There are people here who can’t keep the spring scenery in the garden, but on Liu Yuanqiong, there is almost a miserable cloud.

He sat in the dark, pressing against the swollen red marks on his face, wiping his tears with gritted teeth.

Incest is nothing to him.

At that time, in the "remaining world", the fourteen-year-old Liu Yuanqiong had enough of the greatest humiliation in the world.

He was seriously injured and trapped in chaos, and had no idea that Feng Rugu would exchange lives for everyone.

He only knew that his brother was dragged out of the prison door. The screams rang for several hours, making Liu Yuanqiong die. His heart was crushed again and again, but he was powerless. He could only open and close his lips and silently called his brother's name.

...The brother never came back.

Just because my brother said something more, he angered that Feng Ruoyuan!

If Feng Rugu died later, Liu Yuanqiong would not say anything more.

But it turns out that my brother is right, and someone has indeed come to save them.

Judging from the result, my brother and his brother stopped Feng Rugu's suicide, which really saved Feng Rugu's life!

Now, Feng Rugu is alive, Fengjun gets his name, and the world is well-known, but his brother's corpse is rotten in the wasteland prison of the "remaining world" and turned into a stained blood on the wall.

Liu Yuanqiong really wanted to hate Feng Ruyuan, but he couldn't do it either.

Calm down and think about it, you will know that he does not owe Feng Rugu three pieces of meat, but three lives!

He really cut off three pieces of meat and wanted to repay all his kindness, which was the shameless thing.

In other words, he could not repay the relationship at all, unless he cut his neck to death immediately!

Liu Yuanqiong has been cultivated by his father over the years and has grown up. However, whenever he faces this unbearable memory, all his ages are fading.

He was so angry that tears fell down his eyes, and his eyes were filled with blackness.

When he was about to piss himself to death, a short figure walked past him with a Buddha lamp.

The light flashed, one passed by without preparation, the other cried as if no one else was around, and both sides were shocked.

The visitor patted his chest and sighed: "Oh."

He raised the Buddha lamp half a foot high, but when he shone Liu Yuanqiong's chin, he thoughtfully put it down: "Amitabha, the little monk frightened the donor."

Liu Yuanqiong hurriedly wiped away the tears, raised his chin slightly, and took out the young master of Changyoumen's posture: "It's okay."

Liu Yuanqiong looked along the remaining light and found that the visitor was a young monk with green heads, looking at him curiously, not like a dull and introverted look.

He blushed, and once again tried to cover his sleeves and blocked his face with his sleeves, and wiped it hard: "Don't use the light to shine my eyes."

The little monk said obediently and lifted the Buddha lamp further.

He did not say any profound Buddhist words to comfort Liu Yuanqiong, nor did he ignore his pain, but expressed his simplest worry: "Are you okay?"

Liu Yuanqiong was stubborn: "What's wrong with me?"

The little monk knew: "Ji......you have something to worry about."

Liu Yuanqiong was exposed by him, and was embarrassed and angry. He immediately raised his voice and scolded him: "Let's go!"

The little monk was startled by him, took two steps back, but did not leave, but squatted down and looked up at him: "You have something to worry about."

Liu Yuanqiong gritted his teeth: "What do you have to do with you?"

"The little monk went to look for someone, and you were on the path that the little monk must pass." The little monk said seriously, "This is fate, and your affairs are related to the little monk."

Liu Yuanqiong looked red and thought, where did the flower monk come from?

This is not a square where you can burn the prayer lamp. With just a small Buddha lamp, both of you can't see each other's appearance clearly, which made Liu Yuanqiong feel a little more at ease.

But he wanted to digest his emotions alone, so he could not help but feel a little sarcastic in his words: "Don't you have to recite scriptures?"

"No." The little monk squatted on the ground, "I have just returned to the mountain, and my body has not been washed away. Master and uncle are particularly sure that I don't have to participate in the temple."

After talking about himself, the little monk looked up at him: "Where are you? Are you bullied?"

Liu Yuanqiong was speechless for a moment and raised his hand to cover his cheek.

There was a swelling, ridged to the face, and a slight fever.

"But you were punished?"

The little monk just used the Buddha lamp to illuminate him roughly. Seeing him sitting here alone, tears streaming down, he thought that he was the little Taoist priest who did something wrong in the Changyoumen, who had been punished and hid here to cry secretly.

He couldn't have time to see the golden phoenix embroidery on his mysterious clothes.

——That is the symbol of the Changyoumen Venerable.

The young monk comforted him and said, "If you do something wrong, you should be punished. Don't be too angry; if you haven't done something wrong, don't be in vain. It's your own sadness."

Liu Yuanqiong gritted his teeth and said, "There is nothing right or wrong, it's just a loser! My skills are not as good as others! One day, I will be required to practice and achieve the Tao, and I will return it a hundred times!"

The little monk sighed and was about to speak, when Liu Yuanqiong snatched him away: "Don't tell me about the Buddhist principles that need to be tolerant and forgiveness, I don't like to listen to."

The little monk said innocently: "I didn't want to talk about it."

As he said that, he lowered his voice: "...My uncle occasionally scolds me unreasonably, and I will secretly scold him in my heart."

Liu Yuanqiong looked at the little monk in the dark and felt that his bald head looked quite interesting and he didn't hate his words, so he felt a little better.

"Actually, it's not good for me." Liu Yuanqiong, left and right, didn't recognize this little monk, nor did he recognize himself. He simply expressed his depression to the little monk, "... Someone once saved my life. However, he was obviously capable, but he never saved my close relatives. I can't figure it out."

The little monk let out a sigh and scratched his head: "Then he still saved your life."

Liu Yuanqiong: "But my closest relative..."

The little monk asked curiously: "He can save you, why don't he save your close relatives? Can he save him, or can't?"

Liu Yuanqiong was speechless.

It is cost-effective to cut flesh to exchange for life, but Feng Ruju at that time was already a powerful crossbow that was scarred and even the last.

... Besides, my brothers and others forced Feng Ruju to live. Is it better for Feng Ruju to be better or want...

Liu Yuanqiong immediately dispelled this idea and dared not think about it again.

He knows the truth, but when it comes to reason, how can there be any reason to explain it?

The elder brother has died, and he cannot think about his disadvantages.

The young monk then analyzed for him: "The kindness is too strong, you can't repay it, but you have to hate him. What's the reason?"

Liu Yuanqiong, who was poked into the sore area again, became irritable again: "Enough!"

The little monk was startled again and closed his mouth.

Liu Yuanqiong almost thought he was going to be scolded and ran away by himself.

Who would have thought that the little monk was searching in his pocket for a while, and actually knelt in front of him with his hands and feet, and put something on his lips.

Liu Yuanqiong subconsciously held it in his arms.

The sweetness at the entrance dissolved the bitterness in his mouth.

...a piece of malt sugar.

"Here, I've secretly sucked. Hanshan Temple prohibits sucking foreign objects into the temple, but I have a good relationship with my uncle, so he won't check me." The monk half-kneeled in front of him, his voice very happy, "Don't be angry after you eat this. People always have things that can't be understood. If you can't figure it out, just think about it more. Not everyone is as smart as my uncle."

Liu Yuanqiong bit the candy vaguely, always feeling that he was coaxed by this little bald donkey as a child.

He said, "You keep saying that you are uncle, uncle, what kind of amazing person is your uncle?"

The little monk smiled and said, "The uncle of the little master is the uncle. I used to think he was amazing, like a person like snow and ice in the mountains, but now, I know that he is also an ordinary person, with heart and affection, and he is also very ignorant. People are like this, and they have weaknesses more and less. If you don't understand others, at least you will understand more and live a more relaxed life."

Liu Yuanqiong: "...you talk so much."

The little monk touched his bald head and smiled cheerfully: "Yes. The two friends I have made these days have returned to the mountain. It has been a long time since no one has spoken with me. So I also want to thank you for speaking with me for this candy."

Liu Yuanqiong muttered, holding the candy, "...I don't thank you."

The little monk retired after his success, picked up the Buddha lamp on one side and picked up the thin bamboo pole on his shoulder. The Buddha lamp shook behind him, making his light head more funny and interesting.

"Little Monk Haijing." The little monk looked at the young man who was hidden in the dark, "What's your name?"

Liu Yuanqiong staggered his eyes: "My surname is Liu, and I am under the Changyou Sect... The servant of the young master Liu Yuanqiong is named Liu Er."

"...Liu Er." Hai Jing didn't look at the face of the person who met by chance, "Liu Er, I'm leaving. I'll see you again if you're destined to be!"

Hai Jing was carrying the light and jumped away.

Liu Yuanqiong sat in place, looking at his departure back, thinking, monk Daitou.

Even he himself didn't notice that the corners of his mouth were curled up a little.

“…Qiong’er.”

A steady but powerful voice interrupted Liu Yuanqiong's reverie, and he jumped up from the rock: "...father."

The man came with a mysterious clothes as night. The bird-shaped golden patterns inlaid on the collar are more luxurious, and there are a little red cloud pattern on the eyebrows. He is really a noble and lonely Daojun.

Xuanji Jun Liu Yu asked: "Who was the one who was with you just now?"

Liu Yuanqiong said respectfully: "A novice monk from Hanshan Temple."

Xuan Jijun hummed softly: "I heard that Yun Zhongjun has arrived in Hanshan Temple?"
To be continued...