disguised holy monk

Xuan Qing and Fu Sheng walked to the edge of a cliff, looking at the sunset in the sky like clouds.

"Fusheng, you have something on your mind." Xuan Qing tilted his head slightly, looking at the people around him.

"I..." Fu Sheng's heart skipped a beat, he was about to say something, but he stopped when he met the other party's gaze.

Xuanqing's dark eyes were clear, filled with endless tolerance, as if he would not be blamed for anything he said.

He unconsciously whispered: "There are some things that I clearly want to let go of, but I can't let go... Finally, they are buried in my heart, and the more they accumulate, the deeper they get, the more painful they become..."

He clenched his fists as he spoke, pain and darkness flashed across his eyes.

"Amitabha, the Buddha said that all conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or electricity, and should be viewed as such." Xuanqing's soothing Qingyue voice flowed like clear spring water, and Fusheng couldn't help but relax and look at him.

The breeze on the edge of the cliff raised his monk's robe, and with compassion in his brows, he said slowly: "Everything in this world is just a dream, and the past cannot be pursued. Don't be attached to it for the rest of your life and be bound by it. .”

Fu Sheng was stunned, there were some things that he had never told anyone; these things had always been pressed in his heart, month after month, year after year, he could hardly breathe.

But this person, probably whatever he says, will find stability here.

After a long silence, Fu Sheng suddenly said, "Master... I am actually the seventh prince of the northern Xinjiang royal family."

After his dry voice fell, he stared at Xuan Qing closely.

Xuan Qing was unmoved on the face, but a rush of grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart... Although he had already guessed that his identity was not simple, and there was always a look of sadness in his brows and eyes at a young age, but as soon as he picked it up, he picked up a royal child Really did not expect.

Seeing that the other party's expression has not changed at all, it seems that no matter what his identity is, he doesn't care, Fu Sheng unconsciously heaves a sigh of relief.He was slightly relieved, and continued: "But my mother is from the Southern Dynasty, and we were not welcome there since we were born. We were bullied and framed openly and secretly...Three years ago, my mother was framed for adultery with a guard. After giving birth to me, people from all sides assassinated us, and finally we escaped. But on the way, my mother contracted a serious illness and died.”

Fu Sheng's eyes were a little red, "I hate them, I never want to go back to that place that eats people, I go farther and farther south... But I still feel very confused, I live here, but I am not from the Southern Dynasty, Not from Beijiang... I have no future, and I don't know what to do..."

The more he talked, the more depressed he became, Xuanqing probably could also think of the harm that those intrigues had brought to him.

He suddenly pointed to his feet, and said softly: "Fusheng, look at these flowers, aren't they beautiful?"

Fu Sheng was a little confused, so he just looked at the colorful flowers blooming at his feet, and nodded, "It's very beautiful."

"Then why bother to find out how you got here?" Xuan Qing smiled slightly, and looked at him seriously, "For me, no matter whether you are from the Northern Xinjiang or the Southern Dynasty, you are just a floating life. Wanfa Naturally, follow your heart, you just have to do what you want to do."

The gentle voice was like a heavy hammer hitting Fu Sheng's heart, he stared at Xuan Qing in a daze, the glow of the sun shone on Xuan Qing's body, but he felt that the brilliance of the galaxy was far less than his.

That day on the street, the other party's outstretched hand pulled him out of despair, and the back in the setting sun covered with Buddha's light was like salvation... The long-standing gloom in Fusheng's handsome brows slowly dissipated, as if he had suddenly realized, Muttered: "Master, I probably know what I'm going to do..."

Xuan Qing smiled slightly, and breathed a sigh of relief—it is too difficult to be a holy monk. Lectures on scriptures and interpretation of lottery are the basics, and you must also be able to pretend to be compassionate, and do psychological counseling...

In the next second, Fu Sheng seemed to have figured it out, and his voice became firmer, "I want to follow you all the time."

Xuan Qing paused, then said with a smile: "Qingchan Temple is not enough to drive away a pilgrim, you can stay here forever."

Fu Sheng shook his head, and explained: "What I mean is, I want to be ordained and become a monk, and I want to worship you as my teacher."

Xuan Qing froze for a moment, then said in a warm voice, "Have you thought it through?"

Fu Sheng nodded without hesitation, "No worries, no worries, follow your heart, this is what I want."

Xuanqing's task on the system panel is to dig out Fusheng's life experience and accept apprentices, and now he is just invited to watch a cloud together, and both are resolved.

"Okay." He was happy in his heart, and he twirled the Buddha beads indifferently in response.

At this time, the system's character panel about Fusheng, the original asterisks disappeared, and there were some other things.

【Name: Wanyan Fusheng

Age: 18

Status: Seventh Prince of Northern Xinjiang, Great Disciple of Xuanqing in Qingchan Temple (gray)

Loyalty: 100/100

Remarks: See Xuanqing as the salvation of this life]

At the same time, Xuanqing's prestige has risen to 30/100; he has been awarded the titles "Salvation of Boys", "Master of Talking Hearts"...

The corners of Xuan Qing's lips twitched looking at the two titles, but his merit value was actually [-] points.

Excluding the [-] accumulated from teaching scriptures and doing good deeds during this period, when he just agreed to take Fusheng as his apprentice, he actually added [-] points?

When he was puzzled, the system gave an explanation.

[Wanyan Fusheng was originally going to return to northern Xinjiang to fight for the throne in five years, and because of hatred, he provoked a war between the two countries, causing countless people to be displaced.The host now helps him realize his epiphany, making him willing to let go of his obsessions and become a monk, virtually avoiding the loss of life caused by future wars, so he added 10000 merit points. 】

Xuan Qing instantly felt that he was really a kind monk!This trip to the top of the mountain to see the clouds is worth it!

The tall woman in the shadow of the tree not far away naturally also heard their conversation, and couldn't help but look at Xuan Qing, dimly.

……

The next day, early in the morning, all the monks of Qingchan Temple gathered in the main hall for morning classes.Even the old abbot, who was suffering from chronic illness, was present.

Because Mufo Festival is here.

The bell rang and the incense was lingering.

After some repairs, the Qingchan Temple has the prestige of a magnificent ancient temple.

Today, the number of people who came to pray for blessings and worship gods was several times higher than usual.Li Yuanwai's daughter also came to light an ever-burning lamp for Li Yuanwai, and offered 500 taels of sesame oil money.

And today is also the day when Xuan Qing shaves Fu Sheng and accepts his disciples.

Fu Sheng was wearing a monk's robe, with loose black hair, kneeling respectfully in front of Xuan Qing.

Xuan Qing wore an ordinary monk's clothes and was still outstanding among the monks. His brows were pure and kind, and the corners of his lips were raised, "Amitabha, from today onwards, everything in the mundane world is the past. I give you the name of the Dharma, no suffering."

The black hair falls, and the world of mortals breaks.

Wu Ku clasped his hands together, his handsome brows were calm and indifferent, "Wu Ku, thank you, Master."

Many people who finished the incense were watching, and the Huaichun girls looked at the little master Xuanqing with red lips and white teeth and blushed.

The temple is now thriving, and Xuanqing has also accepted his first disciple, the old abbot is very pleased to see it.

And the woman who was hiding in the crowd with half a mask covering her face finished watching the scene with indifferent eyes, and finally turned and left.

……

Just when the day was coming to an end, Xuanqing was chanting scriptures in the meditation room, when a young novice came to call him, saying that someone had offered 1000 taels of incense money and wanted to see him by name.

Xuan Qing followed to the main hall, and saw a tall man standing with his hands behind his back.

"It turned out to be the benefactor of Beixuan..." Xuan Qing said with a smile and saluted.

Beixuan opened his folding fan, and said with a smile: "Excuse me, Master Xuanqing, I am here this time, first to visit the master, and second to deliver invitations for others."

After he finished speaking, the servant behind him had already handed over the invitation card respectfully.

The inscription on it is astonishingly——Sky Shadow of Luoxia Temple.