Youshu didn't look up, but raised the candied haws that were still firmly in his hands, biting down and eating them one by one. As early as the end of the world, he developed the "habit of overeating as soon as he was frightened", and only the feeling of fullness could help him suppress the fear of his life hanging by a thread. In the end times, nothing is more precious than food and water.
However, the maltose on the surface of the candied haws had already been licked clean by him, and now there are only a few half-baked hawthorns left. After chewing, the sour taste almost made him cry. He immediately covered his cheeks, rubbed it a few times, then stuck his neck and swallowed his mouth full of sour pulp into his stomach bit by bit, and then let out a long breath.
After eating, the fear disappeared like a bubble. Only then did You Shu look up and carefully look at the boy in front of him. The other party's appearance is extremely outstanding, and there is a noble temperament that is different from ordinary people. He was squinting a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes at the moment, staring at himself with a strange expression.
"Are you okay?" the boy asked again.
"I'm fine, thank you." Youshu wiped the snow off her face and handed over to the boy.
"Thank me for what?" The boy's tone was slightly puzzled.
"Anyway, thank you." Youshu didn't want to publicize that she was haunted by ghosts, so she didn't say much. When Li Gui left, he mentioned "purple dragon qi". The so-called dragon qi was originally something that emperors possessed and could resist all evil things in the world, but here only he and the young man possessed purple dragon qi. It is self-evident who it is.
In other words, this young man was his savior. If the other party hadn't happened to arrive, he would have been killed by Specter. Is this body supposed to be a ghost? Already on the life and death book of Lord Yan? ridiculous! Everything has a first come and a last arrival. Shu has slept in her mother's womb for ten months. When she was born, the ghost came late and wanted to take her home. How could this body become his? Thinking of this, there was a quick killing intent in Shu's eyes. Although he was indifferent in his feelings and was particularly happy and quiet, he was naturally not a good person after spending six years in the apocalypse. Now he has nothing to do with Li Gui, but that doesn't mean he can't help him in the future.
The young man wanted to ask again, but Xuemo, who had already swept away his head and face, staggered away, still holding the bamboo skewer for stringing candied haws in his hand.
"It's weird." The boy shook his head and walked away.
Youshu walked to the open space in front of the hall, Bai Shao had already hung up the lucky bag, and was looking around anxiously. When he saw him coming, he hurriedly went up to him and asked, "Young master, where did you just run off to, but the servant was so anxious! Why are your hair and clothes wet? You must be naughty, right? Let’s go, the servant will take you to the kitchen to dry.”
Bai Shao bought a few roasted sweet potatoes from Huotou Monk for the young master to eat, then took off his robe, supported it by the stove with a wooden stick, and wrapped the young master's thin body with his own jacket. As long as you have something to eat, you will be very quiet, nibbling on sweet sweet potatoes in small bites, and knowingly or unintentionally inquired about the whereabouts of the noble boy from the monk Huotou, and learned that the other party is currently temporarily living in Kaiyuan Temple with hair cultivation. I have an idea in my mind.
About half an hour later, Song's mother came over with a basket of incense candles, and said happily. "Okay, I gave the young master a longevity card. In the future, he will come to add sesame oil from time to time, and the young master will be able to live a hundred years."
"And Miss..." As soon as Bai Shao spoke, she realized that the young master didn't know her background, so she stopped quickly.
Mother Song didn't want the young master to be blinded by hatred. When he grows up and has a good future, it will not be too late to tell all the truth, so she gave Bai Shao a stern look, and she wanted to return the young master.
You Shu followed behind Mama Song without a word, and only said when she walked to the gate of the temple, "Mom, I want to stay in Kaiyuan Temple and lead my hair to practice."
"Master, what did you say?" Song's mother slipped and almost fell.
"I said that I would stay in Kaiyuan Temple to lead the cultivation practice." Youshu supported her and reiterated it. Forty taels of silver had been spent, and Li Gui consciously paid off his debts, so he was determined to drag him to hell with him. If he leaves the young man with dragon spirit, there is only one way to die.
"Why do you want to become a monk so well, child? But who said what?" Mama Song looked at Bai Shao coldly, and the horrified Bai Shao waved her hands again and again.
"No one told me." Youshu looked around and saw that there was no one nearby, so she whispered, "Don't lie to my mother, I was recently entangled by a ghost, and said that this body should have belonged to him. The debt collection came, and he said that the forty taels of silver had been spent, and I had to die. In recent days, he often harmed me, pushing me into the pond, pushing me down the steps, and repeatedly poisoning me. He was in the temple just now. He also pressed the back of my head and pressed me into a snowdrift to drown. Fortunately, a noble pilgrim passed by, and he retreated. If I go back with my mother, there may be a day when I will be plotted against by the ghosts, why don't I stay there The nobles are safe. Besides, this is a temple, maybe the Bodhisattva will bless me."
Of course, the last sentence, You Shu is absolutely unbelievable. If the Bodhisattva really can save all living beings, subdue demons and subdue demons, how could the ghosts be so rampant and kill people in the temple. It can be seen that this Kaiyuan Temple is not a sacred and inviolable place.
Mother Song and Bai Shao were stunned when they heard it. When they came back to their senses, they hurriedly checked the back of the young master's head. They saw that a scarlet handprint was vaguely printed on Bai Nen's scalp. Judging from the size, it should belong to an adult man. Thinking of the frequent people in Yushui Village who fell into evil spirits, and thinking of the dream that the master and the young lady had at the same time when the young master was born, Mama Song and Bai Shao were convinced of this.
What is it that the flesh should belong to him? Could it be that the debt collector failed to be born in the belly of the young lady, but was taken by the young master instead? The young master is not some kind of ghost, but the flesh and blood of the young lady who worked so hard to conceive in October! Mama Song was in ecstasy for a while, and mourning for a while. She hugged Yushu's thin body and wept so hard, she said intermittently, "I, my poor young master, you have suffered so much crime, why didn't you tell me earlier! If this old servant had known, I will definitely ask someone to save you."
"Mom doesn't need to blame herself, most of the masters are liars." You Shu clumsily slapped Song's mother on the back, "All the masters invited in the village can't help Li Gui, only when he sees a noble person will he shy away."
"Who is that noble person? Mommy, go and ask him to protect you." Song's mother pulled away from her grief, picked up the young master and walked into the temple.
"How can ordinary people dare to contaminate the things of gods and ghosts? It's fine if you don't talk about it. If you talk about it, you will definitely drive me away. Mom must not be impulsive. I can protect myself by staying in the temple. Demons, ghosts and monsters retreat. After all, this is a sacred place for Buddhism, so there is no room for evil and worship." Youshu had never said such long words in one breath, but in order to dispel Song's mother's thoughts, she had to patiently persuade her.
The so-called preciousness of a noble person is far beyond the understanding of Song Mama and Bai Shao. If you go there rashly, it will be the next thing to provoke suspicion. I am afraid that the other party will be afraid of saying that ghosts and gods will be taboo. Be a lay disciple, get close to the boy slowly, and then plot other things.
Song's mother was persuaded. While praising the young master for his thoughtfulness, she found the host of Kaiyuan Temple and said that she wanted to foster her child here. Some children are hard-headed and have a shallow fate. Parents are afraid that their children will die prematurely, so they will be sent to a nearby temple for foster care, and they will send sesame oil money every month. This is one of the temple's income, the host has no reason not to agree, and immediately accepted Youshu.
Youshu sent away the reluctant mother Song and Bai Shao, and then returned to her room and changed into the white moon robes. He looked around and found that the courtyard in the east was the most spacious and tidy. From time to time, two strong men stood guarding the circular arch, and he knew that it was the residence of the teenager. Judging from the indifferent behavior of monks in the past, it seems that no one knows the true identity of the young man, and even Shu can't understand how a good royal family can live in a little-known temple. However, Liangzhou is the land of Longxing, rich and powerful, and Kaiyuan Temple is one of the temples closest to the imperial mausoleum, so it makes sense to think about it.
You Shu was squatting in the corner to observe the scene in the courtyard secretly. Her hands were not idle. She built a snowman half a meter high in two or three times. She used black stones as her eyes, yellow leaves as her mouth, and two dead branches as her hands. It's quite childish. It's been a long time since the young man went out. Seeing that it was almost time for dinner, he rubbed his stomach and ran towards the kitchen. Eating is always his top priority.
Not long after, the young man dressed in a mink fur cloak and walked slowly out of the hospital door. When he passed the corner, he saw the little snowman standing quietly in the cold wind. He couldn't help but stop, showing nostalgia in his eyes.
The two subordinates hurriedly bowed their heads to hide their sad expressions, knowing that the master would definitely think of the first queen again. Back then, the first queen also liked to build two little snowmen in front of her master's palace gate, saying that the little snowmen would protect the emperor instead of herself. If the first queen was still there, how could the master be reduced to such a level
The young man seemed to know how to control his emotions, and in just a moment, he restrained the fragility in his eyes and continued to walk forward, suddenly stopped, and said lightly, "Take it to the yard, and put it here, it will inevitably be spoiled by the little novices who come and go. already."
The two strong men answered in a low voice, carefully lifted the snowman, and placed it under the plum tree in the courtyard.
Li Gui seemed to be frightened, and he didn't show up for half a month. Yu Shu ate well, slept well, and his skinny body had grown a little flesh, but he still looked very weak, as if the wind could float up. He has recently become fascinated by the scriptures in the Tibetan Scriptures Pavilion, and often sneaks in to read them. The endless absorption of new knowledge is the instinct of a superhuman, and he cannot control it. As long as it is a book he has not read, he must read it thoroughly, and then store it in a brain comparable to a computer.
On this day, after reading the last scripture, he took out a wowtou from his arms, nibbled while walking, passed a huge water tank, and suddenly felt a yin wind whistling over.