We were separated by famine many years ago. I became the sharpest sword in the Tang Sect, and he became the youngest monk in Shaolin.
At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, Xuan Shen held my wrist tightly, his eyes filled with paranoia like wildfire.
On the day we reunited, he pinched my chin and asked, "Why did you abandon me back then?"
I sneered and countered with a thousand machine boxes: "It's obviously you, master, who became a deserter first."
Until I was seriously injured and on the verge of death, he broke the rules in public, and his hot palms pressed against my cold back.
The monks angrily accused him of defiling Buddhism, but he smiled and kissed my fingertips in the pool of blood:
——Later, rumors spread that there was a teahouse at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.
The boss didn't know whether it was the cold-faced Tangmen or the monk who returned to secular life.
[Jianwang San fan] [Shaolin x Tangmen] [Breaking monk x cold-faced killer]
Purpose: Find your true heart amidst hatred and prejudice, and choose the right path in the flames of troubled times