When I Return With You [Entertainment]

When the old abbot learned that he and Liang Qiao had started to get close, he just stared at him silently for a long time, his eyes were difficult to distinguish.

In the end, he sighed, "Forget it, if you have never had love, how about forgetting love, I just hope you can get rid of the dirt and keep it bright."

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Liang Qiao is really a rascal and familiar person.

This is the deepest impression I have had with Liang Qiao for a long time.Wuchen refilled the two cups of tea on the stone table beside him. After more than two years of precipitation, the face that had bloomed more and more became more noble and pure, but what followed was more and more indifference and indifference. .

A cold glance at the end of the eyes has the power to freeze even the bones.

However, Liang Qiao never cared.

Wuchen seemed to be concentrating on reciting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, but his thoughts were a little wandering.

For a long time, he often recited the Buddhist scriptures sincerely with his eyebrows lowered, while Liang Qiao talked about some interesting things about going down the mountain indifferently.

Sometimes it's probably because of bad taste, I want to see him blush, and he will tell some dirty/jokes I don't know what I heard from the mountain.

Of course, Liang Qiao never succeeded.

Wuchen usually doesn't even tremble a little eyelashes, just doing his own thing with a deadpan expression.

Very boring, Wuchen didn't feel any ups and downs because of it.

But it doesn't mean that he doesn't like it, on the contrary, sometimes listening to Liang Qiao talking non-stop to make him happy, Wuchen seems to have got something that makes him more peaceful than worshiping Buddha.

only--

Liang Qiao, as the dignified thirteenth prince, was thrown into a temple in the suburbs of Beijing to salute, and there was no hope of recalling him, everyone above the temple never took him seriously.However, what is hidden in Liang Qiao's dark eyes is clearly a shocking ambition. He is born with a three-point smile, long-sleeved and good at dancing, and has a slick face. As an abandoned son, he gradually possessed a side of power.

Wuchen knew from the very beginning that such peace could not last long.

Liang Qiao had never been honest in the temple, but a young man almost pulled out all the eyes and ears of his good father, leaving only a few to confuse the public and convey what he wanted to be conveyed.

And Liang Qiao himself ran around every day, but whenever he was tired or didn't know what to do next, he would come to Wuchen.

Sometimes they would play chess with Wuchen, two chess masters would come and go, fighting mercilessly.Many times, Liang Qiao had already figured out how to take the next step at this moment.

Sometimes, Liang Qiao would not say anything, but would just stay in the bamboo forest in the back mountain where he was practicing martial arts or worshiping the Buddha.

Liang Qiao would always bring his favorite guqin to Fushuang, sit cross-legged in a chic and unrestrained way, move his fingers slightly, and then the exquisite and unsurpassed sound of the piano would slowly flow out, echoing in this bamboo forest.

Wuchen often stands not far away with his back straight, and he knows that this person must be tired, or tired of such scrambles.

This person always says that what he wears in front of everyone is actually a mask, and he doesn't know what he looks like.

But no.

Wuchen looked intently at the person playing the piano with downcast eyes. The black hair under the snow-white hairband covered his eyebrows and eyes. His tightly pursed lips were exhausted, but his expression showed firmness. Playing the sounds of nature.

The beauty is almost suffocating.

He knew that this man's ambition was for revenge, but it was not only for revenge. Today's world is full of great achievements and levies and miscellaneous taxes. Although it is not a troubled time, the people are still struggling to live. However, the prince who was established early and was favored by the emperor is an incompetent mediocrity, indecisive , Partial listening, partial belief, a living template of a foolish king.

The other princes were also suppressed by the queen to be cowardly and fearful. Looking at all the princes, the only one who can provoke the leader and have the ability to create a peaceful and prosperous world is this abandoned son Liang Qiao who was approved as the seven-kill fate.

Wu Chen had seen this man with blood on his hands with a cold expression, and he had also seen this man coaxing a lost child of a pilgrim in the temple with warm eyes.

He has seen this person's most lazy and casual sincere smile, and he has also seen this person's serene expression, his earnest desire to let go of himself.

He knew how much this person was afraid of being alone, how much he didn't want his eyes to be clouded.

He likes to see this person curl his lips and tease him with a smile on his brows, he also likes to see this person smile lightly and make shocking sounds, and he even likes to see this person playing rogue after losing chess with him willful appearance.

He felt that this was the Liang Qiao he had seen.

The person who made him lust.

His doom, his karma.

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Wuchen never thought that one day, he would have delusional thoughts about a person.

However, things are unpredictable.

When he strengthened his Zen mind every day, Wu Chen knew that he cared too much for Liang Qiao, and his heart belonged to Buddhism, so he couldn't have any greed.

But Liang Qiao will eventually leave Xuanzhu Temple, will eventually...leave him, just like the red plum tree that he used to stop at, he will give up one day, and then explore it.

Wuchen never doubted this, so he let himself be at ease, and let Liang Qiao occupy the deepest part of his heart with great fanfare and arrogance.

So as it should be, the trajectory is deviated.

It was another storytelling session, and Wu Chen was dragged into Liang Qiao's hut to listen to his jokes.

Liang Qiao started talking about nasty jokes without giving up, but for some reason, he accidentally mixed in a nasty joke from Nanfeng Pavilion.

By the time he realizes that something is wrong, the dirty/joke is almost finished.

The person who lowered his eyebrows and chanted the scriptures had already read two lines of Buddhist scriptures by mistake, but Liang Qiao, who knew nothing about Buddhist scriptures, naturally didn't know.

After Liang Qiao realized what he was talking about, he stopped suddenly.

Although that room was still reciting Buddhist scriptures, it still couldn't stop the weird atmosphere in the dormitory.

"Ah...haha... so there are people like this?" Liang Qiao couldn't bear this kind of atmosphere the most, and couldn't help breaking the embarrassment and opening the mouth.

Soon he adjusted his state and stopped talking about any dirty jokes, but started to tell a few funny things that he thought were very funny.

The dormitory returned to its original calm.

This was a trivial matter that Liang Qiao had forgotten in an instant, but it completely broke Wu Chen's peaceful Zen mind.

Wuchen couldn't remember exactly what he dreamed about that night.

In the few scattered clips, there are Liang Qiao's thin lips that open and close in pale pink, and the sparkling water in those deliberately provocative eyes, the end of the eyes are full of spring/color, lustful. The language also said.

The moment he woke up early, Wuchen knew that he, who had always been regarded as a child of Buddhism who had no desires and desires, had broken the precept of lust among the five major precepts.

Ever since I couldn't resist yearning for that person's warmth in that snowy day, my Zen heart began to crack and was completely shattered.

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He began to avoid Liang Qiao intentionally or unintentionally, but at that time Liang Qiao was planning to return to Beijing and deployed at the end of the moment, he was so busy that he didn't touch the ground, so he didn't notice Wu Chen's deliberate alienation at all.

Because of breaking the precept, Wuchen voluntarily knelt before the Buddha to repent. He also asked the abbot to add three more ring scars for him.

The scars are as painful as branding, and the monks in Xuanzhu Temple use the scars to express their enthusiasm for entering Buddhism.Many monks even ordered nine ring scars to show their sincerity.

Wuchen was still young when he touched the ring scars, the abbot was afraid that he would not be able to bear it, so he ordered six. He still had the memory of the inhuman pain.

Now he needs to wake himself up, and needs extreme pain to wake himself up, so he ordered three more.

Clearly feeling the pain of suffocation in the chest and cracking of the brain coming from the scalp closest to the pain sensor, but he can only kneel in front of the Buddha in the most upright posture.

His hands trembled in pain, but he still forced himself to knock on the wooden fish, and his pale lips kept chanting Buddhist prayers.

Wuchen's face is indifferent, but it reveals the helplessness of licking the wound.Buddha, the Buddha who claims to save all living beings, at this time, can you save me?

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In the end, when Wu Chen was dragged up by the old abbot, his legs were almost crippled by kneeling. If he hadn't had the time to get close to him, his body would have been healthy, and his legs would have been crippled by kneeling to that extent.

When Liang Qiao returned to Xuanzhu Temple again, what he saw was nothingness in his eyes, and he was lying on the bed resting without dust.

"How did you do this?" Liang Qiao frowned, his face was ugly, "Are you not treating yourself as a human again?"

"No." Wuchen interrupted him, and stared at him firmly, his eyes were different from usual, even with some urgency.

"Liang Qiao..." This was the first time he seriously called this person's name, but his voice, which was as clear as jade, evoked a different feeling, as if it had been twisted thousands of times between his lips and teeth.

"You might give up?"

If I give up fighting for the throne, I will also give up being a high-spirited monk, so I can just spend my whole life like this, is that okay?

The second half of the sentence in his mouth was something he would never say, and Wuchen could only use his expressionless face to look at the person in front of him almost devoutly, as if looking at his own belief.

Liang Qiao realized almost instantly that Wu Chen was talking about giving up, he was stunned for a while, then shook his head.

"Impossible." He still had a three-point smile on his lips, but there was no hint of a smile in his voice, "This is the end, no matter what, I can't give up."

"...Really?" The calm voice concealed all the churning thoughts in his heart.

"Well... there is no way to escape, I have to go to that position, not only to get revenge on that filthy court," Liang Qiao said seriously, "I also want to protect this piece of laughter, and I also want...to protect this place A peaceful Jiuqing Mountain."

"I can defeat my parents... but I don't want to mess up the world. I don't believe in the seven-kill fate that the old monk approved. I want to change my life against the sky."

There is agitated ambition in his eyes, and casual nobility in his gestures. This should be a figure who has reached the top.

"...you will succeed." Wuchen looked at him carefully, his cleanly shaved nails were sunk into his palms, and the blood soaked in the sheets along the winding and intricate palm lines. Here, it becomes a secret that no one knows.

You will succeed in becoming emperor, and I should let go of all my attachment to you in this wooden fish bell.

You are such a cruel doom.

To cut it off, I can only be pulled out of my flesh and blood bit by bit, and swallow this bloody heartache alone.

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When Liang Qiao came to say goodbye, he knew that this day would come.

"That's okay..." He was said to be cold and cold from birth, but he said a long sentence for the first time, "From now on, if you convert to your powerful court and I convert to my Buddhist belief, then... it will be irrelevant..."

So...it doesn't matter anymore...how hard he turned around and uttered these six words, the pain he felt in his chest was so severe.

I never imagined that I, who is obviously detached from all emotions, would have such intense feelings one day.

He wanted to turn around and hug that person tightly, to kiss his warm eyebrows, to... break the precept for him for real.

But it's impossible...

My heart was scorched by a raging fire, slaughtered by a sharp knife, and a ferocious beast roared angrily, desperately, and desperately.

However, the back of Yuebai who left didn't lose his composure in the slightest, his gait was steady and his posture was tall and straight, his expression was still cold and indifferent, as high as a Buddha who had cut off all emotions and desires.

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When he learned of the "Linchuan Change", Wuchen was worshiping the Buddha.

At that time, Wuchen, who was very good at dialectical Buddhism, was already very famous because of his study of Zen and Dharma. Although he was young, he was handsome and beautiful, and he had the comment that he was born with the wisdom of the Buddha. The pilgrims who came to Wuchen can be said There is an endless stream.

Since Wuchen decided to cut off that period of calamity, he never cared about the world, but almost everyone knew about the "Linchuan Incident".

That day, he was slowly knocking on the wooden fish and chanting Buddhist prayers.

The penetrating eyes at the lower part were more and more tainted with the Buddha's compassion and ruthlessness.

But when the pilgrim accidentally talked about the death of Ying Wang Liangqiao, the very rhythmic beating stopped suddenly.

The piece of wooden fish was shattered by the sudden blow.

The eminent monk in cassock couldn't control his strength, and the sentence to Buddha was broken on his lips.

The old abbot walked in unhurriedly and replaced the broken wooden fish.

"There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, death, parting from love, long-lasting grievances, not being able to ask, not letting go." The old abbot sighed and received Wuchen's prayer.

"Pilgrims, let's leave first." The respected old abbot spoke, and the pilgrims naturally obeyed.

The old abbot arranged the incense and solemnly bowed to fulfill his wish.

Wu Chen, who was still kneeling there blankly, was full of disbelief.

how come?Liang Qiao... how come?

He is the one who wants to ascend to that position, isn't he going to change his fate against the sky?Didn't he want to protect the world and protect this Jiuqing Mountain?

How could it be possible to die in such a ridiculous way? !

Then what is he dormant planning for so many years?What are his weariness and determination?What is the longing for freedom that he gave up in the depths of his eyebrows?

My own abandonment... what is it?

What are you kidding?How could that shrewd scoundrel be plotted against by a woman, even if that woman was his mother and concubine? It's so useless and ridiculous.

Wu Chen's eyes were red, and the dense bloodshot eyes made those eyes extraordinarily frightening. His slender, jade-like five fingers were propped on the cold stone slab, as if they were about to collapse uncontrollably.

The old abbot watched this most Buddhist disciple lose his composure without sadness or joy, and he just knelt quietly on the futon.

"Love is parted, resentment is reunion, and nothing is good, but it is full of empty eyes, an illusion." The old abbot tapped the wooden fish very rhythmically with his nearly withered hands.

"Wuchen, you may be enlightened?"

Wu Chen turned his eyes to look at the old abbot who was rumored to have the deepest Taoism, his eyes were full of tragic grief.

He slowly lowered his head, "Disciple...unknown."

The old abbot's tapping stopped.

The surroundings became extremely quiet in an instant.

The old abbot, who was twisting the Buddhist beads, couldn't distinguish his expression, "Idiot, no matter what, you will always understand."

"I don't know," Wu Chen got up, "I don't want to know."

"Buddha's five aggregates are all empty, but this disciple can't break through." Wuchen raised his eyes, his eyes were full of love and hatred, "He is what my heart desires, I am willing to know love and hatred for him, understand greed and hatred, and suffer from the fire of karma The pain of the body is like sweetness."

"Abbot, my disciple has delusional thoughts, and the delusional thoughts are deep... There is no way for the Buddha to save him." He made every word decisively and powerfully.

"Your fate is not a lie, your understanding and wisdom are rare in a thousand years..." The abbot raised his head, "If you practice hard in this life, you will be able to enter the Buddha's world and see your destiny. With good luck, it will last for more than seven lifetimes."

This is an extreme desire that is enough to make any Buddhist believer uneasy.

Wuchen's eyes were still bloodshot, and he turned his head and knelt before the Buddha devoutly.

"The disciple is willing to go against the sky and change his fate..."

【"I can defeat my parents...but I don't want to mess up the world. I don't believe in the seven-kill fate that the old monk approved. I want to change my fate against the sky."】

What you want to do, please leave it to me.

"I would like to abandon into the Buddha's realm, disperse the cause and effect, add all karma to my body, and exchange it for a chance of survival, only to cultivate the next life." He lowered his red eyes, and finally something rolled down from the end of his eyes uncontrollably.

Drops of water flowed across his lips along his icy cheeks, and Wu Chen, who had already lost his sense of taste, tasted a bitter taste.

Tears... Is this what it smells like?

Wuchen curled his lips stiffly and clumsily like the arc that person often draws, it was a hasty, painful smile.

Liang Qiao...you see, I can cry...and laugh too.

... Let's take a look, okay?

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[At that time, the monk Wuchen killed the emperor with poison, and all of them were captured in a cauldron, and punished by being cracked by a chariot.At this point, Emperor Ai of Liang collapsed, and troubled times began.

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The author has something to say: the first two chapters explain what happened in the previous life, from the perspective of Gong (yes, I love monk Gong w), and after rebirth, it is mainly from the perspective of Shou, this article he.

The following is the small ending of the first two chapters, which can be read as a short story of ancient drama, although bew.

Epilogue·Liang Qiao

At the moment when his heart was pierced by random arrows, Liang Qiao was wearing a black satin robe with red pattern and cloud sleeves that Jiang sewed for him. The man with bright complexion, handsome eyebrows and affectionate eyes should be a gentleman like jade, and Lang Yan is unique. good looking.

He also confirmed his precise deployment the day before, and he was sure that nothing would go wrong, that incompetent useless prince was about to go to hell with his cold-blooded and fatuous father.

He vaguely remembered Jiang Shi's timid yet gentle smile this morning, those trembling and cautious hands, and the new clothes he handed over... He covered the blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly laughed violently.

Jiang's...

Jiang's...

Impossible Jiang Shi! ! !

Liang Qiao clearly felt that his consciousness was slackening, arrows pierced his heart, and he couldn't live anymore.

Jiang's disgusting face when he was still the prince briefly appeared in his mind. Because of giving birth to the son of Seven Killings, Jiang suddenly fell out of favor and shed tears all day long. It is worse than pigs and dogs, and the situation that everyone can be bullied turns a deaf ear to it.

He knew that he didn't care, and he worked so hard to climb from the humble abandoned son to the position of the prince step by step.

He doesn't care for this cheap and late mother's love who doesn't know how many years.It’s just that the act of carefully handing over the new clothes this morning reminded him suddenly of a person, as if one day, a person who always liked to wear moon-white monk’s robes also handed him a shirt he had mended himself. It's just a sullen face, without that feigned tenderness.

"...Wuchen..." The moment he fell to the ground, Liang Qiao raised his hand to cover his eyes.

【"Hey, little novice, you are so beautiful! What's your name?" The nine-year-old little prince named Jing Yang Shiwei who was expelled to Xuanzhu Temple was still cynical with a smile.

"Dharma Name Wuchen." The child's voice, like pearls and jade, was without any emotional ups and downs.

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"Wu Chen, you lost. The one who agreed to lose will kiss the other party." The dignified prince regretted playing the game, and kept rubbing the last black chess piece with his thin white fingertips. With a triumphant smile, and sparkling peach blossom eyes, she is very romantic.

The monk sitting opposite looked indifferent and showed no sign of any difference.

The scene was deadlocked for a few seconds.

"Hey... okay, okay," the prince was the first to lose the battle, "really, you can't joke at all, Wuchen, you are so boring..." He kept muttering unhappily.

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"Wu Chen, I... I'm going back to my fief." The young man who had been enshrined as King Ying at the beginning put away his unrestrained mask and wrapped it in a thick cloak, with a desolate and indifferent expression.

The monk on the opposite side who was still wearing a thin monk's robe looked coldly, but looked straight at him.

for a long time.

"Alright..." The monk was born with apathetic indifference, and never talked much, but he said a long sentence for the first time, "From now on, you convert to your powerful court, and I convert to my Buddhist belief, then... it's irrelevant... ..."

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"It's...it doesn't matter anymore"

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——"Maybe you give up?" The man's murmured question suddenly sounded in his ears, so depressing and hoarse, as if countless deep feelings were about to burst out uncontrollably.

"...Wuchen...I...give up now..." The blood-stained black robe fluttered, Liang Qiao took away his hands covering his eyes, the blood stained hands were clearly water-stained, and the blood color was on the pale face It spread across his face, but he seemed to have seen something, and he smiled helplessly, "...Are you still waiting for me?"

The wind blowing from the edge of Linchuan Lake suddenly became stronger.

Whimpering, as if crying.