Twilight Cloud Returns

Wuqing's misstep also alarmed the abbot, Master Huijue left the customs early and came to visit.

Seeing that she disturbed Master Qingxiu, Wu Qing felt even more guilty and restless.He got up and was going to get out of bed to greet him, but was stopped by Huijue, "There is no need to see each other like this between master and apprentice."

Although Huijue is more than seventy years old and has a gray beard, he is in good health.

Sitting on the wooden chair, he smiled kindly like the Maitreya Buddha enshrined in the Buddhist hall, and said kindly: "Don't move around again in the near future, so that you can rest."

Wu Qing lowered his eyebrows, "The disciple respectfully obeys Master's instruction."

"Master, there are still some high-quality bruise medicines bestowed by the emperor, and let Wuchen take them and apply them to you."

The more Huijue cared so much, the more uneasy Wuqing became.

The master took him who was abandoned in the ice and snow back to the monastery, and brought him up carefully, but now he has a different heart.Not only did he repeatedly violate the precepts, but he couldn't achieve peace after serving the Buddha for several days, and he was concerned about the people in the world of mortals.

Wuqing's little hand hidden in the sleeve subconsciously squeezed the corner of the quilt tightly.

Wushuang heard in the hall that Senior Brother Wuqing was injured, he swayed the windmill, and like a gust of wind, he rushed into the meditation room, and his childish voice was very eager, "Senior Brother Wuqing!" and threw himself into his arms.

"Brother, why are you still injured?"

Wuqing touched his bald forehead and whispered, "Master is here, why don't you hurry up and salute?"

Only then did Wushuang turn her head, and found that the person sitting there was actually a master whom she hadn't seen for a long time, so she happily threw herself into Huijue's arms again, "Master! You're out of customs!"

Huijue hugged him on her lap, her eyes full of love.

Wushuang was only a six-year-old child, when he saw his master leaving the customs, he turned around and forgot about brother Wuqing's sprained ankle.

He excitedly blew the windmill in his hand that had been repaired by Senior Brother Wuchen, and acted like a baby to Huijue: "Master, can I let the disciple participate in the next ceremony? The disciple will not mess around, and will definitely listen to Senior Brother Wuchen all the time... "

Huijue saw through the child's mind at a glance, "For my teacher, Xiao Wushuang wants to play in the capital."

Wushuang's true thoughts were revealed, he giggled and buried his head in Huijue's arms embarrassingly.

Huijue's eyes fell on the windmill, and Wushuang showed her small eyes, and said cheerfully, "Brother Wuqing bought this for Wushuang! Master, look, isn't it beautiful?"

As soon as he breathed out, the windmill turned again.

Wuqing looked at the windmill, not only was it repaired by Brother Wuchen, but also many sweet-scented osmanthus flowers were painted on the original fan blades which had no pattern.

Wushuang pointed at the sweet-scented osmanthus, "Master, Master, Brother Wuchen even painted the sweet-scented osmanthus from Huishan Temple on it for the disciple. You see, all the disciple's homes are on it."

Xu Shi Wushuang's arrival made the atmosphere in the meditation room liven up instantly.

Huijue has been bored in retreat these days, and was teased by the clever and cute Wushuang and laughed heartily.

It's time for dinner soon.

Wuchen came to ask Huijue to use vegetarian food, and put a pair of crutches in Wuqing's meditation room.

Huijue took Wushuang's hand and asked as he walked, "How is Wushuang's homework?"

Wushuang frowned and replied: "Many disciples don't understand..."

"If you don't understand, you can ask your senior brother Wuqing for more advice. Wuqing is very intelligent, and he has a good memory for the scriptures. In the future, he will be able to explain the scriptures and explain them to all sentient beings."

"Wu Shuang understands."

The conversation between the two became farther and farther away, Wuqing looked at the scriptures that had been memorized by heart on the side of the pillow, his heart was like a boat floating on the sea, and he didn't know where was the other shore.

Magnolia Courtyard.

After Yunying carried Yun Chuxiu back, he remained unconscious and his lips turned black.

Yuwan quickly discovered the location of the disease, she raised Yun Chuxiu's hand wrapped around the white cloth that was stained black with blood, and said anxiously: "Brother is poisoned."

Yunying suddenly realized that it was the feathered arrow with poison on it!

He beat his chest and stamped his feet, very remorseful.Why didn't you realize that the young master was poisoned?

Gu Xiaorui doesn't know Yunying, but seeing how anxious he is for the little prince, he probably isn't a bad person, so put down his guard for now.

After all, the most urgent task is to wake up the little prince.

Gu Xiaorui panicked, "Miss Yuwan, what should I do?"

Yuwan took the pulse for him, and let out a long sigh of relief, "Fortunately, the poisoning is not deep, it only invades the skin, and using some blood-purifying and detoxifying drugs should not cause serious problems."

Yulan Bieyuan is a secret house that the little prince placed in Huishan. He seldom lives here for a long time. Where is there any medicine for purifying blood and detoxifying?

Gu Xiaorui stomped his feet on the spot anxiously, "The little one will ride to the capital and go to the pharmacy to get some medicine."

Yunying grabbed him, "Let me go, my qinggong is faster than your horseback riding."

Yuwan shook her head, "Huishan is located in a remote place in the outskirts of Beijing, no matter how fast the lightness kung fu is, it will take two or three hours to go back and forth, and he is afraid that the poison has invaded the internal organs."

Isn't this announcing that the little prince is waiting to die?

Yunying had a flash of inspiration, "There is a Huishan Temple in the front mountain..."

Before he finished speaking, Yuwan suddenly remembered something important, "Master Huijue!"

She lifted the hem of her skirt, "Yunying quickly follow me to Huishan Temple, brother is saved!"

Yunying hastily left with Yuwan, while Gu Xiaorui and Fat Rong guarded the poisoned Yun Chuxiu.

Huishan Temple.

Wulu was carrying the food to Wuqing's meditation room, when he was approaching the door, he heard the sound of the temple door being pushed open urgently.

"Almsgiver, it's late at night. If you want to offer incense, please come tomorrow." Wulu thought it was some pilgrim, and shouted as he walked.

Wuqing looked outside the door and heard the sound.

Just as Wulu knocked on Wuqing's door, someone grabbed the skirt around his neck suddenly, and the food in his hand almost rolled on the ground in fright.

Immediately after, Yunying appeared behind him, "I don't intend to offend Master, I really have something important to do. Where is Master Huijue?"

Wulu saw how rude this person was, not to mention the fact that there are so many people admiring Master's reputation.As soon as he left the customs, someone came to bother him, but Wulu didn't want to talk about it.

Wuqing recognized Yunying, and rescued him and the little prince in Huishan during the day.A late night visit must be urgent.

Sure enough, Yuwan followed closely behind, out of breath, "Master Wuqing, where is Master Huijue? Brother... the little prince has been poisoned and is in danger!"

Hearing that the little prince's life was in danger, Wuqing suddenly fell from the bed to the ground.

Wulu hurriedly put down the food and stepped forward to help Wuqing.

Wuqing pushed him away, "Brother, quickly take these two benefactors to find Master, the little prince is important!"

Wuqing has always been mild-tempered, Wulu was frightened by his reaction for a while, and he didn't realize that the little prince had been poisoned until Yunying lifted him up.

Wulu hurriedly led the two benefactors to find the master.

Huijue found all the medicines in the temple and gave them to the two of them, kindly saying: "Let me accompany you, I know a little bit about medicine..."

Before the word "shu" could be uttered, Yunying directly took him to the sky with lightness kung fu, and soon landed in the Yulan Courtyard.

Huijue felt very dizzy, and the rapid ups and downs have not slowed down, so he supported Yunying's arm and said: "Benefactor, next time Feitian can tell me in advance..."

Seeing that Master Huijue had arrived, Gu Xiaorui hurriedly invited him in.

After seeing Yun Chuxiu's injury, Huijue handed some medicine to Gu Xiaorui, "Quickly boil it into soup, feed it to the little prince, and your life will be safe."

Gu Xiaorui immediately went to the small kitchen to make medicine.

Wuqing, who is on crutches, is supported by Yuwan, who arrives late.

As soon as Wuqing entered the wing room, he saw the little prince lying on the bed with a pale face and lifeless, his heart ached as if being scratched by a wild cat in the mountains.

Huijue saw that Wuqing was also here, and he knew it, but shook his head helplessly.

Wuqing pursed her lips, lowered her eyes and said, "Master...disciple..."

At this time, Gu Xiaorui walked quickly into the room with the medicine bowl in his hand, "The medicine is ready!"

Yuwan hurriedly fed Yun Chuxiu a drink, and the latter spit out a mouthful of black blood and lay down on the bed again.

Huijue saw that the root of the disease had been cured, and said with relief: "Amitabha, the little prince is fine, and the old monk will leave first."

Yunying sent him back, Huijue's body moved suddenly, the dizzy feeling just now seemed to have not disappeared, and he replied tremblingly: "Benefactor, don't fly this time..."

Yun Ying didn't wait for him to finish speaking, she was already in the air holding his collar.

After busying in the small kitchen, Gu Xiaorui and Yuwan followed the prescription left by Master Huijue and stared at the medicine stove meticulously.

Wuqing is like an invisible person, because of his injured foot, he can't help at all, so he can only stay in front of the little prince's bed.

At dawn, the last bowl of medicine has been cooked.Gu Xiaorui placed the medicine bowl in the middle of the table, his eyelids were so sleepy that he fought countless times.

Wuqing said softly: "Benefactor Gu, let's go to rest. After the little prince wakes up, the little monk just feed him."

Gu Xiaorui yawned, "Then I'll thank you, Master..."

Yuwan was also busy all night.

Wuqing's anger toward her was unknown at first, but now it has dissipated a lot, and he deeply feels that he is narrow-minded.But he still didn't want to think about the relationship between the young prince and her, and even cared a little.If the illusions he knows can make him feel better, Wuqing would rather believe in those illusions.

In the courtyard, Yunying didn't know what to say to Yuwan, Yuwan entered the room and told Wuqing: "Master Wuqing, the little prince is begging you. The little girl still has important matters to deal with in the capital, so leave first."

At the same time, Yunying cupped her hands and said, "Master, please take good care of the young master."

The two left the other courtyard, only Yun Chuxiu and Wuqing who were still unconscious were left in the wing room.

Wuqing guarded him all night, sleepiness had already filled his body, so he lay down beside the bed, and gradually fell into a deep sleep...

After an unknown amount of time, Yun Chuxiu finally woke up.

Brother Huang is really ruthless this time, the poison is strong enough.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the little monk leaning against the bed, sleeping peacefully.

The bruises under his eyes revealed that he hadn't slept all night, Yun Chuxiu couldn't help feeling distressed, and at the same time unconsciously curled the corners of his lips, "Silly little monk..."

Normally, Yun Chuxiu would not dare to touch him, but on the night of the Lantern Festival, he only hugged him, and the scene where he cried and trembled was still vivid in his memory.But now he was sleeping soundly, his slender eyelashes fluttered up and down like light feathers following his breath.

With the beauty at her side, Yun Chuxiu couldn't help stretching out her fingers, probing forward...

His bony fingers covered his cheeks which were as moist as fat, and he stroked them carefully, for fear of waking up Wuqing.

In his sleep, Wuqing felt a wave of heat on his face, full of warmth.He subconsciously put his whole face on it, enjoying the warmth, like a well-behaved cat with its head buried in its owner's palm.

Yun Chuxiu originally only wanted to be a thief, but the young monk's initiative directly stirred his heart.His Adam's apple was sliding up and down unconsciously, and his other hand couldn't help clenching into a fist...