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Not knowing when to return to Fufeng, Mu Yun has been walking forward in silence, passing through the black tiles and white walls outside the cloud house, and seeing the clouds covered under the green eaves and moss... Only then did he realize that he had returned home. This journey is really exhausting.

There seemed to be a shout of joy in his ears, and Mu Yun could hardly pay attention to it any more, and walked into the cloud room slumped, and then quickly closed the door, and when he fell into the lonely darkness in the room, he was powerless to lean against the door panel, tightly Clinging tightly to his body that was about to fall, he closed his eyes helplessly. Tears of panic slid down his cheeks one after another, from warm to cold, dripping into the dust, just like his sincerity...

Drinking the pain of new sorrows and old hatreds alone, Mu Yun leaned his back against the door, and the moment he turned his eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the portrait of the "woman" hanging on the east wall, and the past was like a tide, drowning every inch of his thoughts.

For a moment, the unstoppable tears in his eyes moistened his long eyelashes, and he suddenly felt a tingling rush of blood in his throat.

Mu Yun once thought that this was just an exaggerated description in those heart-breaking poems, but at this moment, he discovered that people can really hurt their hearts and blood...

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In the ancient temple, after spring comes, the trees sprout and become green.The flowers in the flower bed were in full bloom, and suddenly, they gave the dreary temple a touch of gloom.

During the recuperation period in the ancient temple, Qi Zhong bid farewell to Lin Weier and others. He wandered around the temple all day long, feeling even more lonely. The homing birds singing on the towering trees waste a whole day like this.

The loneliness with no one to accompany has continued from the past to the present, and the surrounding is still deserted, and there are no close relatives and friends, and it is extremely sad for a while.

While meditating, someone's figure appeared in his mind again, Qi Zhong frowned irritably, forcing himself to forget everything in the past and not to be involved in any more, but his wish failed.

Sitting on the steps bored for a while, he got up and turned around to relax again. Passing by the Sutra Pavilion, Qi Zhong walked in unconsciously, and suddenly found that there were several piles of transcribed scriptures on the low table. It is said that copying the scriptures by hand can accumulate merit for those who care.

I don't know who is so greedy to copy several piles, Qi Zhong thought to himself, he couldn't help flipping through those manuscripts curiously, staring closely, he was shocked to find that the handwriting on them was very familiar.

"And his characters...like."

Talking to himself, he was stunned for a long time, but he didn't dare to turn the pages down, closed the book and put it back in its original place, and quickly ran away.

Walking in the spring sun again, under the towering ancient trees, a young monk is diligently sweeping the fallen leaves left by the winter.Qi finally walked under the shade of the trees here, feeling the coolness of early spring.

When the little monk saw the person coming, he put down the broom and put his hands together: "Amitabha, benefactor, what can you do?"

Qi Zhong, who hadn't communicated with anyone for a long time, suddenly became at a loss when he was greeted abruptly. He was dumbfounded for a while, and finally he couldn't help what he was thinking, with a tense expression on his face: "Uh, I, I want to ask, Mu... who is that?" Zen Master Xiyi, what, when will you be back?"

"Brother Xiyi?" The little monk was taken aback by the question, and suddenly realized that this man had been in the ancient temple for so long, so he was still waiting for someone.

"Yeah." Qi Zhongqi nodded.

The little monk shook his head and said with a smile, "He won't come back."

"Why? Where did he go?"

"He's already retired."

"Returning to vulgarity?" Qi Zhong was startled, and hurriedly asked, "When did it happen?"

The little monk replied calmly: "Nine years ago. At that time, he said that he still had concerns in the world of mortals, and it was difficult to cover his heart with blindfolded eyes, so he left..."

Hearing this, Qi Zhong was completely at a loss, his heart was surging, and it was hard to stay still.

"Benefactor? Donor? Are you uncomfortable?"

Seeing his strange expression, the little monk asked kindly.

Qi Zhong shook his head, lowered his eyes, and walked away.

Silently walked under the tall blessing tree in the temple, he looked up, the sun shining through the gaps in the branches was bright and warm, and the red ribbons all over the tree were flying non-stop.

Such bright red, embedded in the green, is the wish and blessing of many people.Qi Zhong casually grabbed the red strip on a stack of short branches, and glanced at the writing on it.

For a moment like the burning pain of being burned by fire, he quickly threw it away, and his heart tightened.

He was very familiar with the handwriting on the red streamer, but the short prayer that entered his eyes shocked him even more.It read: Qi Zhongan is well.

As if his heart had been stung by a poisonous thorn, Qi Zhong frowned for a while, and unwillingly searched for other red cloths, all of which were written by the same person without exception, and the contents of the prayers were all repeated.

He took two steps back, squinting at the bright red of the tree, in a daze, he even suspected that every red scarf tied on the tree was written by Mu Yun to pray for him...

Qi Zhong walked back to the meditation room with a complicated mind, and finally relaxed his mind, which actually made his mood even heavier.

Gently pushing open the door, a familiar figure in the room was rummaging through boxes and packing up things. Qi Zhong stood on the threshold in a daze, looking at him helplessly.

"I'll pack up some things and leave when I come back. You can rest here."

Feng Mei put the medicine box on her shoulders, turned around, and explained to him calmly.

"Even you are leaving?" Qi Zhong was lonely for a moment, and whispered, "Why are you leaving..."

Feng Mei pursed her lips, looked into his eyes, finally softened her heart, and said in a relaxed tone, "If you have something to do, you can find me at the herbal medicine shop on the outskirts of Jingxin."

After finishing speaking, he brushed himself away and Qi Zhong chased after him in a panic: "Master Medical Sage, wait a minute!"

Feng Mei paused, turned slightly sideways, and listened to his words.

Qi Zhong hesitated for a moment, then asked with a guilty conscience, "Why did you save me?"

Feeling that his question was ridiculous and pitiful, Feng Mei sarcastically said: "I've told you everything, and now I bring it up again? I don't want to admit it in my heart, so why bother to ask again?"

On the second day after he woke up, Feng Mei told Qi Zhong all the risks and taboos that Mu Yun experienced during this trip. He wanted to use this to untie the knot between the two of them, but Qi Zhong had already hated him and ignored it at all. For his own reminder, he interrupted his words repellently, and left angrily.

Asking again now, Feng Mei is not willing to talk to him anymore.But when he thought of the day when Mu Yun was scolded and left, and he followed his mournful back, his heart was filled with depression, and he thought of the painstaking efforts the two of them had put in to save people in the past nine years. The atmosphere of the earth does not come from one place.

He snorted coldly: "I repeat, it was Mu Yun who saved you. I just told him the method and was entrusted by others to help him. Don't ask me this question again..."

Hearing this, Qi Zhong turned sideways in shame and indignation, and retorted coldly: "Didn't Mu Yun just do this? Why do you always protect him? Excuse him for his crimes? Is kindness enough to avenge hatred?"

Feng Mei immediately stared at him with anger in her eyes, and asked angrily: "Is this all he did? Do you know how much he has sacrificed in the past nine years? Spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold and summer, I can spend every day in the temple. Seeing him kneeling on the Buddha's knees and praying for you, you can often hear his voice asking about your condition, and you are always running around for medical books..."

"That's enough! What's so great about these hypocrisy? He killed me first, and he cut out my heart with his own hands! Everything he did later was nothing more than guilt..."

The panic in his heart reached the extreme, Qi finally didn't dare to listen to Feng Mei's questioning any longer, so he had to interrupt him like this, to defend himself with peace of mind.

Feng Mei felt a headache for a while, and suddenly felt that the right and wrong between the two had long been confused.After thinking about it, she had already promised Mu Yun that she could not tell unnecessary details, and she was on the verge of going back on promises just now. Feng Mei pondered for a moment, understanding his painstaking efforts, and stopped telling the truth.

After easing the atmosphere for a while, he changed the subject and said calmly: "We outsiders can't tell you about your affairs, so you can figure it out yourself."

Qi Zhong also calmed down, and said desolately: "Why should I come back to life? These things should have disappeared long ago..."

Feng Mei frowned, and said comfortingly: "Living is a blessing, you should be content. In the future, do you have any plans?"

Qi Zhong's eyes sank, his expression was numb, and he sighed: "I think, I want to practice the way of ruthlessness."

Hearing this, Feng Mei's face froze slightly, he closed his eyes in disappointment, calmed down for a while and was frightened, he said with a smile: "It's really...crazy."

"Good-bye. I'm going first."

He couldn't take it anymore, turned around and left.

Qi Zhong pressed him: "You, won't you persuade me?"

Feng Mei snorted coldly: "How can I have the qualifications? You go ahead and repair it, who can you be worthy of in the end?"

"I……"

Suddenly shocked by these words, Qi Zhong staggered back two steps, without any confidence left to persist.

After all, being tormented by Feng Mei's words, Qi Zhong thought hard for many days, and finally decided to take the initiative to ask Mu Yun for an answer.

Walking to Fufeng halfway up the mountain, Qi Zhong saw the green trees at the gate of the mountain, and the white stone fence winding upwards.He walked slowly to the door, looked left and right, and found a lazy doorkeeper disciple in the mossy corner under the stone wall.

Getting closer to that person, Qi Zhong stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.The gatekeeper disciple immediately woke up from his dream, and looked at the person. He had a magnificent demeanor, but he was dressed very strictly. He was wearing a bamboo hat, which was slightly slanted, covering his facial features.And with empty hands, it doesn't look like a visit, nor does it look like a refuge.

"Uh, my son, what can you do?"

The disciple tidied up his appearance, stood up lazily, and asked perfunctorily.

Qi Zhong frowned, wondering in his heart: In nine years, he just fell asleep, why did he wake up with such a big change, for a while it was the "good thing" of those two in Jiugai Mountain, and for a while it was everyone's attitude The drastic change, and now even the disciples in front of Fufeng Mu's Mountain Gate have changed their appearance. It's okay to treat people with a lax attitude, and they are still doing things in such a sloppy manner.He still remembers the scene when Mu Yun brought him here for the first time. It was a world of difference. At that time, Fufeng disciples were very polite and polite, but now they are something...

"Oh. I'm here to find someone, you go and make a report."

Doubts are doubts, Qi Zhong still remembers the purpose of coming here this time.

The gatekeeper disciple was a little impatient: "I'm sorry, the second lady said that the door is closed to thank guests these few days, you can come back another day."

"Second Miss? What about Third Young Master Mu?"

Qi Zhong felt even more strange. According to previous knowledge, Mu Xi should be in power in Fufeng. How could it be Mu Yin who gave the order...

"Third Young Master is in closed-door training. The Second Young Lady is in charge of the affairs of the mansion."

"Retreat?" Qi Zhong said in astonishment, and asked again, "Then can you convey a few words to the eldest son for me, he will let me in."

The disciple sneered: "What nonsense are you talking about? I've been working here for two years, and I haven't seen any big master pay me a salary."

Qi Zhong lowered his eyes and panicked for a moment, his heart still confused: What happened here?How did it become so desolate?

The disciple looked at him a few times, and felt that he was not so shabby, and he didn't dare to offend casually, but his attitude was still loose: "Young master, I think you have forgotten something? No one visits Mu's house all year round, don't you?" Did it go astray?"

Qi Zhong remained silent, and the disciple complained dissatisfiedly: "It's true, after all, the phoenix that landed is not as good as a chicken, and the Mu family is no longer a master of immortal cultivators. There is no one in such a huge mansion on weekdays, so let me arrange it." The hard work of guarding the gate is really cheap for them..."

Hearing this filled with anger, Qi Zhong clenched his palms tightly and stared at him fiercely: "What are you? Is the Mu family short of you for food and drink, or did they treat others badly? Are you just talking about your master behind his back like this? Get out, you're still daydreaming here."

Grabbing the other party's collar, Qi Zhong taught him a lesson: "Hurry up and get out! Don't hang around here, you'll dirty the land."

After threatening Wanren, he threw it away and walked into the mountain gate without hesitation, his determination to find someone became more determined.