Always be relatives with Zha Gong [Quick time travel]

Wu Chen was reciting Buddhist scriptures silently, when he suddenly felt a scorching gaze fall on him, as if it could penetrate his soul.

Wuchen didn't open it, completely pretending that the line of sight didn't exist, but fortunately, that line of sight quickly moved away.

Lin Heng noticed that the two little guys around him were a little quiet, and turned his head to look, only to find that the two of them quickly raised their eyes to look at the young monk not far away from time to time.

Is this recognized?

But yes, after all, Wuchen's face is really similar to Raisin's, almost as if they were carved out of the same mold.

As everyone arrived, soon, Sanskrit sounds sounded in the quaint and quiet ancient temple, and there was a burst of fresh Zen fragrance in the air.

Although it is winter, it is not rare that there is no snow today. The warm sun comes out, and the reflection on the silver wrapping looks more crystal clear.

The sun shone on everyone's bodies, dispelling the remaining chill.

Lin Heng looked up while reciting Buddhist scriptures.

Not far away, the young monk tapped the wooden fish with his slender and white fingers, his eyes were closed tightly, the sunlight penetrated the long and curled eyelashes, and a layer of indigo daisy fell under the eyelids, but the cinnabar-like tear mole looked even more coquettish .

He was still wearing a simple red cassock, without too much attire, and the golden sunlight fell on him, as if coated with a layer of halo.

Lin Heng snorted. It looked like an eminent monk detached from the world of mortals and untouched by the world, but he was an irresponsible little father.

Even, his memory was forcibly deleted by himself when he gave birth to the child.

In the ancient temple, the Sanskrit sounds curled up, until noon, the Sanskrit sounds gradually stopped.

"All benefactors, today's chanting and praying is over here. The disciples have prepared a fast meal. Please move forward."

It takes seven days to chant and pray for blessings, two hours a day, and it ends at about noon.

"Are you all right?" Two hours is nothing to adults, but to children, it is a bit of a struggle. Many children in the royal family were taken down to rest because they couldn't hold on, but two hours Guys stuck with it.

"Father, we are fine."

Lin Heng touched their soft hair with a smile: "Let's go, my father will take you to dinner."

Lin Heng took a baby by the hand and left, temporarily forgetting about that irresponsible little monk.

The world is big and the child is the biggest.

Xiao Pu was led, and followed his father on short legs. He turned his head quietly, his gaze circled among the retreating monks, and soon fell on one of the young monks.

He just stared blankly.

Wuchen sensed the line of sight and looked in that direction.

The child's eyes kept falling on him, a pair of obsidian-like bright eyes, very beautiful.

He remembered the little boy, the one from last night.

The child didn't seem to expect that he would look over, his eyes flinched for a moment, like a frightened little rabbit, but he looked at him carefully again, with a hint of longing in his eyes.

The little boy was being held by a man in a brocade robe, and the other hand of the man was holding a little girl.

That little girl was probably the one who cried while hugging him last night and called her little daddy.

As for the man.

Because his back was facing, Wu Chen couldn't see his appearance, but the man was tall and tall, with a straight back, broad shoulders and narrow waist, even if he was wearing a brocade robe, he could imagine the strong and powerful physique under the brocade robe.

This man should be the family of these two children.

As the corner turned, the figure of the child and the man gradually disappeared.

Wuchen lowered his eyes, and the little boy's eyes were still red and swollen, was it from crying?

The scene of the little boy holding back last night, stubbornly yelling at the little girl, saying that he didn't want his father, and pulling the little girl away appeared before his eyes again.

He thought, would the little boy cry secretly under the quilt?

For some reason, when thinking of that scene, Wuchen, who has always been calm, felt a little uncomfortable.

He clutched the position of his heart, dumbfounded.

"Wuchen, what's the matter?" The abbot saw that Wuchen stayed where he was, and asked.

Wu Chen regained his composure, frowned in embarrassment, and spoke in a slightly low and soft voice, with a hint of bewilderment and doubt.

"Master, the disciple seems to be sick."

sick? !

The abbot was immediately worried. You must know that Wuchen has never been sick in the past few years.

"Go, let the doctor show you as a teacher."

In the meditation room, Wuchen sat cross-legged on the futon. Under the wide cassock, a small white wrist was exposed. The skin on the wrist was so clear that the tiny blue blood vessels inside could be easily seen. The fingers were as long as jade, and the nails were round. Neatly trimmed with a natural pink sheen.

If you didn't see the person in front of you with your own eyes, just looking at this hand, you would think it was the hand of some lady.

The doctor took the pulse and retracted his hand.

"Doctor, I don't know what disease Wuchen's body is suffering from."

The expression on Wuchen's delicate and delicate face was light, as if he was not worried about his body, but the old abbot beside him was a little anxious.

"Abbot, according to the pulse taken by the old man just now, little master Wuchen is not sick, and his body is very healthy, but his body is a little thinner."

The abbot didn't believe it: "Doctor, but Wu Chen said that he is really not feeling well."

He treats Wuchen as his own child, and Wuchen is the monk with the highest level of Dharma cultivation.

The doctor looked at Wuchen: "I wonder if little Master Wuchen feels uncomfortable in his body?"

The doctor was not angry at the abbot's question. To them, little master Wuchen was like a god, and they only had respect and obedience to the god.

Wu Chen pondered for a moment with lowered eyes, stretched out his hand to cover his heart, and parted his bright red lips: "Here, I just felt a little uncomfortable, uncomfortable."

The doctor was startled, that is where the heart is, could it be that little master Wu Chen has a heart disease?

"Little Master Wuchen, can you explain in detail?"

Wuchen blinked his eyes, under the long eyelashes, his eyes were puzzled, his voice was soft, his words were a little lacking at this moment, he couldn't understand.

Neither the doctor nor the abbot looked good.

"Abbot, why don't you invite other experienced doctors to take a look again?"

The abbot sent the doctor away, took the matter to heart, and planned to find a few more doctors.

"Wuchen, otherwise, you don't have to participate in the chanting and praying for the next few days, so you can rest." The abbot suggested that for him, Wuchen's body is the most important thing.

Wu Chen shook his head, his voice was light: "My body is fine."

Here, Lin Heng and the two little guys returned to the meditation room.

The meditation room is simple, not as luxurious as the palace. At this time, one person, two children, and three people are sitting cross-legged. In front of them is a small table with vegetarian meals and side dishes.

"Eat."

Lin Heng handed the chopsticks to the two of them.

Grape took the chopsticks with his small hand, biting his pink lips with his small white teeth, secretly looking at Lin Heng, hesitant to speak.

"Tizi, what's the matter? Do you have something to say to your father?" Lin Heng asked gently.

Grape tightly clenched the chopsticks in his hand, his eye feathers trembling like butterfly wings.

She opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but the corner of her clothes was held by Xiao Bo next to her.

Xiao Bo gave him a look and shook his head.

Raiser lowered her eyelashes, and bit her lip with greater force, leaving a deep bite mark after she let go.

At this moment, it was rare for her, who had always been soft and well-behaved, to become stubborn.

She mustered up all her courage, and her big eyes were covered with mist.

"Father, what other people call the little master Wuchen, is it the little daddy?"

Outside the door, Yang Ye was carrying a food box and was about to come in, but in the next second, he stopped because of the little girl's question.

His fingertips holding the food box tightened a little, and his breathing suddenly stopped.

Lin Heng's attention was all on the two children, and he didn't notice Yang Ye outside the door. His eyes froze slightly, and he paused for a moment before picking up vegetables, and then continued after two seconds.

He said: "Yes."

The answer was within the expectations of the two little guys.

Grape blinked her eyes, and in the next second, two crystal clear teardrops hung on her curled eyelashes.

She lowered her head and whimpered like a small animal: "But, but little daddy doesn't want us anymore, he said, we recognized the wrong person."

The little girl was crying sadly, her small body and shoulders were trembling.

Xiao Pu on the side was also silent and did not speak.

Lin Heng sighed slightly, it seems that he guessed right, the two little guys have indeed seen Wuchen.

Lin Heng put down his chopsticks, hugged the two children, hugged Xiaopu tightly, and gently wiped the tears on the little girl's face with his fingertips.

"Your little dad just lost his memory and doesn't remember us anymore. Believe in dad, he will definitely come back."

Both Tizi's and Xiaobo's eyes lit up, Tizi's little hands couldn't help but grasp Lin Heng's skirt, and asked timidly, "Really?"

"How could the father lie to you, well, let's eat."

This time, the two little guys finally ate obediently.

At this time, Tizi raised her head, and suddenly saw a cyan corner of her clothes outside the door, her eyes lit up, her voice was soft, but mingled with joy.

"Uncle Ye Zi."

Outside the door, a sudden voice pulled Yang Ye back from his thoughts.

Yang Ye raised his eyes and met the little girl's bright eyes.

He subconsciously smiled.

"Uncle Ye Zi, come in quickly." Grape greeted, and even wanted to get down.

Yang Ye hurriedly stepped in, but realized that his hands and feet seemed to be a little cold, so he took a moment to react.

"Lin Heng, I brought some pastries for Xiaobo and Tizi." The young man in Tsing Yi took off his cloak and took out the pastries in the food box.

The two little guys were very happy looking at the exquisite pastries that were displayed.

Ye Zi has always been relaxed with them, and they also sat down together.

"Did you eat? Together?" Lin Heng invited him, and he treated Yang Ye as a friend.

In the received memory, the original owner had mania, and when it was severe, he would deny his relatives and even kill people. For the people of Lin Kingdom, Prince Heng was brutally murdered, so such an original owner naturally has no friends.

And Yang Ye is not only a bosom friend of the original owner for many years, but also saved the original owner's life.

Of course, what Lin Heng cares most about is Yang Ye's care for the two little guys over the past four years.

Now the two little guys are also very dependent on Yang Ye.

Yang Ye has a very good personality, as elegant as bamboo, with a gentle temperament, like a piece of fine warm jade, warming the people around him all the time.

After eating, the two little guys who were tired all morning were also tired, and soon, the two also fell asleep.

Lin Heng gently closed the door.

Outside the door, Lin Heng and Yang Ye were left.

Yang Ye bit her lip and looked at Lin Heng secretly, with complex expressions occasionally flashing across her clear eyes, and after a while, she finally couldn't help but said: "Lin Heng, I just heard that Xiao Pu and Tizi's little father... "

He paused for a moment, then murmured: "Look, did you find it?"

Lin Heng didn't turn his head to look at Yang Ye, and naturally he didn't see the hope in his eyes.

Mentioning the word "little daddy", the figure of a young monk naturally comes to mind, cold and lonely like snow lotus in Tianshan Mountain, and when it blooms, it is dyed with blood-like coquettishness, extremely clean and bright, like the blending of ice and flames, Every move is so captivating.

The corners of Lin Heng's lips curled into a happy arc: "Well, I found it, it's that little master Wuchen."

Yang Ye stared blankly at Lin Heng's faint smile, and the light in his eyes dimmed inch by inch.

No one knew that when he was chanting and praying, he was shocked when he saw Wuchen's appearance, and the answer was ready to come out with just one glance.

However, there is still a glimmer of hope in his heart.

But now, this hope has been completely annihilated.

After a while, the corners of Yang Ye's lips curled up, and his smile looked brighter than before: "Well, I found it, very good, Xiao Pu and Ti Zi must be very happy, Lin Heng, you are also very happy." Have fun, and take advantage of the opportunity."

He cheered Lin Heng up.

Without waiting for Lin Heng's reaction, he quickly said, "Well, I'm a little tired too, I'm going back to rest."

After finishing speaking, he quickly said goodbye to Lin Heng and walked away, but after taking a few steps, he turned around and fell down instantly.

Knees banged heavily on the steps.

Lin Heng made a gesture to help him up.

But Yang Ye got up before he approached.

His smile is still bright, like the sun in winter: "I'm fine, I want to go."

He walked away lightly.

Looking at his normal pace, Lin Heng thought, probably nothing happened.

Yang Ye felt that he had walked for a long time, but it seemed that he had only walked a short distance. Fortunately, Lin Heng was no longer behind him.

He was leaning against the wall, panting slightly, tiny sweat had burst out of his forehead at some point.

There was a sharp pain in the knee of the right leg.

There was no one around, Yang Ye slowly lifted his outer robe, the blood on his knees stained his snow-white underpants red.

Yang Ye stared at that touch of red, and was stunned for a moment.

"Benefactor, are you injured? Do you need help from the poor monk?"

A clear voice came from far and near, Yang Ye looked up, and a familiar Qingjun face was reflected in his eyes.

The young monk dressed in red cassock came gracefully, with a clear and handsome face, and the expression on his face was neither sad nor happy, like a banished immortal who transcended the world and had no desires or desires.

Even after seeing it for the second time, Yang Ye was still amazed by the young monk's appearance and temperament.

After a while, the young monk had arrived in front of Yang Ye and looked down at him.

Yang Ye just wanted to open his mouth to say no, but he didn't know what he thought of, and said again: "In that case, I will trouble my little master."

Wu Chen helped Yang Ye back to the meditation room where the latter was, and called the doctor again.

The underpants were rolled up, exposing the blood-stained knees, which were bruised and purple, which looked terrifying.

The doctor carefully gave him medicine and gave him some instructions before leaving.

"Benefactor, since there is nothing wrong, the poor monk left first."

Seeing that Wuchen was about to leave, Yang Ye called him immediately: "Little Master, please wait."

Wuchen stopped and looked up at him.

Yang Ye pondered for a moment, then asked: "Disciple, I can't figure out some things, can I ask Master Wuchen to clarify my doubts."

Wuchen glanced at him, and said calmly, "Please tell me, benefactor."

Yang Ye's hands tightened slightly, as if to cheer himself up.

"If, if there is a treasure that I love very much, but it doesn't belong to me, what should I do?"

Wuchen said indifferently: "The Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness and death, resentment and hatred, separation of love, failure to seek, blazing five shades, even though there are thousands of sufferings in the vast world, but the sea of ​​desires is not filled, it is difficult to be satisfied and always happy, and the wild desires are overwhelming. Body, how can you be free? It should be broken, it should be given up, it should be separated.”

Yang Ye was stunned, and a bitterness spread from the bottom of his heart, he murmured: "Did you break, should you give up, should you leave?"

However, forcibly breaking the strong love from the heart and abandoning it is tantamount to cutting out the heart, which is not so easy.

In the evening, the sky is getting darker, and the ancient temple is like a layer of hazy black mist on the Longlong, and the quietness is covered with a layer of mystery.

The snow on the ground has already been swept away. The ancient temple is located in a high mountain forest. Occasionally, when the wind blows, the shadows of the trees sway and rustle, carrying a hint of chill.

After dinner, while Yang Ye was talking with the little guy, Lin Heng wanted to find the little monk.

Yang Ye watched Lin Heng's back gradually disappear in the darkness, but his eyes were not closed, but his eyelashes were drooping down, suppressing the sadness in his eyes, and he didn't come back to his senses until Grape called out to him.

Yang Ye smiled at the two children, and said in his heart: Lin Heng, come on, you must take good care of it.

He watched the eyes of the two children gradually soften, "Xiao Bo, Ti Zi, your little dad will be back soon, and you also have kids with your little dad, that's great, Uncle Ye Zi is happy for you.

At this time, Lin Heng had already arrived at the door of a meditation room. The door of the meditation room was closed, and he could see the candlelight burning inside from the outside. The halo outlined a vague and slender figure.

Lin Heng knocked lightly on the door, and after a while, the door was opened.

The young monk was as shockingly beautiful as daytime, and his whole body exuded an aura of abstinence, like a seductive and depraved poppy.

Lin Heng stared at him and said, "Little Master Wuchen, may I have a chat with you?"

Wuchen thought that Lin Heng came to discuss Buddhism, after all, he often encountered such situations.

He glanced at the sky, it was not completely dark yet.

Then he nodded and turned to let Lin Heng enter the room.

He looked at the man's back, that familiar figure, he had always remembered well, and immediately remembered the man's identity, he was the family of the two children, after all, the man looked very similar to that little boy.

Lin Heng sat down on the futon on the other side of the couch, looked at the little monk who was still standing there, and said, "Why didn't little master Wuchen come here, maybe I'm afraid I'll eat you."

Wuchen was taken aback for a moment, probably because he didn't expect Lin Heng to say such words in a teasing manner.

Wuchen sat down, there was a small table between the two of them, the distance was relatively close, so close that Wuchen could feel the extremely aggressive and aggressive aura on the man, like a hunter, taking everything that came into him Everyone in the territory was imprisoned.

"Are the two children okay?"

Wuchen somehow asked this sentence, and he regretted it a little after asking.

Lin Heng looked at Wuchen's handsome brows who frowned slightly after speaking, and felt a little more relaxed.

He also knows how to care about children, and finally has a little conscience.

A cunning flashed across Lin Heng's eyes, and he sighed deliberately, with a hint of sadness in his tone: "Xiaopu and Tizi, they are not very good. By the way, Xiaopu is my son's name, and Tizi is my daughter's." name."

Wu Chen's newly stretched eyebrows frowned again, and the uncomfortable feeling in his heart during the day came again.

"What's wrong with them?" Thinking of the red and swollen eyes of the two children, he asked naturally.

Lin Heng shook his head: "It's all because of that irresponsible and heartless little dad. At the beginning, that man planned to have a relationship with me, and ran away with the children in his arms. He didn't send the two children back until a year later. As for As for that man, he ran away irresponsibly. He didn't want me or his children. All these years, I and my two children lived together.

We lived a miserable life, that man had no conscience to abandon us and ran away, but we still miss him, especially the two children, who are so skinny, it's really pitiful. "

Lin Heng complained word by word, sonorously and forcefully, as if the man was an irresponsible scumbag, and after he was scumbag, he ran away and didn't want two children.

Wu Chen looked at the man in front of him crying, and cast his gaze, somehow, felt a little weird.

It turns out that the two children have such a life experience, which is really pitiful.

He has seen a lot of things about being abandoned in Luoshi Monastery. After all, many young monks were abandoned and then picked up by the abbot.

As for him, he was also probably abandoned. He didn't know who his parents were. From the beginning of his memory, there was only Luoshisi, his brothers, and his master.

When he thought about the two children again, they were indeed thinner.

When he was thinking about it, the handsome man suddenly held his hand, and his words were a little excited and sad: "Little master, tell me, isn't that man too heartless and irresponsible?"

Wuchen looked into his eyes, for some reason, he didn't know how to answer. He was pure in heart, and everything he did all the time was related to Buddha, and he didn't know the world.

The hot temperature came from the hand, which felt very strange and very hot, as if it could reach the tip of his heart.

He felt that his heart was too comfortable again.

He wanted to pull his hand back, but the man held it tightly.

Lin Heng asked pitifully, "Little Master, do you think so?"

Wuchen let out an "ah" and answered "yes" subconsciously.

Lin Heng let go of the young monk's hand, and smiled: "I knew that little master Wuchen was sensible. Then little master, if one day I meet that heartless man, can you help me scold him and persuade him?" ?"

The man's warmth remained on the withdrawn hand, Wuchen thought for a moment, and said lightly: "If that person is wrong, the poor monk will help the benefactor to persuade him."

"Then little master Wuchen must remember."

Wu Chen looked at Lin Heng, and that weird feeling came up again.