Twilight Cloud Returns

"Be careful!" Mo Huaijin said anxiously, with a pair of strong arms blocking Wuqing's face, he was pushed and pushed by several strong men, pulling the wound away.

Wuqing raised his head, saw that the person in front of him was Mo Huaijin, and immediately hid from his embrace, politely and gratefully said: "Thank you, Mr. Mo, for your rescue."

Mo Huaijin saw that he just treated herself as an ordinary lifesaver, and a corner of her heart was aching, so she forced a smile and said, "You and I, why should we say thank you?"

As the saint drove away, she also took away most of the people.The bustling and bustling Zhuque Street in the past suddenly fell silent at this moment, only a few people were hawking.

Wuqing looked around, where was his senior brother Wulu?The appointment is to join in the fun with the chasing of the saint of the Huns!

He shook his head helplessly, knowing that senior brother Wulu was so playful, Wuqing would not tell a big lie to take him out to see the prosperity of the capital.

Mo Huaijin saw that his heart was hanging in another place, and he wanted to leave. Regardless of the wound on his shoulder, he was eager to keep him, and said, "Young master, a pot of Biluochun has been dried in the teahouse, but you have to move it away." Go to Pinpin?"

After a few hours, Wuqing was really thirsty.Fortunately, senior brother Wulu is a measured person, and he will definitely not cause any serious trouble, so he felt relieved, and said softly: "Then let's bother Mr. Mo."

Seeing that he agreed, Mo Huaijin was overjoyed.The blood from the wound on his right shoulder slid down the bluestone board bit by bit with his footsteps, and he didn't feel any pain.

The two sat in the teahouse, the boss saw that Mr. Mo came to drink tea again, so he flattered him very much, and said flatteringly, "Mr., is it still the old rules, Biluochun?"

Mo Huaijin nodded.

Just as the boss was about to turn around, he saw Mo Huaijin's sleeves soaked in blood with sharp eyes, and said anxiously, "Mr. Mo, why is your wound still bleeding!"

In the words of the boss, Wuqing realized that Mo Huaijin was injured.He suddenly recalled yesterday that Mo Huaijin was seriously injured in the fight with those burly men, and just now he blocked the impact of the strong men, which must have caused the wound to open.

Mr. Mo was injured one after another because of himself, Wu Qing suddenly felt guilty, sat up from his seat in an instant, and asked the boss anxiously: "Boss, do you have Jinchuang medicine in the store?"

"Yes, yes!" the boss replied, "It's in the wing room in the little man's backyard."

He was a little embarrassed, "There are people coming and going in the hall, which is not conducive to Mr. Mo's healing. If Mr. Mo doesn't dislike it, please move your steps to the backyard."

The boss said something polite and impatient, "Your life is the most important thing, why not care about that lowly land?"

He grabbed Mo Huaijin's sleeve and immediately walked towards the backyard.

Mo Huaijin looked down at the pair of hands that were as delicate and smooth as white jade holding his sleeves, her heart seemed to be flowing with hot spring water, it was extremely warm.

Although the wing room in the backyard is simple, it is full of fireworks.

Wuqing remembered the boss's words, and found Jinchuang medicine on the wooden shelf.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Mo Huaijin's bare shoulders.Wuqing immediately lowered his head, his eyes were all focused on the black boots, he hurriedly put down the medicine, and said, "I see that the wound is not deep, Mr. Mo should take the medicine by himself."

Before Mo Huaijin could speak, Wuqing came out of the wing room and breathed a sigh of relief—it was too hard to be in the same room with a strange man!

Wuqing leaned against the wall, the sun that was about to enter winter was more gentle and lazy, falling on Wuqing's body through the sparse branches, a little lonely.

He rubbed the corners of his sleeves repeatedly, and when he was doing nothing, he realized how attached he was.Usually, as long as you open your eyes in the morning, you will see that Zhi is still on the side of the pillow, and Wuqing will feel an indescribable sense of security.

However, since Zhihuan has not been seen until now, he is a little flustered.

If Zhi Huan appeared at this time, he would definitely tease him that it was like three autumns after a day.

Even if it is teasing Wuqing, he recognizes it, and knowing it is like a mark imprinted in his bones at the same time, which cannot be scratched out or picked off in this life.

Following the sound of the door bolt, Mo Huaijin walked out of the wing, her face rosier than before.He smiled and said, "I'm fine."

When the two returned to the lobby, they heard thunderous applause inside—it turned out that Mr. Qian was talking about the most exciting part.

The boss nodded and bowed and led the two of them to the seats just now.

Mr. Qian took a casual glance from the corner of his eye and saw Wuqing.This appearance is almost the same as the monk he drove out of the teahouse in a rainstorm before!

He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, his whole body was alert, he was afraid that the monk had returned to secular life and came to seek revenge!

Ever since he was punished by the young master, he has not been able to speak for three full months, and he almost lost his dinner guy!Now he laughs at everyone, and never dares to offend others easily.

Mr. Qian patted Xingmu and stammered: "Yuyu...to predict what will happen next, please listen to the next chapter to explain..."

After finishing speaking, he was about to leave, but was stopped by the crowd, and he said dissatisfiedly: "I said, Mr. Qian, you don't even have time for a stick of incense after you talk today!"

"That's right! Everyone here still wants to hear the story of the little grandpa's fame in the battlefield!"

"And dispatching a hundred ghosts in Yangzhou..."

Mo Huaijin saw that the story of the rumored young man was so popular, he couldn't help but smiled at Wu Qing: "It seems that we have missed the most exciting part."

Wuqing saw that Mr. Qian changed his temper after being punished, and rarely said that he knew how to pay back, but he was not used to it for a while.

Sometimes I think that the public opinion in this world is like this, trampling on it without asking the reason, and pursuing it without looking for the reason, all relying on the stories of others without distinguishing the truth from the false.

After realizing this point, Wuqing suddenly became calm, and as if he knew it, he said lightly: "It's just some rumors in the market, don't take it seriously."

Mo Huaijin cast an admiring look, "Young master really has a discerning eye, Huaijin has been taught."

Mr. Qian couldn't stand the people's persuasion. To be precise, he enjoyed the vanity brought by the crowd's praise, and sat back on the grand master's chair.

But as long as he saw Wuqing at a glance, he always felt uncomfortable.In short, the story of the young man couldn't be told anymore, so he clapped his eye-catching again, "Today, this old man will tell a story about the Western Regions."

The grand scene of the Xiongnu saint entering Beijing can be described as shocking. Everyone's impression of the Western Regions seems to be the saint covered by a veil, and they want to lift her mysterious veil and see her beauty.

This new story of Mr. Qian can be said to have touched the hearts of the common people, and everyone bowed their heads and listened intently with bated breath.

"In ancient times, there was an eminent monk in the Western Regions, named Kumarajiva. It is rumored that he was talented and handsome. He could speak at the age of half a year, and he could chant a thousand verses every day at the age of five..."

While Mr. Qian was talking, a big man interrupted rudely: "I am tired of listening to the lectures of Master Kaloye two days ago. Mr. Qian, you will not steal the skills of a monk, and you must Let's preach!"

What he said made Mr. Qian laugh out loud, "This is a good man, I am not here to persuade you, what I want to talk about is the romantic history of Kumarajiva..."

Nothing can arouse people's curiosity more than the thrill of sneaking and making mistakes in the established rules and beliefs. This is the reason why a wife is worse than a concubine, and a concubine is worse than stealing.

As soon as this remark came out, the atmosphere in the teahouse instantly rose.

Wuqing knew about Kumarajiva and respected him very much.Before going out of Buddhism, the Lotus Sutra of Miaofa, which Wuqing recited every day, was translated by this eminent monk.

He just didn't expect that the ink in Mr. Qian's stomach is so rich that even Kumarajiva, who was famous in the past, would dare to spread rumors.

Wuqing showed a trace of disdain and anger, and sat upright. He would like to hear what shocking and weeping stories Mr. Qian can make up.

Mr. Qian took a sip of tea and continued: "The old man once said that this Kumarajiva's skin is like fat, and his appearance is like Pan'an. I'm afraid a fairy in the sky would be inferior. He's got a seat too."

"Such a wonderful person, who can not covet him? At that time, the king of the state of Qin sent a powerful general to destroy Kumarajiva's mother country Kucha in one fell swoop, welcome him back to the state of Qin, and order the general to build a temple for him , just to make him smile. It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and Qin State was taken into Zhao State's pocket within a few years. The general who captured Jiumo to Qin State fled to the border of Liangzhou and established himself as the king of Liangzhou. The King of Liangzhou escorted him from Qiuci to the Qin Kingdom, and accompanied Jiumo day and night, and he had a strong affection for him long ago, so he decided to keep him by his side."

"With the fall of the Qin State, the King of Liangzhou fled with Jiumo all the way. The King of Liangzhou was cruel by nature, and Jiumo tried to escape many times, but he was caught every time. In a rage, the King of Liangzhou sent himself The maidservant of Liangzhou shared the bed with him, destroyed his pure cultivation, and then killed the maidservant who had served Jiumo with a stick. Because the king of Liangzhou would never allow a living person to have skin-to-skin contact with the person he admired."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

Someone couldn't help asking: "Then what happened after that?"

Mr. Qian stroked his beard and said triumphantly: "The King of Zhao State has admired Kumarajiva for a long time, and he took over Qin State for Kumarajiva's sake, but who would have thought that the King of Liangzhou would be a hindrance?"

"The king of the state of Zhao was furious, and his iron cavalry headed northwest all the way to take the fiefdom of the king of Liangzhou. In order to fight for Kumarajiva, the two launched countless wars, large and small, and finally the king of Liangzhou died in the battle. It is heard that in the Before he died, he was still trying to climb towards the temple he built for Jiumo..."

"In the following ten years, Kumarajiva spent the rest of his life in Zhao. The king of Zhao treated him with courtesy, buried his love deeply in his heart, and silently supported his wish to translate scriptures behind him. Buddhist scriptures..."

After the story was told, everyone in the teahouse couldn't get enough of it. They were horrified that three monarchs once waged war for the eminent monk.

Holding the teacup in hand, Mo Huaijin said to Wuqing: "Even though I know what Mr. Qian said is false, I still can't hold back my desire to see Kumarajiva's face."

Wuqing listened to Mr. Qian's arrangement of Buddhist disciples, but finally suppressed his anger.

The Buddha will not forgive this kind of evil person, and one day Mr. Qian will pay the price for his words.

He said: "Kumarajiva should be admired by the world, not be talked about here."

Seeing the faint anger between his brows, Mo Huaijin said, "From your tone, it seems that you are very familiar with Kumarajiva's deeds. Have you ever been a Buddhist believer?"

Before waiting for Wuqing to answer, he only heard his tone add a touch of desolation, and said: "I remember that you are the little monk of Huishan Temple, but you never remember that Mo Huaijin, who was poor and destitute, went to Huishan Temple to beg for food."

The author says:

Me me me me!It really hasn't gone away!Just busy to the nth power! (Not as busy as weekends) ps: Kumarajiva's life can be searched by yourself, in short, don't believe the rumors told by Mr. Qian!