Twilight Cloud Returns

"Master." Wuqing put his palms together and respectfully said.

Huijue smiled kindly: "Wuqing no longer hides as a teacher?"

Wuqing put down his hands and said calmly, "I won't hide anymore."

Huijue turned around and entered the Daxiong Palace, sitting cross-legged on the futon, "Since you don't hide anymore, let's come in as a teacher."

Wuqing followed behind him, looking up at the dignified and solemn Buddha in the center—his right palm was upright, facing Wuqing, and a kind smile faintly appeared on the Buddha statue.

In the past, Wuqing never dared to face up to the Buddha, thinking that his palm would stretch out suddenly, and he would throw Wuqing into the most miserable hell in the scriptures, and punish him for thinking what he shouldn't have.

Even now, he dares to straighten his back and sit piously at the Buddha's feet.

Huijue closed his eyes, as if resting his mind.

Wuqing didn't dare to make a big commotion, and meditated silently on the spot.

"Wuqing," Huijue suddenly said kindly, "How do you understand Buddha?"

Wuqing thought for a while, then blurted out, "Cultivate the roots of goodness, accumulate blessings, remove karmic obstacles, and cross sentient beings."

Huijue opened his eyes and shook his head, "There are too many explanations, just one word."

"One word?" Wu Qing was puzzled.

Huijue turned to look at him, and said meaningfully: "Good."

"good?"

Huijue flicked the Buddhist beads in his hand, "A good person is the foundation of all deeds and the foundation of all nature. Whether lay believers or Buddhist disciples, what we regard as gods is the only word good from beginning to end."

Wuqing repeated the word in his heart.

Huijue stopped what he was doing, stretched out his shriveled hand, stroked Wuqing's hair-rooted head, and said kindly, "Wuqing, I still remember how my teacher commented on you and Wuchen. ?”

Wuqing replied honestly: "Master often says that disciples have the most wisdom roots, and brother Wuchen has the most Buddha karma."

"That's it." Huijue taught, "The person with the most wisdom root often does not necessarily have a destiny with my Buddha, but when the fate comes, even if the wisdom root has not been cultivated, he can escape into Buddhism."

Huijue stood up suddenly, and Wuqing followed suit.

I saw Huijue bowed slightly, and made a Buddhist salute to Wuqing, "Alms, let's go."

The word "almsgiver" has already blocked Wuqing from the Buddhist school.

Tears welled up in Wuqing's eyes, "Master..."

Huijue held up his Zen stick and walked towards the back hall step by step. The sound like an evening bell echoed in the hall, "Amitabha, benefactor, please turn your head and look behind..."

Wuqing wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeve, and looked back to see Wulu standing at the gate of the hall holding the brocade box.He lowered his head to wipe away the disappointing tears, and said sullenly: "Brother Wu Chen took the brocade box that the little prince gave you, and specially asked me to return it to you, and convey an apology on his behalf."

Wulu offered the brocade box with both hands, Wuqing's heart was surging like waves, he took it, and lowered his eyes and said: "Senior brother...I..."

Wulu quickly returned to his former radiant appearance, forced a smile and said, "We were all abandoned children from poor families. Master kindly took us in and forced us to convert to Buddhism. Junior brother can have a good chance to return to the world of mortals , don’t need to be company with Qingdeng Ancient Buddha, it’s a good thing.”

Wulu fumbled in his sleeve for a long time, and put a piece of tiger pattern emerald green jade pendant in Wuqing's palm.The jade pendant is crystal clear, and the tentacles are warm, even a layman who doesn't know the goods can see that it is a good product.The tiger stripes shine brightly in the hot sun, resembling soldiers fighting majesticly on the battlefield.

"Junior brother, this jade pendant is the only valuable thing in my body, your senior brother." He scratched his shiny forehead, "Although senior brother is not as polite as senior brother Wuchen, he also understands the importance of taking care of yourself." .”

"Master said it was in his arms when he found me. It's a good thing. Presumably it's a keepsake or something..."

When Wu Qing heard this, he shook his head like a rattle, and declined: "This is the only connection between the senior brother and his family, and the senior brother absolutely cannot accept it."

Wulu stuffed it into his arms forcefully, "Brothers have escaped into Buddhism. They are born as disciples of the Buddha, and when they die, they will go to the Land of Ultimate Bliss to become a sweeping Buddha. Why don't you talk about family or not?"

"In the eyes of the brothers, the brothers and the master in the entire Huishan Temple are Wulu's family."

"It's useless to keep this object with the senior brother. It's better to give it to the junior brother to play its due role."

Wuqing nodded with sobs, put the jade pendant away, and buried the heart of Wulu senior brother in the deepest part.

Wulu sent him to the gate of the temple, Wushuang jumped out from nowhere, hugged Wuqing's legs tightly, crying like little tears, "Senior brother Wuqing... woo... Wushuang don't want brother to return to vulgarity ...Don't let senior brother become vulgar..."

Wuchen followed closely behind, hugged Wushuang, with guilt in his eyes, "Brother...I'm sorry...It was brother who hid your brocade box before, and I always feel that this thing has disturbed your heart to Buddha..."

"Senior brother has selfish intentions, and wants to support the brothers together, and live a pure life in Huishan Temple..."

Wuqing lowered his head in shame, after all, he failed the expectations of his master and brothers.

Wuchen put down little Wushuang, and handed a bundle to Wuqing, "It's full of drought-resistant dry food, to eat on the road."

It turned out that the master and the senior brothers had known their thoughts for a long time, they could see through them, and they were still silently arranging everything for me who had different intentions in life.

Wuqing clenched her lips and teeth, grabbed the corner of the brocade box with both hands, and burst into tears.

Although he can no longer be called a teacher and brother in the future, all the people in Huishan Temple are his Wuqing family members in this life.

Wuqing put the brocade box and burden aside, threw up the robe in front of his knees in front of the temple gate, knocked his knees on the painful bluestone board, and shouted resolutely and emotionally to the main hall: "Disciple!" Wuqing, hereby bid farewell to Master Huijue!"

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times reverently, until finally he raised his head, with blood oozing from between his brows.

Huijue was sitting on the futon in the back hall, and when he heard Wuqing's voice, his unmoving body swayed suddenly while reciting scriptures silently.

After a long time, an inconspicuous tear slipped down quietly.

When Wuqing came to Yulan Bieyuan, Gu Xiaorui watched the courtyard according to the little prince's instructions, but he did not expect to welcome Wuqing.

"master?"

Wuqing quickly changed into the Tianguangyun brocade clothes that the young prince gave him, put on a fake bun, and led away the steed horse in the stable.

Gu Xiaorui and Fatty stared at the completely new Wuqing with wide eyes, and opened their mouths in disbelief: "This... this is..."

Wuqing replied indifferently: "I have already returned to vulgarity, and I borrowed the little prince's horse for use."

Under the stunned eyes of one person and one dog, Wuqing has already gone away with his whip.

Accompanied by the dust all the way, without a breeze to eat and sleep in the open, rushing to Yanming Pass day and night.

Whether it's life or death, he has to see it clearly and clearly.

If the little prince is going west by crane, he will chant sutras all the way, and return to Beijing barefoot with the coffin.

In this life, he paid back the vulgar for him, and if he betrayed the Tathagata, he would spend the rest of his life as compensation and never betray him again.

The road to the northwest was difficult and bumpy, and the wind and sand were increasing day by day.

Wuqing watched the towering trees gradually turn into low shrubs, from the extravagance and decadence of the capital to the hunger and coldness of the border, the people were displaced and complained.

He couldn't bear it, so he kept enough food for himself, and gave all the dry food in his pack to the suffering people.

The little girl who got the food said gratefully: "Thank you for your generosity, sir, thank you for your charity...Young master will definitely reward good people..."

Wuqing immediately understood the word "goodness" that Master Huijue said.

No matter where you are, kindness is the foundation of practice.

It turns out that I have studied Buddhism for half my life, and only after I became a layman did I understand its ultimate interpretation.

Wuqing sighed a little, he stepped on the steed and continued towards his destination.

After countless days and nights, Wuqing's calf was unbearably swollen, and the friction between his thighs was painful.

He gritted his teeth and insisted, and went straight to the tent.

Finally seeing Da Zhou's camp, Wuqing was so exhausted that he collapsed, and his vision began to blur.

The rein was loosened in his hand, and the horse rushed straight into the camp.

Deputy General Liu Yi, who was in charge of keeping the tent, was keenly aware of the intrusion of an unknown person. A long spear was blocked in the center, and the horse tripped and Wu Qing fell heavily from the horse's back.

Da Zhou has just experienced a defeat, and now all the soldiers are panicking, and the grass and trees are all soldiers.

Liu Yi pressed the spear against Wu Qing's throat, and the sharp point of the spear cut through his skin, blood gradually oozing out.

He said viciously, "Is it a spy sent by the Xiongnu and Yi people!"

Because Wuqing only eats a little food every day, coupled with the travel and dust, his face is pale at this moment, and he is lying on the ground weakly.

His pink lips had long been chapped, he just vaguely saw someone holding a weapon against him, and murmured: "Knowing...Knowing..."

Inside the general's tooth tent.

Yun Chuxiu endured the pain of being stabbed in the chest by the golden spear when he went deep into the enemy camp that day, and discussed the military situation with the lieutenants.

Noisy noises came from outside the originally quiet camp.

Yun Chuxiu frowned, and was about to call the soldiers to go out to check what happened outside the camp, when Liu Yi opened the curtain and rushed in.

"General, I just caught the secret agent sent by the Xiongnu bastards."

With a wave of his hand, the soldiers threw Wuqing, who was tied up and dying, into the room.

Yun Chuxiu recognized the ambiguity at a glance, he jumped up from the chair, his face full of astonishment.

Liu Yi talked endlessly about the cause and effect, Yun Chuxiu rushed forward and hugged Wuqing in his arms.

Seeing his frail body, the veins on his forehead burst out immediately, and he said furiously, "Which stick tied him up like this!"

The decisive general became angry, and the tent of teeth fell silent in an instant.

Everyone has never seen the general get angry because of something other than a military plane, and they are all curious about the identity of this much-loved "specialist".

Yun Chuxiu drew out his dagger, cut off the rope with a gloomy face, and roared, "Come here with the army doctor!"

Wuqing, who was in a coma, smelled the familiar and elegant scent of magnolia...

Good, he's alive, he's alive...

Powerful spiritual force supported Wuqing to open his eyes, and the eyes of the little prince were all worried about him.

He stretched out his hand unsteadily, trying to smooth the little prince's wrinkled forehead.

But he really has no energy, his body is extremely exhausted, and he just wants to have a good sleep.

But he had to say those words before he could sleep in peace.

Wuqing lightly inspired Bai's lips, whispered in an extremely weak voice: "Knowing...I believe you..."

Then the little hand suddenly slipped down from midair...