Spring is thick and thin

Mengniang stepped onto a deserted path with a blank expression, and her confidant followed her with vigilance in his eyes.

After walking for a long time, Mengniang rested on the road for a while before arriving at her destination.Outside the small courtyard, a figure in black suddenly appeared. It was clearly daytime, but there was no warning before the man in black appeared.The man in black took out the key and unlocked the door. Mengniang then stepped in, looking around the yard with a complicated expression.

In her eyes, the yard was dilapidated and dilapidated, with weeds growing wildly and wildly. The dumb slave took a big broom made of branches and swept the ground one by one, without seeing any changes on the ground every time.

And that evil one, sitting on the threshold with his knees hugged, stared blankly ahead, his eyes unfocused.It seems to be an appointment, a dumb slave, a villain, when they see someone coming in, they don't respond.

Mengniang coughed lightly, but only the dumb slave put down the crude broom and stood behind the boy without looking at her.Mengniang had no choice but to walk in front of the boy.This child is two years older than her own Kang Yu, but Mengniang looked at her and felt that Kang Yu was healthier than him. Kang Yu was tall and strong, but this child was too thin.

Mengniang looked at him further and carefully, her eyes skipped over his dark brown hair, paused for a while at his blue pupils, and then turned her head with a little disgust.

When she saw him for the first time, she still watched the dumb slave carry him into the yard when he was just born. At that time, she never thought that he would survive—she didn't want him to die, but, in this kind of situation Under such circumstances, it is strange that he survived, isn't it?This time, it was the second time she saw him.She found that this child was really beautiful, but this beauty was strange and unclean.She felt that this child was beautiful, but it made people feel dirty.

The shadow guard said he never saw the boy come out of the yard.There was no sound in the yard, he had no chance to learn to speak, and he was even a little stupid.Mengniang came here this time just to confirm it for herself, because it seemed to be her mother's intuition, she always felt that the little son's strange behavior seemed to be related to the only disharmonious factor in the Hou's mansion, this evil seed, and she had nothing to do with the rest. Knowing everything well, it stands to reason that she should also know her son well, but Wei Kangyu was out of her control from a very early age.

So she came, and seeing his lifeless eyes and demeanor, she was finally relieved.She had inquired that there was a monk with great supernatural powers in the Wukou Temple outside the capital, and she planned to take the young master to see it in a few days.She turned around bluntly and stepped out of the small courtyard. The man in black locked the door expressionlessly.

This lock is not a dumb slave, but the boy inside the lock who shouldn't exist.

At the same time as the courtyard door was locked, Jing Yan stretched his waist, lay on his back, and reclined on the threshold, with one hand bent up to support his head.Beside him, there is a notched bowl, in which is the sweet honey that he just plucked. He slowly picks up a flower, sucks the honey juice, and then spits the remaining flower on the ground, very leisurely.

The dumb slave kicked the broom aside, picked up a pair of scissors, and tried clumsily and hard to trim the flowers and plants in the yard, but he often cut off the branches with flower buds and left the useless branches.After cutting and cutting, I saw a lot of branches on the ground, and then looked at the flowers and trees, but I couldn't find any changes.

Jing Yan looks very leisurely, but in his heart he is thinking about a very complicated question: What the hell am I?I'm like, very powerful?

After thinking about it, he forgot about this question, quickly jumped up from the threshold, and went out to have fun.

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When the young master passed by the tree garden, he saw that the reconstruction of the tree garden had already started.Presumably it won't be long before the old garden will reappear.

When Mengniang's servants came to ask him what else he wanted, the young master had only one request, and that was to restore his original appearance.

He didn't dare to change it without authorization, what if that person didn't like it?

I haven't seen him for so long, the young master is angry and sad, and there is a conjecture that he doesn't want to bring up. If that person is really some kind of ghost, will there be a ghost in the ruined garden? Which one is his prototype?Otherwise, why didn't he show up for so long?In the past six months, the young master has always thought about his words and deeds back then. Did he offend him so much that he didn't want to see him?

Can not think of, how can not think of.He was obviously careful enough, cautious enough, for fear of making him angry, but he still disappeared—what else could be the reason?

The little boy didn't dare to think anymore.

He could only think that after those servants who couldn't be driven away by beatings and scolding left, he would come back after the garden he loved was rebuilt, right?

He can only think so.

Under these heavy worries, the news that Mengniang was pregnant was not worth mentioning.Although born in a famous family, children of the same age have already learned how to compete with brothers and sisters, but the little son has no such awareness. Perhaps it is because the initial memory is lost, and he has no attachment to his parents when he was born. When I was young, what impressed me the most was that boy who appeared to be the same age as me, but didn't care so much about other things.

It was great that my mother was pregnant so she wouldn't be staring at me alone.The little boy just thought of it so heartlessly.

When the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, Mengniang takes the young master to Wukou Temple.

Whether it is the old emperor or the current emperor, they all sneered at monks and Taoists who preached strange powers and gods. Although there are Taoist temples and Buddhist temples in the capital, these two buildings have been reduced to places for entertainment. Monks and Taoists are more like small vendors. Those who sell some lucky charms, people come to these places just to get a good fortune.

But Buddhism and Taoism are not so easy to suppress, and many high-ranking officials and nobles believe this. The reputation of Wukou Temple outside the capital came from their mouths. People like this can always connect three or five examples to prove the supernatural powers of the laughing monk. What is the newborn baby's face that is blue, but the complexion is rosy after being chanted by the laughing monk? He calmed down as soon as he came, Lingling always talked about such children's things, but Wei Kangyu was still a child, Mengniang asked after a long time, and then decided to bring the young master to see.

Wuling Temple is a small temple, and it was an abandoned Taoist temple that was picked up and rebuilt. It looks nondescript, and it looks like a lie. It has calmed down a lot, there seems to be an atmosphere here, and she can calm down, and her half-belief about this place has also disappeared.

There are only five monks in the Wuling Temple, and the laughing monk is the host. In addition, there are four monks: the crying monk, the angry monk, the sad monk, and the greedy monk. Only the laughing monk accepts the commission to go out, and the other four monks All day only in the temple chanting.As soon as Mengniang and the young master stepped into the door, the smiling monk came over with a smile, clasped his hands together and recited Amitabha, and asked, "What is the benefactor doing?"

He didn't look at Mengniang, but at the young master.

The young master followed him on his own initiative this time, and he was also curious, thinking that the monk really had supernatural powers, and maybe he could answer one or two questions about that person for him.It's all because the descriptions of the monk's way in the market novels are too exaggerated. When he was younger, he wanted to learn a few tricks.

However, after he came into contact with martial arts and learned guns from his father, he learned a lot of secrets about Jiang Hu from his father, and realized that most of the novels in the market are written by down-and-out literati to support their families. Naturally, writing is all nonsense, and the power of the monks is all in their mouths, but the kung fu in their hands is nothing.Hearing this, the young master was naturally disappointed, but today was his first contact with monks, so he still had this curiosity.

Mengniang heard what the laughing monk said, and asked back: "Master, what do you think I am doing?"

Monk Xiaokou asked in confusion: "How can you ask me about your affairs, benefactor?"

Mengniang frowned, and immediately had a bad impression of this master.She hates asking rhetorical questions, but she doesn't think about it, and she is also asking rhetorical questions.

Mengniang stopped talking, Monk Laughing didn't care, he knelt down and asked the young master, "Little benefactor, what troubles do you have?"

The little prince said, "I'm looking for something, but I can't find it."

The laughing monk said: "That is not difficult to find, but the difficult thing is that you may have to look for it for a lifetime."

Young Master: "As long as he is still around, what's the point of looking for him forever?"

The monk Xiaokou asked again: "Little benefactor, what troubles do you have?"

The young master suddenly became enlightened, and said with a smile: "It's gone, it's been resolved."

Monk Laughing: "This one is gone, is there another one?"

The young master thought for a while and said, "Let's talk about it later, how do I know what I was thinking at that time."

After hearing this, the smiling monk stretched out his hand and pointed out the door: "The two please go ahead."

The young master took Mengniang out who didn't know why, and on the way back, Mengniang asked him: "What do you understand?"

The little boy just smiled and said nothing.

I can't find him now, it doesn't matter, I always look for him.If he can find it for a lifetime, at least he can always hold out hope.

In the Wukou Temple, the weeping monk asked the laughing monk: "How is today?"

Monk Xiaokou nodded the money Mengniang gave and said, "It's easy to send another one. This business is easy to do. As long as they think about it, they can always give themselves an answer."