Cui Wang reached out and put the cloak back on.
The long street is ten miles long, and the night lights are like daylight.
Ordinary people peddled along the street, monks came and went like the wind, suppressing Yuan Xi, Cui Wang walked quietly on this long street, no one knew that under this cloak was the True Monarch Liwei praised by everyone in Xuancang Realm.
He was like an erratic ghost, and no one in the crowd paid attention to him.
Only the ancestors whispered cautiously in their ears:
"Xiao Wangwang? Xiao Wangwang?"
Cui Wang looked at the sky, the dark blue night sky, a bright moon hanging high, suddenly remembered that he hadn't been to Xinglong Temple for a long time, so he simply left Fengwu City, stepped on the sword and landed on the steps of the main entrance of Xinglong Temple .
Xinglong Temple is hidden deep in the mountains, with few people and few incense sticks. It closed its door early, leaving only a dying wind lamp in the porch still spinning around.
"Button—"
"Who is knocking on the door at night—"
With a creak, the door opened.
A young novice monk in his tenth year poked his bare forehead out, but saw a monk in a cloak standing in front of the door. He stood quietly and took off his cloak when he saw him coming.
Under the moonlight, that handsome face was as recognizable as ever.
The little monk opened his eyes wide in surprise, and put his hands together:
"Good morning, my lord."
The little novice hurriedly opened the door, and stepped back with a small body, watching the gray cloak of the person passing the threshold:
"Zhenjun, still follow the old rules?"
"Well."
Xinglong Temple at night is extremely quiet, with the rustling of leaves and the singing of insects one after another, the little novice quietly followed a gray figure in front of him, wondering in his heart. The bureau sent a sum of incense money, and usually came to the festival.
It's not a year or a festival, why would you suddenly visit in the middle of the night
The little novice led Cui Wang to the side hall, and after burning three sticks of incense, he knew that he had almost retreated. The real monarch never liked others to stay longer. You look preoccupied and unhappy—
Although, most of the time, he is expressionless.
Cui Wang stood in the main hall, looking at the two tablets placed side by side in front of the Buddha—
This is the only thing he preserved when he was sucked into the space crack when he was young.
A monk has been out of reincarnation since he stepped into cultivation, and his life is one life.
But mortals can still enter reincarnation and the six realms, and he doesn't know where his parents are now.
Enshrining in front of the Buddha is just out of habit.
"Ancestor, do you think it's strange? I obviously don't have any feelings for them, but I still remember to take their tablets with me."
Cui Wang said.
The ancestors did not speak.
He was not very happy with the descendant in the ranking.
Xiaowangwang's Aye died early, when he was four years old, he died in the river because he was drunk and kidnapped a prostitute.
"When Daliang was first built, my Cui family neither obtained meritorious service from the dragon, nor was it extravagant. We fell one step ahead of time. We have the name of a family, but we have no real family name. The Cui family is dignified, but even the money for a meal is fast. I can't afford it, so I, Aye, have no choice but to rely on that face to deceive the rich lady."
The ancestors breathed out from their nostrils:
"Yes, Cui Jue's face is half as handsome as yours. To lie to a little girl, isn't it true that every time you lie?"
"My mother appeared at that time."
The old ancestor stopped talking. He appeared next to his great-grandson after he retired and was beaten. At that time, the great-grandson was miserable, even more pitiful than Xiaobaicai. His father died and his mother died. They were all a group of vampires, seeing that he couldn't get married with the Zheng family, they simply took over what was left of his mother, and drove him to the ancestral hall for punishment, wanting him to kneel and die in the ancestral hall.
Therefore, he really didn't like his great-grandson's father who was a prostitute.
"The previous generations of the Liu family were nothing more than merchants, but because of their generosity in helping the emperor, they became a celebrity in front of the founding lord of the country. They led a sixth-rank member, Wailang, and knew about the emperor's affairs. They quickly gathered a large amount of money and food. I My grandfather has just this one daughter, and she has not yet had an heir, so she announced to the outside world that all the property of the Liu family belongs to my aunt."
The old ancestor gradually heard something.
The great-grandson had never told him this before:
"So, what you mean is that my old Cui's family was short of money at that time, and your grandfather's family had money, so your father, ah, was your father who went to seduce your mother?"
Cui Wang was not affected, and continued:
"I, Aye, can say a few crooked poems, can talk about a few tunes, and have the reputation of 'Jiangbei Cui Yulang'. My mother-in-law was quickly moved. At that time, I was married, and my Cui family was married again. Back to Shengjing."
The old ancestor sighed, in this world, even after thousands of years, the routine of the heartbroken man and the infatuated woman has not changed at all.
"so what?"
Cui Wang looked at the word "Cui Jue" on the tablet:
"I, Aye, am cunning and witty. Even though I am ruthless and ungrateful, no one hates him if I can see him. Instead, everyone will say 'Jiangbei Cui Yulang is extraordinary'. I looked at my mother, once I was cheated by him once, even when he died in a cup of wine drunk by a prostitute, I still think of him."
"you mean… "
The ancestors felt a little smell.
"My mother has been soaked in tears for half her life."
Cui Wang sighed, "It's really disappointing."
"..."
The old ancestor suddenly remembered an old news.
At that time, he was with his great-grandson, and he seemed to have heard from the next room of the Cui family that this room was unlucky.
Before he died, he even asked his son to go to the bedside, and told him to go to the Zheng family to propose marriage. He thought he had arranged the funeral, so he followed.
Before, though, he hadn't taken it seriously.
"Xiaowang looks at you..."
"Don't the ancestors think that this story sounds very familiar?"
The old ancestor suddenly understood.
It's no wonder that his great-grandson of the gourd cared so much when he learned about the love gu, not because of the love gu, but because of the deception after the love gu.
Therefore, from the very beginning, emotion was denied and love Gu was identified.
"Xiao Wangwang, you have been bitten by a snake for ten years and are afraid of well ropes. I think that young lady is really sincere..."
Cui Wang suddenly took up his cloak, his eyes were dark, reflecting the dancing candlelight:
"Old ancestor, my aunt has been insane all her life, and she never forgot about her death."
"I, of course, want to live up to my expectations."