Monk, this child is yours

Ye Qingshuang and Yan Huayan walked up the rugged mountain road, and Ye Qingshuang's feet hurt after walking for a while.

The original body hardly goes out in Hualou, and usually does not do any physical training. Of course, he will be tired after walking for a long time. On the other hand, Yan Huayan, who walks beside him, walks like flying, with a calm face, Ye Qingshuang is very jealous. He should have known that he would be tired. Got the carriage.

Sensing Ye Qingshuang's gaze, Yan Huayan asked with concern, "Your Master, are you tired? Do you need a rest?"

"It's okay, it should be here soon, right?"

"Well, it's almost halfway there." Yan Huayan looked up at the top of the mountain.

There is still half of the journey, Ye Qingshuang is very tired, "The flower feast is so good, why don't you take me there?"

Ye Qingshuang looked at Yan Huayan with bright eyes, Yan Huayan was a little speechless, "I can take you up there, but you can better understand the meaning of praying if you go up in person."

"..." Well, he forgot the purpose of this trip.

The two continued to walk up the mountain, surrounded by verdant trees and a midsummer scene.

Ye Qingshuang wiped the sweat from her forehead from time to time, rested for a while before continuing to walk up.

When they climbed the stone ladder and walked to the gate of Hanran Temple, Ye Qingshuang deeply realized the concept of not burning incense. The three characters "Hanran Temple" were written on the crumbling plaque, and there was no blessing in the open door. There are only a few burning incense sticks in a huge incense burner in the yard.

The Buddhist hall can be seen through the courtyard, and a three-meter-high Buddha comes into view. In front of the Buddha, there is an altar with a small incense burner. There is no tribute. There is a wooden box in front of the table for incense money.

Hanran Temple does not feel majestic and majestic like other temples, but has a kind of silence and bleakness.

Ye Qingshuang let out a long breath, Yan Huayan stood outside the door and said, "Young Master, it's time to go in."

"Yeah." Ye Qinshuang took a step across the threshold, then turned around again, "won't you go in for the flower banquet?"

Yan Huayan shook her head, "It's inconvenient for me to go in." The Buddhism is an important place, there is nothing to do, and ordinary people will not go in.

Ye Qingshuang saw that Yan Huayan didn't go in, so she walked around the big incense burner slowly, walked to the main hall of the Buddhist hall, raised her eyes to look at the golden Buddha statue, then hurriedly lowered her head to express her piety.

He looked around carefully and found that there were no monks in the Buddhist hall, so he thought about praying first.

Ye Qingshuang clasped her hands together and closed her eyes, meditating devoutly in her heart to keep the baby in her belly safe. When she opened her eyes, she was startled by the old monk standing in front of her.

The old monk smiled kindly, and he didn't know when he stood in front of Ye Qingshuang.

Ye Qingshuang immediately bowed to greet the old monk, "Master, hello."

The old monk nodded benevolently and asked, "Why are you praying for blessings, my lord?"

"..." Ye Qingshuang was a little embarrassed, hesitating and saying nothing but praying for the child in her belly.

The old monk was considerate and said: "Young master, do you want to offer incense?"

"Yes." Ye Qingshuang nodded, took out ten silver balls from her sleeve and put them into the wooden box, "Master, I want to offer incense."

Knowing this, the old monk took out three sticks of incense from the side hall, handed them to Ye Qingshuang, and bestowed them with auspicious words, "May the son and mother be safe."

Mother and child are safe?Ye Qingshuang glanced sideways at the old monk, always felt that the old monk was very mysterious, he never said to pray for the child, the monk seemed to know it.

Ye Qingshuang took the three sticks of incense from the old monk, went to the censer and lit the incense with a nearby candle, held the incense with both hands, bowed to the Buddha statue three times, and kept silently praying in her heart to keep the child safe.

After praying three times, he inserted the incense into the incense burner, stepped back, knelt down in front of the Zen mat, and kowtowed three times.

The modern Ye Qingshuang has never bowed so grandly before going to the grave, and her heart is very quiet, as if as long as she kneels so hard, all her prayers will come true.

After the three prostrations, the old monk walked up to Ye Qingshuang and called out "Wu Jian" to the back of the hall, and footsteps came from the back hall.

Ye Qingshuang looked up, and saw a tall monk wearing a gray robe, holding a red string in both hands, walking slowly with his head down.

Ye Qingshuang couldn't see the monk's appearance clearly, so he couldn't help but looked carefully until the man approached and raised his head to look at Ye Qingshuang.

Ye Qingshuang looked straight at that person, familiar face, familiar lips, familiar eyes, everything was familiar, but the familiar hair and the familiar warmth were gone, his heart was agitated, and he opened his mouth to call out The other side said.

The other party stretched out the red rope in his hand in front of him, "Benefactor, please raise your hands."

"..." Ye Qingshuang stared blankly at that person as if looking at him like a stranger, feeling a pang in her heart, not sure if it was for her original body or herself.

That person's beautiful eyebrows soared upwards, high nose bridge, thin lips, as handsome as in memory, such a handsome monk, but he was not the familiar person in Yuanshen's memory.

"Benefactor, please raise your hands." The man called Ye Qingshuang again.

Only then did Ye Qingshuang hide the feeling of loss in her heart, she loosened her frowning brows, and raised her hands stiffly.

The man gently placed the red rope held in both hands on Ye Qingshuang's raised hands, and Ye Qingshuang's hands trembled.

He never imagined how he would feel when the person he liked appeared in front of him. Now that he really saw it, he was treated like a stranger, and it was hard to put it into words.

He really wanted to call the other person's name and ask why he was looking at him like this, but he was not the original person, and he had never had a private life-long friendship with the other person, his chest was blocked and he couldn't say anything.

"Wu Jian, you go to tidy up the backyard." The old monk said to Wu Jian who was standing beside him.

He nodded submissively and said, "It's the master."

After speaking, he walked away slowly.

Ye Qingshuang looked at the back of the man leaving, with melancholy written all over his face, he hesitated for a moment and raised his head to ask the old monk, "Master, just now that man... that man... I seem to know him, but why doesn't he know me?"

Ye Qingshuang didn't know why she said this to the old monk, she just felt that it would be better to say it this way.

"Young Master Xu is a predestined person for Wujian." The old monk sighed, "There was a poor monk in Hanran Temple, and he happened to meet Wujian who was unconscious in the mountains some time ago. Wujian was poisoned and lost all memory. .Yesterday, the poor monk did divination, and it was calculated that Wu Jian was destined to come, so he asked Wu Jian to come out and personally perform the last step of this blessing ceremony for the young master. Seeing the expression of the young master, the poor monk knew that the young man was destined to be Wu Jian people."

"The Wu Jian mentioned by the master is Han Feixue, the number one son of the capital?" Ye Qingshuang was worried, and wanted to confirm her guess again.

The old monk nodded and said: "Indeed. A few days ago, someone searched for Wu Jian. At that time, Wu Jian was poisoned and fell into a coma. The other party had malicious intentions, so the poor monk kept the matter secret."

"Then...Han Feixue...Master Wujian...he lost all his memory, can he recover it?" Ye Qingshuang asked anxiously.

The old monk pursed his lips and smiled and did not answer, but said: "The end of the poor monk's life is approaching, and he is destined to be with Wujian. He is now in good and bad health. I hope you can visit Wujian more often."

Han Feixue's health is up and down?Ye Qingshuang recalled seeing Han Feixue just now, she was first attracted by the familiar and beautiful appearance, and occupied by the touch of her heart, she didn't even notice that when Han Feixue came out, she walked really slowly, not as fast as she remembered, and that handsome There seemed to be some weakness on his face.

"Master..." Han Feixue was poisoned and lost all his memory. Ye Qingshuang was a little worried. After thinking about it, he said, "Can I go to the backyard to see Master Wujian?"

The old monk nodded and said: "Yes, Wujian is not a monk at all, and he can be shaved because Wujian asked for it, and the dharma name is also taken by Wujian himself."

"?" Han Feixue fell off the cliff almost half a month ago, and was later picked up by an old monk, and then asked to shave his head, and then took the dharma name himself. For some reason, he felt a little discordant.

Ye Qingshuang shook his head, put aside the thoughts in his mind and saw the old monk walking slowly into the side hall, he stood up from the meditation mat, gathered the red rope given by Han Feixue, crossed the courtyard, and walked out of the gate of Hanran Temple.

When Ye Qingshuang came out, Yan Huayan was leaning on the big tree in front of the door thinking about something, seeing him coming out, she walked over immediately, "My lord, have you finished praying?"

Ye Qingshuang nodded, and said: "When I was offering incense just now, I saw a monk who was similar to Mr. Han, but he had no dharma name. I confirmed to the old monk that it was Mr. Han. You know about this, right?"

Ye Qingshuang looked at Yan Huayan with clear eyes, and Yan Huayan paused for a moment before slowly nodding, "I came here to spy before, and I brought you here only after I found out about this matter."

But why didn't he just say that Han Feixue was in Hanran Temple? Was it because he was afraid that he would be sad when he knew that Han Feixue lost his memory and became a monk again?

Seeing that Yan Huayan didn't want to say more, Ye Qingshuang didn't ask further, but said: "Master Wujian is in the backyard, let's go and see him."

"Okay." Yan Huayan nodded.

The backyard is behind the Buddhist hall of the temple and can be reached by bypassing the periphery of Hanran Temple. The two walked slowly along the path outside the temple to the backyard.

When the two walked to the backyard, Wu Kane was bending over to water the vegetable seedlings in the vegetable garden. When he saw the two coming, he put one hand on his chest and nodded to them as a greeting.

Yan Huayan was not familiar with Wu Jian, so after greeting Wu Jian, he stood aside.

Ye Qingshuang walked through the fence, walked into the vegetable garden, came to Wu Jian, looked at Wu Jian seriously, and Wu Jian said unmoved: "Benefactor, it is not convenient for the benefactor to stay here for a long time. If the benefactor finishes praying, he should go back sooner." yes."

How could Ye Qingshuang listen to such obvious repelling words, he curled his lips and said: "Master just said that I have a destiny with Master Wujian, and I can come to see Master Wujian at any time, so you don't have to worry about Master Wujian."

Ye Qingshuang had already accepted that Han Feixue was shaved and became a monk, and also accepted that Han Feixue might lose his memory.

Anyway, he is not Ye Qingshuang who has a private life with Han Feixue, he is doing this now purely to alleviate the feeling of loss when he saw Wu Jian just now, he actually doesn't know why he came here?

Ye Qingshuang raised his hand to take the ladle from Wu Jian's hand, scooped some clear water from the bucket and poured it on the roots of the vegetables, saying: "Master said that Master Wu Jian is weak, and Master Wu Jian should rest more. I'll take care of that."

Anyway, he's fine today.

"Thank you benefactor for your concern. The poor monk is fine. It will be fine if the poor monk comes." Wu Jian wanted to take the ladle from Ye Qingshuang's hand, but Ye Qingshuang dodged it lightly.

Wu Jian was a little helpless, but said calmly on his face: "The poor monk is with the benefactor."

"Okay." Ye Qingshuang narrowed his eyes and gave Wu Jian a hearty smile. He really thought it would be good to water together like this.

Wu Jian was carrying the bucket, Ye Qingshuang scooped water from the bucket to water the vegetables, Yan Huayan, who was standing in the distance, squatted on the stone platform boredly looking at the sky.