Your Majesty, I am not worthy

--all fake

Chu Yuheng was helpless and angry.

This is not the first time he saw Rong Mu.

Ever since he finished handling Rong Mu's funeral, and watched Rong Mu's body being buried in the coffin, he vaguely felt that something was wrong with him. Rong Mu was obviously dead, but another voice in his body was telling him that Rong Mu was not dead. .

After that, he caught sight of Rong Mu several times in different places.

When he was reviewing papers in the imperial study, he saw Rong Mu bent down and bowed his hands in salute; when he went to bed at night, he saw Rong Mu on the bed who was blushing but still wanted to hug his neck and get close; and Rong Mu who would quarrel with him coldly because of Wen Li.

Rong Mu who can laugh, Rong Mu who will be serious with a straight face, Rong Mu who will reject his intimacy, and Rong Mu who is cold and broken at the end, each of them is extremely real.

But later Chu Yuheng pointed out one by one,? These are all fake.

No matter where he saw Rong Mu or when he saw Rong Mu, as long as he approached, reached out and touched the perfect portrait in front of him, it would instantly appear in front of him as if ignited. Burn out.

so repeatedly.

The scorching flames reminded him that Rong Mu was already dead, had died in the sea of ​​flames.

He who is alive will never be able to touch Rong Mu, even in his illusion.

So in the future, whenever Rong Mu's phantom appeared before him, Chu Yuheng would not touch it easily.

This time too.

But Chu Yuheng didn't expect to go out of the palace,? He could still see Rong Mu in Qingquan Temple.

Rong Mu's appearance is very real, wearing the dusty monk's robes in the temple, holding a simple wooden box, his hair is somehow tied behind his head, and he is dressed casually, like the previous two When people share the couch, they will be seductive and wanton after waking up in the morning.

But mostly still different.

Rong Mu's expression trembled when he saw him, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his face was full of horror.

Even Rong Mu in fantasy is so afraid of him...

Chu Yuheng was puzzled, his hand was about to touch Rong Mu's face, so close.

But Chu Yuheng came back to his senses at a critical moment and endured it.

This Rong Mu cannot be touched, as soon as he touches it, he will disappear into the fire.

Chu Yuheng retracted his hand in vain, and the eyes he was looking at this phantom were also very serious at the moment.

After all, this is Rong Mu's new look.

The corners of the lips are depressed, the bridge of the nose is high, the beautiful peach blossom eyes, and the reddish eye ends, trembling like a little rabbit seeing a hunter.

It was completely different from the handsome and noble Rong Munan in the past, but it was different and fresh.

Chu Yuheng silently remembered it in his heart, and he remembered it firmly.

It's just that today he still has important matters to discuss with Master Jingde in the temple, so he only took one more look at Rong Mu who was right in front of him, and Chu Yuheng turned and left reluctantly.

At the same time, he was afraid that he would forget, so he only wanted to describe Rong Mu's appearance on the paper when he returned to the palace from the temple today.

Seeing Chu Yuheng approaching and leaving suddenly, Rong Mu's heart throbbed violently in his throat.

The little monk at the side saw Rong Mu's face pale, and silently supported his elbow, fearing that he might not be stable; and when the person disappeared in front of his eyes, the little monk wondered, "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine..."

Rong Mu let out a heavy sigh of relief, and looked around, but fortunately, only Chu Yuheng broke into the courtyard.

Little Xuanzi who always followed Chu Yuheng was not by Chu Yuheng's side.

Rong Mu didn't know what Chu Yuheng was up to.

Seeing him with such an expression, could it be that Chu Yuheng regarded him as an illusion...

But in the end, there were lingering fears in his heart, and Rong Mu just wanted to leave this courtyard quickly.

The little monk who couldn't reply was puzzled, but still cautiously guarded Rong Mu's side.

When the two returned to Rong Mu's room, Rong Mu breathed a sigh of relief after closing the doors and windows.

His waist was loose, but fine cold sweat broke out on his back.

The little monk saw the series of movements of Rong Mu closing the door and windows, and didn't quite understand what happened to this man: "Are you scared by the abbot in the abbot's room, or were you frightened by the man who suddenly broke into the abbot's room?"

After all, at that time, the man in black was glaring and cold, and his aura was really scary.

"It's okay, but I woke up too early..."

Rong Mu's mouth tightened into a smile, and he didn't want to say more.

But secretly thinking in his heart that he might not be able to live in this temple for long in the future.

Although I don't know why Chu Yuheng is so abnormal now, as long as Chu Yuheng wakes up, he will definitely be captured.

He wants to go, he has to go.

Doing his best to suppress his throbbing heart, Rong Mu began to pack his few things.

A pear wooden box, a silver bracelet, some clothes...

Seeing Rong Mu taking out the contents of the box and putting them in the package, the young monk beside him was full of surprise: "What are you doing? Are you moving out of Qingquan Temple too?"

Rong Mu nodded: "Let's go right away."

"Really?" The little monk responded, raising his drooping eyelids, as if he was happy to find a partner, "Then I'll go with you! Wait for me, I'll go back and pack something now!"

"Then you go quickly." Rong Mu urged again, "Be sure to hurry up."

He was afraid that when Chu Yuheng figured it out, he wouldn't be able to leave.

The little monk was very agile in his hands and feet, but within a quarter of an hour, the little monk came with a big package.

The two hurried down the mountain.

Fortunately, the little monk knew a mountain path, so he avoided the original main path going down the mountain, and also avoided the guards guarding the mountain path.

On the other side, the person who still didn't know what he was thinking of left him again, Chu Yuheng walked straight to Master Jingde's wing.

Master Jingde in Qingquan Temple is a highly respected existence in Qingquan Temple, and is even more famous in the whole Haojing. As early as before Chishun was in power, this Master Jingde had opened an altar to preach precepts and save disciples. It is a pity Even though Qingquan Temple has a long history, there are few pilgrims because of the high and dangerous mountains.

The way up the mountain is too dangerous, enough to isolate all living beings.

But Chu Yuheng came this time because of Rong Mu's affairs.

Although reluctant to give up, Chu Yuheng tried his best to expel the phantom of Rong Mu that just appeared in front of his mind.

After Chu Yuheng let out a foul breath, he pushed open the door of Master Jingde's room. Looking at Master Jingde on the futon, Chu Yuheng's face softened a little.

But only a little.

"The benefactor came early."

Faced with Chu Yuheng's coercion, Master Jingde's expression remained calm when he knocked on the wooden fish.

"I want you to save someone..."

"……it is good."

Since he is the Jingde mage in the temple, it is natural to take over such rituals as superseding.

In order to eliminate the karmic obstacles of the deceased, to get rid of suffering quickly and obtain happiness, the deceased still needs to perform salvation within 49 days of the bardo body; at present, we have discussed how to perform the ritual of transcendence, and when Master Jingde sees Yuheng's face clearly, knock Muyu's hand stopped silently.

This face is slightly similar to the one that Master Jingde saw more than ten years ago, only a little less youthful, but more profound and handsome.

Master Jingde's eyes were slightly cloudy, and he only glanced at Chu Yuheng before shifting his gaze: "Benefactor, you still need to eat three meals a day, or you will easily lose your death yang and faint?"

Chu Yuheng's eyes widened suddenly, and a dark light flowed in his eyes: "How do you know that I always do this?"

It is true that he has not had breakfast today, and he is going up the mountain with a breath of breath. Could it be that Master Jingde mentioned that he has not realized that at this moment he is already sweating profusely with palpitations, and he is faintly showing signs of dizziness.

Even Rong Mu and Chu Yumi who were closest to him didn't know that he had this problem, so how could a mage Jingde on a barren hill know?

If it hadn't been for Chu Yumi's constant saying that the Qingquan Temple on this mountain had a long history and only those with a heart would go there, he wouldn't have come here to pray for Ah Mu's next life.

"I met the benefactor more than ten years ago." Master Jingde thought about it carefully, and the broken wooden fish sound continued, "It was still in the east city of Haojing, and the benefactor fainted on the road. He was from the old monk's temple. benefactor of salvation."

"Do you know that the crime of deceiving the king deserves to die!"

Chu Yuheng's expression was shocked, and he didn't believe Master Jingde's words.

More than ten years ago, he was alone and fell into dizziness by the side of the road. Back then, there was a bright young man around his ears, but he couldn't open his eyes. He only knew that the man was gently wiping the sweat off his neck, Feed him an important caramel.

He still remembers the taste of that sugar.

Afterwards, they were fed with water, not ordinary clear water or strong tea juice, but water with herbal smell.

He has remembered this smell for so many years, but the one who saved him was obviously Wen Li, how could he become another person in the mouth of the Master Jingtan now, it seems that he is still a monk in the temple...

"The monks don't tell lies. The person who rescued the almsgiver was indeed a member of the old monk's temple."

Master Jingde held the wooden fish in his left hand, and stopped holding the wooden stick in his right hand, thinking of Rong Mulai again.

That day Rong Mu went down the mountain with him to do the ritual, and when it was over, Rong Mu found someone fainted in the middle of the avenue, carried him to the gazebo and fed him sugar and water, then Rong Mu continued on the road back to the temple with him.

At that time, he even boasted that Mu had kind thoughts in his heart.

There are countless causal cycles, and Rong Mu will have blessings in the future.

I don't know if Rong Mu's blessing has arrived now...

Master Jingde closed his eyes, lightly dropped the small wooden hammer in his right hand, and the short, clear and loud sound of wooden fish came again.

But Master Jingde did not expect that his greetings would make Chu Yuheng's eyes full of frost.

In fact, Chu Yuheng was quite calm at first, but when Master Jingde emphasized again that the person who rescued him was actually a young monk from Qingquan Temple, Chu Yuheng immediately changed his expression.

But he didn't believe it, how could Wen Li lie to him, it was Wen Li who saved him, the No.1 he saw when he woke up in the gazebo was Wen Li, and the scene in his mind was always Wen Li squatting on him Wiping his sweat by his side, he kept guarding him until the guards found him.

It was because of Wen Li's help that he met by chance that he would give Wen Li such kindness that day.

Now someone tells him that the person who saved him that day was not actually Wen Li...

It is really unacceptable.

Chu Yuheng was exhausted and sweated spontaneously. While clenching his fists tightly, his eyes were full of incomprehensible meaning: "So, is that person in the temple now? I want to thank him personally."

He still wanted to ask himself, but he really did.

In the sound of the rhythmic wooden fish, Master Jingde shook his head: "He went down the mountain more than ten years ago and entered the world."

Even if Rong Mu didn't go down the mountain at this moment, Master Jingde didn't want Rong Mu to meet the person in front of him.

Master Jingde knew Rong Mu's background, Rong Mu was a boy from the Hua family, so he couldn't easily get involved with the person in front of him.

But Chu Yuheng thought that Master Jingde meant that the person who saved him was a monk in Qingquan Temple, and he had already returned to vulgarity more than ten years ago.

Ten years later, even if Chu Yuheng wanted to find him right now, the difficulty would be no different than finding a needle in a haystack.

Chu Yuheng frowned, unconsciously pulling the cloth in his palm.

The room was full of silence, and Master Jingtan knew that this person didn't believe him: "Don't be suspicious of the old monk. The noon sun was strong that day. When the benefactor fell to the ground, his voice was short and his breath was weak. His face was pale and his spirit was tired. After fainting, he was carried to the gazebo. I will wait there. I also met a young man who was about ten years old, and then asked that young man to take care of the benefactor."

Following the few words of Master Jingde, Chu Yuheng did match the scene of that day.

If what Master Jingtan said is true, then the Shaolang in the pavilion mentioned by Master Jingde should be Wen Li, but the one who fed him water and wiped his sweaty neck was not Wen Li...

Suddenly, Wen Li Shaoshi's pair of deer eyes appeared in his mind, obviously with complete trust and complete love.

But Wen Li never mentioned this to him...

The blue veins on Chu Yuheng's forehead popped up, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds.

Qingquan Temple is not considered Minghuang, but the inside is cleaned extremely clean, no dust is disturbed everywhere, such a long-standing courtyard, because it is at the top of Hongming Mountain, there are few people coming and going.

This is also the first time Xiao Xuanzi came back.

And he just came from the Daxiong Palace.

Master Jingde of Qingquan Temple rarely sees outsiders, and today he only saw His Majesty, so he waited for a while at the Daxiong Hall.

Later, after entrusting some errands to the little monk in the Daxiong Palace, Xiao Xuanzi went to wait outside Master Jingde's wing.

Last night, Emperor Ben was in the Imperial Study Room reviewing the papers. After the Princess came down for a while, His Majesty called him in to make some arrangements.

That's why they went out of the palace to Qingquan Temple today.

However, Qingquan Temple is quite far from the imperial palace. They need to get up early, and they can go up the mountain wearing stars and dew. Moreover, the mountain road of this temple is rugged, with thorns on both sides. Even the emperor can't find an easy and labor-saving way to go up the mountain.

The slippery cracked stone road had to be walked step by step, and the messy thorn bushes had to be carefully avoided. There were several mountain roads that turned suddenly, and the thorns burst out. The emperor couldn't avoid it and left scratches on his face.

Xiao Xuanzi saw them all.

He vaguely guessed why His Majesty came to such a desolate temple.

Qingquan Temple is located on the highest mountain, and it is also the most difficult to go up the mountain, which is the most test of the sincerity of pilgrims.

But Xiao Xuanzi put the current emperor in the position of a pilgrim who went up the mountain to pray for blessings, which was a little funny.

His Majesty was not concerned when the Prime Minister was still there, but now that the Prime Minister is gone, His Majesty is so sad.

At that moment, Xiao Xuanzi ran his hands along the tassels that had been scattered when he went up the mountain. The frostbite on his hands had already healed. One was that the weather was getting warmer, and the other was that he had used the prescription for frostbite given to him by the Prime Minister.

Thinking of the prime minister's kindness, Xiao Xuanzi looked gloomy. He never thought that the prime minister's entry into the palace that day would be the last time he saw him.

The snow was so heavy that day, he should have given the prime minister an umbrella...

But he was late.

Making offerings to the Three Jewels, releasing life, printing scriptures, and doing things to save the Buddha, he couldn't do much. He only secretly donated some incense money when His Majesty went in to see Master Jingde just now.

This is the extra monthly silver he has gained since taking the position of Eunuch Xi. He has saved it for more than a month, and now he is using it to ask the young monk in the temple to copy a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures and burn them for the prime minister.

The palace is not allowed to burn paper money privately, he only hopes that there is still time, and the Prime Minister who has left can still receive his wishes.

Little Xuanzi fiddled with the whisk, and the emperor stepped out.

Ming Tianzi entered the Qingquan Temple with a peaceful expression, but when he stepped out again, his eyes were cold, his old disease cracked again, and blood dripped continuously from his drooping fingertips.

Xiao Xuanzi looked into his eyes and sneered slightly, but the smile quickly dissipated, and his eyes were full of eagerness: "Your Majesty, the wound on your palm is cracked again!"

Chu Yuheng lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand with stiff eyes, only to find that his palm was red and the tightly wrapped cloth strips were also loosened.

The wound has not fully healed for eight days, and he took the medicine during the day, but he would inadvertently tear it apart at night. It is estimated that when he talked with Master Jingde just now, he involuntarily loosened the bandage again.

Chu Yuheng re-tightened the loose cloth belt, and from the corner of his eye, he could see the bodhi tree in the courtyard moving with the wind.

Before he came, he had seen Rong Mu's figure under the tree, but the illusion disappeared immediately.

It really is an illusion...

Chu Yuheng lowered his eyes, retracted his original gaze from under the bodhi tree, and waited to fasten the red cloth on the hand bone again. His thin lips, which were soaked in the morning mist, lifted and closed his lips, and his words were extremely stern: "Now Go to Wenfu on Xishan Street."

He was going to find Wen Li and ask him for clarification.

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