You Buddha is merciful and cool [Rebirth]

Judging from Qu Conggu's fate, he has deep roots of fortune. Although he has visions, his orientation is still good. Therefore, even if he suffered two thunderstorms inexplicably in his last life, he still faintly has vitality. In this life, he has Zhu Jueyun again. Asylum, it should be a smooth and impossible day.

Zhu Jueyun gave him the jade bones brought out of his mother's womb, but he was still worried that there would be a change, so he begged for an everlasting lamp this time, which can be regarded as a heart-pounding treat for the child.

Qu Conggu is indeed very attractive.

Before leaving today, Zhu Jueyun was actually very relieved.

He sent Qu Conggu to the city, but the child didn't cry and said that he was going to fly, a huge dark cloud floated above his head, sending out "I'm not very happy now, go away" in a radius of ten miles.

After sending it here, Zhu Jueyun squatted down and said, "Go back."

A thunderbolt strikes down, Qu Conggu was startled, looked at him: "Are you leaving now?!"

Zhu Jueyun: "..."

if not.

"I've entered the Tao, so it's not easy to say goodbye," Zhu Jueyun said, "Go back and tell your parents that I'm leaving."

Qu Conggu glanced back in the direction of home, then turned to look at him blankly, suddenly felt that his heart was not at ease.

The eye circles were quietly red again.

Zhu Jueyun smiled and said: "You and I are destined, we will meet soon."

The decision to part is hasty. He cultivated too fast and his foundation is unstable. It takes a long time to improve his internal strength. According to what the world often says, it is a retreat.

Compared with other people, there is no need to retreat to practice Qi Po, but Zhu Jueyun is afraid that if he doesn't think of a way, he will explode and die.

Zhu Jueyun gave a big gift before saying goodbye. I haven’t said such a solemn and solemn parting word in my life. I have met all kinds of people after practicing for several years. When I say goodbye, I nod to meet each other today, and I may leave tomorrow. They don't even say hello, and it's not clear when they tear their faces apart. They are estranged secretly, and they each know what they know. This is the arena of adults. The boundaries between love and hate are not clear, and each has room for it.

Zhu Jueyun's finger tapped lightly on his forehead: "You have a fire here, I lit it for you."

"If there is turmoil in the future and the fire is faltering, I can know it, and I will come to help you."

Qu Conggu didn't understand, he stretched out his hand to touch his forehead.

Zhu Jueyun stood up, Qu Conggu subconsciously reached out and grabbed his sleeve, fearing that he would fly away in a second.

As the sky fell, Ye sent out his vassals to cover half of the sun with heavy clouds, as if a fire had been ignited, burning half of the sky, and red clouds covered the top of the head.

With broad and firm shoulders, Zhu Jueyun hugged Qu Conggu, led him to look up to the sky, pointed to the setting sun hiding under the clouds of fire, and said, "What did you see?" The feelings are pressed inside.

Qu Cong Gu's tender little hands clenched the skirt of his clothes, and said in a low voice, "Clouds."

Zhu Jueyun said: "What about behind the clouds?"

"sun."

There is a desolate street behind, with occasional carriages and horses passing by, bringing out the sound of wheels rolling over, and the voices of people coming.

Zhu Jueyun said: "The cloud covers the sun for a while, and it will disperse tomorrow, and the night will come when it comes, you survive it, and then open your eyes, it is still hanging in the sky, no one can cover it."

"Living in this world is always ups and downs, and no one can escape from it. If you are firm in your heart, nothing will break your bones. You will always get over it."

Qu Cong looked at him, as if he had listened to it, but he was still unhappy.

Zhu Jueyun looked at him and wanted to say more, but he didn't.

Even if he cleared all the roadblocks, the child still had to walk the road by himself.

Zhu Jueyun left when there was only a ray of sunlight left in the sky, and finally took Qu Conggu's hand and sent him to the gate of Qu's mansion.

Qu Conggu turned his head three times at a step, wiped his tears with his sleeves, and walked forward while wiping tears.

Cao Gu jumped off Zhu Jueyun's shoulder, and sat upright on the ground, as if saying goodbye to this little friend.

Qu Conggu entered the door, and suddenly turned around to look. There was no one outside, and there was nothing on the open space.

Suddenly collapsed, ran out with a 'wow' and went around for a while, then went back to find his mother.

Mrs. Qu didn't take a sip of her tea, when the door was pushed open suddenly, a red light made her cry out, and dropped the teacup.

Qu Conggu was startled, stopped crying, and looked at his mother inexplicably.

Mrs. Qu slowly opened her eyes, but the red light disappeared, and Qu Conggu stood in front of her obediently, looking at her.

"Son," Mrs. Qu said, "You scared me to death."

Now that she eased her emotions, she taught again: "How can you not knock on the door when you enter? Did Dad tell you that he likes you firmly?"

Qu Conggu pursed his lips and said, "Brother is gone."

Mrs. Qu didn't react: "Who left?"

"Master Tiaodu," Qu Cong said, "Let's go."

As he talked, he became unhappy again.

Mrs. Qu stood up suddenly and said, "What?"

Everyone in the Qu residence respected Zhu Jueyun, Mrs. Qu believed in ghosts and gods, she was startled when she heard this, thinking that something had offended the master, she left without saying goodbye.

"When did you leave?"

Qu Cong said, "Just now."

"..." Mrs. Qu looked at her youngest son, "You sent him away?"

Qu Conggu didn't know the philosophy of doing things, so he nodded naturally: "Yes."

Mrs. Qu: "..."

Advisor Qu Cong asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Mrs. Qu held back her breath, suppressed the fire, and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

"Listen to what mother said," Mrs. Qu said, "you can't be like this in the future... The master chanted scriptures and prayed for us, and if we want to leave, we can't just leave like this. We don't understand etiquette, and it's bad luck for people in the Tao. of."

At this time, Mrs. Qu suddenly felt that the education policy she had implemented for more than ten years might also be biased.

Qu Conggu suddenly remembered something, and said: "My brother asked me to tell you a word. He said that he has entered the Tao and it is not easy to experience secular parting. He asked me to say thank you for him."

Mrs. Qu sat on the chair, and her expression eased.

"Poor my son," Mrs. Qu smiled and stroked Qu Conggu's broken hair, "I finally found a good friend."

Qu Conggu lay on her lap, with his face on his lap, and the sadness in his heart flowed like a river.

Mrs. Qu said: "I said it earlier than you, he will leave sooner or later."

Qu Cong said, "After two days, I went to find him, and my brother told me where he lives."

However, this is four years after two days. The life of a teenager always passes quickly. Every day, he runs through the promenade with the hem of his clothes in his hands. The delicate calves of a child are replaced by a pair of long, thin and fair legs. Pulled up, the clothes are tied up, the cheeks with some soft flesh have disappeared, but they are still dazzlingly beautiful, with a bead hanging on their lips, as if they are always smiling.

"Sister!" Qu Conggu yelled, jumped up and waved towards the door.

Qu Chisu turned around with a smile, and waved at him before getting into the sedan chair.

Qu Conggu didn't wear shoes, and stood barefoot on the wooden board in front of the court. His body was covered in sweat, and his hair was sticking to his cheeks. He shouted, "Fish! Fish!" and pointed to his hand. Bamboo baskets inside.

Qu Chi always loves to eat fish. When she came back today, Qu Conggu ran out early in the morning to catch fish.

Qu Chisu laughed, and the servants wanted to go there but were stopped, she turned back by herself, picked up the wet bamboo basket, and saw three pitiful fish inside.

"That's a lot."

Qu Conggu heard her taunt, and said, "Oh, why are you doing this?"

Qu Chisu took it with a smile, and stretched out his sleeve to wipe his sweat: "Okay, I'll go back tonight and let the cook burn it."

Qu Conggu was very happy, and said with a 'hmm': "It's hard to catch."

Qu Chisu said: "You spend more time with your bridesmaid and don't go out to play, she's very boring at home, you're the only one left at home."

"I know," Qu Conggu said, "you go, you're going to fall foul of that old woman again later."

Qu Chisu finally confessed: "Father will go to the cloth village with you these days to take a look. You are not young anymore. Since you are not going to be an official, you have to learn something."

Qu Conggu agreed, and then she got into the sedan chair, staggered through the gate of the mansion, and left the alley.

Qu Cong was sweating all over, his trouser legs were stained with mud and rolled up below his knees, revealing a section of fair calf, so thin that the joints were distinct, he moved his back, turned around and ran back to change clothes.

The maid filled a bucket of hot water, mixed some cold water and put it in a copper basin, and put clean clothes on the barrier embroidered with the picture of Qinghe coming out of the water.

When Qu Conggu bowed his head and tied his trouser legs, a small piece of emerald green jade fell out of his neck, carved into the shape of a bone, and hung on a red rope.

Qu Cong seemed to be used to it, and put the pendant back into his clothes.

"Where's my mother?" Qu Conggu asked the maid when she came out.

"Miss came back today," the servant girl said, "I chatted with Madam for noon, and I'm already tired, so I fell asleep."

That's nothing to do with him, Qu Conggu took a look outside, and there was nothing to do, so he sat on the low kang by the window, picked up a book on the small case and read it for a while.

It was fine weather at this time, and the smoke made him drowsy, and his head sank bit by bit.

It was vaguely like a dream, he seemed to be running on an endless road in fear, the air in his lungs was squeezed dry, and it hurt like it was going to explode.

Suddenly the sky was as bright as daylight by thunderstorms, and those purple thunders split open a crack in the air, and one of them came towards him——

Qu Conggu was so frightened that he stood where he was, when there was a sudden 'bang' in his ear.

He woke up.

I don't know when it became gloomy outside, and the wind picked up, and the big raindrops hit the plantain leaves, and the books on the desk were all wet.

It's raining.