Hun Jun's Pigeon Essence

Bai Ye's hand was empty, and he looked at the sleepy homing pigeon, silently withdrew his hand, and quickly flicked the dull hair on its head lightly.

"Little lazy pigeon."

"Cuckoo..." So annoying...

Lu Ge, who was asleep, heard the humming sound, kicked his legs angrily and stared at his wings: "Gu..."

Bai Ye's fingers itched slightly, he hooked his knuckles, and rubbed the feathers on the tips of the carrier pigeon's wings.

The carriage quickly arrived at the foot of the Qingshan Temple. Because there are all mountain roads, the carriage could not get up, so we could only walk up slowly step by step.

Bai Yi went to the city to spread the news, and next to him was another man in black, wearing the clothes of a servant, only breathing quietly.

Bai Ye carefully placed the sleeping pigeon in the lapel of his chest, dragged its butt with his hands, and went up the mountain without panting.

After walking for nearly a stick of incense, I saw the gate of Qingshan Temple standing on the top of the mountain from a distance.

The little monk was wearing cassock and was sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the door. When he saw the person coming with his palms folded, he asked, "Benefactor, do you need any help?"

Bai Ye untied the peace talisman from his waist and handed it to the little Drifting Monk.

"Benefactor, this way please." Recognizing that the writing on it was written by the abbot, the little monk lowered his head slightly and asked them to go to the backyard.

Bai Ye found the meditation room where the presiding officer lived with ease, and thanked the little monk lightly.

Before he had time to knock on the door, a thick and kind voice came from inside: "Come in."

Bai Ye frowned slightly, and pushed the door in with the carrier pigeon. Seeing the host sitting on the futon, he knelt down opposite him with a blank expression: "Master Chuchen—"

Chuchen waved his hand, with a kind smile on his face: "The poor monk already knows what Mr. Bai asked, but it's just a matter of chance."

"Fate?" Bai Ye frowned tightly, and the expression on his face was not very good.

But remembering the identity of Master Chuchen, he suppressed the impatience in his eyes, and nodded expressionlessly: "Thank you, Master."

After leaving the meditation room, Bai Ye took the carrier pigeons directly down the mountain, and stood on a high place in Chuchen, watching them leave. The sunlight cast on the Buddhist robes, and the whole person seemed to be bathed in the divine light.

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Going down the mountain and returning to the carriage, Bai Ye glanced at the sleeping pigeon, hugged it lightly, took it out of his clothes, put it on the cushion beside him, and leaned against the wall of the car with a tired expression.

The big hands with well-defined knuckles kneaded the eye sockets one after another, and the wide sleeves were blown up by the wind, brushing the dull hair on the top of the pigeon's head.

Lu Ge opened his eyes in a daze, and vaguely saw the pale and powerless expression of the pigeon-killing boy, who was stunned in place.

What happened to the pigeon-killing boy?

Blinking the pigeon eyes, the pigeon-killing boy still had the same expression, looking very pitiful.

With a low cooing sound, he flapped his wings and flew to his lap. Jiojio stepped on him lightly, raised his chin and looked at him worriedly: "Coo coo coo coo?" Are you okay?

When Bai Ye heard the crowing of the pigeon, his eyelids drooped slightly, he twitched the corner of his mouth and touched the pigeon's head with a smile: "Are you awake?"

Lu Ge nodded obediently: "Hey..."

Bai Ye withdrew his mind, eased the hostility between his eyebrows and eyes, and held the carrier pigeon slightly in his arms, holding it with one hand, and inserted the other hand into the feathers, feeling the warmth on the skin.

"Cuckoo..."

Lu Ge shook Mao Mao sensitively, awkwardly trying to dodge the big hand of the pigeon-killing boy, but thinking of his pitiful and lonely appearance just now, he lay down obediently and let it be touched with an itch.