After arranging Chu Xingyue and the others, Xiao Shami was ready to return to the meditation room for evening classes.

But as soon as he returned to the door of the Luohan Hall, he was stopped by another monk who had been guarding here very early.

"Uncle Wushuang, the children are polite."

The monk who was called Wushuang was the head of the precept hall, although he could no longer cover the old state on his face after the age of knowing his fate, but a pair of tiger eyes were still blazing, like two sharp swords, which made people dare not look at each other.

In normal times, it is difficult for others to see this uncle who enjoys a super high status in Longquan Temple, but he didn't expect to stand here alone for a long time today, in order to wait for this inconspicuous little novice.

Xiao Shami was quite flattered, and had been carefully looking at Wushuang all the time.

Looked at by Xiao Shami's awe-inspiring eyes, Wushuang seemed to have long been accustomed to it, he stood straight with his hands on his chest, and his low voice was hoarse: "Today, is it King Ling and Princess Ling that you entertained?" ”

"It's a disciple." The little novice saluted again and said, "Today, the presiding abbot is unwell, and when he knows that a distinguished guest is coming, he will inform all the disciples to arrange a life reception; The disciple was fortunate enough to personally serve the two distinguished guests. ”

The round tiger eyes of Wushuang narrowed slightly, and asked, "The two nobles are in the temple, are they strange?" ”

Strange?

Is Uncle Wushuang worried that the two nobles will feel uncomfortable in the temple?

Yes, it must be so. The King of Ling and Princess Ling are both noble people, presumably in the capital is even more pampered, Longquan Temple is located in the suburbs, the temple is simple and simple, Uncle Shi must be worried that the two nobles will not be used to living here, so they came to inquire.

Thinking of this, Xiao Shami's face unconsciously had a somewhat innocent smile.

He felt that the description of Wushuang by others in the temple was not appropriate at all, and many people said that countless uncles were not smiling, and after taking charge of the precept hall, they were even more ruthless, and they did not have the compassion of the monks; He really wanted to call all the people who said these words to show everyone, but in fact, Uncle Wushuang was just cold-hearted and not good at expressing himself, and his heart was still very good.

"Uncle Shi, please rest assured, the two nobles are quite kind, and they are not too picky about our arrangements, they are excellent people."

Wushuang's eyebrows furrowed, and the tiger looked at Xiao Shami coldly, as if he was slightly dissatisfied with his answer.

But as if immersed in his own innocent world, the little novice continued to speak: "However, there is one thing that is quite strange. ”

"What?" Wushuang's voice tightened.

Xiao Shami reported according to the truth: "That princess Ling seems to be very curious about the residence of the abbot, and asked her children if the abbot is from the Great Wei; This question of the princess is really weird, how could the presiding abbot not be a person from the Great Wei. ”

Wushuang's already round tiger eyes were even wider, and he already knew that leaving that bamboo building would be a disaster sooner or later.

But no matter how much he tried to persuade him, the man refused to tear down the troublesome house.

He couldn't figure out why that woman had been dead for twenty years, and he still couldn't see it or let it go, and even the house she once said she liked had to stay for her.

What if you stay? People are dead, what is the use of leaving a broken bamboo building that does not know the sorrow and pain of life.

The more Wushuang thought about it, the more angry he became, and in the end, he didn't even say hello, and strode away directly past Xiao Shami.

Xiao Shami felt a cool breeze blowing in front of him, and then, Uncle Wushuang strode away like frost and snow, and he didn't dare to shout, so he could only quietly bow to Uncle Shi's back.

Wushuang didn't go anywhere else, but came directly to Xiaozhulou and found the rumored abbot of Longquan Temple, Wuchen.

As an enlightened monk, Master Wuchen's reputation has long been thunderous in the hearts of the people of Great Wei.

However, few people know that this rumored attained monk is only in his early forties.

Because he has been locked in the meditation room for many years to chant sutras and recite Buddha, he does not see the light of day, so his skin is particularly pale, and his eyes are lined with extremely black and bright.

Wearing a monk's robe, he did not look like a Buddha servant at all.

handsome and clear facial features, thin and ruddy lips, even though the years have left some traces on his face, they still can't cover the nobility and elegance between his eyebrows and eyes; If he hadn't told him that he was already in his forties, others would have mistaken him for a young man in his early thirties.

In this world, there is a kind of person who, even without saying a word, cannot make people ignore his existence; Obviously, this enlightened monk is such a person.

When Wushuang pushed the door and broke in, Wuchen had just finished reciting a "Myoho-renge-kyo" when he heard the movement coming from the door, he put down the Buddhist beads in his hand and looked up, just in time to see Wushuang's angry and ruined appearance.

The corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile: "I heard that you were born and traveled some time ago, why did you come back so soon?" ”

Wushuang saw that he still had the heart to make fun of himself, so he jumped to his feet in anger, and when he rushed up, he blushed and yelled at him: "You still have the heart to fiddle with these things, do you know that your identity will soon be unkempt." ”

Wuchen was stunned for a moment, and looked at Wushuang in a daze: "What's wrong?" ”

"What's wrong?"

Wushuang laughed out loud angrily: "Your Highness, it's been twenty years, it's been twenty years, even if you want to punish yourself, it's enough." ”

Wuchen subconsciously twisted his eyebrows when he heard this title, which seemed to be far away for him: "Wushuang, there is only Wuchen here, not His Highness in your mouth." ”

"You're really addicted to being a monk, aren't you? Okay, since you really think of yourself as a monk, then the monk wants to be empty, but is your heart empty? Your heart is full of that woman; In the past, that woman hurt you so much that you didn't even want the throne, and now that woman's son is coming to kill you. ”

"Wushuang, I said, don't mention her again, don't disturb her heroic soul again; I've let go, aren't we having a good day now? ”

Hearing this 'very good', the tears of Wushuang's laughter were about to come out.

"Is it really good? Are you really letting go? Now that you have put it down, why don't you even dare to see that woman's son? Feeling unwell? You have not had a headache and brain fever in Dalian since you were a child, so why is your body unwell. ”

Speaking of excitement, Wushuang took a hard breath, opened his faintly red eyes, and looked at Wuchen: "I know, you can't listen to what I say now, there are some words, if you are really willing to listen and do it, you won't force yourself to be like this all these years." ”

"I'm here to tell you that Princess Ling is extremely smart, she has begun to wonder if you are from the Great Wei, for your own sake, you should think about your retreat; Your Highness, don't go to the end, you even lose your life here. The Queen Mother has been waiting for you at home for 20 years, do you know? ”

After saying this, Wushuang was like a leaf that had been suppressed by wind and frost, and withdrew from the bamboo building with a bowed head.

Looking up at the warm sunlight overhead, he felt as if he had returned to his true hometown.

There, there are green wheat fields, lush bamboo forests, and the innocent laughter of children like wind chimes.

His family and people all stretched out their warm arms to him, and each joyfully embraced him into their arms; Tell him that he has been separated for many years and misses him very much.

A crystal teardrop slipped from the corner of his closed eye, and they all said that the man did not flick his tears lightly, but he did not reach the sad place.

Today, he finally understood this sentence.

……

Not long after Wushuang exited the bamboo building, Wuchen, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes seemed to be empty, and he slowly spoke: "Since you're here, come out." ”

Hearing Wuchen's voice, Zhuo Lang no longer hid himself, and walked out of the corner of the bamboo building with a smile, stroking his beard while smiling at Wushuang sitting on the futon.

"I really didn't expect that His Highness would have such loyal subordinates by his side, you became a monk, he shaved his hair with you without saying a word, escaped into the empty door, and once he practiced, it was twenty years."

Wuchen turned the Buddha beads in his hand and said, "Everyone has their own karma, and everyone has their own way, this is his way, I will not stop it, and I will not force it." ”

"That's right, it seems that His Royal Highness has not read the Buddhist scriptures in vain in the past 20 years, at least, it is much more transparent than back then."

Hearing the words 'back then' from Zhuo Lang's mouth, Wuchen only felt extremely harsh.

"You don't think that by taking you in the temple, I forgive you for the mistakes you made back then, right?"

Zhuo Lang smiled like a cunning fox: "Your Highness's words are wrong, it was not me who killed Concubine Yang back then, and His Royal Highness contributed to Concubine Yang's death." ”

Thinking of the woman who was tightly locked in the depths of his heart, Wuchen's heart ached fiercely.

Of course, he knew that he was the one who hurt her back then, so he couldn't forgive himself and became what he is now.

However, was he really the only murderer back then?

Wuchen's cold eyes fell on Zhuo Lang's cunning face, and he said coldly: "As your 'old friend', I clearly know what you desire and what you are afraid of, Zhuo Lang, that wish of yours will never be fulfilled, and I will continue to protect the truth that Rui'er covered up with her death back then." ”

Looking at this stubborn stinky stone, Zhuo Lang really couldn't bite him one by one and swallow it into his stomach, but this guy had the clue he wanted the most in his hands, so he couldn't do anything about him so far.

But it doesn't matter, he now has another clue to follow; But this stinky stone has tormented him for so many years, and he can't let him go easily, can he?

Zhuo Lang stared at Wuchen slyly and smiled: "Concubine Yang's son has grown up, and his current ability is enough to be independent, I heard that the matter of establishing a prince in the Great Wei Dynasty has been in an uproar recently, aren't you afraid that the hand that killed Concubine Yang back then will reach out to her only son again?" ”

Wuchen's calm eyes suddenly set off a storm, staring at Zhuo Lang deadly.

Zhuo Lang continued: "His Royal Highness is also a member of the royal family, and he must know best how dangerous this turmoil should be; If you really feel guilty about her, now you have a chance to compensate her and let her son become the crown prince and the future master of this great Wei world. ”