Twilight Cloud Returns

Gu Xiaorui raised his arrogant face, ordered someone to open the box, and explained to his lord: "The little lord knows that all the masters are good-natured, and not only prayed for the border war, but also exempted the pilgrims from the money of sesame oil. Afraid that the masters will live in poverty, I specially came here Sending Buddhist instruments, and talking about the little prince's thoughts on the war."

Wulu raised his feet and looked back and forth at a pile of golden objects, especially the two big boxes of sandalwood Buddhist beads, which were of higher quality than those in the hands of the master.

He thought in his heart: I'll be good!The little prince is worthy of being a child of the royal family, rich!If you can always give Huishan Temple such kindness, you don't have to worry about the livelihood of so many brothers...

Wulu stepped forward to happily accept it, but was held back by Wuchen.

Wuchen clasped his hands together, and said coldly: "Amitabha, you will not be rewarded for nothing, thank you for your generosity. It's just that Huishan Temple has always been full of incense, so we don't need it for now. The prince might as well use money, food and grass to support the soldiers at the border."

As soon as Wulu heard the border crossing, he put down his eager hands.

He can still figure out which is more important.

It was the first time for Yun Chuxiu to be rejected.

He was not annoyed, and sat on the box and said: "Masters, don't worry, the donation to Huishan Temple is only one-tenth of what I donated to the front line."

Yun Chuxiu picked up the string of Buddhist beads in the box and handed it to Wuqing, "Hurry up and return it to Brother Wuchen."

Wuqing took the beads, not knowing why.

"Before, Master Wuchen gave Liang Deying a string of Buddhist beads in the palace to help Wuqing. This king once said that he would send two large boxes of Buddhist beads as compensation. A gentleman's words are hard to follow. No matter what you say today, Master Wuchen You have to accept it all..."

Wuqing thought about it for a long time, and finally remembered that the little prince seemed to have said such a sentence in Yulan Pavilion.

But why does it always feel weird for him to return the favor of senior brother Wuchen for himself?

Amid Wuchen's reluctance, Wulu cheerfully accepted it.

Gu Xiaorui patted his forehead, "There is still dry firewood! Masters, wait a minute!"

He called the servants outside the temple to come in, and each of them carried a full load of firewood and walked straight to the kitchen of Huishan Temple.

Wuqing suddenly remembered the last time he was still thinking about the firewood on the little prince's back, this person must have remembered it until now...

It can be said that Wulu never refuses anyone who comes. With so much firewood, the brothers in the temple can rest for a few months and thank the little prince again and again.

The wildest Prince Yun in the capital gave Huishan Temple a lot of benefits for a while, and Huishan Temple immediately changed its outlook. They were full of praise for him and expressed their desire to pray for the little prince.

Wushuang whispered to Wuqing: "Brother Wuqing, this benefactor is really a fairy brother, and he sent so many things at once..."

Halal-free is really dumbfounding.

The little prince directly bought all his senior brothers.

Wulu was about to keep the young prince for a vegetarian meal, but the latter waved his hand and said, "There are still important matters in the capital, so I won't stay here. It's just that I don't understand a few things about the Buddhist scriptures. With the spring in full bloom, can Master Wuqing please?" Follow me to the back mountain to talk about scriptures?"

"Speak! You must tell!" Before Wuqing agreed, Wulu pushed his junior brother to the side of the little prince, "It's right to find the junior monk Wuqing who is a monk for explaining the scriptures. Junior brother Wuqing is the most important person in our Huishan Temple. Huigen's disciples have a photographic memory for scriptures..."

As soon as Wushuang heard that he was going to play in the back mountain, his round eyes shone with joy, but when he remembered how senior brother Wuchen reprimanded him so severely that day, he immediately lowered his head.

Wuqing didn't know what the little prince was planning on using the pretext of lecturing, so he hugged Wushuang, who was a little frustrated, and thought of a way, "How about Wushuang, junior brother?"

Hearing this proposal, Wushuang danced in Wuqing's arms.

Seeing Wushuang's elated look, Wuchen regretted being too harsh on him last time.He nodded in agreement.

So Wushuang ran out of the temple like a small whirlwind, and shouted at Yun Chuxiu: "Brother Immortal! Come on!"

It was agreed that two people would go together, why somehow a little novice was added?

Yun Chuxiu's face was very gloomy, and with a wave of resentment, he and Wu Qing stepped out of Huishan Temple.

Gu Xiaorui led the horse and followed silently.

Seeing the deflated look of the little prince, Wuqing felt an indescribable sense of joy in his heart.

Yun Chuxiu saw that he was obviously very happy to tease her, and snorted softly: "Why, it's fun to tease me?"

Wuqing replied honestly: "Don't dare to tease the prince, not to mention that the monk is just copying."

The little monk hinted at the little prince again in his words.

"Have you learned from others?"

Yun Chuxiu raised her eyebrows and stopped.

Wushuang just ran forward and played, without even noticing that the people behind her had stopped.

Gu Xiaorui tied the horse to a nearby tree, worried about Xiao Wushuang, and chased it all the way.

Yun Chuxiu walked forward step by step, forcing him to retreat step by step.He slightly hooked the corners of his lips, "Then how did the little monk learn to behave like that? Is that so?"

He swiftly pushed Wuqing against the thick tree trunk behind him, imprisoned the latter within an inch of space with his strong arms, and said frivolously, "Why don't the little monks learn from this?"

Wuqing's breathing became rapid in an instant, his face was rosy, and he replied nervously: "Little... I don't mean that, monk..."

He tightly clutched his sleeves, pursed his lips, not daring to look up at the young prince, his mind seemed to be blank, and he lost the ability to speak.

Yun Chuxiu slammed close to his ear, Wuqing closed her eyes subconsciously and turned her head away, trying to push him away was like tickling a tiger.

Yun Chuxiu didn't dare to go any further, once you make him cry, you will remember it forever.

He got up, Wuqing felt that the elegant fragrance of magnolia seemed to be far away, so he dared to open his eyes.

"You little monk, you have become much more articulate if you haven't seen it for more than a month!"

Wuqing lowered his eyes, his heartbeat hadn't calmed down yet—he definitely didn't dare to tease the little prince anymore.

The horse on the side was also fed up with the sour smell in the air, and suddenly roared unhappily, which startled Wuqing.

Yun Chuxiu untied the horse's reins, and asked Xiang Wuqing, "Do you want to learn how to ride a horse?"

Wuqing glanced at the horse roaring ferociously, and wanted to ride on it, whip it, and make it suffer from flesh and blood.

Wuqing was merciful and couldn't bear it, so he shook his head, "The little monk lives in Huishan Temple, and..."

Before he finished speaking, Yun Chuxiu directly carried him onto the horse, and said uncompromisingly, "You little monk, your best skill is hard-talking. If the Xiongnu and Yi people attack the capital, they can escape even if they learn how to ride a horse."

Even if one day the country is in crisis, Wuqing will definitely not do such things.

He was teetering on the saddle, and the steed felt that someone was riding on it, and it was extremely unhappy.

Wuqing didn't dare to pull the rein, and he couldn't control it. He was about to cry, and he shouted wrongedly: "My lord..."

Yun Chuxiu jumped onto the horse, held him in his arms, and reined in the reins, and the horse immediately became quiet.

He sighed softly, "How can I go with peace of mind when you're like this?"

Wuqing was in shock, he didn't hear the little prince's words, and asked: "What did you say, prince?"

"Nothing, just saying why are you so stupid?"

Wuqing glanced back at him dissatisfied.

Yun Chuxiu patiently explained to him, "Clamp the horse's belly with your legs, grab the reins..."

Wuqing's entire back was attached to the young prince's muscular chest, and the magnolia breath that belonged to the young prince strongly wrapped him up.The blush on Wuqing's face instantly spread to the back of the ears and neck.

The distance between them... is too close...

Wuqing gently pushed him to signal, "My lord..."

But Yun Chuxiu could not help but clenched his little hand tightly, and put it on the rein, not paying attention to this intimate gesture at all, and focused on speaking.

Wuqing's heart, which had just settled down, was disturbed again by the little prince.He really didn't listen to a word, all the blood in his body was surging, he just felt that he couldn't breathe enough.

At the end, I only heard the little prince ask: "Have you learned it?"

"Ah... little monk..."

Yun Chuxiu let go of the rein suddenly, put her hands behind her head, "Try it."

Wuqing had no choice but to bite the bullet, he carefully recalled the words of the little prince just now, tried to move his calf, and said weakly: "Drive..."

The steed snorted contemptuously, but never took a step forward.

Yun Chuxiu couldn't help smiling, "If you're like this, you won't leave even if you're a cricket."

When Wuqing was provoked by him, his stubborn temper came up, "The crickets don't walk, they jump."

Wuqing kicked the horse's belly hard this time, and said sharply, "Drive!"

The horse was frightened and suddenly jumped out, running faster and faster.

The circulating air accumulates into a wind, whizzing past my ears.

Wuqing yelled out in shock, with a trembling ending, "Wang... lord... what should I do..."

Yun Chuxiu looked at the little monk who was cowarded again immediately after being a hero, and simply acted as the shopkeeper, "You provoked it, and you are responsible for coaxing it."

Wuqing saw that the little prince would not help him, so he had to learn by himself, took the reins, and gradually mastered the knack of riding a horse.

He also started to get excited from his initial timidity.

The two galloped in the forest, very happy.

The horse's hooves are speeding up as the owner is in a good mood.

Wuqing was getting more and more uncontrollable, and she was on the verge of running out of control, but she didn't realize it.

Yun Chuxiu held his waist, leaned close to his ear, and whispered: "Little monk, is it fun?"

Wuqing was distracted by his question, his hands slackened, and the steed suddenly went wild, trying to break free from the two people on the saddle.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yun Chuxiu grabbed him and pulled the reins.

But the angry horse didn't listen to anyone at this time, and threw the two of them out.

Yun Chuxiu held Wuqing tightly in his arms, resting his big palm on the back of his head, and rolled down the mountain road.

Rocks flew across Wuqing's face, and he pressed against the young prince's hot chest in fear, thinking that he might have indulged once in his life without regard to etiquette, but he did not expect to be punished by the Buddha so soon, to be the same as the young prince. The prince died together.

The mountain road was finally flat, and the two stopped.

Wuqing lay unharmed on the ground full of stones, Yun Chuxiu propped his arms above him, his forehead was injured by the rocks, and a lump bulged out.

Wuqing stretched out his hand and touched it lightly, his eyes were full of distress, "Does it hurt?"