Qing Xin Mo Wan

The moon is as bright as frost, everything is silent, and a sword whistle breaks through the sky.On Mount Baitou, wars broke out everywhere, swords were drawn, and swords flashed and blood was cut off in an instant.The enemy and the enemy fight each other, sharp arrowheads pierce the bones, the mountains and rivers are stunned, and the mountains and rivers collapse.

A hundred meters away, on a small hill to the west, an old man dressed like a Taoist priest stood on the top of the hill, frowning tightly, stroking his long beard lightly, looking down at the fight at his feet.In mid-air, the smell of blood gradually began to permeate, attracting a group of old ravens to gather and land on the top of the tree.Suddenly there was a click, and the branch fell to the ground, causing black crows to fly wildly.

Turning his head slightly, the old man noticed the black shadow hiding among the branches, and said softly, "Come out."

Behind him, a black shadow soared into the air, flew forward, and landed lightly on the side of the old man.Wearing a green shirt, under the reflection of the moonlight, it is even more cool.

"Master." Heiying bowed and saluted, and a low and clear male voice sounded.

The old man turned around and asked with concern, "How?"

The man raised his head, his handsome side face was vaguely visible under the faint moonlight, he thought for a moment, then nodded: "They are fleeing to Jingqing Nunnery."

"Have you sent someone to follow?"

"Yan'er is already on standby."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, stroked his long beard and nodded, and said: "This battle tonight is likely to be another bloody storm. There will be many things in the sect in the future, and I will not be able to get away. You must Get this matter settled as soon as possible!"

"Take orders."

The flames of war in the distance are intensifying, the sky is gradually dyed red, the shadows of the trees are swaying, the bright moon is sinking, and the east is about to dawn.Speeding up the horse, Jia Qing and his party, who had been driving all night, managed to get rid of the pursuers and arrived at Jingqing Nunnery before noon.

It was Jia Qing's idea to come to Jingqing Nunnery in order to settle down with Lin Mowan. It would be great if he happened to meet Lin Mowan's mother.As long as Lin Mowan and Xie Bandit are settled, she will return immediately to help the two masters.

"Woo!" A group of people stopped outside the gate of the nunnery, Jia Qing jumped off the horse sideways, walked quickly across the steps, and came to the gate. □□, the dilapidated ancient door was closed tightly, Jia Qing was a little hesitant, but she was convinced that the imperial army did not catch up, took a deep breath, and boldly knocked on the door.

After a while, there was a creaking sound from inside the door, and the wooden door opened slowly, but it was an elderly man dressed in rough fir.

"Here..." Jia Qing frowned in confusion.

"Jingqing Temple, the young master did not go wrong."

Cai'er in the carriage vaguely heard the man's voice somewhat familiar: "Miss, this voice..."

"It sounds familiar to me too." Lin Mowan nodded, "Go and have a look."

Cai'er hummed, stood up and lifted the curtain, jumped out of the carriage, stepped forward, and shouted in surprise: "Uncle Zhou!" With uncontrollable joy on her face, Cai'er rushed forward.

Seeing this, Xue Yu panicked and jumped off the horse, reminding him to reach out to stop him, but he was ignored. Cai'er threw herself into the man's arms, and said aggrievedly, "How did you get here?"

Uncle Zhou patted his shoulder to comfort him, as kindly as comforting his own children, and said with a smile: "Our girl Cai has lost weight."

Uncle Zhou?Jia Qing thought for a moment, then remembered that it was the person who brought Su Cai'er out to find Lin Mowan.

"Of course it's not as good as at home outside..." After calming down, Cai'er left her embrace, looked at Uncle Zhou, and complained as if complaining, "Miss has suffered a lot..."

Uncle Zhou asked with concern, "Where is Miss?"

"Uncle Zhou..." Lin Mowan slowly lifted the curtain.

Seeing Lin Mowan in the carriage, Uncle Zhou hurriedly stepped down, knelt down on one knee beside the carriage, and saluted: "I've seen Miss."

"Uncle Zhou got up, there's no need to be polite." Lin Mowan bent over and wanted to get off the carriage. Uncle Zhou stood up hurriedly, covered his hands with his sleeves, and stretched out his arms.With every move and every move, Jia Qing realized the etiquette that Lin Mowan said.There are indeed many rules in the official family.

After Lin Mowan got off the carriage, he immediately noticed it and asked, "Since you are here, are you..."

"Madam is chanting scriptures and praying in the main hall."

Lin Mowan's eyes trembled slightly, seeming to be pleasantly surprised and somewhat sad. He glanced at Jia Qing from afar and said, "Go in."

After receiving Lin Mowan's instruction, Uncle Zhou put his finger on his mouth, and with a whistle, five or six soldiers ran out of the door, with the pattern of a vermilion bird drawn on the arm of the military uniform.Jia Qing remembered the words of the head of the family, and it turned out that the pattern of the vermilion bird was the logo of Lin Rujiang's subordinates.

The soldiers took the horses and carriages away and resettled them. Instead of going through the main entrance, they led them to the east side path.Uncle Zhou led them in, and Jia Qing stepped forward and asked if there was another exit. Uncle Zhou replied that there was a small gate on the east side, and there was a quiet path leading directly to the main road of Mount Baitou.Jia Qing listened and nodded thoughtfully.

Passing through the somewhat dilapidated but tidy courtyard, they came to the main hall of Jingqing Temple.The inside of the hall is not as magnificent as those big temples. The Buddha statues are old and some are incomplete, which kind of means the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns.There are not many people in the hall, only about ten.Kneeling on the futon in the center of the main hall, the woman dressed in gorgeous silk should be Mrs. Lin; the elder kneeling on the opposite side, knocking on the wooden fish and chanting scriptures, is probably the head of the nunnery; on the left and right, there are several novices standing on the left and right, chanting scriptures with their eyes closed. .

Lin Mowan quietly stepped forward, knelt on the futon beside Mrs. Lin, and clasped his hands together.

Hearing the movement beside her vaguely, Mrs. Lin slowly opened her eyes. The daughter she had been thinking about day and night appeared in front of her, but it seemed like a dream, and her eyes were instantly moist.

"Mother..." Seeing his mother crying, Lin Mowan couldn't hold on any longer, shed tears, and said guiltily, "It's my daughter's unfilial piety that made my mother worry..."

Madam Lin hugged her daughter into her arms and cried, "Wan'er...my Wan'er, as long as you are safe, as long as you are safe..." Madam Lin and Lin Mowan embraced and wept, and it took a long time to calm down.

After the mother and daughter reunited, Mrs. Lin got up and noticed the group of people behind her. She hurriedly apologized to Jia Qing and the others for being rude.Madam Lin was amused by these words, she simply avoided those red tapes and directly invited everyone to enter the hall.After Lin Mowan introduced everyone to his mother one by one, Mrs. Lin also introduced Mrs. Qing'an, the head of Jingqing Nunnery, to everyone.

After exchanging pleasantries, Mrs. Qing'an summoned a novice to settle in the residence: "Jingyan, you take the male benefactor to the guest house in the east courtyard; the female benefactor can stay with Mrs. Lin in the west courtyard."

"Yes." A tender and sweet girl's voice attracted Jia Qing's attention.This little nun named Jingyan looks only eleven or twelve years old, not as old as Su Cai'er, but she works as an aunt in this dilapidated nunnery.

Being a monk at such a young age, he must have been a helpless orphan since he was a child.

"Young masters, this way please." Jia Qing and Xue Yu followed Jingyan out of the palace gate, and when they were about to turn around, they were suddenly stopped by Mrs. Qing'an.

"Jingyan!" The little novice was startled, turned around tremblingly, and didn't even dare to look up at the teacher, "I just went out for a while, so I'm confused? The East courtyard is here!"

The direction of Master Qing'an's finger is opposite to that of Jia Qing and others.

"...Yes..." The little novice was frightened, turned around in a panic, bumped into Jia Qing's arms, and fell into her arms. Jia Qing hurriedly supported her, smiled softly, and said softly and calmly: "It's okay, take your time."

The little novice raised her head and met Jia Qing's gaze. Only then did Jia Qing see her face, a round baby face, double pupils cut out, and a small cherry mouth, just like a maiden serving a Bodhisattva.

She smiled sweetly at Jia Qing, even the mole on the corner of her upper lip was adorable, if it was her own child, she would be willing to spoil her.

After Jia Qing, Xue Yu and Jingyan left, Mrs. Lin called Cai'er to serve Xie Bandit, saying that she had been exhausted all night, and asked Cai'er to take Xie Bandit to rest.Bandit Xie missed Xie Lian's gang in his heart, thanked him to decline, and wanted to return to the gang alone, Lin Mowan pulled his mother's sleeve behind his back, Madam Lin understood, and persuaded: "Even if the girl goes back, it will be a drop in the bucket; why don't you stay and explain with Wan'er Clearly, to convince her father, wouldn't the odds be better?"

Bandit Xie thought for a moment, nodded, and followed Mrs. Lin's arrangement.Bandit Xie left, and the mother and daughter came to Mrs. Lin's room.Lin Mowan hurried forward and begged, "Mother, quickly write a letter of divorce to father and let him retire from the army."

Madam Lin shook her head: "The army that surrounded Xie Lian's gang this time is not under your father's command."

Hearing these words, Lin Mowan's heart skipped a beat.