Twilight Cloud Returns

The next day, the whole country mourned together.

The first emperor only reigned for five years and had no heirs. Except for one concubine from the Huns, the rest of the harem were lowly concubines such as Cainu and talented people, and there was no mention of any heirs.

Ever since, the candidate for the new emperor fell on the prestigious first-class loyal and brave man.

To the astonishment of the world, Yun Chuxiu stated in court that his qualifications were too low to be up to the important task, and he strongly recommended King Moxian to temporarily take charge of the world's political affairs and military horses as the only regent of the dynasty.

As soon as this statement came out, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty had no objection.The feudal officials in the affluent places in the south of the Yangtze River and the border gates of Liangzhou immediately expressed their support for the regent.Seeing that the general trend has been settled, the rest of the states naturally dare not speak more.

The news soon spread to Huishan Temple.

Wuqing led the horse to the stable, and sat aside in a daze for a moment.

Every word Zhi Huan said last night in the city tower is still lingering in his ears at this moment, every word hurts his heart.As soon as the key was released at the palace gate, he left the imperial city straight away.

After riding for a while, he returned to Huishan Temple unknowingly.

Leaving Zhihuan, he has nowhere to go in this huge capital except Huishan Temple.

Recalling this, a bleak self-deprecating smile floated on Wuqing's lips—betrayed the Buddha, but now he can only come back to linger on his last breath.

Wuqing raised his head and looked at the Zen room that was close at hand, but he didn't dare to set foot in it after all. He had no face to enter Huishan Temple again, and he didn't want to pollute Buddha Qingting.

Just when Wulu was picking firewood and returning to the temple, he saw Wuqing sitting alone at a glance.He immediately put down the firewood, ran over in a hurry, and helped Wuqing up, "It's so cold outside, and you just sit on the stone steps like this, brother, I think you're too dead..." Wulu brushed off the flowers for him The dust on the clothes, while thinking, "Why don't you go to the hall when you come back? Have you ever used meals?"

Wulu's trivial nagging like a family member directly knocked down all the proud defenses that Wuqing had built in his heart, and all the grievances that he had been known to despise and neglected for the past few days poured out at this moment, and he fell on Wulu's shoulder and wept uncontrollably .

Even if Wulu is a monk and doesn't understand the love of children in the world, seeing Wuqing's situation at this moment, he understands a thing or two in his heart.

He sighed lightly, patted Wuqing's back lightly like his master coaxing him to sleep when he was young...

For more than ten days, Wuqing stayed in Huishan Temple.

The days seemed to go back to the past, with the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns and the sound of Buddhist scriptures; it seemed that it would never go back again, and the heart was like waves, magnificent and magnificent.

Wuqing sat on the futon at the farthest corner of the hall, reciting scriptures with his eyes closed.At some point, Wuchen sat beside him.

Wu Chen clasped his hands together, looked devoutly at the golden Buddha statue, and said, "Amitabha, it will be good when you come back."

Wuqing opened her bloodshot eyes, and her deep voice was mixed with an imperceptible sour nasal sound, "Brother, Qinger regrets not listening to what you said sooner..."

"The love of princes and nobles is the biggest lie in this world."

Wuchen originally had a belly full of words, but now that he heard Wuqing's remarks, he couldn't say a single word... He wanted to comfort Wuqing who was scarred in his heart, but even he knew that he was about to say something Words of consolation, even I don't believe it.

For a long time, Wuchen finally failed to say a word.

The hall was filled with a rare silence, but it was the lively and playful Xiao Wushuang who broke the hard time.

He flung himself into Wuqing's arms strangely, and said coquettishly, "Senior Brother Wuqing, why didn't Brother Shenxian come to pick you up... Last time Brother Shenxian said that next time he would take Wushuang to play in the capital... ..."

Tong Yan Wuji, Wushuang naturally does not know.But childish simple and simple words can hurt people's hearts the most.

Wu Chenxuan was about to hug Wushuang back into his arms, with a sullen face, and scolded: "As a disciple of Buddhism, my mind is full of eating, drinking and having fun, how can I serve my Buddha? I will punish you to copy the Heart Sutra a hundred times to purify your mind!"

Wushuang was rejected again and again, and she was unhappy at such a young age.Now being reprimanded by senior brother Wuchen, his temper immediately came up, and he ran to the chanting hall crying, picked up a pen and ink and copied the scriptures while wiping his tears, causing the senior brothers in the temple to coax him again and again.

Wuchen didn't mean to reprimand him, but he was afraid that his words would make Wuqing sad again, but seeing his cute face covered with pen and ink, a loving smile could not help but float on the corners of his lips.

He looked at the scene where the monks were amused by Wushuang, and said slowly to Wuqing: "Junior brother, do you know why senior brother hates those members of the royal family so much?"

This is the second time that senior brother Wuchen mentioned the past to himself. The last time he had a happy smile on his face, but now, there is only endless hatred left.

I saw Wuchen looking back, sitting upright, and said: "Before I entered the Buddhist gate, I was a carpenter, a wife and a son in the frontier, and my life was very happy. But if it wasn't for the disaster of war, why would I end up here and live forever! , I will never forget that massacre that almost massacred the city!" He changed his subject abruptly, and his eyes added a little sternness, "It was still the 30th year of Shenghe, and the Great Zhou fought against the Huns, and the people were in dire straits. The iron cavalry of the Huns Straight into Liangzhou, burning, killing, looting, committing all sorts of crimes. My wife and son were stabbed in the throat by those beasts, and when I got home, their blood had already stained the windmill at home..."

Wuchen clenched his fists under the capacious robe, and the veins on his forehead bulged, "The foreign thieves are tyrannical, but those in power only care about themselves. The governor of the state handed over the border to others! He fled in a hurry and was caught by the people, who said that it was the emperor of the capital who wanted him to abandon Liangzhou and retreat to other states!"

"If all the officials seek their own government, even if the foreign enemy is strong, how can such a disaster happen! My family will not lose their lives in vain!"

As soon as Wu Chen's angry and impassioned words fell to the ground, the clear bell of Xiaoshi in the temple rang at the right time, as if sending the last mourning for his innocent wife and son who died tragically.

The previous tranquility was restored in the hall, but the mood could not be peaceful.Wuqing only speculated that Senior Brother Wuchen might have some obscure past, but he never expected such pain.

He lightly held Brother Wuchen's hand, and said distressedly: "Brother, everything is over..."

Wuchen looked up, tears of regret streaming down his face.He hated himself for being incapable, now he could only hide behind the Buddha, trying to forget the pain.

He held Wuqing's hand instead, and said earnestly: "Qing'er, senior brother has already lost his family once. Senior brother never wants to lose anyone in Huishan Temple. Since you have broken your relationship with that cold person, then listen to senior brother's advice." , stay here without distractions, and let senior brother take good care of you..."

Looking at the earnest eyes of the senior brother, Wuqing couldn't answer for some reason.

Even though he said words of abandoning love and abandoning love, only he himself knew that every morning when he got up, he would always go to the temple gate to see if he had changed his mind and came to take him home...

Seeing that Wuqing didn't say anything, Wuchen finally realized: "Qing'er, don't you still have feelings for him?"

"I..." Wuqing hesitated, but he couldn't say the word "no" no matter what...

There was an endless stream of pilgrims from the capital who came to pray and offer incense in the afternoon, and the temple gradually became noisy. The pilgrims who came to invite Wuchen to pray broke the stalemate between the two.

Seeing that Wuchen was invited away, Wuqing breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he didn't dare to look at the Buddha. The compassionate smile of the Buddha seemed to be mocking his ignorance, and also seemed to be blaming him for his betrayal...

Wuqing only dared to stay in this corner, he listened to the conversations of the pilgrims, one of the women said: "I heard that after three days of the late emperor's march, the young man invited himself to Liangzhou to fight off the enemy."

Another woman praised: "Young Lord is a benevolent and righteous man in the world. He defeated the Huns last time, and this time he will definitely kill those untrustworthy Huns!"

Unexpectedly, the woman spat on the ground, and said disdainfully: "You really treat yourself as a young prince for the sake of Da Zhou? It's just that you are angry at the crown and become a beauty! His old friend, Huakui Yuwan, was killed by the Xiongnu, how could he not?" Revenge for this?"

"That's all... It doesn't matter whether it's national hatred or family hatred, as long as the two countries can stop the war, I don't have to worry about my bloody nephew..."

The conversation between the two women fell into Wuqing's ears without saying a single word, as soon as the latter heard that he was about to go to the battlefield again, he immediately stood up from the futon, walked quickly to the woman, and said quickly: " When will the young master leave the capital?"

The sudden appearance of Wuqing made the women startled, if they hadn't seen his handsome appearance, the women would not have paid any attention to such a rude man.

She said impatiently: "It should be a few days. Everyone in the capital knows about it. Are you a refugee who fled to Beijing? The news is so closed..."

Everyone knows it, but he doesn't.

Even if Zhi still loathes him to the extreme, he will definitely see him.

Wuqing immediately went to the stables in the backyard to lead the horses, so he could go back before nightfall.

Wu Chen, who was entertaining the pilgrims, saw Wu Qing leading the horse out, and heard the war discussed by the benefactors, so he understood.He left the pilgrim, stepped forward to stop Wuqing, and said angrily: "If you go back this time, it will hurt your heart, so don't go back to Huishan Temple in the future! Huishan Temple can't tolerate a restless person like you! "

The rest of the senior brothers saw that the senior brother was very angry, they all stopped what they were doing, and looked at each other in blank dismay.Wulu just wanted to come up to persuade him to make peace, but was stared back by Wuchen.

At this moment, Huijue staggered out of the Zen room with a Zen stick.

Seeing that Master Huijue, who had been in seclusion for many days, came out of the mountain, everyone clasped their hands together and said, "Master."

Huijue stretched out his old hand, patted Wuchen's head lovingly, and said with a smile, "Wuchen, you senior brother, how can you be peaceful?"

Huijue is all too familiar with Wuchen's past.

He looked sideways at Wuqing, with tears in his eyes, "Qing'er, you have to remember, as long as you have kindness in your heart, no matter when, no matter where you are, you will be a follower of the Buddha forever."

Unclear tears fell down, and Master's words would always guide him at critical moments.He tightly held his master's withered but unusually gentle hands, and only heard his master whisper: "Sometimes things in the world are like this cloud-shrouded hilltop. The world only sees the smoke and the green pines in it. Qing'er, do you understand? "

Wuqing nodded, "Master, if Qing'er owes you in this life, I will honor you in the next life in return for your kindness in nurturing me."

Huijue smiled affectionately and said, "Go quickly, child..."

Wuqing immediately got on his horse and rode away...