dali city
the palace
The noon sun hangs at the highest point in the south, but it is not as hot as the flames. In the shade of the tree-lined Dali City Palace, there are no lazy little eunuchs in the past, nor those The figures of soldiers of the imperial army and Ouchi guards, because they were all busy fleeing for their lives.
The moment the news of the city's destruction reached the palace, everyone went crazy. The panicked people started running outside without even thinking about changing their clothes, as if not running would be a dead end. Before running away, the greedy man went to various palaces to collect some valuable objects and stuffed them into his bosom, hoping that these objects would bring some help to his future life. Reasonable people returned to the room and waited quietly for that moment, because they knew that they could not be slaughtered.
The corridor was in a mess, a slender figure walked slowly, no matter how bright the sun was, it couldn't take away the loneliness and depression of his back, the scenery was still so beautiful, but he was so sad.
Murong Changlan, Crown Prince of Yan Kingdom, was walking with a blank expression. He saw a horizontal knife abandoned by someone on the ground and leaned over to pick it up. Then he seemed to have made a decision, turned around, and walked towards the place where the spirit tablets of ancestors were enshrined. hall. There are many ranks in the hall, which are the spiritual seats of the emperors of the Great Shang Kingdom.
His Royal Highness did not know that these people had no blood relationship with him at all.
The tip of the horizontal knife slid across the ground, and the sound was very ear-piercing.
Murong Changlan stopped at the entrance of the main hall, and looked back at the palace that he was most familiar with. The meanings in his eyes were very complicated, including sadness, nostalgia, reluctance, and determination. He carefully looked at everything he could see, then walked into the main hall and knelt down in front of the spirit tablets.
"The ancestors, the ancestors..."
Murong Changlan knelt down and kowtowed his head: "Decades ago, the army of the Sui people broke through Yongzhou, the great merchants destroyed the country, and the father escaped through all kinds of hardships and re-established the country in Dali City. I understand the helplessness of the father at that time, in order to continue the great business, he had to bow his knees to the enemy country, and even regarded himself as the emperor, all these humiliations were just to keep the Murong family's bloodline alive."
"Father has done well enough, but he was born at an untimely time. Dayan's domestic and foreign troubles, ministers are not ministers, people are not people, so that the emperor is not king. Father has always wanted to revive the glory of the Murong family, and endure humiliation to develop national power I know that I have tried my best, but it is difficult to make a difference in such an era. The Murong family's royal bloodline may end today. It is because I am unfilial, that I have reached the weak crown but did not add a child to the Murong family, but... also It is precisely because of this that my son doesn't have to make any cruel choices today."
"My father abandoned me, but I don't blame him."
Murong Changlan sat up straight, looked at the spiritual positions above and said calmly, "Father's cultivation is astonishing. If you escape alone, you still have a chance to go out. If you take me with you, you will inevitably be dragged down. As long as Father can If you go out, you should be able to make a comeback in the future."
"Since father is gone, someone from the Murong family must be responsible for today's national destruction. Let me do it."
Murong Changlan kowtowed again: "I have dreamed of revitalizing the Great Yan since I was a child, so I don't like literature but love martial arts. I always think that one day I will be able to raise troops to the north to restore the rivers and mountains, and to promote the former glory of my Murong family. I have ambitions to rise to the top, but I don't have the opportunity to display my ambitions, twenty years have passed by, and it is my regret that I cannot shed blood for the prosperity of the Murong family."
"My son, I have three major hatreds. The first hates that the enemy country is too strong and Dayan is weak. The second hates the courtiers who are separated from each other. The third hates myself for being weak and embarrassing to take on the responsibility."
He raised his head and said slowly: "If the ancestors and ancestors have spirits, please protect the father from this catastrophe. On the day of the country's collapse, the soldiers outside are still bleeding for the Murong family. As a man of the Murong family, I dare not Forget it. I only hope that in the next life, I will go back to Murong's house, raise 100,000 soldiers, and break through Chang'an."
He kowtowed for the third time, then grabbed the horizontal knife on the ground, and pointed the tip of the knife at his heart: "The country is destroyed, and the people perish."
After saying these four words, he stabbed the horizontal knife into his heart.
At the moment when he fell limply, a downcast figure landed outside the hall, just in time to see Murong Changlan's body falling down.
"No!"
The man let out a miserable cry, then knelt down softly: "Lan'er... I should have told you a long time ago that you are not a descendant of the Murong family, and you have nothing to do with these people. This throne has lied to everyone including myself and you, if I had told you all this earlier, you would not have done such a stupid thing!"
"Lan'er, why are you so stupid! You die in front of these people's spiritual seats, they will only laugh!"
Murong, the emperor of Yan Kingdom, wailed shamelessly and fell to the ground, so why did he care about the bright clothes
"I was wrong for my father!"
He fell to the ground and cried loudly: "It's wrong! As a father, you shouldn't escape alone. If I took you with me, you wouldn't do this. I hate it!"
He struggled to stand up, stumbled into the hall, glanced at the young body on the ground, and burst into tears. He walked to the side of Murong Changlan's body, leaned over and picked him up, then walked outside the hall. When he walked to the door, he turned around and flicked his sleeves, a wave of internal energy swept over, and the enshrined spiritual tablets were blown to pieces.
"I've pretended enough, you people don't have to laugh at me, I stole your Murong family's country, and now I just give it back to you."
Holding his son's body, he walked towards the main hall step by step.
"Lan'er, your surname is not Murong, your surname is Chen."
He said as he walked, "My father is not called Murong shame, but Chen Yandong. The ancestral land of our Chen family is no longer Peicheng, but in a small village two hundred miles south of Yongzhou. You belong to the Chen family, not the Murong family." .”
He walked all the way and said, tears wet his front. After walking to the entrance of the main hall of the imperial palace, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then smiled sadly: "Lan'er, if you are dead, what's the point of escaping alive for your father? I guard this country for you. Now, This country has nothing to do with us."
He put Murong Changlan's body on the dragon chair, then went out, and came back after a while, holding a big vat in one hand, it was old wine stored in the imperial dining room, with a strong and fragrant smell. Murong shame smashed the wine jar and spilled the old wine around.
Overthrowing the crane lantern in the hall, the fire quickly spread and burned up along the curtain.
He sat on the dragon chair next to Murong Changlan, watching the flames rise gradually.
"Actually, it's not that my father has never thought about taking you away from the palace to become a farmer, and giving you some farming skills instead of the emperor's way. Speaking of which, even my father has not yet understood what is the emperor's way. For my father I know, as long as you are given time, after you inherit the throne, you will definitely make the Great Yan Kingdom unrivaled. My father always believed that you would become a wise king... Unfortunately, my father failed to protect you until that day."
"It turns out... how you get it, you will lose it."
Murong shame curled up on the dragon chair and slowly closed his eyes: "Decades of wealth and splendor are nothing but emptiness. I have gained so much, so I have lost so much. People of the Murong family, come back when I go down." Ask me to reason, there is no Great Yan Kingdom in this world anymore, in fact, there has been no Great Merchants long ago."
flames
The main hall was engulfed by a sea of flames.
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Wei Mansi
Fang Jie patted the white lion's forehead to make it stand on the ground, then stepped into the temple gate. Speaking of which, this is the first Buddhist land that Fang Jie stepped into. When taking refuge in Dali City, the Great Monk Cuiji met him several times, and at that time, Fang Jie's understanding of the Buddhist sect was all from the monks in the Weiman Temple rather than the Dalun Temple in the Western Regions.
Now, Fang Jie's impression of Buddhism in his heart has completely changed, except for these people in the monastery who have not changed.
Fang Jie now also believes that if the Buddhist rules of the Western Regions are followed, then the monks in the Weiman Temple are rebellious. If we follow the rules established by the first generation abbot master in Weiman Temple, then the current monks can be called fake monks... This is all because there is a great monk in Weiman Temple who went so far as to be a maverick and become a monk. In the world of mortals.
When Fang Jie walked into the gate of the temple, two young monks in gray clothes were arguing at the gate, and there was no fear of the city being destroyed at all.
"The abbot said that if we meet a woman we like, we are allowed to go back to vulgarity and go back to have children. Now I have a crush on the granddaughter of the Chen family in the alley. Why do you say that I have broken the rules and regulations?"
A young monk said solemnly, he looked about seven or eight years old, pinched his waist, and looked like the truth was in me. Another young monk is five or six years old, and his articulateness is still a little bit dull: "The abbot said that he likes her eyes, and he means that she likes her eyes and she likes you too. Now it's you who like her eyes and she likes you before she sees you. You Why are you still vulgar?"
"Why do you say she doesn't like me?"
"Because she looks at me better."
The seven or eight-year-old monk froze for a moment, then cried: "Have you ever thought about me in this way? Can we still eat and sleep together and chant scriptures together?"
Seeing him crying, the six or seven-year-old monk panicked, and hurriedly stepped forward to wipe his tears: "The big deal... The big deal is that we ignore her. I think it's more important if we don't break up."
"Well, you keep your word, Lagou!"
Fang Xie couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, thinking that the Weibo Temple was still so shocking. He stopped and listened to the conversation between the two young monks, and his smile became brighter and brighter. The great monk mistakenly came out, saw Fang Jie standing there, shook his head and sighed: "Turn the two of them apart, that little girl's bright eyes and bright teeth are actually defeated by the man... Sigh!"
Fang Jie laughed loudly, clasped his fists as he walked, and said, "I have seen the Great Monk, thank you Great Monk."
"no need thank me?"
The great monk asked himself.
Fang Jie smiled and said, "Forgot, just remember to thank you."
The great monk mistakenly nodded: "It's good to forget, it's not good to remember."
Knowing what he meant, Fang Jie stepped up the steps and asked, "Is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the temple still so delicious?"
The great monk mistakenly shook his head: "The one who made the sweet-scented osmanthus cake returned to vulgarity ten years ago and went home."
"Why?"
Fang asked.
The great monk mistakenly said helplessly: "Because I was sitting at the door and crying. It's so pitiful that such a good person has no offspring. He looked scared and ran away that night. Alas, didn't I cry once or twice , why is he so indifferent?"
People who cry have already seen it away, but people who cry when they see others can't see it.
"A great monk has great wisdom."
Fang Jie praised.
"What did you say you were here for?"
The great monk asked himself.
"Come and thank you."
"He came empty-handed?"
"Uh... I came in a hurry, and I forgot to prepare gifts. Next time, I will bring some good gifts next time."
"Come on, see off the guests!"