Twilight Cloud Returns

Ever since I said goodbye to the little prince in Yulan Bieyuan, the days have always been boring, and I have moved forward slowly for more than a month.

Wuqing's foot injury has already healed.However, the little prince's love words that day would always sneak into his mind from time to time, completely disrupting his originally clean life.

Because of Master Huijue's departure, there was an endless stream of pilgrims who came to Huishan Temple to pray for blessings.Especially during the days when Master Huijue gave lectures, Huishan Temple was even more crowded.

Wushuang is young and likes to be lively the most.

Every time he prayed, he always sneaked out and played with the little benefactor who was almost the same age as him.

Logically speaking, he should be punished, but Wu Shuangchu is a young novice, and he is still a child, and he is very lively and active.The whole temple, especially Wu Chen, turned a blind eye and pretended not to see, allowing them to play around at their most innocent age.

The most depressing thing for Wulu was when he was killed in Shangsi Festival, he was frightened and passed out by the gangsters, and he couldn't see the scene of Prince Mo rescuing them and showing his heroic appearance.

He had looked up to Prince Mo for a long time and missed this golden opportunity.

So Wulu took advantage of the vegetarian diet to relieve his worries every day, and his waist became round again.

After Wuqing met his master in Yulan Bieyuan, he subconsciously avoided Huijue as if he had done something wrong.

When eating, I will pick a corner that is not easy to be noticed by the master, and try to pick the futon at the threshold when doing homework.Sometimes Huijue called him for something, and Wuqing would always find an excuse to ask Wulu to do it for him.

Wulu noticed his abnormality.On that day, outside the main hall, he asked cautiously: "Junior Brother, why do you always hide from Master? But Master has admonished you recently?"

Wuqing didn't know how to answer, and was thinking of an excuse to get rid of Wulu's questioning, Wushuang excitedly ran over with the windmill, hugged Wulu's calf, stalked and coquettishly said: "Wulu senior brother, Wushuang wants to go to the capital..."

Wulu thought he was a child at heart, so he casually coaxed: "Wu Shuang is still young, when Wu Shuang grows up, can senior brother take you there?"

Wushuang didn't know what stimulated her, so she just sat on the ground and said resentfully, "Not good!"

The sudden temper caught Wuqing and Wulu by surprise.

Wuqing squatted down, trying to tickle his nose to make him happy, but was pushed away by Wushuang, shaking Wulu's legs, and continued to cling: "Brother, you can take Wushuang to the capital to see... …Wu Shuang also wants to watch the Lantern Festival, hears that Mr. Shu tells stories, and also wants to eat delicious pastries..."

Wu Lu was ashamed, he said to Wu Qing embarrassedly: "It's all my brother's fault... I'm quick to talk, I told Wu Shuang all the interesting things in the capital, I didn't expect to arouse his interest..."

Wuqing shook his head helplessly, pointing to the windmill in Wushuang's hand, and said patiently: "Young brother, look, this windmill is so fun. Can you blow it with me, brother?"

When mentioning the windmill, Wushuang was even more upset. He threw it on the ground and lost his temper, saying: "The windmill is not beautiful at all! The windmills of those little benefactors are more beautiful than mine!"

"I'm going to the capital! I'm going to the capital!"

When the two were helpless, Wuchen appeared behind Wushuang with a sullen face.

He bent down to pick up the dust-stained windmill, lifted Wushuang who was playing a child's mind on the ground, and shouted angrily: "Brothers, have you indulged you too much recently! If you don't recite the scriptures well, let yourself go!" You went out to have fun with the little benefactor, and you have so many thoughts! Don’t eat today’s dinner, go copy the scriptures!”

Wu Chen never said harsh words to Wu Shuang, and the latter burst into tears in fright.

Wulu wanted to comfort him, but was scolded by Wuchen, "Don't bother him!"

Wushuang's crying gradually died down, turning into sobs of grievance.He quietly looked at Wuchen with eyes full of tears, and pulled his sleeve with his small hand, as if there was a stone stuck in his throat, he couldn't say a complete sentence: "Wu...Wuchen...senior brother...Wushuang... ... Wushuang went... to copy scriptures..."

Wuchen took his little hand which he used to wipe away his tears, and led him to the chanting hall without saying a word.

Wushuang's still sobbing voice gradually faded away, Wulu patted his own mouth, and said harshly: "If you talk too much in the future, you will be spared!"

Wuqing felt that Junior Brother Wushuang was very pitiful.

He looked up at the little benefactors who were turning windmills to offer incense—at the same age, the little benefactors had no worries about food and clothing and went to school; while Wushuang could only eat fast and chant Buddha together with monks like them.

When his thoughts were sad, a sneaky pilgrim walked to the front of the main hall, hid behind the pillars, and whispered timidly: "Wu...Master Wulu..."

Wulu has good ears, but when he looked back, he was still an acquaintance.

"this is not……"

Xiao Zhongzi hastily made a silent gesture, and Wulu immediately remained silent.

Wuqing also recognized this person, who was the eunuch benefactor who asked Brother Wulu to pray for the frontier family when they were in the palace.

The two stepped forward, Xiao Zhongzi pulled them to a place where there were few people.

Wulu joked: "The benefactor took off his palace clothes and changed into the clothes of the benefactor's house, which made me think about it for a long time."

Xiaozhongzi took out the money bag from his waist, and handed all the silver taels that he had accumulated scattered in the palace over the years into Wulu's hands, sniffling, with a cry in his voice: "Master, please help Xiaozhongzi again. Bar……"

As he was about to kneel down, the two quickly helped him up.

Wulu is just a monk, Xiao Zhongzi is so serious about it, it makes him a little afraid that he can't do it with his own ability.

As a Buddhist disciple, one should cultivate good roots, accumulate blessings, remove karmic obstacles, and save sentient beings.

Seeing that the benefactor was in great pain, Wu Qing immediately asked, "What's the matter with the benefactor? I will definitely do my best to help."

Xiao Zhongzi wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Masters don't know something, Yan Ming Pass, there is another war."

Yanming Pass is the dividing line between the Zhou Dynasty and the Xiongnu, and to the north is the vast desert, the territory of the Xiongnu and Yi people.

"My elder brother was originally a pawn on the frontier. A few years ago, his family was poor and he had to go to the front line to earn a living by beheading his head, so I entered the palace."

Xiao Zhongzi became more and more excited as he spoke, "Brother, how can he have strong skills? But there is a shortage of soldiers on the front line, so he was forcibly recruited away, and now he is camping outside, ready to resist the attack of the Huns at any time. This swordsman has no eyes, what can brother do?" Is good?"

As he said, he put the money bag in Wulu's hands, "Master, I'm just a lowly slave, without power, power or ability. I heard that Huishan Temple is the most effective, and there is Master Huijue in charge, I beg you, Can you help me pray for my brother? Don’t ask for big money to make contributions, but bless him for his safety.”

Wulu pushed the money back, and Xiao Zhongzi said anxiously: "Master, it's not enough? Can you give me a few more days before I go back to the palace to borrow..."

"Amitabha," Wulu put his hands together and said solemnly, "There will be countless casualties in a war. As a Buddhist, it is only natural for the monk to pray for the frontline soldiers. , the monk will do it himself."

Xiao Zhongzi burst into tears of gratitude, "If brother is safe, I will definitely come to Huishan Temple to thank Master for his great kindness."

After he put away the money bag, he was about to present his elder brother's birthday.

Wulu waved his hand and said with a smile, "Young monk remembers. But Wei Guoan, the first day of the seventh month of the Gengzi Year?"

Xiao Zhongzi gave a thumbs up and said in admiration, "As expected of a master, that's exactly what it is."

Hearing the boast of others, Wulu was very proud, and asked casually, "Why is there another war at Yanming Pass?"

"Alas..." Xiao Zhongzi sighed, "I don't know much about it either. I only heard the rumors that the new king of the Huns, Mo Chunchanyu, was fierce and brutal, and he was very warlike. , commit no evil."

"Which general will the DPRK send to fight?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Xiao Zhongzi scoffed.

"Master, as we all know, since I fought against the Xiongnu in the 30th year of the Great Zhou Dynasty, how can I have any generals available? As long as the Holy Lord appoints a general, I don't have to worry about my brother's safety!"

Although Wu Qing didn't understand the major affairs of the country, he could also hear that the situation of this battle was not optimistic, and his brows could not help but be stained with worry.

"Now the front court and the harem are exhausted physically and mentally by this, tired of governing the slaves. Why don't I find a chance to go out and come to Huishan Temple to ask the master to pray for my brother?"

Wulu clenched his fists, "Don't worry, benefactor, I don't have the ability to be next to this little monk. This part of chanting scriptures and praying will definitely be done for Wei benefactor. Let me express my condolences to the frontline soldiers."

Wulu personally sent Xiao Zhongzi out of Huishan Temple.

Wuqing stood in the main hall, listening to the chanting words of the pilgrims, most of which were about the war.

He also couldn't help reciting the scriptures softly, hoping that the Buddha could hear his voice, bless Da Zhou, and kill less.

The Yanming Pass was uneasy, and the people who came to Huishan Temple to pray for blessings also broke through the threshold.

After Huifee found out, he exempted the money for the sesame oil, and led all the disciples to chant scriptures and pray for blessings with lay believers.

Up and down the week, everyone's hearts were hanging on the frontier fortress.

On this day, Huishan Temple was resting and did not receive pilgrims, but some people came in through the temple gate in a big way.

Wuqing was hugging Wushuang to smell the scent of osmanthus in the temple, Wushuang broke off a branch, imitating the appearance of the female benefactor in the temple before putting flowers in a bun, put the osmanthus behind Wuqing's ear, and said with a smile: "Wow, senior brother, you Even more beautiful than those female benefactors!"

Wuqing was so happy to play with him, took off the sweet-scented osmanthus from his ears, and lightly scratched the bridge of his little nose, "Don't tease senior brother!"

Osmanthus fragrans fluttered down on the two of them one after another, and one fell on Wuqing's eyebrows.

If you get a beauty like this, this life is enough.

The otherworldly smile and the sky-filled petals complement each other, and the scene of the two playing and playing freely falls into Yun Chuxiu's eyes.

He raised his sword eyebrows, raised his feather fan, and joked: "I never thought that the little monk is good at taking care of children besides chanting scriptures and praying."

Wu Qing followed the prestige and found that it was the prince who had been away for a long time.

He put down Wushuang, and his nose felt a little sore.

Wushuang didn't know Yun Chuxiu, so she asked innocently, "Senior Brother Wuqing, who is this benefactor?"

Yun Chuxiu walked up to Xiao Wushuang, without any airs of a prince, and hugged him in her arms, "Let me guess, you should be Wushuang?"

Wushuang exclaimed: "Benefactor, you actually know that the monk is Wushuang!"

Yun Chuxiu teased him, "This king not only knows that you are Wushuang, but also knows that you have a fun windmill."

Wushuang's eyes widened, and she tugged at Wuqing's sleeve, "Senior brother, it's a fairy! The fairy benefactor has descended to earth!"

Wuqing frowned, "Wushuang, this is Little Prince Yun, don't be rude."

Wushuang didn't care about the lord or not, she already called out "Brother Immortal".

When Prince Yun came to Huishan Temple, all the monks in the temple came out to welcome him.

He put the cute little Wushuang on the ground, snapped his fingers, and the servants who followed him carried more than a dozen boxes into the temple.

Wushuang climbed up the box playfully, and asked curiously, "Brother Immortal, what's in it?"

The author says:

Wushuang: What's in the box?

Little Prince: Marry you with the dowry gift from Senior Brother Wuqing

Xiaoan:? ? ?Don't worry, my lord!Not there yet!