After being reborn, I became a scumbag and his aunt

Chapter 500 Little Beggar (Part [-])
Han Youning's eyes lit up, he met Master Xuanzhi, approached him and said in a low voice, "Since Master said so..."

She turned her head to look at Zhao Chengyuan and Ye Changluoping, "My lord, you go out with senior brother first, and I will talk to master."

Zhao Chengyuan smiled, "Okay."

Zu Zhen invited them out of the courtyard, while Han Youning dragged Master Xuanzhi into the meditation room.

She is not sure who is more skilled than Zhao Chengyuan, but with the elder brother and several other senior brothers watching together, Zhao Chengyuan must not be able to eavesdrop on her talking to the master.

After closing the door, Han Youning couldn't wait to ask, "Master, where is Brother Six?"

Master Xuanzhi sat down slowly, stroked his beard and laughed, "Don't worry, what should come, will come naturally."

Han Youning sat next to him, squinted at his beard, gritted his teeth and said, "Master, it's better not to lie to me."

Master Xuanzhi couldn't help but tighten his beard-stroking hand, and then calmly released it, "Monks don't tell lies. Just wait patiently, opportunities will come your way."

Han Youning showed him the jade pendant, "Take a look, master, is the sixth brother's soul still there?"

Master Xuanzhi slowly closed his eyes, "The heavenly secret must not be revealed."

Han Youning snorted coldly, "It's great to be a monk. If others don't believe it, they say that the monks don't tell lies. If they don't want to say it, they say that the secret must not be leaked. If they say it hasn't happened, they say that the opportunity has not come."

Master Xuanzhi recited the Heart Sutra silently, his own disciple, his own disciple.

Han Youning didn't ask anything in the end.

Master Xuanzhi checked her pulse, and she was in good health, and was not affected by the fake death medicine at all.

But under Zhao Chengyuan's strong request, Master Xuanzhi still used ginseng and snow lotus as medicine, and prepared some pills for Han Youning.

He said to Zhao Chengyuan, "This pill can invigorate the kidney and nourish the blood. Donor, you take it, and the effect is also very good."

Ye Chang and Luo Ping, who were guarding the door, looked at each other in shock. Our lord wants to... invigorate the kidney at such a young age?
Also, is this Master Xuanzhi an eminent monk so dishonest?Even if you dote on your little apprentice, you can't even worry about his housework, right?

Zhao Chengyuan felt a little uncomfortable on his face, and said in a deep voice, "No need. This king doesn't need it."

Master Xuanzhi glanced at him lightly, "If the benefactor likes this white hair, it doesn't matter if you don't take it."

After finishing speaking, he stroked his thinning beard and walked out of the meditation room.

Zhao Chengyuan frowned, is it for black hair?

Han Youning lay on Zhao Chengyuan's lap and giggled.

It's easy to make Zhao Chengyuan feel embarrassed, the master is really amazing!
Han Youning stayed in the side courtyard, taking pills every day and making snacks for Master.

A few days later, she left the side courtyard and went to the top of the mountain with Zhao Chengyuan.

It was late autumn, and the peach tree had withered branches and leaves, standing alone on the top of the mountain, looking at the Chu land in the south.

Beside the peach tree stood a huge rock, which was sharp and steep with the traces of a sword being cut on it.

The autumn wind blows, the dead leaves rustle and fall, blow over the boulders, and are swept into the air by the mountain wind, fluttering.

Han Youning stroked the boulder, "Did the prince move this?"

Zhao Chengyuan came here frequently these few days, and every time he went back, there was a gloomy look on his brows.

Zhao Chengyuan said in a low voice, "The king of Xiliang moved here, and he split mountains into stones."

He pointed to several dark red blood spots on the boulder, "This is the blood he vomited. Excessive force hurt the heart."

Han Youning sighed quietly, that heart vein was not hurt by the boulder.

The two put on sacrifices to pay homage to Princess Baorong.

After that, he bid farewell to Master Xuanzhi and went down the mountain.

Han Youning opened the curtain and watched for a long time, only to find that there was no one on the way down the mountain. Thinking about going out of the yard to the top of the mountain today, it seemed that there were no pilgrims in the temple.

She turned her head and asked Zhao Chengyuan, "Has the prince sealed off the mountain?"

Zhao Chengyuan nodded.

Han Youning sighed, "Your Highness's face is really great, I have never encountered Hongtai Temple closing the mountain before!"

Zhao Chengyuan rubbed her head, "Maybe it's because of your face."

"Hey, that's impossible!" Han Youning held up his little finger to measure, "In the heart of Master and his old man, it would be nice to have a face as big as a fingernail. Master is actually very cold, our master and apprentice The relationship is barely maintained by glutinous rice and osmanthus cake!"

Zhao Chengyuan smiled lowly, and pointed to a box full of calligraphy and paintings beside him, "Then how do you explain these calligraphy and paintings?"

Han Youning leaned in Zhao Chengyuan's arms, "He was guilty and used it to make me happy. Hmph, I'm not Su Bai, how can a few calligraphy and paintings make me happy."

The old monk saved her grandfather back then, and Princess Baorong was buried on the top of Cangyuan Mountain, so he must know many things.But he said that everything has its own destiny, and he refused to tell her anything in advance, and let her and Zhao Chengyuan go to Xiliang to fight their lives.No wonder he wasn't guilty.

"Guilty? Why are you guilty?"

"It's all over, don't mention it. As long as..."

Han Youning was buried in Zhao Chengyuan's arms and stopped talking.

As long as the sixth brother can come back, she will not care about the old monk.

Zhao Chengyuan looked down at the little girl who was hiding a little secret, "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, my husband will always figure it out."

"Hmph, if I don't tell you, you won't be able to guess."

Zhao Chengyuan smiled, "It's hard to say."

"We'll see." Han Youning buried his head in his arms again, "I'll take a nap, call me when I arrive."

"Ah."

As the carriage reached the foot of the mountain, there was noise outside, accompanied by the shouting of children.

Zhao Chengyuan lifted the curtain.

A guard was picking up a little beggar, "Stinky boy, you are capable enough, dare to bite?"

The little beggar looked five or six years old, thin and small, ragged and dirty all over.

He kicked and scratched while hanging in the air, and shouted arrogantly, "Let me go! Be careful that I will bite you again!"

Zhao Chengyuan asked, "What's going on?"

The guard restrained the little beggar, and shouted in the direction of the carriage, "My lord, this little beggar has been wandering around the bottom of the mountain for several days, and he doesn't even want money for food. Go to Buddha..."

Zhao Chengyuan put down the curtain, and said in a low voice, "Don't bother with him, I'll give you some money."

"Yes, my lord!"

The guard threw the little beggar to the ground, and threw him a piece of silver, "Okay, go up the mountain to worship your Buddha!"

The little beggar landed nimbly, didn't let himself fall, didn't pick up the silver, and ran towards the direction of the carriage.

The guard quickly caught up with him and grabbed him, "Stinky boy, believe it or not, I'll beat you up?"

The little beggar opened his mouth to bite him, but the guard pinched his jaw so that he could not move his mouth, "My lord, this little beggar is really hard to deal with, I should send him to the mountain to prevent him from making trouble again."

"Don't hurt him."

"Yes!"

The guard carried the little beggar and walked up the mountain.

When passing by the carriage, the little beggar was shouted in the direction of the carriage.

The guard scolded in a low voice, "Calm down!"

The little beggar turned his head and stared at the direction of the car window, his palm-sized face was full of sadness, and tears rolled down his face.

(End of this chapter)