How long is the long road? How melancholy it has become.
The only thing that could comfort Watson was that when Tang Jiu learned that he came from another world, no one jumped out of the carriage, and no one waved a sword to him.
He didn't scold him as if he was seeing a ghost, he just sighed heavily.
I don’t know if it’s because of Watson’s coming and going, or because as a prince, I can’t follow Watson to travel to the heavens.
Fortunately, Watson said that one day in the future, he would come back and stay for decades, which dispelled his determination to abandon his future and return to southern Xinjiang with Watson.
In fact, Watson couldn't bear to leave Zhu Jiu. Before he could no longer practice cultivation, his only relative in Yunqi Temple was his master Liao Chen.
Although the senior brothers who cut firewood together on weekdays loved him very much, they could not get into his heart.
Because he couldn't practice, he locked himself up.
Later, she got a younger sister and Tantai Xiaoyu, and met Zhu Jiu in a critical moment.
It can be said that Zhu Jiu is his only brother in this world.
The same goes for Jiu Zhu. He has lived in the inner courtyard of the palace since he was a child. Who dares to be friends with him? His daily interactions are either with teachers or a group of subordinates. Who would really say a few words to him?
When passing by Jiashi Imperial City, Watson took his sister shopping for two days and bought things she liked.
Zhu Jiu gave several jars of wine to Watson and agreed to come back no matter how many years later... because he still had to deal with the children from Kunlun, which was something Jiang Qingqing assigned to him.
All the way back, the three of them finally sat in a carriage.
What makes Watson feel incredible is that when he came out, there were either killers or bandits blocking his way, but when he went back, it was calm.
So, when passing by the Lingshui River and staying overnight in Zhuxian Town, Huisheng would tell stories to the two women.
He talked about how he and Zhu Jiu joined forces to kill the enemy, how they met her mother-in-law by chance at the inn, and then accidentally rescued the little princess of Kunlun.
Tantai Xiaoyu was just like the gentleman telling stories, with a look of admiration in his eyes.
Because in Kunlun, Watson used his own body to receive a slap from an academy disciple and severely injured his opponent.
She knew that the boy in front of her was no longer the same guy she had seen before.
Time changes everything, and it doesn’t take much.
The little monk in front of her had already left her and Hua Yu far behind. Otherwise, how could he severely injure the other party without fighting back with just his physical strength?
Only Hua Yu was the happiest. After leaving Kunlun, her little mouth never closed again.
She was smiling all the way, and her brother, who had suffered from childhood pain, was finally able to protect her.
If my parents knew about it, they would probably wake up laughing in their dreams.
The most important thing was that her brother had the courage to break off Nalan Qiuxue's marriage. This was what shocked and incredible her.
You must know that before she left Yunqi Temple, after her brother arrived in Kunlun, everyone thought that Watson was not worthy of Nalan Qiuxue.
How much courage does it take to break off the engagement under such circumstances?
Even so, her brother still fulfilled Nalan Qiuxue's wish and returned the marriage certificate. This is what makes her proud.
The three of them left Xiushui Town and climbed up the stairs. Watson told the story of the assassination on Shandao last winter.
The two women were so frightened that they covered their mouths and were speechless.
No one could have imagined that Murong Anran from the academy actually bribed the killer to kill Watson because of Nalan Qiuxue.
"Damn it, I will never pay attention to her again."
The woman Hua Yu was talking about was naturally Nalan Qiuxue, the girl she had called sister-in-law countless times.
"Oh Watson, you have to be nicer to me in the future. I am your biggest creditor."
Tantai Xiaoyu's eyes narrowed into a thin line. Without any effort, her biggest love rival was defeated by Watson. Even in her dreams, she woke up laughing several times.
Back in the courtyard, Watson obtained the space ring from the killer and gave five rings to each of the two women.
Looking at Tantai Xiaoyu, he said: "From now on, I am your biggest creditor."
After saying that, regardless of how his sister and Tantai Xiaoyu screamed, he opened the door of the small courtyard and went to see his master.
"Watson remember to come back for dinner later!"
Tantai Xiaoyu chased him outside the door and shouted with a smile: "Then you have to earn more money. This place is not enough for me to spend my whole life."
Sitting in the living room, Hua Yu waited for Tantai Xiaoyu to come back, laughing and scolding: "You are so shameless."
Tantai Xiaoyu laughed: "I am willing, are you envious?"
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In the dust-free Buddhist hall, the white-bearded old monk looked at the returning Watson with a satisfied look on his face.
Watson quietly placed all the remaining space rings on the table and pushed them in front of his master Liao Chen.
Liao Chen couldn't help frowning when he saw it, looked at Watson and asked, "What does this mean? I am not short of food and clothing as a teacher. You should keep it with you to be on guard."
Watson looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar. The sandalwood in the incense burner was burning quietly and was surrounded by a light smoke. The scene in front of him seemed like time had stopped, without ending.
He remembered that it was like this when he came here with his father.
And in the blink of an eye, he will leave this world.
The faint fragrance, coupled with the master's concern and his ups and downs of mood, created an eternal moment.
After a moment, Watson bowed respectfully to Chen and said quietly: "These are the property of the killers. I'm afraid the disciples won't be able to take away a penny."
In Watson's view, since he didn't bring anything with him when he came, he naturally couldn't take everything with him when he left.
Liao Chenxin was startled when he heard this. He didn't expect that his precious disciple had just come back and wanted to give him a surprise or scare him?
Even the white-bearded old monk looked at him in confusion and frowned.
Because Watson has not become a monk and can leave Yunqi Temple at any time, it stands to reason that he needs these belongings more than the two old people.
Until the water boils and the aroma of tea rises, the three of them quietly hold a cup of hot tea.
He quietly looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and sighed softly.
Then he said: "Everything here is like a dream that I can't wake up from. In a few days, I will wake up."
Liao Chen was slightly startled, and the prayer beads in his hand suddenly fell, making a trembling sound on the floor. Watson's words were too sudden for him, and he didn't understand them yet.
"The elder of Kunlun, Yan Tianfeng, is dead." Watson said softly, silently staring at a piece of spiritual tea in the cup.
Liao Chen bent down, reached out to pick up the beads that fell on the ground, and gave a faint response.
The death of an elder in Kunlun was not a big deal to Yunqi Temple.
Watson took a sip of hot tea and said without any hesitation: "Elder Jiang Tianhai's son is dead, and he himself is also useless."
The white-bearded old monk was shocked when he heard this, but still didn't say anything.
Liao Chen still didn't raise his head. He gently picked up the last two beads that fell on the ground, held them in his hands, and wondered whether he would use double threads to string the beads again.
The years have left no trace, the beads are intact, but these threads cannot bear their weight, and today they were finally severed.
After thinking for a while, he said something irrelevant: "Have we ever managed to turn back when we meet the Buddha? What's more, the elders of Kunlun may be the gods of this world in their hearts."
Only a person with great compassion like Liao Chen can speak such a human voice.
Watson looked at the Buddhist beads scattered on the table and suddenly said: "Master is merciful, I'm afraid it is true for some self-righteous monks." The white-bearded old monk nodded, and then shook his head gently.
Watson thought about the moment he was on Kunlun and fell into a strange state. He couldn't help laughing at himself. It turned out that he had been under the care of the master and the young monk during this trip.
Thinking about the last moment, Watson sighed and said in a daze: "Kunlun's law enforcement elders have become useless. All this is because of the disciples..."
Ding-ding-dong-dong, the Buddhist beads on the table finally fell to the floor again in Luo Chen's trembling hands, making the sound of big beads falling onto a jade plate.
For this reason, Watson had to lower his head and help Master pick up the beads on the ground.
Liao Chen slowly raised his head and glanced at the white-bearded old monk. Because the first two events had some causal factors for him, he would not be surprised.
And when Watson said that even Kunlun's law enforcement elders had become useless, he couldn't calm down.
In this way, isn't Kunlun currently in chaos?
The white-bearded old monk sighed softly and said, "Junior brother, you are confused."
Liao Chen looked at Watson who was busy picking up Buddhist balls under the table and shook his head. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down his emotions.
He looked at the white-bearded old monk and said, "Senior brother, I'm afraid this matter is not good news for Kunlun and Yunqi Temple."
Although Kunlun and Yunqi Temple have stood on their own sides over the years, there is no conflict.
However, for Yunqi Temple, such a major event that affected the life and death of old Kunlun in the next few decades, such as the deposed law enforcement elder, was an unavoidable cause and effect.
"What if he makes an unforgivable mistake?"
The white-bearded old monk looked at Chen Chen and said softly, but his eyes were quietly looking at Watson who was bending down to pick up the beads, with a light shining in his eyes.
But Liao Chen on the other side didn't notice it.
The two of them had their own thoughts, and the matter was serious. Yunqi Temple might completely fall out with Kunlun this time.
What the white-bearded old monk was thinking was that the young man in front of him was indeed not the dragon in the pond, but the law enforcement elder who had deposed Kunlun, and he did not show any fear at all.
However, what the two of them didn't know was that there was an even bigger shock waiting for them.
After carefully counting the beads in his hand, Watson took a handkerchief and wrapped it in it, handed it to Liao Chen in front of him, and then sighed softly.
He said quietly: "Maybe in two days, my mother-in-law will bring Xiaoxue to Yunqi Temple to stay for a few days. Oh, Xiaoxue is the daughter of the head of Kunlun."
"The master was in retreat when I went there, and the disciples didn't see him."
Watson thought for a while and thought it was necessary to explain the process of this trip: "I met my mother-in-law and Xiaoxue in Zhuxian Town. At that time, Xiaoxue was kidnapped by a group of killers..."
It wasn't until Watson spent another half a year telling them everything he encountered on the road and the shocking changes that happened in Kunlun that Liao Chen sighed thoughtfully.
He said leisurely: "Unexpectedly, you just went to save my sister, but you caused civil strife in Kunlun."
Everything that happened to Watson was indeed beyond the expectations of the two old monks, because they thought it was all Kunlun's family affairs.
Unexpectedly, even Kunlun's law enforcement elders would cause all the sects to attack because of a slight mistake.
Fortunately, Watson met the killers at the first time, and later met the legendary mother-in-law of Kunlun, thus avoiding a chaos.
Otherwise, with the lives of forty-nine children and hundreds of disciples from various major sects trapped in the secret realm of Kunlun, the leader of Kunlun would not be able to bear the consequences.
Thinking of this, Liao Chen looked at the Buddhist beads scattered in his hand and smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that just one thought can really turn people into demons."
The white-bearded old monk smiled faintly: "Good thoughts and good results, junior brother, why do you have to be afraid?"
