love day

Qingtian listened to Wangkong's words, but did not comment.But Wangkong couldn't help it, and asked curiously: "Does the abbot have any ideas?" The other party suspected that they were from Shaolin Temple, so they retreated immediately.I don't know what the other party's original purpose was.

"It doesn't matter what you think, as long as it has nothing to do with us." Along the way, Qingtian seldom talked to them. This was the first time that he expressed his meaning so clearly.It didn't sound like something a kid his age would say, but it made perfect sense.

Huangjue Temple doesn't care about martial arts affairs, since the other party is not coming for them, why should they meddle in their own business.It's just that the child's words still sound a bit cold.

Seeing Wangkong's silence, Qingtian didn't continue the topic. Although it was cold outside, he felt that the air was very fresh, so fresh that it smelled a little sweet.

"Abbot." Wang Kong asked himself that he was not impatient, and he could hold his breath.But facing Qingtian, he is obviously a ten-year-old child, and he feels that the child's thoughts cannot be judged by the thoughts of his peers.

The royal was the second person to be sent to Huangjue Temple after Senior Brother Wanglian.Although he is the grandson of the empress dowager, everyone knows that his status is more noble than that of the prince.It was because the empress dowager loved him more than the prince.

With such a precious status, why did you become a monk?

"Huh?" Qingtian whispered.

"Why did the abbot ask Wang Se to go back?" Wang Kong didn't believe it was because he was going to Huangjue Temple to report his safety.

Qingtian was silent for a while: "He has a quick temper." It was just four words, and Qingtian stopped talking, but Wangkong understood.

Take today's incident as an example, Wang Se rushed out like this, if something happened, they would be embarrassed.However, Wangkong stared at Qingtian, and he began to understand why the master master passed on the position of abbot to this child.

It seems that this child has nothing to do with the world, but his mind is clearer and calmer than their adults.

Wang Se is a bit conceited because of his high martial arts skills, maybe this time he will come out, it will make him grow up and mature a lot.

"Wangkong." In the quiet forest, Qingtian's voice can give people a sense of tranquility.

"kindness?"

"You said, if you live in this world, if you live to wait for death, then what's the point of living?" Birth, old age, sickness and death, such experience and reincarnation, like Master, although he is a generation of eminent monks, after death, nothing is left.

Wangkong couldn't answer Qingtian's question.Wangkong felt that his own cultivation was not enough, and that the monks were all empty, but how many people could really do it?In other words, who can really live and die meaninglessly?

"Then why is the abbot alive?" Wang Kong asked.

"It's not that I love living, it's my parents who gave birth to me, I can't help myself." Qingtian replied with a serious look.

It's just that Wang Kong wanted to laugh when he listened.Laugh at the purity and cuteness of this child.

"Then now, is there anyone who is worthy of your life for those who live with affection?"

Loving person?Someone worthy of his good life?

Qing Tian recalled that since he could remember, Aunt Rong was the first to live with him, then Imperial Physician Li, then the Queen Mother... and finally Mo Tianqiong.

Qingtian lowered his head, in the dark night, Wangkong couldn't see his face, the loneliness he showed, the helplessness he showed.

Uncle Tianqiong...Qingtian raised his head and looked at the sky.When he was very young, five years ago, he fell to the ground, and it was Uncle Tianqiong who picked him up from the ground and bandaged him.He has always liked Uncle Tianqiong, beautiful things, who doesn't like them?But he doesn't like Yuqin, maybe at the beginning, he also liked this beautiful child.However, he will never forget how Yuqin looked down on him when he showed his favor.

At that time, he was young, and although he was a little sad, his curiosity about new things attracted him even more.

Qingtian sighed.

He likes to be with the master, unfettered, looking at different things and going to different places every day, but... his eyes are a little red, the master is dead.

After Xuankong died, Qingtian never cried.He was indifferent and had promised Xuan Kong not to cry, but now, he suddenly felt so sad.

Master...Uncle Tianqiong...

"Wangkong, can I go back to the palace?" In the past two years, he has never been back to the palace, he didn't mention it, and Xuankong didn't tell him that he can go back when he wants to.

"When the abbot wants to go back, of course he can go back at any time."

"Thank you." Qingtian turned his head and gave him a smile, "Then I will go back after this martial arts conference is over."

The next day

At dawn, Wang Se said goodbye to them.

And those few martial arts people know that Qingtian and the others are from Huangjue Temple, so they naturally know that the abbot of Huangjue Temple is the main judge of the martial arts conference.

It's hard to believe, but after what happened last night, they decided to be safer with the people from Huangjue Temple.So, one of them stepped forward and suggested: "Several masters, we are also going to participate in the martial arts conference. I wonder if we can go on the road with you, so we can have someone to take care of us on the way."

this?Forget about hesitation.

"I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Hong Wei. I am from Hongjiazhuang. Hongjiazhuang is famous for its medicine. My uncle is favored by the Holy One and works in the palace. So everyone can rest assured that we are not bad people." This person Hong Wei was the one who asked for water first last night.

"This..." Wangkong looked at Qingtian.

"Have you ever hurt your hand?" Unexpectedly, Qingtian took the initiative to talk, and looked at Hong Wei with some enthusiasm.

"It's the right hand. It was naughty when I was a child, and the fracture was quite serious. Because of my injury, I couldn't learn the acupuncture method passed down from generation to generation by the Hong family, so I took up martial arts. How did you know?" Hong Wei was very surprised.

"I heard from Yuanshou Hong." At that time, he couldn't move his hand, so Yuanshou Hong told him about Hong Wei, but he didn't expect to meet Hong Wei here.

What?Uncle is an imperial doctor in the palace, and the little abbot of Huangjue Temple actually knows him. Huangjue Temple is a royal temple, and this little abbot knows his uncle, so the status of this little abbot must be either rich or noble.No, it is impossible for a noble person alone to invite an imperial doctor.Moreover, my uncle is the head of the imperial hospital, so ordinary nobles in the palace may not be able to invite him.

"If you can tell my uncle about this matter, you must be very familiar with my uncle." Since we knew each other, we naturally left together.It was rare for Qingtian to have someone he was familiar with, and he was a little interested, so he sat in the carriage and chatted with Hong Wei.

"I have known him for five years." Qingtian recalled, "When I met him, he was not the head of the hospital." At that time, the head of the hospital was Li Taiyi.Thinking of the master who made him feel warm, Qingtian suddenly missed him.

At that time, he followed Mrs. Li's medical treatment. Although the time was short, the side courtyard of Prince Yu's Mansion was full of his herbs.Those herbs were planted when he was just learning to walk. At that time, they were just fun for children. After entering the palace, Aunt Rong took care of those herbs, and he would go back once a month.

What?Hong Wei was even more surprised. From Qingtian's words, he took it for granted that Qingtian was the prince.Prince?Thinking about it this way, I think it makes sense.

"By the way, is there a lot of herbs in your yard?" Qingtian didn't have any scheming, Hong Wei asked, and Qingtian replied, completely unaware that her identity might be leaked.Alive, this is his magnanimity.

However, the few people who were with Hong Wei paid more attention.They knew Hong Wei and the situation of Hong Wei's family, so who is this little abbot?They are also speculating about his identity.

"Much, we have our own medicine field, which is filled with a lot of herbs. If you are interested, I will take you to have a look after this martial arts conference is over?" Hong Wei is also an enthusiastic person, although he can't Learning the techniques of acupuncture and moxibustion passed down from generation to generation by the Hong family, but this does not affect his interest in medical skills, but he prefers martial arts to medical skills.He can't hold a sword with his right hand, so he uses his left hand. His left-handed sword is also quite famous in martial arts.

"Okay." Qingtian readily agreed.The corner of the child's lips curled up into a smile, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

drive……

The horse was already very tired, and Mo Tianqiong knew that the horse hadn't had a good rest for two whole days, and they, too, only ate some dry food on the way.On weekdays, Mo Tianqiong would definitely have high demands on all aspects, but there is no way now, he is anxious to go to Huangjue Temple to learn the truth.

"Wu Xuan, hold on for a while longer." Mo Tianqiong stroked his beloved horse, "Drive..."

Xiao Qingtian, you wait for uncle.

Three days, three days' journey, Mo Tianqiong and others only took two days.This is not only a horse is a BMW, people also need absolute perseverance.

"Master, Huangjue Temple is here." Cheng Ying called out happily.

"kindness."

Mo Tianqiong flew off his horse and threw Wu Xuan to the subordinates behind him.

"Who dares to trespass on Huangjue Temple?" The monk guarding the gate blocked Mo Tianqiong's way.

"Senior brother, when I was practicing in Huangjue Temple, the Dharma name was Wanglian."

What?forget love.

inner hall.

"Ordinary monk, please refer to King Xiaoyao." It was Xuan Nian who came to see Mo Tianqiong.

"Uncle Master, you don't need to be too polite." Mo Tianqiong asked directly, "Uncle Master, I heard at Hanxiang Lake... I heard that Master passed away, but is there such a situation?"

In fact, when the gatekeeper came to report Mo Tianqiong's arrival, Xuan Nian had expected that Mo Tianqiong came because of this incident.Otherwise, it's not a big day for this happy and carefree king, how could he appear here?

"Senior brother Xuan Kong has passed away, and his ashes have been enshrined in the ancestral hall. Please, my lord."

"Master...how did he pass away?" Mo Tianqiong was on the way to the ancestral hall.

"My lord came from Hanxiang Lake, do you know the most serious matter in Hanxiang Lake?"

"Naturally, the plague....Could it be Master?" The master's martial arts is so strong, Mo Tianqiong can't think of anyone in this world who can kill him, but what if it is a plague?Wait a minute, in the death list of foreign personnel that Chengying found out, there is no one's name alone. Could it be Master?

"Uncle Master, please tell me this matter in detail." If it is really Master, what about Xiaoqingtian? "Uncle Shi, I miss Qingtian a little bit, please send someone to call him here."

"Abbot Wangchen is not in the temple right now."

"Abbot?" Mo Tianqiong stopped and paused for a moment. The master passed away, and Xiao Qingtian became the abbot of Huangjue Temple, but the queen mother did not want Qingtian to be a monk for a lifetime, and now he is the abbot of Huangjue Temple , which means...

"My lord, please listen to me tell the truth." Xuan Nian told Mo Tianqiong about Qingtian and Xuankong's stay in Hanxiang Lake, as well as Xuankong's suicide note.

Mo Tianqiong didn't speak, but his expression had already betrayed the shock in his heart.In addition to being shocked, he was more distressed, a kind of heart-wrenching pain.Xiao Qingtian brought Master's ashes back to Huangjue Temple from Hanxiang Lake alone. If he hadn't met a kind person on the way, then he...

Mo Tianqiong didn't dare to think, the only thing he could do now was not to grieve about Xuankong's matter, life and death had their own fate, everyone in Huangjue Temple could see it openly, and he saw it even more openly.So the only thing he has to do now, what he wants to do, is to go to Beiwulin to find Qingtian.