Zheng Xiao Mistake: The Mistake of Rebirth Provoked the Cold Master

Zhu Zheng stood up in a daze. Before she could say anything, a string of words rained down on her head.

"Poor little Zheng'er, you must have suffered a lot for such a small body! This kid hasn't been back for a few years. That day, he suddenly appeared at the gate of the temple, covered in dust, with torn clothes and missing shoes... I saw that his eyes were red and covered in blood. I was scared to death and asked him what happened. He looked dazed and didn't say anything. He just held the half broken arrow tightly in his hand..."

As he was speaking, Rong Yan cleared his throat.

"Uncle Master, stop talking."

“Okay, okay.” The old Taoist priest, who was called Master Uncle, made an exaggerated gesture to silence him. “No more words. If I continue, Cheng Yi will lose face.”

Zhu Zheng, who was already confused, became even more bewildered. Is this the Grand Tutor's uncle?

And "Cheng Yi"? Are you calling me "sir"?

The old Taoist priest saw the confusion on Zhu Zheng's face, and his kind smile turned into one of heartache.

"Could it be that Cheng Yi has never mentioned me?"

Zhu Zheng paused, "He..."

After all, adults are not the kind of people who like to chat...

"The abbot of Yutian Temple, his Taoist name is Chonghongzi." Rong Yan briefly introduced him and motioned for everyone to disperse. "Okay, let's go in and talk."

"Okay, come in."

Yutian Temple is spacious and quiet. On both sides of the main hall are the east and west side halls, with a staggered layout. Both sides of the main path are planted with slender black bamboos. From time to time, the sound of bells can be heard from the distance. It is peaceful and quiet, as if you have stepped into another world.

Chong Hongzi ordered everyone to prepare a vegetarian meal to welcome them, and led the two of them into the main hall. He talked with a smile on his face all the way, mostly talking about Rong Yan.

Of course, Rong Yan in his mouth has always been called "Cheng Yi".

The sky was high and vast at the top of the mountain. It happened to be evening and the sky was filled with sunset clouds. The hall was dyed warm by the afterglow, and the three people were coated with a layer of orange-red light.

"I told Chengyi that I would take you up the mountain as soon as you could walk. After many days and nights of anticipation, Xiao Zheng'er finally came." Chong Hongzi pulled Zhu Zheng to sit down. "The road to Chengxu Mountain is steep. Xiao Zheng'er must be exhausted after climbing up. I have prepared a room for you. Go and have a rest later."

Zhu Zheng smiled and nodded, glancing at Rong Yan sheepishly.

She slept on his back all the way, which was actually not very hard.

The one who was really working hard was standing against the palace door, the twilight making his outline as bright as broken gold, looking calm and composed.

Chong Hongzi followed Zhu Zheng's gaze and looked at Rong Yan.

"This brat hasn't said a word yet. He's not as likable as he was when he was a kid."

This was the first time someone mentioned Rong Yan's past, and Zhu Zheng couldn't help but be curious.

"What were adults like when they were children?" she asked softly.

Chong Hongzi's beard and eyebrows were wrinkled together, and he looked at me with a puzzled look.

"That's it..." Zhu Zheng hesitated, and had to change the subject, "Cheng Yi."

"Chengyi," Chong Hongzi finally opened his mouth and beamed with joy, "She was so pretty when she was little, with round eyes and a round head, and two sky-high buns on her little head, like a little jade doll."

The Grand Tutor with two buns on his head and who looks like a little jade doll?

Zhu Zheng imagined it in her mind and looked at Rong Yan with horror. Coincidentally, he was also looking at her, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

When Master Chong Hong talked about the past, his face was full of nostalgia, and he was still happy. "When he just learned to speak, his articulation was unclear, and he called me Uncle Chong Chong every day. I corrected him word by word, and it took a long time for him to change."

Rong Yan's face looked even more helpless, and he finally couldn't help but speak out.

"Uncle Master."

"You don't want me to say it again, right?" Chong Hongzi complained to Zhu Zheng, "Look, if I had known, he would definitely not recognize me when he grows up."

Zhu Zheng's eyes were also full of smiles. The Rong Yan described by Master Chonghong was strange and fresh, totally different from the one she knew, which made her feel very interesting.

"After all, we are getting estranged after we got down the mountain." Chong Hongzi continued, "He used to follow me around every day and even insisted on sleeping with me at night. But now he doesn't sleep well. He has to hold something to fall asleep. His arms and legs entangle people like a giant python."

Zhu Zheng was amused by Chong Hongzi's description and nodded with empathy, "It's indeed not very good."

Chong Hongzi, who had been talking non-stop, suddenly fell silent, and the hall became quiet for a moment.

Zhu Zheng's smile also froze on her face.

She realized belatedly what she had said, a flush of heat on her face, and she winked at Rong Yan as if asking for help.

Rong Yan caught Zhu Zheng's gaze with a serious look.

"I'll pay attention in the future."

"..."

I'm not asking you to agree...

Zhu Zheng closed his eyes and turned to Master Chong Hong with a stiff expression, "Um..."

"Ah, I suddenly remembered that there is still fire on the medicine. I have to go and check it out..." Chong Hongzi stood up suddenly and walked out of the hall in a hurry. When he passed by Rong Yan, he grabbed his clothes.

"Chengyi, come here too!"

After the two left, Zhu Zheng was the only one left in the huge hall.

She still hadn't quite recovered. She had lived in an isolated mountain villa for too long, facing the taciturn Rong Yan every day. Suddenly, she felt a little uncomfortable seeing so many people and hearing so many words.

After sitting for a while, two heads popped up from the left and right of the temple door. They were two young Taoist priests with young faces, and they looked inside curiously.

"Miss Zheng." The one on the left called out first, jumping into the hall, "Master asked us to take you to the side room to rest first."

Zhu Zheng stood up and said, "Excuse me, two young masters."

"My name is Jiying." The shorter one introduced himself.

Another person, who was slightly taller, was still standing behind the palace gate and had not come in.

"His name is Li Shu." Ji Ying pointed at the man outside, "Junior brother doesn't like to talk, please bear with me, Miss Zheng."

Zhu Zheng smiled and nodded.

Li Shu looked at Zhu Zheng coldly and suddenly said, "Women are not welcome."

Ji Ying's face changed, and she ran back to Li Shu with a few big steps and punched him, "I told you we are not so pedantic, she was brought back by Senior Brother..."

Zhu Zheng was too far away and couldn’t hear what was said later.

After the two of them finished their whisper, Li Shu, who had been punched, glanced at Zhu Zheng again.

Zhu Zheng smiled friendly.

Li Shu also tried hard to squeeze his facial features, revealing a stiff and distorted smile.

Zhu Zheng was frightened.

"Don't be afraid, Miss Zheng. Junior Brother is not a bad person, he just has a strange temper." Ji Ying scratched his head, looking apologetic, "Please come with us."