Twilight Cloud Returns

More than a month has passed since the last assassination. Huishan Temple was originally a centuries-old temple. This time, it became even more famous because it presided over the ritual ceremony of the imperial palace. Pilgrims came to worship and pray for blessings in an endless stream every day.

Wu Chen's injury has healed, and he claimed that the hand injury was done by a thief, but Wu Qing did not expose it.

Master Huijue has not yet left the customs. As the most experienced monks in Huishan Temple, Wuchen and Wulu are in charge of the temple. Wulu is really complaining.

After Wuqing came back, he quietly opened the brocade box, except for the spring shirt that day, and the fake bun he wore before.

He immediately closed the brocade box in a panic, and the only sound echoing in his mind was the words that the little prince said that day when he was taking a nap in the Yulan Pavilion - little monk, I will wait for you to return to vulgarity.

A mind without clarity is like a mess of hemp, which cannot be cut and straightened out.

He didn't know how to deal with it, so he simply placed the brocade box on an elevated shelf where no one could see it.

Just thinking of the little prince, he fell into deep worry—is the little prince in good health?Will the little prince be implicated if Prince Mo takes the thief away?

Since this month, there has been no clear food or drink.

On that day, Wuqing was sweeping in the hall.

Accompanied by a clear and melodious "Senior Brother Wuqing", the six-year-old Wushuang held a windmill, jumped like a little rabbit, ran into the hall, and hugged Wuqing's thin and weak legs.

Wuqing bowed his waist and took a silent posture, his eyes shone with love and compassion, "Don't disturb the purity of the Buddha."

The little Wushuang knelt down solemnly to salute the Buddha in the middle of the main hall, and then dragged Wuqing out of the hall.

Wuqing put down the broom, touched his bald head with a small hand, "Why do you want to find senior brother?"

Wushuang raised the windmill in his hand, the fan blades were crumbling, and he was a little depressed, "Senior Brother Wuqing, the windmill was broken by me..." Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke.

He liked the windmill gifted to him by senior brother Wuqing so much, he no longer had to watch helplessly as the little benefactor of his age played while he didn't have one.

Now that she was spoiled by herself, Wushuang kept sniffling aggrievedly.

Wuqing comforted him, and took the windmill with a look of embarrassment on his face - he only knows scriptures, and is not good at repairing such objects.

"This……"

Wu Chen came over at the right time, took a general look at the broken windmill, and hugged Xiao Wushuang in his arms, his eyes were full of love, "How about handing over the windmill to Brother Wuchen? Brother Wuchen promises to give you one tomorrow." Brand new and nice looking windmill."

Wushuang stared at her watery eyes in surprise, and asked in a childish voice, "Really?"

Wu Chen's other big hand pinched Wu Shuang's cheek, "Senior brother, why did you ever lie to you?"

"Great! Wushuang has a windmill again!" Wushuang immediately became active.

Wuchen put him down, and urged: "Go to your other senior brothers to learn the scriptures, don't be distracted anymore."

Wushuang replied while running: "Wushuang will definitely recite it well..."

Wuqing was a little surprised, he didn't expect brother Wuchen to be good at repairing windmills.

Seeing Wuqing's surprised expression, Wuchen lowered his head and focused on the damaged windmill, and suddenly showed a relaxed and happy smile, and said, "Before I became a monk, I had a wife and a son. The naive child was naughty, and he often broke his wife for him. I bought a windmill. But there was a shortage of money at home, and in order not to disappoint my child, I learned how to repair windmills."

This is the first time Wuqing heard Senior Brother Wuchen call himself "I", and it was also the first time Wuqing heard him mention the mundane things in the past.

For some reason, Wuqing always felt that the ease in that smile was not sincere, and what was buried deep down was the enduring grief and hatred.

"Forget it." There was a hint of hoarseness in Wuchen's voice, "Master hopes that senior brother can forget the world of mortals, but senior brother brings up those past events for no reason."

He raised the windmill in his hand, and returned to the old demeanor of the senior brother of Huishan Temple, "Senior brother, go help Wushuang junior brother first."

Wuqing picked up the broom again and entered the hall to continue sweeping.

Facing the golden Buddha statue on the lotus pedestal, Wuqing's heart could not be calm for a long time.He found that senior brother Wu Chen was becoming more and more elusive, as if he was carrying a heavy secret.

Wuqing sighed and shook his head. After returning from the capital, he felt that he had a lot of emotions and desires.

The next day, the sky was clear and the wind was gentle.

Wuqing woke up very early, today he was supposed to be on duty to go to the back mountain to collect firewood, but because he was always weak, his seniors often took turns to take turns to be on duty for him.

Wuqing felt very sorry, and he also felt that after experiencing so many dangers, he should be able to complete the duty task alone.

While the rest of his senior brothers were still sound asleep, Wuqing quietly set off from Huishan Temple with a bamboo basket on his back.

But Wuqing really overestimated himself.

The stone steps leading to the back mountain are covered with moss and slippery.If you don't pay attention to your feet, you will slip and fall and fall into the mud.

Except for the last time he went to the capital, Wuqing seldom went out, and it was difficult for him to walk on the rugged and slippery mountain road.

The sun was gradually rising, Wuqing was only focused on finding firewood, and forgot the way to turn back; before there was no firewood in the bamboo basket, he was already out of breath.

He stopped, and gently wiped the sweat from his brow with the corner of his sleeve.Looking over the lush and straight trees, looking at the high hanging sun, it is already past the time for morning classes.

Now that it happened, and found that he has not returned, the brothers must be anxious.

But Wuqing circled around, except for trees, trees, without any sense of direction.

He complained in his heart that he was useless, he would trouble the little prince in the capital, and he would trouble his brothers in Huishan Temple.Angry and anxious, he didn't step carefully, was slipped by the naughty moss, and rolled down the stone steps.

The few sticks of firewood in the bamboo basket were also scattered on the ground with him.

Wuqing's pale, sweaty cheeks were smudged with a pink color caused by anger.

He got up angrily, not paying attention to the dust on his navy blue robe, and picked up firewood again.

This rolling didn't matter, but he found a lot of dry wood suitable for lighting a fire.

Wuqing was no longer annoyed immediately, and walked along the road while picking up good firewood.

It's just that with this turn, it is getting farther and farther away from Huishan Temple.

The bamboo basket behind him was already full, and Wuqing felt thirsty and hungry, and just wanted to drink water to moisten his throat.

Looking back, there are dense trees on top of each other.

Coincidentally, at this time, Wuqing heard several sounds that sounded like a tiger yawning in the forest.

He heard from senior brother Wu Chen that there are many wolves, tigers and leopards in Huishan, who can eat people without paying for their lives; the cats alone are bigger than people.

Wuqing was instantly startled by the cry.

With his heart hanging in the air, he tried to lighten his steps as much as possible, and then quickened his pace.

He also didn't care about getting lost or not, so he left here first before making plans.

As the saying goes, there is no way out when there is no way out, and there is another village where the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.

Wuqing was walking, and a mansion suddenly appeared in front of him.

On the plaque of the mansion, it says "Yulan Bieyuan" in elegant characters.

Wuqing's thoughts suddenly drifted to the Yulan Pavilion in the inner courtyard of the palace.

It seems that the benefactor of this family has the same preferences as the little prince!

In Wuqing's heart, for no reason, because of the word magnolia, he felt a sense of intimacy with this strange land.

While the mind was drifting, the terrifying cry became clearer and clearer from far to near, as if it was close at hand.

Wuqing's cold fingertips unconsciously moved closer to his palm, hesitating in front of the gate of Yulan Bieyuan.

Maybe he was spoiled by the young prince's dissolute temperament, Wuqing also didn't care about the etiquette of those monks, his footsteps trembled a little, he quietly pushed open the gate of Yulan Bieyuan, and came in to take refuge.Then the door bolt was dropped, for fear that the beast would follow after smelling human scent.

Wuqing felt relieved, and was attracted by the scenery of the other courtyard as soon as he turned around.

Although it is already April, the temperature in the mountains is low, and the magnolias in the courtyard are full of shy stamens, which are not yet in full bloom, and are still waiting for the arrival of warmth.

Wuqing thought it over, when the master comes out, he will borrow some flower seeds, give them to the little prince, and plant them in the Yulan Pavilion.The little prince doesn't have to look at the dilapidated scenery every day and feel sad.

There is a grape trellis in the corner of the courtyard, and there are rocking chairs woven with autumn vines under it, and the best Yuqian Longjing is drying on the stone table beside it.

Although Wuqing didn't know what kind of tea it was, he only felt the fragrance of the tea was like a spring breeze passing by, refreshing.The thirst just now surged up again.

Wu Qing couldn't help swallowing, her wet tongue moistened her dry lips with saliva.

Carrying a bamboo basket full of firewood on his back, he calmed down, cleared his throat, and shouted into the house with the door tightly closed: "The little monk is Wuqing from Huishan Temple. He entered this house by mistake to avoid wild animals. I am bothering you, but please Lord forgive me."

After Wuqing shouted, no one responded.

Is there no one living here?

His gaze rested on those delicate and charming white magnolias again.

If there is no one, how can they take care of it so well?

Probably the master did not hear him.

So Wuqing raised the volume and shouted again: "The little monk is Wuqing from Huishan Temple. He strayed into this house to avoid wild beasts. It's a lot of trouble, but please forgive me."

Yun Chuxiu rested her head on her hands, her collar was half open, and she was half lying on the couch, taking a nap when she suddenly heard the voice of the little monk.

He lazily opened his eyes, and a sly look flashed across his eyes - the person he was thinking of had finally visited today.

Seeing that the door of the room had not been opened, Wuqing thought that there was no one in the courtyard, so she turned and left the front of the room.

He was once again attracted by the fragrant tea.

No matter how good self-cultivation is, it can't match people's primitive desires.

Wuqing thought that no one was around anyway, so he secretly took a sip to quench his thirst.

After the brother finds him and returns to the temple, he will pray for the owner of this other courtyard, chant scriptures, and copy the prayer flags to express his gratitude.

Wuqing tiptoed towards the stone table, and picked up the sapphire porcelain teacup with magnolia flowers on the table, the tea was still steaming.

Wuqing took a closer look and smelled it this time, the tea was rich in fragrance, it was really comforting.

He raised his head and drank it like a thirsty ghost.

The aftertaste of the tea fragrance lingers on the lips, which is simply unfinished.

Wuqing knew that he had done something wrong, so he didn't dare to take another drink.

He put the teacup back to its original place, picked up the teapot also decorated with magnolia to refill it, put his hands together reverently in front of the teacup, and said something in his mouth: "Amitabha, I have sinned. I will pray for your kind master when I go back. ..."

Yun Chuxiu had already quietly pushed open the door and leaned against the pear wood door frame.All of Wuqing's movements fell into his eyes.

I haven't seen him for more than a month, but this little monk is really the same as in the past - hard-spoken, but honest.

Yun Chuxiu purposely snapped his fingers, and the familiar and wild voice suddenly sounded behind Wuqing: "Where did the little monk come from to act so boldly?"

Wuqing's body trembled involuntarily...

He couldn't believe that the little prince who was supposed to be grounded in the Yulan Pavilion actually appeared here at this time, his nose felt a little sore for a while, and he didn't dare to turn his head to face the little prince.

Seeing that the little monk didn't look back at him, Yun Chuxiu stepped forward quickly, unloaded the heavy bamboo basket from his shoulders, wiped off the dust on his body, and teased him: "Why, don't you dare to steal my tea?" Looking at me straight?"