Your Majesty, I am not worthy

Zen Buddhism in Haojing is flourishing, with more and more disciples.

Large temples can generally entertain wandering monks or pilgrims who have traveled here for three days, while medium-sized temples can eat and live for free for one day.

But those are temples elsewhere.

The Qingquan Temple where Rong Mu is now has always placed the Wei Tuo pestle on the ground, which shows that Qingquan Temple is only a small temple, and it cannot entertain wandering pilgrims for free.

But Rong Mu was able to stay in Qingquan Temple for so many days only because he went down from Qingquan Temple in the first place.

The next day, Rong Mu got up early on purpose to meet Master Jingde.

There are many rules in the temple.

When entering the hospital, the threshold cannot be easily stepped on. You need to be humble when you kneel on the futon. Rong Mu keeps these things in his heart.

At present, the whole wing room is extraordinarily simple, with the smell of incense lingering in front of the nose, the Master Jingde in the front is holding a string of Buddhist beads, and is still praying with his eyes closed, while the man in the gray robe behind him is holding a string of prayer beads Kneeling on the futon, that was Rong Mu who was waiting silently.

After waiting for half an hour, Master Jingde slightly raised his eyelids: "The benefactor is back..."

Master Jingde's voice didn't sound like doubts, it was like simply saying an ordinary fact.

Rong Mu respectfully put his hands together, his glazed eyes drooped, and at this moment he bowed slightly and said, "Amitabha, Jue Mu is back."

He should have had a dharma title and dharma name, but when he was ten years old, he chose to go down the mountain, which meant that the dharma title and dharma name assigned by the sects in the temple had nothing to do with him.

Now he is just a wisp of fluff in the world of mortals. Master Jingde should naturally call him a benefactor, but he is still willing to call himself the name he used to be in the temple, Jue Mu.

But at this moment, what Rong Mu wanted to ask was where did this strand of flakes come from.

He is obviously the youngest son of the Zhenbei Great General's family, how could he be picked up by Master Jingde and adopted in Qingquan Temple for ten years.

For the time being, we can't go to Northern Xinjiang to ask Old General Hua about this question, so Rong Mu had no choice but to ask Master Jingde in the temple right away.

Incense is lingering in the sound of Muyu Buddha, full of Zen.

"I want to know my life experience." Rong Mu Jing said.

Hearing this, Master Jingde paused slightly when he struck the wooden fish.

Rong Mu is clearly not the Shaolang who hadn't left the mountain back then, Master Jingde still looked at Rong Mu with warmth in his eyes: "Forget it, it's time for you to know."

Master Jingde had already taken out the wooden box that had been prepared, and Rong Mu took it with a nod.

There are a few small clothes in the wooden box. When you touch them with your fingertips, the touch is as soft as that of a newborn child.

As if aware of something, Rong Mu clutched his little coat, his eyes sparkling: "This is it?"

"Your mother, that is, what Mrs. Hua left for you."

"Mother..." Rong Mu murmured.

The embroidery of the small clothes is not delicate, but the fabric is good, and the cute little tiger embroidered on it is also very vivid.

And his zodiac is tiger.

Rong Mu's heart softened, as if a warm spring had flowed through it.

"Your mother hasn't yet given birth, but the carriage was exhausted all the way, and there were signs of premature birth when it stopped at the foot of the mountain. Fortunately, there is still a stable woman with you, so you were born safely."

"Then my mother?"

"Your mother was exhausted, and after giving birth to you, she was left hanging on her breath, but later it was said that there was no cure for medicine and stones, so she went."

Rong Mu silently clenched his little coat tightly.

In fact, when he asked the question just now, he knew the answer.

He also carefully investigated the backgrounds of several generations of the Hua family before he knew his life experience.

The Hua family has been martial arts for generations, and it is the same when it comes to the generation of General Hua.

Old General Hua only married one wife, the daughter of the Rong family.

Decades ago, the Rong family was not well-known in the entire Haojing, but Rong Mu also knew that the wife of the old general Hua, the Rong family, had gone early, and it was rumored that she went with the child when she gave birth.

When Rong Mu was investigating, he hadn't associated the couple with himself. Even though he had already guessed some of the answers now, he still couldn't calm down easily after listening to them.

With smooth and firm jaws raised, Rong Mu's pupils were affectionate and slightly dazed: "But why am I in the temple?"

Also like an abandoned baby.

"At the beginning, your father was unable to take care of you due to foreign affairs, so he went up the mountain himself and entrusted you to the temple, and let him keep your life experience a secret."

Hearing this, Rong Mu's heart seemed to burst out of the embankment——

It turned out that he was not an abandoned baby.

"Good boy..." Seeing Rong Mu's absent-minded appearance, Master Jingde sighed helplessly, "That's why I named you Rong Mu. Your mother's real name is Rong, and you came to the temple at dusk. He also carried a silver bracelet with him when he was inside, and it was given to you when you went down the mountain."

Rong Mu had an impression of that bracelet, he used the bracelet to know his identity back then.

Master Jingde has been observing Rong Mu's face, and now he touched his head and sighed: "Don't worry about you, your parents sent you to the temple and didn't tell you your life experience, so they hoped to protect you. You will be safe and happy all your life, and spend your life clean and peaceful.”

Be safe and happy, live your life cleanly and peacefully...

Master Jingde's words are too easy to make people's hearts warm.

Rong Mu raised his head and let Master Jingde touch his head, maintaining the posture of kneeling in front of the futon, his eyes were clear and bright, but the most cruel words were spoken between his thin lips——

"But the child now is dirty."

Old General Hua knew where he was since he was born, which meant that perhaps when he walked alone for so many years, he had always had eyes to take care of him and accompany him.

But what did he do...

For Chu Yuheng's sake, he hurt the Hua family, suppressed the entire Hua family, drove his own father to guard in northern Xinjiang, and imprisoned his own elder brother in the capital.

His hands were stained with so much blood, and his body was dilapidated, and now he came back with bloody hands, how could he be clean.

When Rong Mu came out of the wing room again, the sky was bright and the fog on the peak began to dissipate.

Even though Rong Mu still felt unsteady, he had subdued the uncontrollable bitterness before, and what finally fell on his face was calm and calm as always.

Just now Master Jingde also talked to him a lot.

Including his time in Qingquan Temple in the past ten years, every two years, someone from the Zhenbei General's Mansion secretly came to visit him.

Including when he was ten years old and decided to go down the mountain to study to obtain fame, he was able to easily enter Qingsong Academy and also the old general of the prime minister's mansion with a slight push in the back.

It also includes that his parents named him Hua Huairong when they conceived him.

It's a pity that his birth was not expected by some people in Haojing. In order to protect his future safety, General Hua had no choice but to send him to the Qingquan Temple on the mountain, and unilaterally cut off the connection between them, even the original The well-chosen name has to become what it is now...

Rong Mu was still holding the box he just got from Master Jingde, and the things contained in it were the only things about his mother that he could touch in his life.

As for Master Jingde asking him what he wants to do in the future before leaving, Rong Mu didn't answer at that time, but at the moment his heart is clear.

He walked out from Chu Yuheng's side, and he would definitely not return to that person's side again.

In the future, Yu Sheng will go to Jiangnan to find his brother, or go to Beijiang to find his biological father, no matter which choice he chooses, he should not stay in Haojing.

Tightly hugging the pear-blossom wooden box in her bosom, Rong Twilight, who had already made up her mind, looked far away.

But he never caught a glimpse of the little monk not far away.

The little monk was pacing back and forth under the bodhi tree waiting for him, but when he saw Rong Mu come out in a daze, he quickened his pace and ran over.

"What's wrong with you?" The little monk was puzzled, "When you saw Master Jingde, did Master Jingde scold you?"

Otherwise, how could this person be so sad.

Rong Mu shook his head, he had already adjusted his turbulent mood.

Holding the pear blossom wooden box tightly in his arms, Rong Mu looked at the smiling little monk and asked, "Why are you here?"

The little monk rubbed the seeds on his bald head: "It's my tenth birthday today, and I just came here to deliver letters to my brother, and I'm going down the mountain in the afternoon."

After only hearing the first half of the sentence, Rong Mu understood.

It seems that this little monk has already decided what to do in the future.

The rules of Qingquan Temple are like this, if you don't want to continue to be a monk, then you don't need to deliver any letters, you can just stay in the temple as usual; but if you want to leave, you have to hand over a letter from the superior, indicating where you will go in the future.

Seeing that the little monk had chosen to go down the mountain, Rong Mu congratulated him.

And the little monk scratched his ears in embarrassment, Rong Mu was the first secular person he came into contact with, and he also taught him homework, the little monk was in awe and grateful to Rong Mu.

Before Rong Mu returned to his room, the little monk quickly grabbed Rong Mu's sleeve, stopped him and gave him instructions.

"I heard senior brother say that there are distinguished guests in the temple today, I think you look wrong at the moment, you have to be careful today, don't bump into the rare distinguished guests."

"Guests?" Are there any distinguished guests in Qingquan Temple?

Ke Rongmu raised her brows slightly, slightly puzzled.

Before he had time to listen to the little monk's detailed explanation, the so-called distinguished guest in the little monk's mouth came threateningly from outside the wing room.

All of a sudden, the rare noise outside startled Bodhi in the courtyard, and even disturbed Rong Mu's mood that had just calmed down.

The leader is the one that Rong Mu has been avoiding lately——

Chu Yuheng.

Chu Yuheng's face was grim at the moment, but his whole body had lost a lot of weight. His deep eye sockets were sunken downwards, and his bones became more and more obvious. He estimated that he was stepping up on the morning dew. The bottom of his black robe was obviously stained with strong water vapor. His shoes and boots were also stained with obvious forest sludge.

But the moment Rong Mu saw Chu Yuheng, his heart felt like it was about to jump out.

He never thought that he would see Chu Yu again in the future.

What's more, he didn't expect that in less than ten days, he would meet Chu Yuheng at the Qingquan Temple, which is inaccessible.

This is the ancient temple at the highest point of Hongming Mountain. When did Chu Yuheng come here?

Soon, the empty courtyard was full of people.

The monks of Qingquan Temple who had been standing in front of Chu Yuheng all the time looked anxious; there were also guards protecting Chu Yuheng, but the monks were noisy in the courtyard.

And the little Xuanzi who always accompanied Chu Yuheng was somewhere,

These are not important, Rong Mu has nowhere to escape now, the courtyard outside Master Jingde's gate is clean and bright, except for a huge bodhi tree, there is nothing else to hide.

The more important thing was that Chu Yuheng had already seen him, and he was actually walking towards him.

One step?, two steps, three steps...

Chu Yuheng was only half a meter away from him.

This is the dangerous distance that Chu Yuheng can touch him with his hand.

Rong Mu's heart has never been beating so fast like it is now, as if the violently beating heart is about to jump out of his throat after breathing.

Chu Yuheng found out that he had faked his death, so he would be convicted of deceiving the emperor.

After finally escaping from Chu Yuheng, he didn't want to miss and meet again here.

Holding his breath, Rong Mu's heart felt like being splashed by a basin of cold water.

But Chu Yuheng just stopped in front of him, maintaining a half-step distance without moving, and even the outstretched hand froze by his cheek.

The eagle eyes that Rong Mu was familiar with were shining brightly at this moment, the man's eye sockets were actually red and wet, there were bright bloodshot eyes, and there were fresh bloodstains on the sunken cheeks, the blood beads were extraordinarily red in color.

"Ah Mu?"

The man in front of him showed inexplicable fragility, and even the big hand that was close at hand was trembling unceasingly.

Rong Mu dare not answer.

He seemed to see Chu Yuheng's dry lips moving slightly, and he was still talking.

But in the next moment, Chu Yuheng suddenly withdrew his hand close to Rong Mu's eyelashes, the light in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and his eagle eyes were like dead ashes after being burned. Twilight heard clearly——

"It's all fake Mu."

The author has something to say: Sorry for being a little late today~

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