Monk, this child is yours

In the dead of night, Wu Jian who had been sitting quietly in front of Ye Qingshuang's door suddenly opened his eyes, and Yan Huayan also pushed the door open.

The two looked at each other, then glanced around, Yan Huayan pointed to Ye Qingshuang's room, and said silently: "Protect Young Master, I'll go and have a look."

Wu Jian lowered his eyes, then raised his head again, "I'm afraid Benefactor Yan won't be able to deal with it, so I'll go."

Yan Huayan stared at Wu Jian's calm eyes for a while, then looked away, and said with concern: "Then please be careful, Master."

Wu Jian nodded peacefully, and his figure flashed out of the gate of Jinghua Temple. A tall man stood in front of the gate. The man's back was facing him, and the night wind blew the long hair on the man's back.

Wu Jian approached the man with slow steps, the man turned his head, the brilliance of the moonlight fell on the man's handsome face, making Wu Jian a little dazed, Wu Jian could clearly distinguish the similarity between the man and his appearance through the black veil, So he knew who the man standing in front of him was.

And the man came to Jinghua Temple alone because he knew Wujian's identity. He carefully inquired about the news outside Jinghua Temple for a few days, and connected it with the news about his son he got earlier. Looking at Wujian's figure, he can definitely It was confirmed that the person in front of him was his son.

"Master Wujian..." The man smiled and called Wujian, and said again: "Master, do you know who I am?"

Wu Jian nodded gently, "The person the benefactor is looking for is a poor monk and not a poor monk."

The man nodded knowingly, expressing his understanding, and he didn't care about the gentle and gentle attitude, "Since the master said so, it is as the master said, I wonder if the master can follow me to the house?"

Wujian was silent and did not answer.

Seeing that Wu Jian didn't speak, the man said something that Wu Jian hadn't thought of, "Nowadays, there are not many people doubting where the food given by the master comes from. As the people pass it down, they will come to explore this food. There will be more and more people. Therefore, master, it is safer for you to live in my house, and I can also protect the master to donate and grow this kind of food."

Wu Jian thought for a while, then nodded, and said, "Then please trouble the benefactor."

Hearing what Wujian said, the man showed his white and neat teeth, smiled brightly, and flicked his sleeves lightly, the gauze cap on Wujian's head was blown up by the wind and fell on the ground beside him.

The two looked at each other and looked at each other like this, "Master, tomorrow I will send someone to pick up the master and the others. Master, don't worry too much about my identity. Although I am your father, but now you have lost your memory, I I don't force you to recognize each other, but..."

Han Jin paused for a moment, wanted to say something, but didn't say it, so he changed the subject, "Now the country of Jing is in need of grain seeds from Master..."

Before Han Jin finished speaking, he disappeared in front of Wu Jian.

Wu Jian stared at the quiet moonlight for a while, then turned around and entered Jinghua Temple.

As soon as Wu Jian walked into the dark courtyard, Yan Huayan stood up from the steps and asked Wu Jian, "Master, who is outside Jinghua Temple?"

"General Beiguan." Wu Jian only said four words, but Yan Huayan was a little curious. Since he was General Beiguan, why did Wu Jian speak so calmly? He was also curious about what happened when the father and son met.

Although Yan Huayan was curious, she didn't ask, but nodded to express her understanding.

"Tomorrow, the general will bring people over, and we should go back to live in the general's mansion."

Wu Jian didn't explain why he was going to live in the general's mansion, and after he finished speaking, he sat down on the Zen cushion and recited Buddhist scriptures silently.

Yan Huayan looked away from Wu Jian's body a little bored, staring at the clear moonlight.