The scumbag wiped out my entire family, I was reborn to marry the villain prince

Chapter 26 The Master is Still a Boy
Monk Fahui was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly, "Thank you, Princess Jing. I am very grateful."

When the monks who were watching saw that there was nothing exciting to watch, they all scattered like birds and beasts. Only Abbot Wangchen looked at Lu Qingyu deeply before leaving, then snorted coldly and walked away.

Lu Qingyu followed Abbot Xuanyun through walls and courtyards. After entering the so-called restricted inner hall, she discovered some unusual marks.

There were some very strange symbols on many walls that Lu Qingyu had never seen before.

The deeper you go, the more symbols you see, until in the end you see an entire wall covered with these strange symbols.

Lu Qingyu became even more curious about Xuantian Temple. What kind of place is it?
Not only is it independent of the imperial power, but it also has such a strange symbol. Why is it closed for three months every ten years?
While thinking, Lu Qingyu had already followed Abbot Xuanyun to a quiet courtyard.

Pushing open the door, Xuanyun said gently, "Princess Jing, Master Mingkong is waiting for you inside."

Lu Qingyu nodded slightly, walked into the house, and the door was gently closed behind him.

The room was not big and the overall layout was simple, except for some objects on the table that Lu Qingyu had never seen before.

However, Lu Qingyu's gaze soon shifted away from those rare objects because she saw a young face that she had never expected.

Young and a little bit unreasonable.

He was a childish boy, probably about thirteen or fourteen years old, and looked very well behaved, with long, curly eyelashes on his eyelids, which made him look even more adorable.

The boy was writing something with his head down. The glass lamp on the table emitted a warm yellow glow, which contrasted with the sunlight slanting in from the window, casting a shadow of the window frame on his calm face.

"You're here, please sit down." The boy didn't look up and continued writing at his desk.

Lu Qingyu could only sit on the chair opposite the boy. She wanted to speak several times, but seeing the boy's serious expression, she was too embarrassed to interrupt.

She glanced over from the corner of her eye and saw that what the boy wrote was very similar to the strange symbols on the walls of the inner hall. Lu Qingyu's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch.

A full cup of tea passed before the boy stretched and put down his writing.

He raised his eyes and smiled, revealing two pointed little fangs.

"Lu Qingyu, nice to meet you." The boy stretched out his right hand.

Lu Qingyu was slightly stunned.

Reach out, what does this mean?
Seeing Lu Qingyu's confused expression, the boy withdrew his hand awkwardly and touched his nose.

"Oh, sorry, this is our first meeting. Let me introduce myself. My name is Mingkong."

Lu Qingyu's pupils shrank slightly. The boy in front of him was indeed Master Mingkong.

Master? Boy?
Is this a bit too far-fetched?
However, it seems that no one has actually seen what Master Mingkong looks like. If you look at it this way, it does make sense.

Mingkong smiled bitterly, "I know, you probably think Master Mingkong is a white-haired old man, and you might even think I'm a fake. But, I am indeed Mingkong."

Lu Qingyu digested the shock in his heart, then smiled and said, "Master Mingkong, you are joking. I am just a little surprised and dare not doubt Master Mingkong's identity."

Mingkong supported his chin with one hand and smiled slightly, "It doesn't matter. You came here today because you need my help, right?"

Lu Qingyu's eyebrows twitched again. This was the first time since her rebirth that she felt she was seen through.

But Lu Qingyu soon calmed down. She took out the golden hairpin given by the Queen Mother from her bosom and handed it to Mingkong across the table. "I do have a favor to ask of you."

Mingkong's pupils suddenly dilated when he came into contact with the golden hairpin, and his young face froze instantly. An extremely complex emotion lingered in the boy's eyes.

At that moment, Lu Qingyu even felt that there was actually a vicissitudes of life soul living in this boy's body.

After all, if I can be reborn, what else is impossible to happen?
After holding the golden hairpin and looking at it for a long time, Mingkong let out a breath and said, "Tell me what's the matter."

Although Lu Qingyu really wanted to know the source of Mingkong's emotion, business was more important.

She cleared her throat, "I wonder if Master Mingkong can spread the word that King Jing and I are not compatible in fate. If we don't get divorced, I'm afraid it will endanger King Jing's life."

Mingkong was stunned for a moment, "Are you planning to divorce King Jing?"

"Yes."

After thinking about it for a while, Mingkong agreed very readily, "Okay, but you need to give me a few days, and I will help you make this lie more perfect."

Although she was mentally prepared, Lu Qingyu was still surprised that Mingkong agreed so easily.

Mingkong suddenly lowered his head in a somewhat coy manner, and his voice became a little softer. "Well, how is your grandmother doing recently? Is she doing well? Is she still suffering from insomnia?"

When Lu Qingyu mentioned her grandmother, she felt her breathing stagnate slightly and her eyes turned red uncontrollably.

With his fingers tightly grasping the corner of his clothes, Lu Qingyu tried to sound calmer, "Grandmother passed away a year ago, and there is no trace of her body left."

With a bang, the teacup in Mingkong's hand fell to the ground and broke into countless pieces.

The boy stood up from his chair, his cat-like eyes widened, and red bloodshot almost covered the whites of his eyes in an instant.

His fingers were tightly gripping the table, his knuckles turning blue from the excessive force. "How did your grandmother die?"

Lu Qingyu closed his eyes slightly. "A year ago, my grandmother went to Yaowang Valley to collect herbs, but she didn't come back after a day. We sent people to look for her, and on a hilltop in Yaowang Valley, we saw her bloodstained clothes, and..."

Lu Qingyu gritted her teeth and tried to hold back her tears before continuing, "There are also some human flesh, tiger claw marks, and some tiger hair."

Mingkong's chest heaved violently, and he held on to the table tightly with both hands to prevent his shaky body from falling.

He suddenly raised his fist and smashed it hard on the solid wooden tabletop, causing blood to flow instantly.

For such a young child, he was surprisingly strong and a large dent appeared on the table.

"I am a waste. I am a waste." Mingkong's low voice was filled with deep grief, anger and self-loathing.

"I can only be trapped in this damn place, cursed, imprisoned, and I can't even protect her safety." Mingkong hugged his head in pain, his tears mixed with the blood flowing from his hands, blurring his vision.

Lu Qingyu could feel the intense pain and sadness bursting out from the boy.

But what he said made Lu Qingyu feel even more confused.

Trapped here?

Cursed?
Imprisoned?
What does this mean? Is it related to the once-in-a-decade closure of the temple?
(End of this chapter)