Chapter 056: At the age of twelve, he looked like a man who could conquer the ice field.
I don’t know if it was my illusion, but my brother felt like a ball of fire at this moment.
Dad is still talking to the monk.
"Yes, recently I've been dreaming about... things that happened a long time ago, so long ago that they seem a little strange."
"That world... is not the world we live in now. It seems more like... another world. I always see... a person." Fu Xurong's eyes fell on Xia Yu'an.
Xia Yuan:?
His attention was still on his elder brother. His brother had a calm personality and was not like this on weekdays. Few things could make him moody.
Why is he showing this expression now?
Are you sad?
Or what happened here?
That's not right. My brother has also been through this before.
But……
Also, what did Dad just say? !
Past life and present life?!
Great, Dad is about to remember it!
Fu Xuerong, however, ignored Xia Yu'an and went into a room in the backyard with the master. The two were talking in the room and it seemed that they didn't want others to listen.
Xia Yuan was in the yard and could only hear some words intermittently.
"Yes, in my dreams...it's always my young master, the Xia family's twin sons and son's wife, Xia Yu'an."
"As soon as I met him, I knew what it meant to have a happy confidant."
"Everything before this was like a dream."
“It seems that what is in the dream is real.”
What is a dream and what is reality?
Fu Xuerong looked outside the courtyard and felt that it was no longer important.
I just know that my youngest is very special to me... My youngest?
Youngest child?
Yes, in my dream, I called him "younger"!
"General, don't worry." "General Fu, have you ever heard of the saying 'past lives and present lives'?"
From the looks of the three of you, it doesn't seem like this is the only relationship they have.
"Three?"
"Yes, there is one more." The master put his hands together, with the Bodhi beads wrapped around his fingers, and looked at the white-haired young man standing in the courtyard, "Xia Silan."
"Then what is our relationship?!"
What kind of relationship is more important than adopting a son or daughter-in-law? !
Although he was not a father in name only, he did raise Xia Silan!
The master looked apologetic: "My cultivation is limited, so I cannot understand this."
"But the Imperial Master is here today, and is currently resting in the side courtyard. When the Imperial Master is free, the general may be able to meet him."
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Xia Yu'an, however, strolled directly to the side yard.
The image of his brother kept appearing in his mind. The way his brother stood there was like a phoenix falling from fire, with a coldness that was vaguely similar to the fire shadow.
Brother, what happened?
Before Xia Yu'an had time to think, he discovered a familiar figure in the backyard.
The person lying in the courtyard with a big belly, who else could it be but the Imperial Master?!
I saw Imperial Master Shuang'er closing his eyes and resting, with the sun shining on him. He looked very comfortable, without any trace of the tortuous love triangle.
I have to say that in this world, both girls are very beautiful, and the national teacher is the best among them.
Unexpectedly, the Imperial Master opened his eyes, smiled at him, and said first: "Ah, you are here. Beauty?"
Um?
ah??
The little cat is eating melon, no, who are you calling beauty? ?
Aren't you the beauty? Beauty Master!
The Imperial Master chuckled and said, "You are so beautiful that you don't even realize it."
He thought for a moment before choosing his words: "Like a... well, stupid peacock."
"Oh, no... Peacocks are usually self-aware." The other person described the peacock as being proud, paused, and changed the way he said it: "Stupid... Cat from another world."
"What did you say?" Xia Yu'an was startled, and stepped forward to grab the imperial teacher by the collar, somewhat out of control. After all, no one had yet revealed his identity as "from another world"!
Who is this person? How much does he know? What is his purpose?
More importantly, is it a threat to me and my brother?
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious." The national teacher slowly straightened his clothes, reached out to touch Xia Yu'an's head, like stroking a cat, and stroked his belly: "My name is Shenxing, as the name suggests, I was born with some... metaphysics. By the way, why are you bullying a pregnant man!
...shameless!
This was the first time Xia Yuan had seen such a shameless man! Pah! Shuang'er!
Is it bullying if I pull your collar? Huh?
And how could this person openly announce her pregnancy?
As a man, Xia Yu'an still finds it hard to accept.
How can a man be pregnant?
Is it hard?
Xia Yu'an couldn't help but glance down, lingering on the other person's slightly bulging belly.
Forget it... business is more important!
"How on earth do you know that?"
"I have some divination abilities and can see people's past and present lives."
Xia Yu'an calmed down: "Then how much do you know?"
"Not much." Shen Xing looked up at the sky: "I just know that you are from another world, that's all."
“There’s only so much I can see.”
"I vaguely feel that you are not from this world."
"Why?"
"The aura doesn't match."
Xia Yuan: ...
Can you tell whether someone is from this world by their aura?
You are not a national teacher, but a charlatan, right?
An unexpected success!
"Then tell me what happened to my brother?"
"You should ask yourself." Shen Xing thought for a moment and said, "You know more about your brother's affairs than I do, right?"
"I know it will happen again..." Suddenly, Xia Yu'an remembered something!
Melon field... Melon field! Except for the foreshadowing that the author has buried but not yet uncovered, all the events should be recorded in the melon field!
I have to say, there is something mysterious about Shenxing!!
He was in such a hurry that he forgot to check the melon field!
I’ve seen my brother’s gossip before, but didn’t find anything related to Buddhist temples.
Be sure to read it carefully...
It might not be easy to make my brother show that kind of expression.
Xia Yuan was a little worried.
Looking at the contents on the melon field, Xia Yu'an's hands were shaking a little.
Every word and sentence therein was like weeping blood, and it contained the idea of cannibalism.
That year, my brother was eight years old and his mother passed away.
The young legitimate son of the Bei'an Marquis's Mansion was left alone from then on.
Without the care of my mother, other people began to have other thoughts.
How could the Second Aunt let it go?
Eight years old is okay, but too young.
When he was twelve years old, my brother grew more and more outstanding. Although he was still young, he already had the shadow of the most beautiful woman in Beichen.
The phoenix eyes are rolling, like fire coming out of the ice field, and the black eyelashes are lightly hooked, like the branches of a willow.
Just one glance and countless people will fall for him and never forget him.
What a monster!
The second concubine looked at the face that was similar to the mistress of the house and felt more hatred.
The more you hate, the more afraid you become.
Although the boy is different from Xuefu, but, no, he is more beautiful than Xuefu!
This kind of beauty is frightening.
He was afraid that people would notice him and that he would become too prominent and attract attention.
Beauty is also a silent weapon.
That day, she locked him in a small dark room and tried to strip him of his clothes.
He resisted fiercely, but several strong men jumped out of the window!
Fortunately, my brother was smart and managed to escape!
His chest heaved, and after some thought, he told Marquis Bei'an, his father, that he wanted him to make the decision for him.
However, what he got in return was not indignation or protection from his father, but instead loud rebukes, saying that he was disgraceful and brought shame to their Bei'an Marquis Mansion!
Some even scolded him as an unlucky person with an evil face who would only bring disaster to them.
The young boy with immature eyebrows and eyes blinked and felt disappointed for the first time.
No, it's not the first time, but this is the only time that I can see into people's hearts so thoroughly.
His father placed him in a remote and dilapidated temple on the outskirts of Beijing, with the idea that out of sight, out of mind.
No one is in charge, no one speaks, and no one hears.
At only twelve years old, he had no choice but to obey.
It’s also good to live in a temple. Even though it’s a bit run-down, there are still green lamps and ancient Buddhas there.
He can study quietly here and keep the birds as his company.
But the young boy was wrong.
The monks and nuns here don't look like good people. Although they wear gray clothes, they come back greasy every night.
He may not wash his hair for ten days or half a month, and his beard will be untidy and you can smell the odor from far away.
They looked at him with contempt and a little bit of surprise.
That night... little Xia Silan hid in his room to study. The oil lamp went out and the room was dark except for the moonlight.
He was about to get up when he heard someone talking outside the window and clenched the pen in his hand.
"Pah, if it wasn't a boy, I would have done it a long time ago..."
"Yes, it would be fine if it was a twin, but unfortunately I don't like it."
"She's fucking beautiful."
"How about we come too?"
"Forget it, forget it. We've already agreed. Give it to them. Those women are not to be trifled with."
"The thieves of Yuejiang, the female leader, who kills without blinking an eye, is commonly known as the Thirteenth Lady..."
"The madam of Qingyue Tower, who is over 40 years old, likes young boys..."
"The salt merchant from Jiangnan is still charming and has a beautiful wife. I heard she has a sharp eye. This time someone invited her... Tsk tsk."
"Who is the one who is pulling the strings for these women?"
"Who else could it be? It must be someone from Bei'an Marquis Mansion..." The voice became increasingly quiet.
The boy froze in his tracks.
He gave up the oil lamp and waited quietly in the dark.
A group of women swarmed in, the scent of rouge and powder mixed together, the scene was chaotic, and someone stripped his clothes in the dark.
Those people had already colluded with each other.
Fortunately, he heard it and was on guard.
The boy tore off his coat from his shoulders and ran away through a hole in the dilapidated house that was blocked with bamboo strips.
Those people, men and women, came together to catch him.
He ran to the door, but found that the place that was usually shabby and had no bolt was sealed with a thick horizontal bar!
There are iron locks on both sides.
No key.
The small temple became a hellish prison.
There is no escape.
He panted, took a flint from the kitchen, and poured oil all over the dilapidated temple with the coke that was still wet.
Fortunately, the temple was dilapidated enough that several rotten wooden beams had fallen off and the material was flammable.
Soon a raging fire started.
He followed their example and locked people up in the house.
"The fire was burning very brightly that day." Xia Silan recalled while hugging Xia Yu'an and sitting in a wheelchair.
Amid the blazing fire, Xia Yu'an leaned on Xia Silan, as if she was still in the scene of that year.
"What happened next?" He grabbed his sleeve, a little nervous.
"Later, I met a monk..."
The little boy stood by the locked door, unable to find a solution.
A monk who was usually taciturn suddenly came over.
He laughed along with everyone else on a daily basis, there was nothing different.
He just loves drinking. When others are gambling, he drinks. He drinks to keep himself quiet.
But I have never bullied any young boy alone.
The young boy had thorns all over his body, and he was on guard with a murderous look in his eyes.
The monk shuddered, tried to smile, and showed a friendly attitude, trying to prove that he was harmless: "Hurry up, hurry up and go..."
He took out a key, unlocked the iron lock, and pulled the bolt out with force, making a dull sound as it fell to the ground.
The young man turned around and saw the monk in front of him smiling, while the raging fire behind him dyed the sky red.
"Dead."
“Those people are dead.”
"In one night, the White Horse Temple was reduced to ruins, with only the remains of the fire remaining."
A young man in white clothes walked out from the flames of hell, with a torn red shirt hanging on his body. He was like a phoenix blooming on an ice field, his heart burning in nirvana, and reborn from the fire.