"I hope, Brother Lu, you can take him in."
Looking at the fat monk who was saluting with his seal vertical, Lu Liangsheng didn't know what to say. For two days in a row, first Wang Banxia came, then a three-year-old boy came, and this time it was even better, three of them came at once.
… I am still serving as someone’s apprentice.
Lu Liangsheng felt a mixture of laughter and tears, but he managed to keep a straight face and not show any inappropriate expressions in front of the three young men.
However, although the two had only known each other for a short time, they had a life-long friendship, so the scholar did not say anything more, but only asked why Wanfo Temple did not accept him.
The monk turned his head to look at the young man, then smiled and said:
"I originally thought that the young man was too aggressive, but later I found out that he was arrogant. The abbot of the temple wanted to enlighten him, but accidentally discovered that he was..."
Fa Jing lowered his voice and said, "Only the Buddha can save the reincarnation of the divine artifact. In the temple, the Buddhas are just ordinary people."
Across the stone table, Lu Liangsheng gently put down the teacup. Among the three young men over there, he saw Yuwen Tuo with brown-blue eyes. It was the first time he heard of the reincarnation of a divine weapon.
When they met in Heliangzhou before, I just thought that he was born with spiritual roots, but I didn't expect this to happen. At the moment, Lu Liangsheng has nothing but a spiritual sword and a magic scroll, and he has never even heard of any divine weapon.
"That child, what divine weapon is he reincarnated from?"
"Kunlun Mirror."
Fa Jing spoke in a calm tone, probably because he had gotten used to it after traveling all the way south. He put down his hand that was holding the seal, picked up the teacup and took a sip. He looked at the small courtyard. The old tree was swaying gently, and leaves were falling in the light spots. The monk reached out and took the slightly yellow cypress leaf.
"Lu Daoyou has great virtue in his heart, and it is rare to find a peaceful place like this. I brought him here in the hope that Daoyou can use the knowledge and virtue in the books to educate him, so as to prevent him from going astray and causing disasters in the world."
"Um."
Lu Liangsheng frowned and murmured, then took the kettle to mix tea for the monk and sorted out the cause and effect.
"The master brought him back to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple to convert him to Buddhism so that he wouldn't be used by others. Unfortunately, you found out that he was the reincarnation of a divine weapon, and you were helpless. That's why the master wanted me to use my knowledge and morality to make him understand right from wrong and how to behave."
Over there, Fa Jing closed the dry leaves in his hand and bowed to the scholar.
Lu Liangsheng pressed his knees, pursed his lips, and looked past the monk at the three young men, "What about the other one?"
"There is another one, a child from an ordinary family. However, he is very good friends with Yuwentuo. The latter did not want to become a monk, so he followed him... His name is Qu Yuanfeng."
The monk sighed and sat down again: "… The world is difficult. I originally wanted to send this child to the capital of Southern Chen and hand him over to the government. When I was crossing the river, I heard that disaster was coming, so I brought him here with me."
"What's the trouble?" Lu Liangsheng held the teacup to his lips.
"Due to the war, the Northern Zhou Dynasty has been destroyed. Now, it is called the Sui Dynasty. Yang Jian has proclaimed himself emperor. He will soon lead his troops south and cross the river..."
Yang Jian became emperor...
Thinking of the man in the pavilion in the heavy rain that day, Lu Liangsheng still remembered it clearly. This man had the aura of a dragon that had surpassed his body, and it was natural for him to achieve the goal of becoming an empire. That day, he took advantage of the situation and said these words about his success in becoming an empire.
Lu Liangsheng was no longer enthusiastic about these things and the scene that happened in the Chen Dynasty palace. He took it lightly as an official to govern the people. It might not be a bad thing if the world was ruled by a capable king.
Thinking of this, he smiled, poured the tea at the corner of his mouth into his mouth and drank it all in one gulp.
"It would be good if the north and south could be unified in the future. At least the people of the world would be able to enjoy long-term peace."
Lu Liangsheng put down his teacup and stopped talking about the upcoming war. When he stood up, the three young men over there immediately straightened their backs and lined up in a row.
However, the scholar did not look at them, but walked to the kitchen, pushed open the door, and looked at Lu Laoshi who was eating with a bowl. The latter was holding the bowl with food in his mouth. His eyes met with his son's and he was stunned for a moment.
"What are you looking at me for?!"
The scholar sat opposite and laughed, "Dad, I think the house needs to be renovated. There may not be enough rooms."
"ah?!"
Lu Laoshi forced himself to swallow the food in his mouth. His gentle personality couldn't help but become anxious. "Stay outside, stay outside..." His saliva flew everywhere, causing the Taoist to fan his sleeves and was hit by a chopstick by Li Jinhua.
The woman put away her chopsticks, then took over her husband's words and looked at her son.
"We all need to stay here? How much... money will that cost?"
“No need to spend money.”
When someone moves in to live at home, you have to communicate with the family no matter what. After discussing for a while, Lu Liangsheng came out of the house and nodded to the fat monk.
"The three of them will stay."
Li Sui'an was probably the happiest among these words. He grabbed the wooden sword behind him, roared excitedly, and threw it into the sky. While he was shouting and jumping, a short figure came out from the vegetable garden, dragging a pipe and swaying.
"Who kicked me just now!!!"
Li Sui'an, who had fallen down, lowered his head when he heard the voice. A huge toad man was standing there, staring with angry eyes.
"A toad that can...can...talk..."
He opened his mouth in horror and his voice began to stutter. Yuwen Tuo next to him was also a little surprised, but he still snorted with a cold face.
"What's the big deal? It's just a little toad..."
Before he could finish his words, a shadow jumped up in his peripheral vision. The boy turned his head subconsciously, and what was reflected in his eyes was a thin cigarette holder enlarged in his vision.
Boom!
One end of the copper tube hit Yuwen Tuo's forehead hard. Feeling the pain, he couldn't help but scream, "Little Toad Demon... How dare you..." His body became unstable and he fell backwards.
In mid-air, the Taoist Toad stepped on his chest and smashed the boy's head with his webbed feet.
"Toad, huh?!"
Yuwen Tuo covered his face and shouted.
“How dare you!!”
The pipe still fell down.
"You dare, don't you!?"
“… Stop hitting me, it hurts!”
“It hurts, right?!”
"Little demon, huh?!"
Li Sui'an and Qu Yuanfeng, who were standing on both sides, looked at the pipe being hit continuously in Toad's hand, and shuddered at the same time, turning back to look at their master.
Lu Liangsheng laughed: "That's your master."
These words made the fat monk Fajing stunned in place, and the tea in the cup spilled out without him noticing.
Under the eaves, Lu Liangsheng walked over and sat down opposite the stone table with a smile, telling the monk not to worry.
"That's good too. Let him suffer a little first, lower his posture a little, and then it will be easier to teach him later."
He watched the scene, but in his heart he wanted to go to the capital.
"If the Sui army marches south, what will happen to Min Changwen and his daughter? And the mother and son in the palace... Chen Jing should be the emperor."
In my sight, a yellow leaf passed by and fell into the teacup, causing a ripple.
…
The wind turned the leaves yellow, and the Southern Chen Palace seemed a little deserted and desolate. The emperor's funeral had just happened, and the news of the Sui army's southward march had already piled up in front of the little emperor's dragon desk.
"Mom, I...what should I do?!"
The study was brightly lit. In the flickering firelight, there was Zhang Lihua, dressed in plain clothes. She had no makeup on her face and looked haggard.
"Your Majesty, you shouldn't call me mother anymore. You need to change your ways. You are the emperor now. You must learn to make your own decisions."
Behind the dragon case, Chen Jing gritted his teeth for a long time, then raised his face, still a little childish.
"I want to meet Mr. Lu, please... ask him to come out."