Twilight Cloud Returns

All eyes fell on him. If he wasn't a monk, his appearance and appearance could be described as that of a banished immortal.

Everything seemed to explain itself.

These people are compiling facts that they think are reasonable, "This little monk just disregarded the Dharma and shamelessly became a servant girl with that little prince. We couldn't see his master's deeds being known to us, so he became so angry!"

"Brother said yes!"

"I agree too!"

"I have a friend who is an official in the court and saw it with his own eyes. This monk is right!"

……

Everyone nailed Wuqing to the pillar of shame with every word you said, and there was no room for refutation.

Wuqing felt that he couldn't explain it, and there was a strong smell of blood in his throat.

He clutched his chest that was torn apart by his words and was in pain, and wanted to turn around and leave, but was blocked by several strong men.

"Little Prince Yun harmed the soldiers at the border. Because of his status as a wealthy and noble family, we can't bear him. But you are different, you shameless monk, without his protection, we will punish you for the Buddha !"

I don't know who suggested, "Take off the robes on him! Don't let him insult the Buddhist robes!"

Those strong men took off the navy blue suit and threw it in the hall.

"Throw him into the rainstorm, let God wash his dirty soul!"

Wuqing was kicked into the heavy rain by the strong man, and the bright lightning pierced the dark sky.Bean-sized raindrops hit him immediately, but within a moment, the pure white undershirt was already soaked.

With a tense face, he retorted unrelentingly: "The little prince is not that bad! He has the world in his heart, but you don't know whether you believe it or not, and you believe in the rumors in the market!"

All the mouths of gold, accumulating and destroying bones.

No one listened to Wu Qing's words, instead they sneered and said, "Yo, this little prince is very lucky, he's almost dying, and there's an infatuated young lady in the capital!"

"Hahaha……"

Zhao Darong, who was in the carriage in the distance, had already watched what happened.

Yun Chuxiu removed his arm and ruined his cousin's eyes, all because of this unruly monk.

There was a gloomy look in his eyes, and he ordered his servants, "Beat the monk lying in the rain to death!"

A dozen servants rushed out suddenly, punching and kicking Wuqing.

No one in the wine shop stepped forward to stop him, eating melon seeds and watching the fun, anyway, he deserved what he deserved.

Mr. Qian picked up the clothes, folded them, and sighed: "It's a sin, a sin..."

Wuqing tried to get up again and again, but was firmly pressed to the ground by feet from all directions, unable to move.

Every word the little prince had ever said lingered in his ears.

"Little monk, you are still too young. Whether it is true or not, people in the world only rely on hearsay. In their eyes, the so-called explanation is just a sign of incompetence..."

"Little monk, do you believe me..."

"In this world, there is no one who would listen to little prince Yun..."

No one believed him, no one believed him.

Wuqing was lying on the ground in embarrassment, his fingers gripping the ground tightly, and he owed the little prince, "I believe it."

The mouthful of blood that was choked in his throat finally spit out with a kick towards his stomach.

A strong smell of blood spread between the teeth, and the heavy rain quickly washed away the blood on the ground without leaving a trace.

Wuqing's eyes gradually blurred, and he seemed to see someone coming on horseback in the haze—is it the little prince?

"My lord..."

Wuqing exhausted all his strength to say the last sentence, then passed out immediately.

Gu Xiaorui stepped forward to help Wuqing up in the rain, "Master, wake up, don't scare the little one..."

Chu Mohen's wound hadn't healed yet, he coughed lightly while holding the oil-paper umbrella, and said expressionlessly to a group of attendants behind him: "Send them back to the serving dog."

The attendants got the order, and without any effort, they beat the servants who didn't have real skills to the ground begging for mercy.

Zhao Darong, who was hiding in the dark and was watching the fun, saw that Chu Mohen had come, and he didn't care about the life and death of the servants, so he hurriedly ordered the driver to drive back to the prime minister's mansion, "You damn fast! Don't let Prince Mo find out!" Lord! Hurry up!"

The servant kept chasing after Zhao Darong's carriage, shouting as he ran, "Master, wait a minute!"

Gu Xiaorui carried Wuqing onto the carriage. The latter had a hot forehead, was unconscious, trembling all over, and kept muttering: "I believe...I believe..."

He anxiously said to Chu Mohen: "Prince Mo, Master Wuqing has a high fever, what should I do? If the little prince comes back, he will scold you to death, because he didn't take good care of the master."

Chu Mohen lifted the curtain and said to the servants outside: "Go and invite the doctor!"

By the time Wuqing regained consciousness, it was already late at night.

He opened his eyes dimly, lying in a completely strange place.The wing room is still lit, and it seems that there are always people pacing back and forth distractedly.

Just as Wuqing was about to get up, he heard the conversation of a man and a woman.

Yuwan rushed to Prince Mo's mansion overnight, and asked anxiously, "Prince Mo, how can the little prince be safe?"

Hearing Yuwan's voice, Wuqing was somewhat comforted, but at the same time felt jealous.

Apart from him, there are others who are worried about the safety of the little prince who is far away at the border.

Chu Mohen looked at the battle report with a sad face, "A few days ago, Yanming Pass sent an urgent battle report for [-] miles. In order to lure the enemy into the deep, Chu Xiu personally led a team of elite soldiers. Since then, there has been no news, life and death are uncertain... ..."

Hearing this, Wuqing accidentally fell off the bed, waking up Gu Xiaorui who was watching over him dozing off.

Gu Xiaorui quickly helped him up, "Master, just let me know if you need anything."

Wuqing's movement caught Chu Mohen's attention, he and Yuwan walked quickly to Wuqing's side, and asked with concern, "How do you feel?"

Wuqing's throat was cold, and his voice was hoarse, "Little... I'm fine. Prince Mo, are what you said just now true?"

His anxious expression made Chu Mohen unable to bear to repeat it again.

Wuqing pushed him away, got out of bed and saw the battle report on the table, and fell limp on the pillow instantly.

Is it too late?

Wuqing leaned on the table and was about to go out, Gu Xiaorui hurriedly grabbed him, "Master, it's getting dark, where are you going?"

Wuqing said hoarsely: "Go back to Huishan Temple."

Gu Xiaorui refused to let him go back, "Master, you are still sick. The little boy from Huishan Temple will run for you and tell Master Wuchen that you can rest assured to recover..."

Wuqing pushed his hand away, and staggered towards the door, "I have something to take...I have something to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wuqing fell to the ground with a thud.

In his sleep, he seemed to have returned to Huishan Temple, and vaguely heard Prince Mo talking to his master.

Chu Mohen turned his head to look at Wuqing, and sighed to Huijue: "It was supposed to be the king who took care of the master until he recovered, and then sent him back, but the master kept saying 'I believe', 'I have something to take', This king had no choice but to send him back to Huishan Temple..."

Huijue performed the Buddhist ceremony and thanked: "Amitabha. It is Wuqing's blessing to be rescued by King Moxian. How dare you ask the prince to take care of it himself? Huijue is Wuqing, thank you for your help."

Because Chu Mohen still had important matters to attend to, Wuchen personally sent him out of Huishan Temple and presented him with several scriptures.

Wulu ran back and forth to replace the cool cloth on the forehead of Junior Brother Wuqing, "Junior Brother, please hurry up. When you recover, Senior Brother will definitely make decisions for you and ask Senior Brother Wuchen to apologize to you. There will be another time If he is so angry with you, senior brother will definitely stand by your side!"

Wuqing was lying on the sickbed, and as Chu Mohen said, he kept saying, "I believe...I believe..."

Wuchen came back after sending Chu Mohen off, looked at Wuqing worriedly, and then looked anxiously at Huijue: "Master, this..."

Huijue shook his head, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, evil fate..."

It took more than half a month for Wuqing to suffer from this disease.There are only a handful of days when I am awake, and most of the time I sleep on the couch.Whenever he becomes conscious, he clamors for something.

Wulu thought that his studious younger brother wanted to read the scriptures, so he almost emptied the Buddhist scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion, and Wuqing didn't see a copy.

If he continued to torment him like this, sooner or later, Wulu would become a slender lightning bolt in the sky during the heavy rain that day.

Wushuang wanted to visit him in Wuqing's meditation room several times, but Wuchen took him away every time, and comforted him: "Your brother Wuqing Xijing."

But this can't help the little clever Wushuang.Once he sneaked into Brother Wuqing's room, and the room was filled with the bitter smell of medicine dregs, which almost made him vomit out the vegetarian food he just ate.

He saw Senior Brother Wuqing standing on the stool, groping back and forth on the dusty elevated shelf, feeling very anxious.

Wushuang left the meditation room inexplicably, just bumped into Wuchen, and he told Wuchen senior brother.

Wu Chen took the razor and walked into the room, Wu Qing was already sitting at the table.

"Brother sees that you are bored in your room recently, how about going to the main hall to listen to scriptures?"

Wuqing sat there without saying a word.

"I'm busy praying for blessings, and I don't have time to shave your hair for you. Senior brother is here to help you shave off this excess gray hair."

Just as the razor in Wuchen's hand was about to fall on Wuqing's head, the latter stood up abruptly and replied indifferently: "Thank you, brother, I don't want to shave yet."

Wuqing was gloomy for more than half a month, and finally walked out of the meditation room.

The hottest days of Ji Xia have passed, and there are suddenly many more benefactors who come to worship at Huishan Temple.

Wuqing walked in Huishan Temple with empty eyes, and heard the conversation between the female pilgrim and Wulu.

"Master Wulu, what do you think you need next?"

Wulu clasped his hands together, "Amitabha Buddha. Donors can feel at ease. Every time the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year comes devoutly offering incense, the Buddha will surely see the sincerity of the donor and keep the frontiers safe."

The female pilgrim sighed, "Where are there gods and Buddhas in the world? I'm just asking for psychological comfort. As a general, the little prince died in battle. I and other ordinary people can only sit and wait for the iron horses of the Xiongnu and Yi people to ride all over the capital... ..."

The female pilgrim left disappointed, still muttering in her mouth: "Since I have no skills, why bother to go to Yanming Pass and bear this infamy..."

It was like a solid city in my heart, which collapsed suddenly, and the debris of the wall was everywhere.

In Wuqing's ears, it was like bees that were busy collecting honey in spring, flying back and forth, buzzing.

His heart seemed to have been wandering in the frying pan of the endless hell, and it ached.

Wuqing couldn't wait any longer.

He was alive, but Wuqing couldn't say a word; when he died, Wuqing had to chant sutras for him all the way back to the capital.

The world is safe and secure with the law of both ends, worthy of Tathagata and worthy of Qing?

Take off this robe at the right time and return it to the Buddhist family.

Wuqing turned around resolutely, and happened to run into his master Huijue who had been hiding for several months.