The young monk has returned to secular life

Abbot Zhiguang once recited Buddhist sutras in Duke Mu's bedroom for seventy-seven forty-nine days.

Duke Mu was still unconscious.

Later, Emperor Kangxi sent an imperial doctor to diagnose and treat him. His head was so pricked that it almost turned into a hedgehog, but there was still no sign of waking up.

Even Zhou Jin, the Tianshou magician invited by Mu Yunqing from the Qilian Mountains, acted as a healer for a while, but still couldn't find any clues.

After a consultation between Buddhism, magic and medicine, they all concluded that Duke Mu had been frightened out of his mind and that human magic was powerless.

If you want to save Duke Mu, you must use magic.

So, under Zhou Jin's recommendation, Mu Yunqing contacted the real person Linghe of the Antarctic Fairy Mountain at all costs.

After seeing the symptoms of Mu Guogong, Master Linghe did not offer any diagnosis and treatment. Instead, he spoke a few words to Mu Yunqing alone and then flew away on Linghe.

No one knows what Master Linghe said to Mu Yunqing, but from then on, although Mu Yunqing still asked people to diagnose and treat Mu Guogong from time to time, he was not as urgent as if he was in urgent need of medical treatment.

Even today, when she asked Yi Zhen to recite sutras and pray for Duke Mu, it was just an excuse to keep him in the Duke's mansion.

Her real intention is to drag Bodhi Temple into trouble and jointly deal with Liefang Pavilion.

Unexpectedly, an hour later, Qingmei ran to her and told her very solemnly: "The Duke is awake."

Mu Yunqing's jaw almost dropped in shock.

She hurried to Mu Guogong's bedroom, and the scene she saw was two little maids standing in front of the couch tremblingly. Mu Guogong was holding a bowl alone and drinking gruel, and little monk Yizhen fainted. On the futon.

"Dad... you're finally awake." Mu Yunqing ran to Duke Mu in three steps without caring about anything else, his eyes filled with tears of excitement.

"Dad? Why don't I remember that there is a daughter like you?" Mu Guogong took a mouthful of gruel and asked with a surprised look on his face.

The father and daughter looked at each other, and Mu Yunqing held back the tears that had already welled up in his eyes.

She grabbed Mu Guogong's wrist tightly and said solemnly: "Dad, don't scare me."

Duke Mu wiped the rice residue from his mouth, looked at Mu Yunqing again, and said, "Don't rush to call me daddy. I want to meet your mother first."

"I..." Mu Yunqing took a deep breath and said solemnly: "My mother has passed away a long time ago."

"Where is the stepmother?" Mu Guogong asked.

"No!" Mu Yunqing's voice began to turn cold.

"How about... you go and help me find someone as beautiful as you..."

boom!

Before Mu Guogong finished speaking, Mu Yunqing slashed the back of his head with a knife and passed out.

"What's going on?!" Mu Yunqing's eyes were filled with anger as he listened to his increasingly outrageous words. He turned around and asked the two little maids next to him.

The little maid hurriedly knelt down on the ground, crying but not daring to speak.

"Qingmei, tell me!"

Qingmei sighed softly and recounted what happened just now.

Originally, Qingmei had been watching Yizhen chanting sutras, and the two little maids were also feeding the comatose Duke Mu in an orderly manner.

There was nothing unusual at first.

After two sticks of incense, Yizhen suddenly collapsed.

Then, Mu Guogong opened his eyes. He grabbed maid Xiaocui's wrist and looked at her with eyes full of obscenity: "You touched me, and I want to touch you back, hehe..."

"what……"

The two little maids were startled by the scene in front of them. Xiaocui even shook off the caught wrist and hurriedly stepped aside.

Mu Guogong wanted to get up and catch her, but he felt weak all over.

Fortunately, Qingmei reacted in time and stepped forward to support him, otherwise Duke Mu would have fallen out of bed.

"My lord...are you awake?" Qingmei asked excitedly.

Mu Guogong stroked Qingmei's smooth little hands and said feebly that he was hungry.

Only then did Qingmei feel that the Duke in front of her was a bit hungry and wanted to eat everything in sight.

No one is spared.

Qingmei hurriedly asked Xiaocui to fill a new bowl of porridge, and she took the opportunity to escape from the clutches and ran out to report to Mu Yunqing.

Hearing this, Mu Yunqing's brows almost turned into pear blossoms.

She gritted her teeth and walked up to Yizhen and kicked him on the butt.

"Ow..."

Yizhen tightened his buttocks and reached back to grab Mu Yunqing's embroidered feet.

"Let me go, you stinky monk."

Yi Zhen rolled over reflexively, turned around and hugged Mu Yunqing's calf under her skirt.

"Why did you kick my ass?"

"What should I do if the chrysanthemum is broken..."

Mu Yunqing's legs were hugged and he couldn't pull them out even if he wanted to. He could only say bitterly: "Smelly monk, if you don't let me go, I will kill you."

Qingmei waved her hand and threw the dagger on the floor in front of Yizhen: "Smelly monk, you are seeking death! Let go of my lady!"

The dagger stuck on the floor fell right in front of Yizhen's eyelashes, and made a trembling "buzzing" sound. He turned his eyes in shock and fainted again.

Mu Yunqing took the opportunity to kick Yizhen's arm away.

Then she turned around and looked at the two unconscious people on her left and right. She was so angry that she was getting angry.

"Wake him up!"

Qingmei picked up the teapot on the table and poured it directly on Yizhen's face.

"Woo...bah..."

Yi Zhen squinted his eyes and felt a light yellow water column falling from the sky.

"Who...stop peeing."

Qingmei blushed in embarrassment and kicked him on the butt: "What are you talking about?"

"Ah... did you pee?" Yi Zhen wiped the tea off his face and smelled it, "It still smells good."

"I kill you!"

Qingmei picked up the dagger on the ground and was about to kill her, but Mu Yunqing stopped her in time: "First ask for the reason before killing."

Qingmei turned around angrily. She didn't want to see Yizhen now.

"Tell me! What did you do to my father?" Mu Yunqing glared at Yizhen and asked in a cold voice.

Yi Zhen shook the tea on his head and said with a confused look: "What can I do to your father? I'm not good at this."

Mu Yunqing felt a tightness in his chest: "Then why did my father wake up?"

"Are you awake? It's good to be awake. Bring me food quickly. I'm hungry." When Yi Zhen heard that Duke Mu had woken up, he immediately became excited. He couldn't ignore his own food now.

"You still want to eat?"

"Of course, I'm hungry."

Mu Yunqing strangled his neck and kept shaking him.

"The person you woke up doesn't know me at all. Did you recite the wrong sutra? Come back to my father!"

Yizhen had just recited "The Vajra Curse", and he had overused his brain and was confused. After being shaken by her like this, his brain became even more confused.

"No... stop shaking it, I feel dizzy."

Mu Yunqing was not willing to listen to him, and she shook even more violently.

"Quickly read it again, or I will strangle you to death!"

Yizhen felt uncomfortable being shaken by her, so he hugged her neck in anger and pulled hard.

The whole world is at peace.

Last time it was the cheeks, this time it was the mouth.

Mu Yunqing even forgot to blink.

Yi Zhen couldn't help but lick it, it was sweet, soft, and a little stringy.

It wasn't until he saw the overwhelming anger rising in Mu Yunqing's eyes that he reluctantly let her go.

"I'm...actually a little hungry."

"I am going to kill you!"

Yi Zhen could feel that Mu Yunqing was really murderous this time, and he hurriedly said: "Do you still want to save your father?"