Raised a poor little

Xuan Yi knew from a young age that he had a predestined relationship with Buddha.

When he was ten years old, the village where he was born was infected with the plague, and all the villagers died, but he was the only survivor.His mother held his hand tightly before she died, unwilling to swallow her last breath.

He knew what his mother was insisting on, and he knew what his mother wanted him to promise.

But as long as he doesn't say anything, his mother will always hold on.

"Ho, ho..."

His mother really couldn't hold it anymore, she was already venting more than she was ventilating, but she still grabbed his hand desperately, wanting to listen to his promise.

"Okay, I promise you, I will go to Lingyin Temple to find him."

After all, Xuan Yi still couldn't calm down, and said the sentence his mother wanted to hear the most.

His mother closed her eyes in satisfaction.

The last breath was also broken.

After finishing the funeral in silence, Xuan Yi picked up the luggage that he had packed long ago.It is said to be a luggage, but in fact there is only one or two changes of clothes in it.Under the plague, every family was so poor that it was difficult for them to make ends meet, and he was no exception.

The mountain road ahead was very rugged, but it encountered heavy rain at night.Bean-sized raindrops fell densely from the sky, soon soaking Xuan Yi's clothes.

In desperation, Xuan Yi found an abandoned ancient temple for the night.The dry firewood was crackling and burning, and with the sound of the majestic rain outside the temple, there was a curl of green smoke.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Xuan Yi's originally relaxed nerves tensed instantly.

Holding a torch, he searched around, and finally found out the reason—behind the dilapidated Buddha statue, the body of a man in black was hidden.

It should have just died not long ago. The man in black had many uncoagulated wounds on his body, and the bloody smell in the air was emitted from these wounds.And in his increasingly cold arms, he was holding a baby who didn't cry or fuss, and looked at Xuan Yi with wide eyes.

Even if Xuan Yi is not a monk at this time, saving someone's life is still what he does.

Without any hesitation, Xuan Yi immediately took out a change of clothes from the luggage, and covered the baby with two extra layers, lest he catch the cold due to the cold weather.

The next morning, the rain stopped and the sky cleared.Holding the sleeping baby in his arms, he set foot on the road to Lingyin Temple again.

When they arrived at Lingyin Temple, the old abbot just returned from his trip.He was overjoyed when he saw Xuan Yi, but inadvertently, he saw that the innermost part of the milk doll was wrapped in a layer of bright yellow silk and satin.The old abbot was frightened instantly, and sent monks to report to the court overnight with silk and satin.

Later, the imperial court sent officials to welcome the Ninth Prince who was living outside to return to the palace.On the day of leaving, the milk baby tugged at Xuan Yi's robe and refused to let go, crying loudly.

Xuan Yi coaxed him patiently, regardless of whether he understood or not, he kept teasing him with soft eyebrows and eyes.It was not until he was tired of teasing him and fell asleep that the officials of the court took him away smoothly.

Xuan Yi stood where he was, watching them leave silently, his lonely and stubborn figure seemed to merge with the dwarf pine trees in front of the temple.

"Amitabha! A monk should have pure six sense organs and empty five aggregates. Don't be attached to the secular world anymore!" The old abbot persuaded him, and gave him a dharma name after he shaved his head.

"The Dharma is mysterious, ninety-nine return to one. Your Dharma name should be Xuan Yi!"

From then on, he entered Buddhism and abandoned human affairs.

It has been 20 years since I met that milk doll again.

After the death of the old abbot, he became more and more silent, immersed in Buddhism all day long, and ignored world affairs.

"Little master looks so handsome! Shall we get to know each other?" Kuang Lang's frivolous voice came from the window pane, with a hint of familiarity.

Xuan raised his head and recognized him immediately.

Even if 20 years is enough to make him pull out his hair and change his appearance drastically, it can't change his pair of smiling eyes.

As an old friend, Xuanyi naturally had more patience with him than the others, and it was quite opportunistic to come and go again and again.

Later, this distinguished benefactor loved to visit him whenever he had anything to do, as if he regarded the temple as his second home outside the palace.

"Monk, why did you become a monk? Do you still remember your lay name?"

Xuan Yi shook his head honestly.

He really couldn't remember the layman's name.In my impression, his mother never gave him a name.

As for why he became a monk, it was because his father was the old abbot here.But this matter is a secret, he does not want to tell the other party.

"Then shall I give you a name?" The other party suddenly became excited.

"The six faculties of monks are pure, and the five aggregates are all empty, so they don't need a layman's name." He shook his head and rejected the other party.

The opponent's wilting was visible to the naked eye.

Seeing the other party's disappointed reaction, he couldn't bear it after all: "But I haven't written yet."

"That's right! Then I'll give you a word!" The other party became lively again in an instant.

"Okay." He nodded slightly.

Cloud returns.

The other party wrote these two words on the white declaration stroke by stroke.

"Okay! I'll call you Yungui later!"

"Okay." He still responded with a good temper, and asked the other party politely: "Then what is your word?"

"I won't tell you!" The other party not only kept silent about it in a petty manner, but even made an inch of it: "Also, I can only call your name! You can't tell other people!"

He laughed dumbfounded, how can there be such a reason?

"What if they accidentally overheard it?"

"That's not allowed!" The other party came to the conclusion domineeringly: "Anyway, I'm the only one who can call!"

All right.tyrant.

In his heart, he labeled the other party as brutal and authoritarian.After thinking about it, I added another childish label.

Well, both domineering and childish!

Then, a lot of things happened between them.He broke the precept because of killing, and can no longer return to Lingyin Temple.The other party ignored all opinions and insisted on taking him back to the palace.A hundred years later, the other party had passed away, even though he had a heavenly cultivation, he couldn't keep the other party.

After wandering for thousands of years, he is finally here.By chance, I discovered the reincarnation stone and learned its usage.

Thunder Tribulation, Reincarnation Stone, Obsession of the Heart.

He sat cross-legged under the nine thunderclouds, his heart was extremely peaceful.

"Really don't take any protective measures? What if you don't succeed and die?" People around him are persuading him.

"Actually, I wanted to die for him a long time ago." He didn't care, and even felt a sense of relief at last.

Thunder and lightning whizzed down, splitting his veins and muscles.

Under the influence of his cultivation, he did not die.But the pain didn't ease by half because he didn't die, on the contrary, it became even more tormenting.

The intense pain made him pass out, and when he woke up again, it was a sunny new world.

He was in a palace building with red walls and gray tiles, and there was no one around.When I looked up, I could vaguely smell the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Walking along the scent, the teacher's reprimand and familiar rebuttal sounded into his ears.

"Li Mingyue!" The master jumped up angrily at his stubborn student, "Look at what you wrote?! You are fined to copy the book three times! You are not allowed to leave if you can't finish copying!"

"Slightly slightly slightly!" The naughty boy made a face at him, threw the book and left him in a fit of anger.

The room instantly became quiet.Huo.gwo.made by

The young man curled his lips, feeling very boring.While looking around in boredom, he caught a glimpse of a monk looking at him incredulously outside the window.

"He... what did he call you just now?" The monk's eyes were red, and his voice was trembling.

"Li Mingyue." He didn't understand why the monk had such a big reaction, but he subconsciously felt that the other party would not hurt him. "Mingyue is my word, given by my father. Does it sound good?"

Master Xuan Yi froze in place, and the answer he hadn't gotten for many years crushed him in an instant.

Tears welled up uncontrollably, blurring his vision.His lips moved, but he couldn't make a sound.

Mingyue was there, Zeng Zhaocai returned.

Thousands of years ago, how complicated was that domineering and childish person to choose the word for him?

After that, what kind of duplicity was used to threaten him not to ask about his own writing?

Bright moon, cloud return.

Bright moon, cloud return.

They have experienced life and death, the passage of time and the vicissitudes of life.

But fortunately, it's not too late.

After going around and around, they finally met again.

Mingyue was there, Zeng Zhaocai returned.

Since Mingyue is here, Yungui will naturally return here.

Live up to the bright moon and live up to you.