Yun Sheng Depths

The fireflies in the woods shimmered, and there were a few wild cats and dogs barking not far away. The breeze in the forest was sandwiched with the faint mist in the mountains, and there was a faint mist in the house.

It was an ordinary night in early summer.

A senior nursing home in the suburbs.

Lu Jia closed the screen window, turned off the wall lamp, and sat on the rocking chair in front of the window.

The moonlight slowly seeped in from the window, just catching his lightly touching feet.

In the looming, hazy light and shadow, he quietly watched his feet, half in the darkness, half in the moonlight.

After a long time, it was not until the moonlight climbed onto the hand resting on the chair that he slowly closed his eyes.

There are not many days left of such peace and tranquility.

Just still not reconciled.

At the moment when he closed his eyes, Lu Jia vaguely heard a rustling sound from the window sill, and was about to take a look, when his consciousness sank into a deeper vortex.

The next moment, Lu Jia felt a sharp pain in his head and opened his eyes with difficulty.

The rocking chair turned into a carriage, staggering and galloping on the mountain road.The pajamas on her body turned into a gown, and Lu Jia's pupils constricted. Was it a nightmare?

The carriage was still shaking, Lu Jia touched his head, pressed it, and a big bag was formed inside.

A burst of pain quickly spread from the top of the head to the whole body.

Lu Jia gritted his teeth, and couldn't hold back a bit of sex.

There is pain, not like a dream.

Can make a sound, not a ghost pressing the bed.

Kneeling on the opposite side was a boy in Tsing Yi. Seeing Lu Jia wake up, he hurriedly supported him, "Don't move, Eldest Young Master, we'll be here in an hour. The mountain road is rugged, be careful of bumps, the old lady will be worried later."

Master?

Where are you going again?

Lu Jia was confused.

Lu Jia could only nod his head, and then stared at his hands.

These are a pair of slender, thin hands, so thin that a few blue blood vessels can be seen.

There was a muffled cough in his chest, and there was a trace of coolness behind him, this was not his body.

Has he landed on someone else?

Isn't it sleeping at home?

He closed his eyes, not knowing how to deal with it, so he covered up the turbulent waves, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Lu Jia didn't know whether this was temporary or permanent, let alone where he was going.

While thinking about it, the carriage bumped on a rocky path again, and a lot of memories were suddenly stuffed into his mind.

Meng Yunsheng, 26 years old, is frail and sickly, cannot live without medicine all the year round, introverted and withdrawn.

His status is dignified, the son of Prime Minister Zuo has an older sister who is the imperial concubine in the palace, and a younger brother who is the Great General Zhenyuan.His mother died early, and Zuo Xiang never remarried.

In contrast, the original owner lived reclusively and rarely saw people.In the eyes of outsiders, it is a dispensable foil for the Xiangfu.

The purpose of going out this time is to go to Puji Temple for medical treatment.

Lu Jia frowned tightly. Those memories should belong to the original owner. After bumping his head and being stimulated, he remembered it, but he couldn't remember even the smallest details.

"Ding, hello Mr. Lu Jia, welcome to join us."

Lu Jia suddenly opened his eyes when a mechanical sound sounded without ups and downs.

Touching the child's questioning eyes, he closed his eyes slightly, "Who are you?"

"Below is your binding system, number seven. Responsible for issuing tasks for you."

"I crossed?"

"Yes."

"why?"

The system was silent for a while, "Mr. Lu Jia is in the original world, and his vital signs are rapidly weakening. In exchange, we will save you, and you will complete the task for us."

"why me?"

"Sorry, I can't answer."

Lu Jia frowned slightly, "Can I go back after completing the mission?"

The system was silent for a few seconds, and gave an affirmative reply, "Yes, Mr. Lu Jia only needs to complete the task."

Lu Jia breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay. Just call me Mr. Lu."

Lu Jia was indeed seriously ill in the original world, and the long-term treatment consumed all his energy, but he still didn't dare to give up easily.

Then a translucent display screen appeared in my mind, but the screen was blank.

"Is this the mission bulletin board?"

"Yes, Mr. Lu. You are so smart."

Lu Jia stared at the blank screen, "I can't see the mission."

The system said: "Sorry, Mr. Lu. It's not time to release the task yet."

Lu Jia was thinking, but the carriage stopped.

Lu Jia kneaded his bony hands. The boy in Tsing Yi, Lu Jia retrieved his name from the original owner's memory, "Yuan Bao, is it here yet?"

The coachman raised the curtain, and Yuan Bao quickly helped Lu Jia up, "Master, we're here."

Lifting the curtain of the carriage again, he pointed to the temple in front of the carriage, "This is Puji Temple."

It was summer, and the sun was scorching hot. Lu Jia's already weak body was even more unbearable, and beads of sweat were dripping from his temples.

Lu Jia raised his foot to get out of the car, thought for a while, took a breath, and put most of his weight on Yuan Bao, Ren Yuanbao held his arm.

After getting off the ground, he took a long breath, the weakness of this body was worse than his own.

"Xiaoqi, can't you find a better body?"

System, "Sorry Mr. Lu, I will pay attention next time."

Lu Jia asked, "Is there a next time?"

The system stopped answering, and Lu Jia didn't ask any more.

Although this system is weird, what is its origin, what does he want him to do, I don't know what to do, but at least I know it is not a dream.

And get a chance to live.

When he completes the task and settles down with the situation, he will know when the time comes.

"Master, wait, I'll knock on the door."

The coachman drove the carriage to the backyard, Yuan Bao ran to the gate of the temple with a bundle in his arms, and rang the doorbell.

Only then did Lu Jia start looking at the temple.

In the depths of the mountain, white clouds and morning fog, birds singing in the daytime, ivy covered the walls of the ancient temple, Puji Temple is small in scale, the four corners of the roof of the temple are flying up, and four copper bells the size of bowls are hung. Passing through the hall, I heard a crisp sound of broken jade being plated.

The wind in the mountains is clear, blowing away the irritating heat from the carriage.

After a long while, the closed temple door was only opened a gap, and half of the face was exposed behind the door, "Why did the guests come?"

Yuan Bao held the bundle with one hand, and with the other hand, he took out the greeting card from his bosom and handed it over, "My son is the young master of Zuo Xiang's family, please inform the abbot."

As soon as the words were finished, the gate of the temple opened. The little monk still had a kingfisher parked in his left hand. When he saw someone, he fluttered his wings and landed on the old tree.

The young monk took the greeting card, saluted Yuan Bao slightly, and bowed to Lu Jia again, "So it's Young Master Meng, I've been waiting for a long time, I'll take you to see the abbot."

"It's hot outside, and the benefactor has come from a long way. The abbot is in the Buddhist hall and will be here soon."

Lu Jia nodded, "Thank you, little master."

His eyes still glanced at the green little meat dumpling from time to time.

This is a rare animal in the real world.

At least I haven't seen it live, I've only seen it in magazines.

Entering from the gate of the temple, passing through the front hall, there is a pool of lotus in the backyard, a group of fish playing in the water, and an ancient tree in the center of the courtyard, which is more than enough for four people to hug, standing in the courtyard, with its crown and leaves drooping.

Behind the old tree is the Buddhist hall, and when you get closer, there will be a touch of sandalwood scattered in the air.

In the hall, the incense of Zen is curling up, and the green smoke is lingering.

Lu Jia walked over slowly and stood outside the door, "Master Mingxin, my servant Meng Yunsheng, I'm sorry for disturbing you."

The original owner was very familiar with this name in his memory, and even had some respect.

When he was a child, he suffered from a serious illness, high fever persisted, and medicine stones were ineffective. It was this mage who brought him back to life.

Ming Xin knelt on the futon, did not open her eyes, but stopped to chant sutras, "The benefactor came from a long way and is weak. Come and sit down. There is a letter from your father on the table, please take a look first."

Lu Jia went in and picked up the letter, all in traditional characters.

I don't know a single word.I had to ask for help in my mind, "Is Xiao Qi there?"

The system asked, "Yes, Mr. Lu. Any questions?"

"I don't know the words."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, it was my mistake, and I will convert it for you."

Lu Jia's eyes flickered, and when he opened his eyes again, every word turned into the simplified characters he knew.

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