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

Chapter 27 Doesn’t belong to this era

Lu Qingyu wanted to raise her hand several times and pat Mingkong's shoulder to comfort him, but in the end she just sat there without moving.

Mingkong's condition was not very good, and only by crying could he gradually release this emotion.

Mingkong cried for a long time until his eyes turned bloodshot and his tears dried up, then he slowly calmed down.

Maybe because he cried for too long, Mingkong's voice became a little hoarse, "Sorry, I'm a little emotional, sorry for making fun of me."

Lu Qingyu shook her head gently. "No, I should be the one thanking you on behalf of my grandmother. Not many people are truly sad for my grandmother's death."

She still remembered the hypocritical tears, the flattering words, and the gloating revealed in the words of the dignitaries at her grandmother's funeral.

This is true even for my grandmother's brothers and nephews from her mother's side.

Those people seemed to be rejoicing that their grandmother had finally died.

Lu Qingyu raised her eyes and looked at Mingkong. The boy looked sad and numb at this moment. He had a childish face, but his deep brown eyes contained overwhelming sadness.

A kind of sadness that does not belong to his age.

Meeting those eyes, Lu Qingyu's heart couldn't help but ache a little. She almost subconsciously asked, "Master Mingkong, how old are you?"

Mingkong pulled the corner of his mouth and revealed a lonely smile, "Me. Sixty-seven."

Although he was mentally prepared, Lu Qingyu was still shocked.

Mingkong glanced at Lu Qingyu who was hesitant to speak, and chuckled, "I know what you want to ask. That's right, my appearance has been forever frozen at the age of fourteen, and I have also been trapped forever in Xuantian Temple, this cursed place."

"Your grandmother and I were childhood sweethearts and were about to get married, but something happened. I am trapped here, and your grandmother was forced by the family to marry the old Duke of Zhenguo."

Mingkong picked up the golden hairpin on the table, his eyes full of nostalgia and sadness immersed in memories, "This hairpin is my wedding gift to Ah Yun."

Lu Qingyu listened in silence, with a mixture of emotions in his heart.

It turned out to be the case.

She had never heard her grandmother mention these past events, but she would occasionally see her grandmother staring into the distant sky in a daze.

At that time, would grandma be thinking about Mingkong?

However, there are still many questions that have not been answered.

Lu Qingyu pondered for a moment, and his strong curiosity prevailed. "Master Mingkong, can you explain to me why your appearance stopped growing and why you are trapped here?"

This time Mingkong remained silent.

After a long time, Mingkong sighed and said, "Because I did something I shouldn't have done, this is my retribution."

He really wanted to tell the girl in front of him that his name was not Mingkong, but Meng Huaian, a Chinese scientist from another time and space, who invented the forbidden reagent.

He does not belong to this era.

But how could he explain it?
When they first came to this era, he and A'yun were full of ambitions, determined to become the saviors of this feudal and backward era and to be a time traveler who would create a historical precedent.

But gradually, he understood.

The power of an individual is very small and even vulnerable in the face of the torrent of the times.

This is not an era of warmth, love and equality for all, but a cannibalistic feudal dynasty.

A'yun became a bargaining chip in the family's political marriage.

And he was trapped in Xuantian Temple forever.

He couldn't tell Lu Qingyu about these things. There was a gap between them in terms of time and concepts. Lu Qingyu looked at the boy in front of him, his expression changed several times, and finally fell silent. It seemed that he had a lot to say, but for some reason he couldn't say it.

Lu Qingyu didn't know how to continue asking, so she could only change the subject.

"I heard that Xuantian Temple is closed for three months every ten years. What's the reason for this?"

This time Mingkong didn't hesitate much, "How about you follow me to watch tomorrow's holy sacrifice?"

Lu Qingyu was a little surprised. Mingkong meant that she could stay until tomorrow?

"Holy Sacrifice?"

"That's right. Xuantian Temple holds a holy sacrifice every ten years. As for what it is, you will know tomorrow. How about it? Are you interested in taking a look?"

"It's my honor." Lu Qingyu smiled brightly.

“By the way, I heard that you were going to treat Fahui?” Mingkong asked.

Lu Qingyu nodded.

"Then remember to ask him for something called a compound crossbow as a reward. I gave it to him a few years ago. You will face many dangers when you go out, and the compound crossbow will be able to help you. This can be considered as a welcome gift from me to you."

Compound crossbow?
Lu Qingyu has heard of bows and crossbows, but what does a compound crossbow mean?
But she still nodded, "Thank you, Master Mingkong."

"Don't call me Master, just call me Mingkong." Mingkong held his forehead with his hand. He really couldn't stand being called Master every day.

Back then, he was an academician at least, but now he is called a master every day, as if he is some kind of old fortune teller who is cheating people.

Lu Qingyu was silent for a moment, "Okay, Mingkong."

"Then go and treat Fahui. I won't keep you any longer. Can I keep this hairpin?" Mingkong gently stroked the golden hairpin with a hint of pleading in his tone.

Lu Qingyu nodded slightly. She couldn't bear to see Mingkong unable to get even the last relic of his grandmother.

Let me go and ask for forgiveness from the Queen Mother.

After coming out of Mingkong's room, Lu Qingyu saw Abbot Xuanyun who had been waiting outside.

"Abbot Xuanyun, please send me to Master Fahui's residence."

Abbot Xuanyun first chanted the Dharma name loudly, and then asked casually, "Princess Jing, I wonder if Master Mingkong has given any instructions on how to deal with Wangchen."

Lu Qingyu raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Does Abbot Xuanyun mean that he has already determined that Abbot Wangchen is guilty?"

"I have sent people to check the tea that Wangchen gave to Fahui. After confirmation, it is indeed Jueyin grass. But..." Xuanyun paused, "Wangchen is the second abbot of Xuantian Temple after all. If we want to deal with him, should we seek the opinion of Master Mingkong?"

Mingkong's voice came from inside the room, "Since Wangchen has harmed his fellow disciples, his Dharma name should be stripped from him and he should be handed over to the Ministry of Justice for punishment."

Xuanyun bowed towards the house and said, "I will follow Master Mingkong's instructions."

Mingkong's handling of Wangchen was simple and straightforward, without any delay. Lu Qingyu couldn't help but look at Mingkong with a higher opinion of him.

Although he is a monk, he can be decisive in killing, which is very rare.

While following Xuanyun, Lu Qingyu was still looking around aimlessly. Just in a moment of distraction, he saw a familiar figure.

The man was wearing a moon-white brocade robe with cloud patterns, a pair of ink-black cloud-climbing boots, and a pure silver wolf-head mask on his face. There was a murderous aura in his every move.

This outfit
Lu Qingyu pressed his throbbing temple tightly.

The man in my dream!!

(End of this chapter)