Floating clouds

Chapter 5

The morning light fell on the snow-capped bluestone slab, reflecting the floating clouds into a paradise. A middle-aged monk walked over with a simple and honest face, stood with hands down, bowed and said: "The master is back."

"Linsheng, put them in Hanguangyuan, and send them to Rongzhulin tomorrow." Mu Zheng coughed, as if he was a little chilled, handed Lin Xinglu and the others to the visitor, walked into a small path on the left, and quickly It disappeared into the snow, only the vague coughing sound getting farther and farther away.

Lin Shenggong sent Mu Zheng away, and he straightened up until Mu Zheng's cough could no longer be heard, and said kindly to the three of them, "Three uncles, follow me to rest."

Lin Xinglu was holding the two children on one left and one on the right, feeling uneasy in his heart, the more uneasy he became, the straighter his back became, the heavier his expression became, and he refused to let others see any clues.

Although he was uneasy, his upbringing was still there, and he said politely, "Your Majesty is here."

Lin Sheng lowered his eyes and looked at Lin Xinglu silently. He was dressed in an unfit clothes and he was holding the two children with dirty hands. His eyes were guarded and alienated.

Although he himself was still a child, he no longer regarded himself as a child.

"Uncle Master is serious, just call me Lin Sheng." He walked in the opposite direction to Mu Zheng, leading the way in front, with a very low posture, and Lin Xinglu's expression finally relaxed a little.

Lin Mingqi and Chonghui kept their mouths tightly shut, they didn't say anything, they just walked slowly with Lin Xinglu.

"This is it." Lin Sheng took them to a secluded place, which was desolate and lonely, with neither bamboo nor flowers, only snow and wind beating against the scarlet courtyard gate.

The courtyard door was crumbling by the wind, Lin Sheng pushed it open, revealing a more desolate scene inside.

There is a large bare yard without a single piece of grass, and the house only has two dilapidated rooms. The window lattices have fallen off and the walls are mottled. It really doesn't look like a place for people to live in.

Lin Xinglu almost wanted to turn around and leave with Lin Mingqi, and Zhonghui could also go together if he wanted to.

This place is so dilapidated that only ghosts like it.

He misses home, and no matter how bad it is, he also misses the small Taoist temple with white walls and blue tiles in Qingsong. In short, anywhere is better than here, and his heart bleeds as he thinks about it.

He doesn't want to be a monk, nor does he want to become a fairy, he just wants to stay in his own home, not going anywhere, and just stay with his parents for the rest of his life.

Thinking of Lin Xiang and Mrs. Lin, he even breathed heavily, and the deep hatred almost bent his thin back.

Lin Mingqi looked up at Lin Xinglu who was silent, and said softly, "Brother, do we want to live here?"

Lin Xinglu took a quick breath, suppressed the soreness and pain in his heart, and let out a muffled 'hmm'.

"I have wronged the three uncles. Apart from the place where the people we serve live, this is the only place on the mountain. The three uncles will settle down for a while, and they will be cleaned up soon." Lin Sheng coaxed them and led them went in.

His movements were quick and nimble. Within a moment, he cleaned up a room that was barely fit for people. After leaving for less than a quarter of an hour, he brought back several maidservants, and cleaned them up with hot water and towels. Waiting for Lin Xinglu When I came back to my senses, there were already hot porridge and snacks on the table.

He took the two children to the table silently. The young master of the Xiangfu touched the bowl and put the spoon in Lin Mingqi's bowl when he felt that it was not hot.

Lin Mingqi hadn't slept all night, now he was groggy, took a sip from the spoon, and suddenly pulled Lin Xinglu down, whispering: "Brother, why isn't the porridge sweet?"

She didn't dare to speak loudly, her porridge-stained lips pressed against Lin Xinglu's ears, making Lin Xinglu feel sad and powerless.

He likes to eat sweets, but Mrs. Lin never lets him eat them. There is only a bowl of sweet porridge every morning. After Lin Mingqi was weaned, he always ate sweet porridge.

She was born and grew up in the Xiangfu, and she has never eaten a meal outside, so she never knew that porridge is not sweet in the first place.

Lin Xinglu touched her little head and said in a low voice, "Eat."

For a meal, only those who know how to eat have a good taste. Lin Mingqi couldn't accept the white porridge for a while, so he only ate half a bowl. Lin Xinglu was full of worries, so he barely ate a few mouthfuls.

Although the porridge was not tasty, fortunately the quilt was always warm. Lin Sheng carried away Lin Mingqi who was sleeping on the stool, and Lin Xinglu and Chonghui also wrapped themselves cold in the heavy quilt. They were too tired, especially It was Lin Xinglu. He was worried all the way, and then he relaxed the tension in his mind and fell into the darkness.

It was light, dark, and light again.

Lin Xinglu slept for a full day and night without dreaming or crying. When Lin Sheng came to invite him, he was sitting on the bed in a daze, his body covered in bruises and pain. The gray sky outside shone in, and he saw a figure far away. When he came over, he yelled "Zi Hua..."

Before he finished his sentence, he suddenly woke up and closed his mouth.

"Uncle Lin got up and prepared the water for bathing. Uncle Master washes up first. After breakfast, he has to go see the master." Lin Sheng's expression remained unchanged, respectful and attentive, but his eyes were a little haggard.

"Brother!" Lin Mingqi ran in from the outside, his eyes were red, he must have cried after waking up and missing Lin Xinglu, followed by a reunion.

Chonghui's eyes were also red, he was safe and woke up, and the sadness came back, Qingsong wandered back and forth in his mind, making him cry with Lin Mingqi.

He had cried, and thought of how embarrassing he was in front of Lin Mingqi, he was very embarrassed, and now he was a little coy and silent.

Lin Sheng had never brought up a child, and Lin Xinglu hadn't woken up. His day and night were almost longer than the hundred years of serving Mu Zheng.

"Brother, do you drink porridge? Today's porridge is sweet." Lin Mingqi raised his face, revealing a pair of dimples.

Lin Xinglu glanced at Lin Sheng, and knew that he had heard yesterday's whisper. He didn't speak, and pulled Lin Mingqi off his body, saying, "I'm going to wash up."

The place for washing is to clean up the room next door, and put a huge wooden barrel in it, filled with hot water, and a brand new indigo robe on the chair, he picked it up and tried it out, It turned out to be just right, and my heart felt a little warmer for this Lin Sheng.

He took the Peeping Sky Stone out of his arms and soaked it in the water.

It was just a round irregular stone, mottled in color, mixed with blue and blue, only as big as the index finger and thumb put together, with an empty space in the middle, like a hole, Lin Xinglu looked left and right, but couldn't see anything.

This is what the 'thousand-faced demon' said about the peeping stone. Can it really peep into the sky?

What secret does it have, even Daoist Qingsong can't figure it out?

What kind of magical power is there that makes Qingsong would rather die than hand it over.

The more Lin Xinglu thought about it, the more he felt that this was not a treasure, but more like a life-threatening gold. As long as he held this treasure, he would be put in shackles and become a life-threatening object.

Could it be that the person who drives away the monsters is the 'thousand-faced demon'?

In order to force the Taoist leader to show up, that's why he used this trick?

Lin Xinglu had more and more doubts in his heart. He put down the Peeping Stone and put the Peeping Stone together with Mrs. Lin's jade hairpin.