When I Return With You [Entertainment]

At the beginning of Yuanyou period in Daliang, Jiuqing Mountain, Xuanzhu Temple.

On the steep mountain road, there was a blizzard and snow, the biting cold wind piercing the bones, and the whistling wind seemed to pierce into the bone marrow arrogantly, freezing every inch of the body.

On the winding path, a twelve or thirteen-year-old monk who was carefully carved out of ice and snow was struggling to climb up step by step. He dragged a huge sandbag by his ankles, and carried firewood taller than himself on his thin shoulders. .

The heavy load made his face flush abnormally, his ankles became red, swollen and bloodshot from being strangled, and the rough stubble of the hemp rope on his shoulders cut deeply into the tender flesh because of the heavy load.

Blood stains leaked from Yuebai's monk robe.

The extremely cold temperature coupled with the thin and pitiful clothes, coupled with the piercing pain at the wound.

Wuchen's teeth began to tremble, his whole body tensed up, his skin was bruised, he seemed to smell the smell of blood in his nostrils, and his thoughts began to gradually blur, as if his whole world was only left with the sound of numb rushing footsteps.

However, on that young but god-given face, there was an expression of calmness to the point of icy coldness, just like the blizzard raging in Jiuqing Mountain, it was as lifeless as it was.

Wuchen has stopped silently reading Buddhist principles in his heart every day. He is actually used to the daily tasks where his physical fitness is on the verge of limit, but today's weather is really unusual.

It was too cold for him to reach the temple on the top of the mountain.His senses and his remaining rationality told him so, but his body's actions did not slow down in the slightest.

He should go back to the temple.This is what he should do.This is his mission, his destiny.

Wuchen's thoughts can hardly control his body, but even his vague will is strong enough.

He climbed almost to the top step by step.

When he arrived at the temple, Wu Chen was able to untie the sandbag first and then put the firewood in an orderly manner. He was already groggy and unconscious, his face was getting more and more abnormally red, his shoulders and ankles There were traces of blood oozing everywhere, but that face was still tense with an indifferent expression, as if he was completely unscathed.

The few people in the courtyard of the temple were doing their own things, and the old abbot was reciting Buddhist scriptures in the front yard.

No one glanced at him, Wuchen's eyelashes trembled slightly, then he crouched down and remained still.

I just slowed down and went to fetch water, and I couldn't exert my strength.He told himself in a low voice, he had to complete every task satisfactorily, and now he was just a little tired, just take a rest.

"Hello?" A pleasant voice came, with a bit of warmth, "Wuchen?"

Wuchen raised his head, his expressionless face was flushed with heat, and it was not as cold as it used to be when he was thousands of miles away.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was wrapped in a snow-white crane velvet cloak, and the big fluffy collar made the exquisite face with a smile all the year round extraordinarily warm.

He knew who it was, and Wuchen sorted out his chaotic thoughts. This was the thirteenth prince Liang Qiao. The seven-kill fate approved by the abbot made this prince disgusted by the emperor as soon as he was born, and it was passed down as a joke in the capital. There are even rumors that this prince is on the line of life and death every day, but as a prince, he lives like a pig and a dog. He was inexplicably dispatched from the capital city to the suburban Jiuqing Mountain when he was nine years old. Pearl Temple.

He has some impressions of this person, but not deeply, he doesn't remember people.

He tensed his face and braced his body to stand up forcefully, and he still had to fetch water.

But when he got up, he swayed a little because he was exhausted, and the person opposite supported him.

"Hey, let me tell you..." The man seemed to want to criticize his attitude, but was taken aback by the scalding temperature in his hand, "Eh? You are stupid, you are still standing here blowing cold wind when you have a febrile disease?!"

Wuchen couldn't hear what Liang Qiao was saying, but he struggled reflexively, trying to break away from the heat source that shook his willpower.

Everyone in Daliang believed in Buddhism, and Wu Chen was told by an eminent monk that he was destined to belong to Buddhism at birth.

The people in the temple were cold and unpopular. The old abbot said that he had a very good fortune, and he was destined to be an eminent monk who could enter the Buddhist world.Therefore, he should endure what ordinary people can't bear, suffer what ordinary people can't, forge his body, cultivate his aspirations, understand the principles of Buddhism, and practice Zen to realize enlightenment.

What's more, he must cut off all emotions and desires. It's not that his emotions are invisible, but that he can't have emotions at all, and all the mortals should have nothing to do with him.

He must keep his heart and meditate for the rest of his life.And where the desire is suffering, the desire for warmth at this moment is his test.

Wuchen, who was reciting the Buddhist scriptures silently, didn't even give Liang Qiao the corner of his eye, and the people there finally couldn't help it.

"If it weren't for... I did the same thing back then, I'll let you die..." Complaining in a low voice, Liang Qiao finally knocked the cold monk unconscious with a knife in his hand, took off his velvet cloak and put it on the thinly dressed With Wuchen on his back, he carried the person on his back and went to his hut.

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When Wuchen was in a daze and was not fully awake, he felt that every inch of his skin was clamoring for warmth and comfort. This feeling was really like what those pilgrims described... the feeling of home.Home, is it like this?

He tried his best to open his eyelids, and in the not-so-bright light, a figure with downcast eyes serious about boiling medicine came into view.

He suddenly remembered the smile that Liang Qiao glanced at when he first appeared before he passed out.

The smile was vaguely hidden in the clouds, and it was clearly no different from the smile he saw on Liang Qiao's face before, but the smile that he had judged to be hypocritical at the first glance suddenly changed his thoughts at this moment. It was a mess.

Wu Chen shook his head, fully awake, his heart is the source of evil, his form is a hotbed of crime...he can't be shaken in any way.

Uncovering the thick quilt, Wu Chen found that his clothes had been replaced with white shirts, the blood-stained robes were gone, and the wounds on his shoulders and ankles had also been treated.

Somewhat at a loss, he raised his head and stared blankly at the person with his back turned away.

"...wake up?" Liang Qiao raised his eyebrows after turning around after the medicine was finished, his facial features hadn't opened yet, but he couldn't see the slightest trace of childishness, and he couldn't see anything in his pitch-black eyes. But the curvature of the lips was vaguely warm.

"I..." Wuchen wanted to say something, but just after the high fever subsided, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak, and it was no longer clear as before.

The chapped lips and pale face also completely made him lose the frozen sense of distance in the past.

Liang Qiao looked helplessly at the young monk who was still indifferent.

At a younger age than him, he can no longer see the freshness of youth at all. It is not so much the noble and alienated Buddhism that purifies all sentient beings, but the cold and dead air of suppressed human nature.

After blowing the soup to make it warmer and serving it to Wu Chen, Liang Qiao put the quilt back on the person, and he seemed to be able to do these gentle and considerate movements with ease.

Wuchen's face still didn't fluctuate at all, he had already forgotten how to make an expression, what the old abbot taught him since he was a child was to get rid of all human emotions from himself, cut off desires and desires, and then he could break through the world of mortals.

After drinking the bitter soup in one gulp, Liang Qiao sat on the side of the couch and spoke——

"Bitter?"

Wuchen raised his head, his eyes were bright and clear, just like his name, there was no trace of dust, so there was no trace of love.

He shook his head slowly, it's not bitter, after many years in Xuanzhu Temple, the sense of taste also needs to be discarded.

"Living like this, is it hard?" Liang Qiao asked again, he was like a person who was completely opposite to Wu Chen, always wearing a smiling mask, his eyes were dark and abyss, hiding extreme love and hate.

"The five aggregates are all empty. Only by eliminating delusions can one escape from all karmic obstacles..."

"Let me ask you, is it bitter?" Wuchen's Buddhist principles were interrupted, Liang Qiao still looked at him aggressively, not allowing him to escape in the slightest.

"You have a lot of old injuries, all of which are small bumps on the body, but they have worsened because the master didn't care... You haven't considered yourself as a human being, have you? Isn't this painful?" Liang Qiao bent down and looked straight at him , because they were too close, the thin pink lips opened and closed, and the hot air sprayed into his collar.

Wuchen shivered subconsciously from the heat, avoiding those eyes, is it bitter?Isn't it bitter?No one had ever asked him this way, everything he endured was justified, and everyone told him that there might be undisguised sourness and malice on those faces.

He will become an eminent monk in the future, so all this is his test now, and he can't have any complaints.The old abbot told him so.

Just as he was about to shake his head, he was forced to look up.

"Isn't it really bitter? Living so coldly, you are forced to withdraw all emotions, and you can't even smile. You are the only one in your world, so you don't feel terrible loneliness?"

Lonely?Dustless looked at him blankly.

"In other words, you see the children chasing and playing together at the foot of the mountain, and you hear the heartfelt laughter. When the pilgrims who came to worship Buddha prayed for the safety and joy of their families, would you envy them? "

Wuchen was slightly taken aback, would he be envious?

...He didn't know that he was the only cold person in his world, and the Buddhist scriptures told him not to be greedy for anything, so he always avoided it, and he had to avoid it.

It's just... His eyes dimmed quickly.

"Why... are you telling me this?"

Liang Qiao was stopped by his rhetorical question, and bowed his head in thought for a while.

"Why..." His smile deepened suddenly, the handsome young man's long and narrow peach blossom eyes curved, reminding Wu Chen of the red plum tree that he often went to see when he was a child, with a charming and dazzling charm.

But he didn't go there anymore when he grew up... The abbot said that it is a sin to be greedy for any beauty.

But the boy's laughter continued, "Probably... I think you are lonely."

"It's obviously the opposite fate...but it's the same loneliness..."

His eyes seemed to be filled with shattered rays of sunshine, not scorching, but calmly seductive.

"So... I want to warm you..." Liang Qiao seemed to feel that he was joking, and his smile deepened, "It's really ridiculous, people like me have such thoughts..."

"Well, maybe it's because I want you to warm me too...I'm shameless..." The crooked smile on her face is more captivating than the red plum in the snow at this moment.

"I remember the first time I met, I thought we might be the same kind of person...so I really wanted to be friends with you at that time."

"Now I want to ask again, do you want to be friends?"

"You see that your life is so boring. We are friends. I can chat with you, and I can also bandage your wounds and make medicine for your wounds. Well, I can also laugh at you anytime! Those girls at the bottom of the mountain really like me. This set." The fine sunlight in those eyes moved people's hearts even more.

To covet beauty of any kind is sin.

The desire for beauty is the beginning of evil.

"……Um."

Really... a person who is too warm, and a calamity that is too cruel.

The author has something to say: all the historical related is empty, it is all stupid author talking nonsense in a serious way, just QAQ, and then, lie flat and let it go :D