Yuan Ya had been lying atop the banyan tree, secretly watching Xiao Hua practice his punches. Xiao Jian's fierce shout jolted him awake. When he saw what was happening inside the temple, he hurriedly cried, "Master, please come quickly! There's a poor child here! Master needs you to come help!"
As he spoke, he slipped down from the tree like a wisp of smoke, lit a fire at the stove in one corner of the temple, and prepared to boil water.
Xiao Hua, who had enjoyed three days of peace and quiet, suddenly heard Yuan Ya calling for him. He had long since released his Buddhist sense, and once he saw clearly what had happened, he could not help but sigh. Xiao Jian was right. He could not simply refuse to help with this matter. The injured child was grievously hurt. Had the child not been young and brimming with vitality, he could never have held on until now! Moreover, the child had reached the final critical moment. If he was not treated within half an hour, he would certainly die young.
"Forget it..." Xiao Hua withdrew his fists and feet and slowly walked back to the temple. "A life is a life. If he can be saved, then save him."
By the time Xiao Hua returned to the west wing, Yuan Ya had already placed a large wooden tub inside, waiting for the water to heat so he could wash the child.
"Go bring the child in," Xiao Hua instructed.
"Yes, Master!" Yuan Ya answered and prepared to leave. But after taking two steps, he turned back and said softly, "Master, you must save this child! As long as you save him, your disciple will do whatever you tell him to do!"
"Including no longer secretly watching this old