Youshu didn't look up, but raised the sugar gourd that was still firmly pinched in his hand, and bit it down and ate it one by one. As early as the end of the world, he developed the "habit of overeating when frightened", and only a sense of satiety could help him suppress the fear of hanging by a thread. In the last days, nothing is more precious than food and water.

However, the maltose on the surface of the sugar gourd had already been licked clean by him, and now there were only a few half-baked hawthorns left, and after chewing them, the sour taste almost made him cry. He immediately covered his cheeks, rubbed it vigorously a few times, and then swallowed the mouth full of sour flesh into his stomach little by little, and then let out a long breath.

After eating, the fear disappeared like a bubble, and Youshu raised his head and carefully looked at the young man in front of him. The other party is extremely outstanding, and has a noble temperament, which is different from ordinary people. He was squinting at the moment with a pair of narrow phoenix eyes, staring at him with a strange expression.

"Are you alright?" The teenager asked again.

"I'm fine, thank you." Youshu wiped the snow particles off her face and threw her hand at the boy.

"Thank me?" The boy's tone was slightly confused.

"Thank you anyway." Youshu didn't want to go around publicizing that she was haunted by powerful ghosts, so she didn't say much. When the ghost left, he mentioned the "purple dragon qi", the so-called dragon qi should be something that only the emperor has, which can resist the evil things in the world, and there are only two people here, who has the purple dragon qi on his body, it goes without saying.

In other words, this young man is his savior, and if it weren't for the other party's arrival at the scene, he would have been killed by the ghost. This body was supposed to be a ghost? Already on the life and death book of Lord Hades? Amusing! Everything has a first come and come first, there is Shu who slept in the mother's womb for ten months, and the terrible ghost came late when he was born, intending to give up, why did this body become his? Thinking of this, a trace of killing intent quickly crossed in Shushu's eyes. Although he is emotionally indifferent and particularly quiet, he has been crawling and rolling for six years in the last days, and he is naturally not a good stubble. Now he has no way to deal with ghosts, but it doesn't mean that he can't help him in the future.

The young man wanted to ask again, but Youshu had already swept away the snow foam on his head and face, and walked away with a sway, still holding the bamboo skewer used for stringing sugar gourds in his hand.

"Weird." The boy shook his head and walked away.

Youshu walked to the open space in front of the hall, Bai Shao had already hung up the blessing bag, and was anxiously looking around, when he saw him coming, he hurriedly greeted him and asked, "Young master, where did you run away, but the slave and maid died in a hurry!" Ah, why is your hair and shirt wet? It must be naughty, right? Let's go, the slave will take you to the stove room to dry. ”

Bai Shao bought a few roasted sweet potatoes from the firehead monk for the young master to eat, then took off his robe, supported it beside the stove with a wooden stick, and wrapped the young master's thin body with his jacket. As long as there is something to eat, Youshu is very quiet, nibbling on the sweet sweet potato in small bites, and intentionally or unintentionally inquiring about the origin of the noble young man from the firehead monk, and learned that the other party is currently temporarily living in Kaiyuan Temple to lead the practice, and he has an idea in his heart.

About half an hour later, Song's mother came over with a basket of incense and candles, and said happily. "Okay, I gave the young master an immortal card, and I came over to add sesame oil money in the future, and the young master will be able to live a long life."

"And the young lady......" As soon as Bai Shao spoke, he thought that the young master didn't know his life experience, so he hurriedly stopped.

Mother Song didn't want the young master to be blinded by hatred, and when he grew up and came out in the future, it would not be too late to tell all the truth, so she glared at Bai Shao fiercely, and pulled the young master to return home.

Youshu followed behind Song's mother without saying a word, and when she walked to the gate of the temple, she said, "Mom, I want to stay in Kaiyuan Temple to lead the practice." ”

"What did you say, young master?" Song's mother slipped on the soles of her feet and almost fell.

"I said I wanted to stay in Kaiyuan Temple and lead the practice." Youshu held her up and reiterated it. Forty taels of silver had been spent, and the ghost felt that his debt had been paid, so he was determined to drag him to hell with him. If he left the young man with the dragon's energy, there was only one way to die.

"You kid, why do you want to become a monk in a good way? But who said what? Mother Song looked at Bai Shao coldly, and the frightened Bai Shao waved her hand again and again.

"No one spoke to me." Youshu looked around and saw that there was no one nearby, so he whispered, "Don't hide it from my mother, I was recently haunted by a terrible ghost, and said that this body should have been his, and he came to collect debts, and said that forty taels of silver have been spent, and I must die." In recent days, he has often inflicted harm on me, pushing me into the pond, pushing me down the steps, and repeatedly poisoning me. He was in the temple and grabbed me on the back of the head and crushed me into a snowdrift to drown, but fortunately a noble pilgrim passed by and he retreated. If I go back with my mother, I may be plotted by a terrible ghost one day, so it is better to stay by the side of the nobleman and be safe. Besides, this is a temple, maybe the Bodhisattva will bless me too. ”

Of course, this last sentence, Youshu will never believe it. If the Bodhisattva can really purify sentient beings and subdue demons, how can the demons be so rampant, and they will kill in the temple. It can be seen that this Kaiyuan Temple is not a sacred and inviolable place.

Mother Song and Bai Shao were dumbfounded when they heard this, and when they came back to their senses, they hurriedly went to check the back of the young master's head, and sure enough, they saw a red handprint faintly printed on Bai Nen's scalp, which should belong to an adult man from the size of it. Thinking of the frequent evil spirits in Yushui Village, and the dream that the master and the young lady had at the same time when the young master was born five years ago, Mother Song and Bai Shao were already convinced of this.

What does it mean that the flesh should be his? Could it be that the debt collector failed to give birth to the young lady's belly, but was taken advantage of by the young master? The young master is not a ghost, he is the flesh and blood of the young lady who worked hard to conceive and give birth in October! Mother Song was ecstatic for a while, grieved for a while, hugged Youshu's thin body and cried silently, and said intermittently, "I, my miserable young master, you have suffered such a big sin, why didn't you say it earlier!" If the old slave had known about it, he would have begged the master to save you. ”

"Mom doesn't need to blame herself, most of the masters are liars." Youshu patted Song's mother on the back awkwardly, "Those high-ranking people invited by the village can't help the ghosts, only when he sees the nobles, he will retreat." ”

"Who is that nobleman? Mom went and begged him to shelter you. Mother Song withdrew from her grief, picked up the young master and walked to the temple.

"How dare ordinary people be involved in the things of gods and ghosts? It's okay not to say it, but if you say it, you're going to drive me away. Mom must not be impulsive, I can protect myself by staying in the temple, and I can concentrate on practicing Buddhism on weekdays, and I can also make demons and monsters retreat. After all, this is a holy place for Buddhism, and there is no room for evil cultivation. Youshu had never said such a long sentence in one breath, but in order to dispel Mother Song's thoughts, she had to be patient and persuasive.

The so-called nobility of the nobleman is far beyond the cognition of Mother Song and Bai Shao, if you go rashly, it is the second thing to arouse suspicion, I am afraid that the other party will taboo the ghosts and gods, but it will cut off his way of life, it is better to stay in the temple and be a lay disciple, and slowly get close to the young man and then try to find others.

Song's mother was persuaded, and while praising the young master for his thoughtfulness, she found the host of Kaiyuan Temple and said that she wanted to foster the child here. Some children are hard-nosed and shallow, and parents are afraid that their children will die early, so they will send them to a nearby temple for foster care, and they will come to send sesame oil money every month. This is one of the temple's inputs, and the host has no reason not to agree, so he immediately accepted Youshu.

Youshu sent away the reluctant Song mother and Bai Shao, and then returned to his room and changed into a moon-white monk's robe. He looked around, and found that one of the courtyards to the east was the most spacious and neat, and that there were two strong men standing guard at the round arch, and he knew that it was the boy's residence. Judging from the indifferent behavior of the monks, no one seems to know the true identity of the young man, and Youshu can't understand how a good royal family can live in a small temple with no name. However, Liangzhou is the land of Longxing, where powerful people gather, and Kaiyuan Temple is one of the closest temples to the imperial tomb, so it makes sense to think about it.

Youshu squatted in the corner of the wall to secretly observe the scene in the courtyard, and his hands were not idle, and he piled up a small snowman half a meter high in three or two, using black stones as eyes, yellow leaves as mouths, and two dead branches as hands, which looked quite childlike. I didn't see the boy go out for a long time, and seeing that the meal was about to arrive, he rubbed his little stomach and ran towards the stove room. Eating was always his top priority.

Soon after, the young man was dressed in mink fur, slowly stepped out of the hospital door, and when he passed the corner, he saw a little snowman standing quietly in the cold wind, and he couldn't help but stop, his eyes showed nostalgia.

The two subordinates hung their heads hurriedly, hiding their expressions of compassion, knowing that the master must have remembered the former queen again. Back then, the former queen also loved to build two little snowmen in front of the master's palace, saying that she wanted the little snowman to protect the emperor instead of herself. If the first queen is still here, why did the master fall to such a state?

The young man seemed to know how to control his feelings, and in just an instant, he restrained the fragility in his eyes, continued to walk forward, suddenly stopped, and said lightly, "Carry it to the courtyard, and put it here will inevitably be ruined by the little novices who come and go." ”

The two strong men whispered a promise, carefully lifted the snowman, and placed it under the plum tree in the courtyard, and the master only had to open the window to see it, just like the queen had built for him in previous years.

The ghost seemed to be frightened, and did not appear for half a month, Youshu ate well, slept well, and grew a little flesh on his thin body, but he still looked very weak, as if he could float up when the wind blew. Recently, he has been fascinated by the scriptures in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and often sneaks in to read them. The endless absorption of new knowledge is the instinct of the superbrainer, and he cannot control it, as long as it is a book that he has not read, he must read it thoroughly, and then store it in a brain comparable to a computer.

On this day, after reading the last scripture, he took out a nest head from his arms, gnawed and walked, passing by a huge water tank, and suddenly felt a yin wind whistling and rolling over.