The temple door opened, and the four of them suddenly raised their heads and stood up——
They were stunned——
"Master Thirteen..."
He had already taken off his gorgeous clothes, shaved his head as clear as jet jade, and was wearing a white monk's cassock. He appeared in front of them by surprise.
His face no longer had the arrogant and domineering look that belonged to the Thirteenth Master, and he was no longer the famous Demon King. At this moment, he looked calm, without desires or desires.
Zuo Mu, Xiaoguozi, Xiaoshan and Xiaohe could not help but shed tears——
I feel so sad, so sad for their cutest and most dazzling Master Thirteen. Why did he become a monk?
"Thirteenth Master, come back to Yaojing with us!" Zuo Mu rushed forward, but was stopped by the monks in the temple.
"My little ancestor, why do you want to become a monk? You are the Thirteenth Master of all of us... You are going to die of a broken heart..." Xiao Guozi cried so hard that he was about to die. The Thirteenth Master is
The god who illuminates his entire world, if Thirteenth Master becomes a monk, what’s the point of his little Guozi’s life?
"Thirteenth Master, if you don't like the palace, just go hunting with us. Don't be a monk. I don't like monks..." Xiaohe, who has secretly liked Thirteenth Master for many years, cried and knelt on the ground and begged.
"Master Thirteen, go back, go back." Xiaoshan, who had been with Hitomi Zhuye for a while, also begged, tears falling down the face of this simple man.
Zhuye Hitomi glanced at everyone and clasped her hands in front of her chest——
"Amitabha."
"Master Thirteen..."
"From now on, there is no Thirteenth Master in the world, only Monk Luochen. Dear donors, please go back, and please don't come again in the future. Everyone has his own life, and this is the life of Zhu Thirteen."
Monk Liaochen?! From now on, the Thirteenth Master is called Liaochen? Liaochen? Liaoquren... does that mean?
After speaking slowly, Zhuye Hitomi took one last look at everyone, then turned and left, and the door of Shaolin Temple slowly closed.
"Master Thirteen, Master Thirteen..."
The four of them still refused to give up and shouted loudly at the door.
But Thirteenth Master never came out again. They stood outside the temple gate for a long, long time, and never saw Thirteenth Master again.
There is no Thirteenth Master in the Ri Yao Dynasty anymore, and people can no longer see the heroic Zhuye Hitomi on the battlefield.
Only when they suddenly looked back, people seemed to see a domineering and handsome man, standing tall on his horse, galloping past the city of Yaojing.
He is so handsome and heart-warming. He looks unrestrained on the outside, but the sparkle in his eyes inadvertently makes people dare not look down upon him. His thick black hair is pulled up high by a golden crown, and under a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows,
A pair of slender peach blossom eyes, full of amorous feelings, which can make people fall in love with them if they are not careful. The tall nose and moderately thick lips are showing a wild and bewitching smile.
He is the Thirteenth Master, Hitomi Zhuye, the Great General Wang...
His life is full of legends.
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A woman in Mongolian clothing hurriedly rode over, her face full of anxiety.
"Xu..."
Before the horse stopped, she jumped off the horse, her movements were neat and quick, she raised her hand and banged the temple door——
"Open the door! Open the door! I want to see Zhe Farewell!"
"Open the door!!"
"You bastard! Get out of here! Who asked you to become a monk?"
She slapped her with all her strength, alarming the whole temple.
Seeing no one, she refused to give up and banged the door hard. A strong voice in her heart shouted that if she wanted to see Zhebie, she must see him.
After a long time, the door finally opened slowly——
"I want to see Monk Chen! Take me to see him!" She suddenly pulled out the dagger, put it against the visitor's neck, and said coldly.
"Amitabha, the donor, said Liao Chen, the world of mortals is over, and we will see each other no more. Please don't disturb his spiritual practice again." The little monk who had the dagger lowered down his neck was not afraid at all, and was only responsible for conveying Zhuye Hitomi's words.
arrive.
"He really said that?!"
"Yes, donor."
After hearing this, Nuomin cut off a bunch of black hair with a dagger and put it in the hands of the young monk. "Little master, please give this to him! Tell him that I will wait outside! Wait until he comes out!"
There was a stubborn and sad look in her eyes.
Zhebie, how could you leave so cruelly?
"This... thing from the mortal world is really not suitable to be brought into the temple! The donor should please take it back." The young monk hesitated for a moment and said.
"Bang!" Nuomin kicked the little monk hard on the butt. The little monk staggered and almost fell to his knees.
"Donor!" The little monk looked at the tactful female donor in surprise!
"What the hell! Firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea are all grown by people like us in the mortal world. You stinky monks should just stop eating and drinking! And..." Nuo Min picked up the little monk's cassock rudely and said,
"Aren't the clothes you're wearing made by people like us in this mortal world? If you can, take them off now and walk in with your bare buttocks! I believe your bullshit that people from this mortal world should not enter the temple!"
"Donoress, you!"
The little monk was choked and speechless by Nuo Min, and his face suddenly turned red and white.
"In a word, do you want to take it with you? If you don't, take off your clothes immediately! Return it to us people in the world of mortals!"
Nuo Min raised the dagger in his hand without any intention of joking.
"Donoress! Bring it here."
The little monk took the hair from Nuomin's hand and hurried in, as if escaping from the plague.
Nuo Min snorted coldly at his back.
After a while, the young monk came back again.
"How is it?!" Nuo Min hurriedly greeted her, her eyes full of expectation.
"The female...female donor, Liao Chen said she didn't want it."
The little monk glanced at Nuomin with some fear.
"don't want?"
Nuomin's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
"Female donor, please go back. Liao Chen has escaped into Buddhism and is no longer in the same world as you..."
Seeing Nuo Min's sad face, the young monk kindly comforted her.
"Little master, please help me think of a way to let me go inside to see him!" Nuo Min held the little monk's hand and begged.
"This must not be done...if the abbot finds out, I will be punished." The young monk quickly stopped.
Nuo Min grabbed his hand and said, "Little master, don't say that I bully you. Today, if you can't find a way to let me go in and see the dust, I will shout for help and tell everyone that you, a bald monk, are frivolous and a good family woman.
He’s a fake monk! He’s a pervert!”
What Nuo Min said was so scary, the little monk's face suddenly turned pale. He had never seen such a tough person before.
"Female donor, you...you are really..."
"Little master, I, Qiqige Nuomin, don't mean to embarrass you. If you help me today, I will definitely repay you in the future! If you want to be the abbot, I will also help..."
"Okay, okay...donor girl, please stop talking." The little monk was so frightened that he stopped and said, "Let me help you find a way. All the vegetarian food eaten in the temple every day will be provided by the farmers down the mountain.
That's all I can say, you can take care of the other female donors."
The little monk took advantage of Nuomin to think about it and hurried away.
He was really scared to death by Nuo Min.
Master once said that women are like tigers and cannot be touched. It is so true.
Amitabha!
*
Nuomin disguised herself as a man, wearing a vegetable farmer's coarse cloth, pushing a cart filled with vegetables such as radishes, eggplants, green onions, and garlic.
As she pushed the cart toward the temple, she looked around. She searched again and again, but was disappointed again and again. She never found Hitomi Zhuye.
"Female donor, female donor..."
Suddenly, a young monk shouted softly in front -
Nuomin looked in the direction of his finger——
A monk with an exceptionally tall and handsome figure was sitting in the Buddhist hall, with his back to her, knocking on the wooden fish in front of him. The sun shone in, and his whole body was emitting orange light.
"Farewell..." The dish in her hand fell down, and her tears fell uncontrollably.
The figure who was knocking on the wooden fish paused and stopped his movements.
He slowly turned around and met Nuo Min's teary eyes. Those eyes that were originally arrogant and domineering were now calm and calm.
"Farewell..." She walked towards him and shouted with a trembling voice, her steps staggering...
Zhu Yetong stood up with Buddhist beads in his hands, clasped his hands and bent down to Nuo Min, saying: "Amitabha."
"Zhebie...you...come with me..."
Looking at him who suddenly seemed like a different person, she felt extremely sad.
"Female donor, please stay. In the Buddhist realm, female relatives are not allowed to enter."
Nuo Min stopped, "Is your world really over? What if... the person who comes to see you today is Liusu?"
The Buddha beads in Liao Chen's hand paused for a moment.
Nuo Min smiled, her smile brighter than the newly bloomed flowers, but there were clearly tears in her smile, "Zhe Farewell, you have no hope of ending the world. Let me answer for you. If the person who comes today is Liu Su, I'm afraid
Without saying a word, you would abandon this cassock and prayer beads and follow her."
Juno Hitomi slowly closed her eyes.
Nuo Min suddenly rushed forward, and under the astonished gazes of everyone, she held Zhuye Tong's face and kissed his lips forcefully. The tears fell into his mouth, extremely bitter——
This is the first time they have such skin-to-skin contact.
His lips are so cold, so cold...
Nuomin hugged him tightly and said to him——
"Zhe Farewell, I want you to remember me. I am Qiqige Nuomin, a girl from the grassland. I will recognize you for the rest of my life, no matter you are the Thirteenth Master, the eldest prince, or... Monk Luochen
, I recognize you. You have to remember that I live at the foot of the mountain, in the place you must pass when you go down the mountain. If one day you figure it out, you can come down the mountain and I can see you. I will wait for you.
...If you really want to be a monk, then I...maybe burn down this temple!"
After Nuo Min finished speaking, she turned around fiercely and ran away crying.
"Amitabha."
The moment Nuo Min ran away, two lines of tears slowly slid down Luo Chen's cheeks.
"Zhe Farewell, I'll wait for you at the place you must pass by..."
"Amitabha……"
*
Under the big tree in the Thirteenth Prince's Mansion.
Zhuye Hitomi rested her head on Liusu's shoulder and murmured, "Is there anything in this world that will never change? Liusu..."
"Unchanging?" Liusu said without pushing him away, "Actually, I don't know what is unchanging in this world. Promises will change, vows will change, no matter how firm I said I love you back then,
In the end, it’s still not worth the time, isn’t it?”
"Who said that! If I really love someone, I will love it forever, love it to the end, and never let go." Upon hearing this, Zhu Yetong suddenly turned his head and said loudly.
This happened many years ago, but this man's voice is still so clear.