concern and regards for Guan Yi, and there was nothing about Sang Tian.
Sang Tian didn't want to think about these things, and was quite happy holding the gold, silver and jewelry.
However, Sang Tian sold all these things and exchanged them for silver to buy things for Guan Yi's bamboo house.
Guanyi likes to play the piano in his spare time, but the piano he has always used is a piano that looks very old.
Sang Tian decorated the bamboo house inside and out, making it either look extravagant or more comfortable.
When Guan Yi came back from chanting scriptures, he saw Sang Tian busying around in front of his bamboo house from afar.
He couldn't help but slow down his pace and walk over, standing behind her to see what she was doing.
Sang Tian brought back flowers and plants from her own yard and planted them all in Guanyi's yard.
Sang Tian was working seriously and didn't hear Guan Yi coming over.
Guan Yi did not disturb her but stood behind her, watching Sang Tian, a princess, getting herself dirty planting flowers, with mud all over her face and clothes.
It was not until Guan Yi saw blood seeping out of Sang Tian's injured arm that he stepped forward and took the flowers from Sang Tian's hand.
The flowers in her hand were suddenly taken away. Sang Tian turned her head sharply and saw Guan Yi's gentle and handsome face.
Sang Tian, who hadn't reacted for a moment, looked at Guan Yi in a daze. The mud on her face made her look silly.
Guan Yi's lips curled up slightly. He squatted beside Sang Tian with the flowers and planted them in the small hole he had just dug.
Sang Tian was afraid that Guan Yi would be angry, so she hurriedly explained: "Holy monk, don't get me wrong, I just thought of planting some flowers and plants because I saw that your yard is a bit boring so you can feel comfortable looking at it!"
After Guan Yi buried the soil, he turned back to look at Sang Tian and asked softly, "Why does Your Highness want to do this?"
Looking at Guan Yi's beautiful eyes like glass, Sang Tian's heart began to beat vigorously.
She lowered her eyes, her butterfly-like eyelashes obscuring her expression, making it impossible to read.
After a long time, she slowly said: "Because the holy monk is not only the holy monk of the world, you are more of yourself. I just want you to live like others."
Sang Tian's voice was like a stone hitting the water, splashing ripples and making Guan Yi's heart beat violently.