big master, big liar

"Forget it, this is a mute."

After hearing Ji Yunxi's words, Song Xuan was a little hesitant when he saw Jueyuan's young master's flickering and evasive expression, but he hadn't stood up yet.

But I didn't want Jueyuan to hear this sentence, and suddenly rushed forward with big strides.

He grabbed the corner of Song Xuan's clothes with one hand, and quickly drew with the other hand, making the sound of "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" tears poured out again like a river that broke its embankment.

Song Xuan was taken aback by Jue Yuan's actions, but realized something: "Little Master...do you have something to say to me?"

Jueyuan howled loudly, nodded vigorously, and gestured faster, but realized in Song Xuan's eyes that no one could understand what he was saying.

The people in front of you will not understand.

There was a look of despair in Jueyuan's eyes. The weird and guarded little monk had already collapsed when he first met him. He wailed heart-piercingly, and began to hit his head on the ground, until he bled. It was not until Song Xuan took his hand.

"Wait--little master, you wait," Song Xuan stopped him from continuing to abuse himself, clenched his cold little hand, which was less than half the size of his palm, and softly comforted him. "Don't worry, calm down, you still have something to tell me... right? So, don't worry... there will be a way..." He patted Jueyuan's back repeatedly.

There was a strange comfort in Song Xuan's voice, which made him hold Song Xuan's hand tightly.

And Song Xuan also slightly closed his eyes amidst the repeated words.

At the moment when he was ready to accept Jue Yuan's memory, he felt the coldness rushing towards his face.

Song Xuan is very clear about his abilities, he usually can only accept the scenes and information in a person's memory, but cannot feel the mood of the person involved.

In the memory of others, he is just a reader, a recipient of information.

It is precisely because of this incomplete acceptance that he can distinguish those are his real experiences and those are the memories he is reading.

Only in this way can he not lose his own existence in the real information input.

But only under some extremely special circumstances, he would feel sporadic emotions that belonged to the owner of the memory.

The last time he felt such emotions was when he was reading Ji Yunxi's memory.

The loneliness and pain in the palace, as well as the warmth of childhood, are the master's overflowing emotions, which can only be shared with him.

And here in Jueyuan, he felt it again.

It was a twisted, bone-chilling despair.

It seems to be a mournful cry from the depths of the soul——

Ever since he could remember, Jue Yuan knew he was dumb.

He has no tongue.

Maybe there used to be, but it was hanged by the head beggar.

The beggar head is the leader of all the beggars in their area. He led a group of beggars around and abducted children and women from good families.

The good-looking children will be sold, and the lesser ones will be kept as apprentices, teaching them to steal and cheat, and earn money for the ancestors to squander.

Of course, there are some children who are weak, sick, or not smart enough to steal or cheat. The beggar leader will break their legs, or blind their eyes, and twist their tongues. Throw them into the street to beg and earn the sympathy of the common people.

Jue Yuan is such a child.

He was born thin and small, and when he was eight years old, he looked about the same size as a six-year-old child, and his tongue was twisted, so he wandered with the beggar head.

At that time, whenever he saw someone, he would rush forward, open his mouth wide to show others the emptiness in his mouth, hang a sign with unknown words, and gesture to ask the other party to give him some leftovers or money.

If he didn't get enough money that day, he would be hanged and beaten by the beggar leader's men.

What he was most afraid of was that the head beggar would think that his appearance was not miserable enough, and he would consider cutting off his arm or something—there were many such examples.

He didn't know how painful his life was, in short, he was alive.

Also just alive.

Until he followed the beggar head to Wangchuan City and met Qingkong.

Song Xuan thought that Jingkong would be a kind-hearted old monk, but when he saw him in Jueyuan's memory, he couldn't help being surprised.

Chin Kung is a very young monk.

With delicate and clean facial features, there is a faint smile between his brows.

When he saw Jueyuan for the first time, Jingkong poked Jueyuan's forehead with his finger, and said with a smile: "Little beggar, don't try to pretend to be pitiful with me, I won't accept your trick."

But it was too late to say this, and Qing Kong brought clean food from the temple again, and watched him eat it: "When you are full, you can go to the city to find a job, whether it is an apprentice or a servant, in the end won't starve to death."

Yes, he will not starve to death, but he will be beaten to death by the head beggar.

Jue Yuan felt that Jing Kong was a fool.

He couldn't help but secretly rolled his eyes.

Jingkong saw it, and opened his mouth exaggeratedly: "Well, you little beggar, you have a temper, you dare to roll your eyes at me when I give you something to eat."

Jue Yuan didn't speak, just buried himself in his meal.

He hadn't eaten a decent meal in a long time, and he didn't want to waste his meal time on a fool.

However, Jing Kong became interested and kept poking at Jue Yuan: "Come on, let me have a look at another one, one, one—"

It's like the group of people watching a monkey show on the street. When they see a monkey doing somersaults, they crowd around and shout: "Turn one, turn another", it's very annoying.

Jueyuan refused to pay attention to him, Jingkong's brothers around him said that the beggar was a white-eyed wolf, but Jingkong laughed.

He said, this child is horizontal at first glance, I like horizontal, soft like a melon, what's the point.

Jing Kongqiang pulled him, bathed him, changed his clothes, stuffed him with dry food, and wrote him a letter by himself, telling him to go to the medicine shop in the city, saying that if he went there, he would have enough to eat , do some chores, and learn some pharmaceutical skills.

Jueyuan left wearing warm clothes.

He didn't go to the smithy because the beggar's men kept watching them.

His dry food was snatched by beggars, his clothes were torn and soiled, and his letters were torn to pieces in the fight.

He is still the beggar, but he no longer dares to beg at the gate of the temple.

He was afraid of meeting the empty space.

But he still met.

"Little beggar, I have found you." Jing Kong rubbed his hands that were red from the cold, and even the breath he exhaled was white. "I asked the people in the medicine shop, why didn't you go?"

"Afraid of suffering? Afraid of being tired?" Jing Kong guessed.

He opened his mouth, the first time he hated himself so much that he could only make an "ahhh" sound.

This person will probably go.

Thinking of this, Jueyuan suddenly had the idea of ​​retreating: he didn't want to watch this person turn around and leave him indifferently.

But he was suddenly pinched by the shoulder.

Jing Kong squatted down, staring at him with a pair of clear eyes: "Little beggar, is there something on your mind?"

Jue Yuan didn't know that he was crying.

Later, after inquiring, Jing Kong found the head beggar, gave him a lot of money, and redeemed him.

This is what Jueyuan heard from Master Jingming.

"It's also because of your predestined relationship with him. None of us can afford this money, and only Junior Brother Jingkong..." When Jingming said this, he suddenly stopped talking for some reason.

Jue Yuan stared at him with doubts written all over his face.

Jingming smiled and patted his head: "That's all karma from your master before he became a monk. Monks don't lie, so I can't talk nonsense to you."

Jue Yuan left angrily.

Jue Yuan thinks that Chin Kung might be a fake monk.

Ching Kung does not hide from the world at all. When he was in the monastery, he mostly jumped up and down with a smile on his face, and never chanted obscure Buddhist scriptures like the other monks.

Every day, he brought those few books of medical techniques, nestled in the room and tossed the medicinal materials. Only when facing those patients, would he put away his smiling side and show a serious demeanor.

Occasionally joked with him.

"Jueyuan, why are you so short? The son of the pharmacy is the same age as you, and already half taller than you, but you are still only a tiny bit." Qing Kong held his chin every time. The top of his head gestures and draws. "Let's go out together, and people will believe you are my son."

"Jueyuan, why don't I just say I'm your father when I go out in the future? The bald son and the monk's father, it sounds like a lot of fun."

Jue Yuan glared at him, ignoring him.

"You don't want to be my son?" Jing Kong became more enthusiastic. "Then why don't I just say that I'm your brother? How about it! The bald brother and brother Shang are also a big show!"

Later, Jing Kong chased him all over the temple and called his younger brother. Jingming in the temple heard his words and reprimanded the two of them, especially Jing Kong, who locked him up for more than half a month.

That's right, the abbot in this temple is Jing Kong, but Jing Ming is in charge, and sometimes even Jing Kong has to suffer from him.

As for how Qing Kong became a monk and abbot, this is a difficult mystery.

Jueyuan listened to the few words in the temple, and knew that Jingkong was originally a very brilliant doctor, with a prominent family background, and his ancestors even had imperial physicians.

Later, because of his youth and arrogance, he took a life lawsuit on behalf of his friend, was expelled from the house, and finally lived in Wangchuan City, where he chose to shave or become a monk.

Now he has already passed his thirties, but because of his simple nature, he looks young on the face.

Jue Yuan wanted to ask, does he have any family members?

But he can't speak.

Jingming wanted to teach him how to write, but Jingkong said that when he was older, let him grow his hair back, send him to the academy, let him read and write, and marry a wife and have children in the future, don't mix with them old monks .

As for now, let him play happily in the temple for a few years.It's not too late to read when he grows up.

However, the clearance has not seen him grow up.

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