The days of being "confined and confined" are always too boring, so I count my fingers day by day and pass the days boringly.

Suddenly, one day, among the pilgrims of Fushan Temple, there was a news to each other, Master Wuchen had returned from his travels, and the pilgrims who came and went to the temple also seemed to be more.

On this day, Jing Li quietly entered Master Wuchen's meditation room, and after a while, he quietly left Fushan Temple with a young man named Jingxiu and Mobei, of course, and took away the long-awaited Forget Worry Flower.

The next morning, Mrs. Mu brought Mu Qingwan and Mu Yan to visit Master Wuchen.

"Little master, please tell Master Wuchen, just say that Pingcheng Muzhong's family asks to see him, thank Master Wuchen for saving his life to the little girl that day." Mrs. Mu politely said to the little novice who was cleaning in front of the meditation room.

"Anitabha, donor, please go back, the host has commanded, I will not see you today." The little novice folded his hands and bent down to reply.

"In that case, I'll come back tomorrow." Mrs. Mu nodded in response to the novice and turned to leave.

"The donor doesn't have to come again. Remember, the cause of the past life, the effect of this life, life is created by oneself, the phase is born from the heart, everything in the world is incarnated, the mind does not move, everything does not move, the mind does not change, everything does not change. Amitabha. ”

A young, magnetic voice came from the meditation room.

"Yes, the woman was taught." Doubts flashed in Mrs. Mu's eyes, and she didn't know why, but she still bowed in the direction of the meditation room, and pulled Mu Qingwan and Mu Yan to turn around and leave.

Mu Qingwan looked back at the meditation room, pondering in her heart, past life? Life? It is rumored that Master Wuchen has great wisdom, do you know where I come from? What does that mean? Can I go back?

Mu Qingwan silently recited Master Wuchen's words in her heart, and she didn't know why.

Mu Yan was ignorant and ignorant of the world.

In the meditation room, a man wearing a hat and a robe withdrew his gaze from the outside of the meditation room.

The man took off his hat, and the green silk at one end naturally hung down, untied, and the dustless master in the mouth of the world turned out to be a fake monk!

The man is about twenty years old, with a very charming face, thin red lips, and a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, which is charming to fill in, but the man has a pair of very contradictory, clear deer eyes, and a kind of innocence that does not understand the world.

Two lines of tears slipped across Wuchen's face, and he muttered to himself, "Liluo, I did it, did you see it?" ”

"Mother, why doesn't Master Wuchen see us? Have you ever met a dustless master? What kind of person is he? Mu Qingwan took Mrs. Mu's hand, looking like a good student.

"It is rumored that Master Wuchen picked up the child from the previous host, and he has great wisdom and is admired since he was a child. He has the medical skills to bring the dead back to life, but he can't save people's lives. But every time Wuchen shows people, he wears a hood on his head, and I haven't heard of anyone who has seen his true appearance. Some people say that the dustless master is handsome and extraordinary, while others say that the dustless master is ugly. But I don't know, I haven't really seen it. Speaking of the dustless master, Mrs. Mu also has a look of respect.

"Mother, I'm hungry." Mu Yan pulled Mrs. Mu's sleeve aggrievedly.

"Uh, okay, let's go, go back and have a snack."

After the Seventh Prince Jing Li left Fushan Temple, Mrs. Mu also packed up and returned to the Wancheng General Military Mansion.