after i found out my new wife was a man

The seven or eight-year-old boy, following behind the majestic Emperor Jing Ren, has a delicate face, but his eyes are so empty and indifferent, and he is wearing a complicated palace dress, he doesn't look like a living person, but a puppet.

"...That's it. It's a little bit better now. At least I won't scream when I see people again, but I still ignore everyone. Take a look, master, is it possible that you have been bewitched?"

Xuan Ming was not as old as he is now at that time, but he still had the inner appearance of the Buddha's bones, even if he was standing in front of the current Holy One, he still looked pure and sparse.

He looked at the little boy standing in front of him, his gaze was a kind of emptiness that sees through everything in the world, as if he was looking at him, and seemed to penetrate something beside this person.

He Yaoqing lowered his head slightly, as if he had been cut off from everything in the world. Standing here, he seemed to be unable to see, hear, or feel the existence of external objects.

——Until I heard such a sentence.

"...So if the Holy Majesty wants him to recover, let him stay."

He Yaoqing's silent and empty eyes suddenly moved.

Emperor Jingren frowned when he heard the words, as if he was not angry and arrogant: "Is this the only way?"

Xuan Ming didn't seem to see his expression, but he still said: "For seven to fourty-nine days, I will recite sutras for him every day, and this is the only way."

Although Emperor Jingren was unwilling, he still had no choice but to keep him in the temple.

——This was the first time in He Yaoqing's life that he left the palace, even though it was only 49 days.

He had never experienced such a feeling.

Monks chanting scriptures in the morning class, ancient Sanskrit sounds, the sound of wooden fish, morning bells and evening drums, seemed to be able to penetrate his mind directly.

There is no need to learn the rules day and night, there is no threat of scolding from his father and mother, he took off the complicated palace robes that made him breathless, and changed into monk robes that were the same as those around him, as if he was no different from other people , The sound of chanting scriptures in the temple lingered until night, and all the ghosts and ghosts in the dream disappeared.

He was only seven years old and didn't understand anything, yet he found Anji here.

Xuanming chanted scriptures for him every day. He is worthy of being a master. Just listening to it can make people feel calm. He took himself to meet pilgrims, see the suffering of the world, listen to his lottery, and go to Houshan Taoyuan to see the overwhelming, never-before-seen The peach blossoms I have seen all over the sky are still the same as before, but they are always nagging like an ordinary old man, telling themselves how many months the peaches are ripe, and every plant and tree is a world, with a sense of Zen.

... When he came back to his senses, he would always follow behind him.

At that time, he was only seven years old, just a seven-year-old boy, what did he know?Since he was born, no one has ever been able to take him out of the insurmountable palace wall, treating him like this, just like treating a normal person.

In this way, I think a little too much.

and then?

He Yaoqing couldn't remember clearly.

It's like a drowning person who won't let go of any duckweed that can save his life. Although he doesn't understand anything, he at least wants to get rid of everything that shouldn't belong to him.

After thinking so hard for several days, one day he finally mustered up the courage in the deserted meditation room. Although it was ridiculous, it was the first time he was so nervous and cautious, hesitated for a long time, and asked.

"You know that?"

Xuan Ming used to play tricks like in the past, he didn't speak human words: "Knowing is not knowing, not knowing is also knowing."

"But I don't want to be like this," the self at that time looked up at him, even the funniest clown in the world would no longer be as ridiculous as him, "Will you help me? Although I haven't thought of what to do yet, But one day if I figure it out, will you help me?"

He couldn't remember Xuan Ming's appearance at that time, but He Yaoqing always remembered the words he said back, and he couldn't miss a single word.

"Amitabha, the time has not yet come, and the poor monk can't help you, and I don't know what you are talking about," Xuan Ming acted as if he really didn't know at all, "but if you want someone to conquer the sky, the little benefactor will succeed."

Of course He Yaoqing would never remember, Xuan Ming was stunned for a long time at that time, and his voice was as difficult as a dry and cracked river bed.

On the second day, the respected "Master Xuanming" felt as if he was about to cast off some heavy burden, and after only seven to forty-nine days, he called the palace servants and told the emperor that the princess was ready.

After that, he never saw He Yaoqing again.

He Yaoqing didn't believe a single word Xuanming said, and if he refused, he refused. If he said that he was disappointed, he wouldn't criticize him, but he said it so grandly, but actually avoided it. It's really right. Monk, you can't be more hypocritical.

I am really well, I have never been better than that.

He Yaoqing, who returned to the palace again, unexpectedly learned patience without a teacher, until by chance, he got his own power, quietly dormant, and slowly cultivated until he formed a fine net.

until now.

The young monk leaned against the door of the lecture hall, listened to the voices speaking inside, and looked up at the sky quietly.

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The night is already deep.

Taking advantage of Xie Ling and going to lead the horse, the young monk carefully handed He Yaoqing a wooden sign from his arms.

The wooden sign is simple and old, but the surrounding is very round, as if someone has often rubbed it, and there is a weird symbol engraved on it.

The young monk bent slightly and said, "This is what you have always wanted."

He Yaoqing was stunned suddenly.

He wanted Shi Xuanming not to give it to him, but he just said something that he couldn't understand, and now that no one is here, he asked someone to give it to him again.

What would that person say if he was still alive?It must be the words like "the time has not come before" and "cannot be forced" as before.

He never knew exactly what Xuan Ming was thinking.

He Yaoqing slowly reached out to take the sign, without even realizing it, the hand he stretched out was trembling slightly. He slowly stroked the wooden sign and asked, "What's your name?"

The young monk stretched out his hand and made a Buddha's name, and bent slightly. Ever since He Yaoqing took the wooden plaque, his attitude was very respectful: "The little monk's name is Shikong."

It turned out that he was Xuan Ming's disciple.

Shikong said again: "Another benefactor has already come. It's late at night, and the little monk will stop bothering you. If there is anything in the future, as long as you still hold the wooden sign, the temple will definitely help you."

He Yaoqing nodded, Shi Kong clasped his palms together and saluted, then left.

He looked back and saw that Xie Lingyu was leading the horse and walking towards him. There were no lights on the bluestone path. Fortunately, the moonlight was very bright tonight, and the faint light shone down, as if covering the man with a layer of moonlight. color.

He never seemed to say it.

He was already tired of everything back then, he hated everything when he was young, and of course he no longer liked peach blossoms, but on that day, the way this man stood under the peach blossom tree and looked at himself suddenly made him find a trace of youthful love. The emotion when seeing the peach blossoms in the sky for the first time.

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It’s finally time to connect (sigh).