once upon a time there was a temple

"Amitabha, Zhimu, if you insist on being such a poor monk, it's inconvenient to stop you, but some things can't just be seen on the surface, why should you take a closer look." Zhikong, the abbot of Qingyuan Temple, said to Zhimu peacefully.

"Abbot, Zhimu knows that as a Buddhist, Zhimu should have forgotten the past, but all these years, besides the Buddha, Zhimu has been thinking about the grievances of his parents. The highest state of Buddhism." Zhi Mu clasped his hands together and nodded.

"Okay, Master Mu's contribution to Qingyuan Temple was very complete. Zhimu, you can go there without any worries. This Qingyuan Temple is the stop where you can stop besides the Yunding Temple." Zhikong and Mu Changfeng were at the beginning What kind of friendship is no longer important, but Zhi Mu knows that the door of Qingyuan Temple will always be open for him.

"Abbot Xie, Zhimu will make his own plan." Zhimu turned around and left the mountain gate without looking back.

Many officers and soldiers have already been waiting at the foot of the mountain, and an imperial decree that the holy monk Zhimu can be renamed the national teacher Zhimu in the future.

This is the result that Zhi Mu knew a long time ago, and he didn't feel the slightest sense of surprise. There was a sympathetic smile on his face that could save all sentient beings.No one noticed the chill in the smile, after all, who would have thought that such a high-ranking holy monk would have troubles in the world.

Entering the palace, meeting the emperor, visiting officials, Changjie Cifu, Guoshifu, heh, it’s just a ghost monk who is demanding his life, Zhimu laughed sarcastically.

It was night, dark, cold, and terrifying. The wind was blowing slowly, but it brought a deep chill.

Zhi Mu walked slowly on the street where the curfew had already been curfew. There was no one there. The whole street was like a dead street. The cold wind was blowing in from all directions, but Zhi Mu's hair was not messy at all, and the snow-colored monk's robes were quiet. Docilely wrapped around Zhi Mu's body.

The heavily guarded Princess Mansion is brightly lit, and the night guard soldiers come and go, as if it were daytime.

Zhi Mu flew directly to the roof of the main building of the princess mansion, and the soldiers didn't notice it.

As soon as Zhi Mu stood still, he heard the dispute between the princess and a strange male voice below.

"When will you leave with me? The old emperor will definitely not live for three months. I have been waiting for two years, Miao'er, you know my identity. Two years in the Central Plains is the limit." A gloomy The male voice said in a low voice, although it was so cold, it was not difficult to hear the lingering love contained in the words.

Heh, it seems that the last ties in this world are enough for me, Zhi Mu thought with a normal face, and said in his heart.

"I won't feel at ease until I see the old emperor die completely, and now that my brother Mu Zhi has returned, I can't leave now, Bo, you go back to Miaojiang first, and I will finally clean up this enmity. I will follow you and never leave again in this life, what do you think?" Mu Yunmiao said softly, but she saw the shyness of the youngest daughter, but not the slightest bit of domineering appearance as a princess in the past.

"Hey, you, Miao'er, you know that I will not leave first, and leave you by the enemy's side, so I will give you another three months to deal with the old emperor, and then return to Miaojiang immediately." Sighing and saying in compromise, Zhi Mu looked at Ying Bubo with a pampering look on his face. Although his face was cold and frightening, he only saw Mu Yunmiao's softness in his eyes. Zhi Mu was very sure that Ying Bubo might be like Mu Yunmiao. Chu Fengge was the same to him, never dying, lingering to the bone.

"Mu Benefactor." Zhi Mu floated over from the roof, with an air of immortality, clasped his hands together, his face was indifferent, and the aboveboard eavesdropping did not damage his temperament at all.

"Brother, why are you here?" Mu Yunmiao was very surprised. She didn't know how much her brother had heard what she said just now. Now she is not as innocent and innocent as she was when she was young, and now she has committed such a bloody crime secretly. These things were supposed to be done without telling him. He has already converted to my Buddha, so he should be merciful to my Buddha and should not be contaminated with human blood.

This is also Mu Yunmiao's decision to close the net and send the old emperor on the road recently, so that Zhi Mu will always be just Zhi Mu. Mu Zhi has long since died on Taizi Chang Street, and his brother will always be just the old brother in his heart.

"The poor monk just suddenly felt that the moonlight was pale and not as clean as before, so he wanted to come to Master Mu to discuss something. Unexpectedly, there are still guests at the Princess' Mansion in the middle of the night?" Zhi Mu looked at the eagle, his eyes were also ice-like.

"It turns out that the holy monk is the famous holy monk holding a bath. It's really worth seeing once, hahaha." Ying Bubo replied with a smile of surprise.

Zhi Mu naturally noticed the malicious smirk at the corner of Ying Bu Bo's mouth, but Zhi Mu naturally didn't care and asked too much, which led to a toothache host coming to the National Teacher's Mansion tomorrow. , Zhi Mu rarely showed a layman's expression of wanting to cry, and regretted it even more.

"The benefactor is too polite. The poor monk is just an ordinary monk. Since the benefactor Mu has a guest, the poor monk left. Amitabha!" Before Zhimu's words fell, the man left without a trace.

"Brother, since you escaped from this noisy world, why did you come back?" Mu Yunmiao whispered, feeling lost.

"Miao'er, everyone has their own reasons for entering the world, and there is also a fate destined by heaven. Your brother has no way out since he came down the mountain. He has already been bound by the mortal world, but he doesn't know it yet. Now say you I don’t understand either, time will give you the answer. Don’t worry, be happy.” Ying Bubo persuaded with a pun.

Mu Yunmiao nodded, looked at the direction of Zhi Mu's departure, and thought for a long time.