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In the early morning of October, the White Horse Temple is shrouded in hazy mist. There was a cool night rain last night, and the linden tree in the courtyard became more green and lush after being washed.
"Knock knock—"
Someone knocked on the red-lacquered bronze door.
Soon, a small, bald head popped out from behind.
The little novice monk in gray looked curiously at the man outside the threshold. He held himself seven feet high, with an extraordinary bearing, a pair of long and deep black eyes, and a slight smile on his lips, "Little monk, is Master Puhui here?"
It turned out to be a distinguished guest of the master.
The little novice's sight slipped to the birdcage in his hand, and there was a brightly colored parrot inside, which looked lively and cute. The little guy looked a little absent-minded, and when someone coughed, he blushed in embarrassment, and hurriedly welcomed the master's distinguished guest in.
Master Puhui is getting old. He read a sutra late last night and fell asleep at dawn. He has not woken up yet. The little novice quickly confessed his crime, and quickly went to wake the master to wake up.
The man was not annoyed, he stood calmly in the courtyard and looked at the magnolia tree.
It’s a pity that it’s not the right time. Summer is the season when magnolias are in full bloom. A bowl-sized sacred flower blooms out of layers of thick green. It’s crystal clear like snow, just like the majestic lotus seat of Sakyamuni Buddha. It’s fragrant and fragrant. Make people linger.
Not long after, Master Puhui appeared, wearing an ordinary brown monk's robe, twisting a string of faded beads in his hand, "Amitabha, I have kept you waiting for a long time."
The man chuckled, "The abbot don't want to bully Yan, now Juechen is just an ordinary commoner in green clothes and white body, and he can't bear the master's long wait."
Master Puhui is an old abbot who retired from his post. Ever since his lover's accident happened, he has been hit hard. He has no interest in worldly affairs. After choosing a new abbot, he has lived in seclusion. The old abbot also maintained a peaceful attitude.
Jing Cheng has brought the blame on himself, if he dies without repentance, he will be doomed long ago, so he can't blame others.
Master Puhui uttered the Buddha's chant, "Prosperity is ultimately a dream of the third watch, and wealth is still the same as Jiuyueshuang. The donor jumped out of the chess game, so why not a great fortune bestowed by the gods? How many of these mortal beings are chasing fame and fortune for their own sake?" Live by yourself? Why don’t you imitate my generation, with green hills and white stones as the coffin, and be a living dead in your leisure time.”
"Master's Dharma is boundless, he reached the pinnacle, I am amazed." Yan Juechen smiled slightly, "It's a pity that Yan is an ordinary person, and he has committed too many crimes, so he is doomed to miss Buddhism."
The old monk stopped talking and was silent for a long while before taking out a red book from his cuff.
This is a marriage letter, with Yan Guogong's birth date on it, and the woman's name is Miss Li.
The horoscopes are inconsistent, and the fortunes are in conflict.
Big bad.
Dasha.
Never die.
Yan Juechen took it without changing his expression.
Master Puhui moved his lips and turned into a sigh, "Sometimes there must be something in fate, marriage is destined, why should the benefactor force it?"
This should be a couple that shouldn't be married. Both of them have strong fortunes, and they both have the appearance of princes. Either the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind overwhelms the east wind. One party is destined to lose and become a vassal.
Moreover, the woman Fang Kefu.
The man was tall and tall, holding the red post between his fingers, and in an instant, the paper crumbled like snowflakes. He walked calmly as always, and said, "Since I, Yan Juechen, have entered the world, gods have blocked and killed gods, and demons have blocked and killed demons. Make way, how can this paper marriage book stop it?"
Even Master Puhui, as a Buddhist, couldn't help admiring this broad-minded man.
On that day, he wanted to marry Miss Li's family, so he sent the birthday horoscopes of the two families to the White Horse Temple.
The White Horse Temple did not dare to neglect the Duke of the State, and the eight eminent monks worked together to deduce it, and the result without exception was a very ominous omen.
When two evil spirits meet, one must die.
They carefully notified the result to the Grand Duke, who was boiling water and drinking tea in the main room, with a calm posture, he casually said, "Oh, that's it, let's put it in a more pleasant way, anyway, people always want to marry. "
Regarding the death robbery, he didn't take it to heart at all.
It was the first time for Master Puhui to see such a man. He had calculated Kefu's horoscope in the past, and those sons and brothers wished to pray to God and worship Buddha to break away from the woman, for fear that they would be overwhelmed to death by a bad marriage.
Yan Guogong went the opposite way, not only wanted to marry, but also had a good reputation. With half of the country as the betrothal, the woman became the most envied bride in the whole world.
Even though he stepped into the coffin with one foot, he could be regarded as a person who has experienced wind, frost, rain and snow, but to this day, Master Puhui still can't see through this man.
It is said that he is rich and noble, covering the sky with one hand, but in the most prosperous period, he retreated bravely and became a commoner.
It is said that he is insightful and savvy in calculations, but he has spent a lot of trouble marrying a wife whose fate is incompatible with his.
Now, he knows that his life is not long, but he can still talk and laugh happily, talking to him about the past like an old friend.
Can't see through.
I can't see through it.
Master Puhui called Amitabha again, and said, "This poor monk has a thousand-year-old ginseng..."
No one knows Duke Yan's body better than him. The other party is seriously ill. On the surface, he looks as strong as the sky, but in reality he has long been in decline.
The disease had been lurking in Duke Yan's blood a long time ago. It can be traced back to the initial founding period of Daqing. Duke Yan led the army to destroy a kingdom where witchcraft was prevalent. Infested with Gu poison, it has been silently dormant for more than ten years, and suddenly broke out one day.
That day happened to be the night when he returned home with Lin Lang Sanchao.
"No need. Yan has already done what needs to be done." Yan Juechen declined the abbot's kindness.
Die early and die late, you have to die, he doesn't care about the length of time.
However, it is always a pity.
I haven't been able to see how magnificent this world will be after a hundred years, and how magnificent the empress is in that world.
The little one is strong enough now that he no longer needs his protection.
Yan Guogong stroked his cuff with his fingertips, and couldn't help laughing.
She really deserves to be the woman Yan Juechen picked up, she has a big heart, a big courage, and a greater ability, so he doesn't need to worry about it at all.
When he first learned of his illness, Duke Yan knew that he would not live long, so he started to prepare for the funeral as soon as possible. What worries him the most is the newly married little lady, who has thin arms and legs, and has no strength to restrain a chicken. Duke Yan was worried that she would be easily bullied if she was a widow, so he planned to pick out a scheming girl from her mother's family and bring her into the Yan family's family, so that she could encourage her in the future.
Of course, fearing that Lin Lang would not be able to overwhelm her, he would train her well in advance and serve her mistress in the name of a concubine.
It's just that I didn't expect that the little lady was so jealous that she knocked over several jars of jealousy. Duke Yan couldn't laugh or cry, so he could only stop thinking about taking concubines.
After all, everything he did was for her, and if he offended the righteous master, it would be his fault as a husband.
Yan Guogong is really reluctant to let his delicate and soft little lady be a widow for him. He is dead, but the living must continue to live, thinking that she will hold a cold tablet for the rest of her life and cry. Yes, it will hurt too.
The world attaches great importance to a woman's chastity, but Duke Yan doesn't care. Since she can live a better life, why not let her pursue a more wanton life
Originally, Yan Guogong wanted to find a reliable man for his wife. This man must have a certain status, power and wealth, so that she will be well-fed and well-clothed for half of her life so that she will not suffer a little bit.
However, unexpectedly, Duke Yan discovered his son's possessiveness towards his wife.
He was going to kill that little brat that day.
But after thinking about it, he has raised this little brat for eighteen years, and he is very clear about his advantages and disadvantages as an old man. Except for his hot temper, stubborn temper, and vindictiveness, he actually doesn't know anything about women's sex, and he is as clean as a piece of white paper.
In a certain way, this little bastard is the easiest to admit to death. Once he decides on someone or something, he will definitely fight to the end and never let go.
Duke Yan thought about it and made an incredible decision.
If this kid is capable and courageous, it would be a good way out. It's just that it is an ethical code before the two of them, and this level is not easy to pass. But Yan Guogong always believed that it was a matter of course for a man to protect a woman. If he couldn't even settle this trivial matter, he would never even think about marrying a wife in this life.
With some kind of secret idea in mind, Duke Yan began to train Yan Zhaolie. Under his command, even a dead salted fish had to be turned into a carp for him to leap over the dragon gate.
And at this stall, Lin Lang got involved with the eminent monk of the White Horse Temple.
After all, Lord Yan is not a young man like Yan Zhaolie, and he really thought that Lin Lang fell in love with that young virtuous man. He thought for a while, guessing her intentions from his wife's words and deeds and the consequences of the incident.
Jing Cheng is just a guide/fire/cable, what she really wants is to attack the White Horse Temple.
The White Horse Temple is a Buddhist temple, so if you don't care about worldly affairs, why does it bother her? Duke Yan recalled the alms-giving incident at the White Horse Temple again, and the people's trust in the monks had reached a level of piety that was almost terrifying, threatening the imperial power faintly.
At that moment, what Duke Yan recalled was the scene of meeting his wife for the first time.
He still remembered her saying, "Lin Lang originally wanted to be the empress. Since she can't touch the Jade Seal of the Chuan Kingdom, she doesn't want anything else."
It turned out that she had made clear her ambition early on.
What she set her eyes on was never the wife of the Duke's Mansion, or even the position of the Crown Princess.
What she wants is to be the heroine of the world, and what she wants is to be rich in the world.
What I want is the whole world, could it be the king's land.
Even if it was such a big rebellion, Duke Yan condoned it. He turned one eye and closed the other, playing the role of an angry husband, following her wishes, single-handedly picked out the big Buddha in the White Horse Temple, and dragged the emperor and the princess into the water together, making the chess game even more chaotic.
He naturally knew about Beidi's disappearance, so he was calmer than his son's panic. With her help, the Daqing Northern Expedition quelled the enemy's chaos and laid the foundation for a prosperous and peaceful future.
He plays chess with the world, and she plays chess with her own heart.
The methods are different, but they all lead to the same goal.
So, they are a match made in heaven.
She knows how powerful he is, and he understands her ambition.
If he hadn't been injured, and if he still had time, Duke Yan would not have delegated power easily.
Surrender, how can there be beautiful scenery side by side.
But alas, his time is numbered.
Some things are irrelevant.
So let's do it this way, be her stepping stone at the end, and get out quickly after the goal is achieved.
No matter how the spring and autumn history books behind him comment, as long as he has no regrets in this life, he will be fine.
"Master, the Empress Parade is about to begin!"
The little novice ran over panting, blushing, "Brother Abbot is going to the bell tower to ring the bell! I want you to go up and preside over it!"
Master Puhui looked at the man beside him.
"It's rare to come, so let's go together." Yan Juechen nodded gently.
The bell tower of Baima Temple is large in scale, with three-story eaves. The dark green glazed tiles reflect the streamer in the new sunlight. This square clock tower was just renovated a month ago, and it was the empress' will to let the thousand-year-old clock, in a brand new state, ring the first sound of proclaiming emperor for her.
Yan Juechen followed Master Puhui up to the tall bell tower. When the young abbot saw him, he showed a look of embarrassment and hurriedly saluted him.
For a long time, Duke Yan was the god of Daqing, enshrined in the hearts of all living beings, even if he is reduced to Tsing Yi now, the monks dare not neglect him in the slightest.
Yan Juechen tucked one hand in his wide sleeve and held the birdcage in the other. He looked like a wealthy and idle person, and said with a smile, "Yan is here to watch, masters don't have to worry about it, just do whatever you want."
As soon as the words fell, there was a commotion from the outside.
The flags are flying, and the canopy is shining brightly.
Empress Yuren has six steeds leading the way, the sun, moon, five stars, and twenty-eight constellations are embroidered on the flag, and colorful tassels flutter in the wind. The azure-colored jade ren followed the famous general from left to right, and behind him was Prime Minister Yan, who was dressed in gorgeous and majestic clothes, and the princes and marquises of the Manchu Dynasty marched slowly under his leadership.
There are eighty-one chariots, accompanied by thousands of people.
The momentum is huge and the weather is majestic.
Duke Yan looked at it for a while, and then suddenly said, "Master, Yan has an unfeeling request. Can Yan do the first eighteen of the one hundred and eight rings?"
"this… "
Master Puhui looked at his disciple in blank dismay, and finally agreed to him.
"Boom—"
The bell tower of the White Horse Temple sent out the first congratulations to the new emperor.
Deep and long, echoing under the blue sky.
Your Majesty congratulates—
For thousands of years, prosperity is always blazing!
In your name, pass it on to the world.
Since then, it has become a masterpiece.
After the eighteenth sound, Yan Juechen withdrew his arm from the bell and pestle, lifted the birdcage on the ground, and walked quickly to the vermilion railing of the bell tower.
The parrot seemed to have been stunned by the majestic sound of the bell just now, and stood on the jade hook in a daze.
Yan Guogong looked funny, and stretched out a finger to tease it, "Fat Cai, take a look below, your master has proclaimed himself emperor, as a little follower, don't you have anything to say? Do you still want to hug your thigh? "
Fei Cai seemed to understand, fluttering his feathers and screaming in a high-pitched voice.
"Miss wishful! Miss auspicious! Miss did a good job—"
Yan Guogong's eyes fell on the jade scorpion, he couldn't see the eyebrows clearly, in this last side. He said slowly, "Fat Cai, don't be lazy, it's time for you to change your tune, now it's Long live Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty, all pieces, all pieces—"
Fat money follows good fortune.
"Long live Your Majesty, long live." He chewed on these words, overflowing with subtle and profound feelings.
Long live, long live you indeed.
Thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains are safe and secure, and life is boundless.
Every year, every year, there are flowers to enjoy, wine to warm, and someone to wear clothes for you.
Yan Juechen didn't continue to follow, he just stood quietly on top of the bell tower, quietly watching the emperor's guard of honor go away.
There are only two or three pedestrians left on the ground with golden and red cannon coats.
He opened the birdcage and let the parrot flutter away, while he put on a common people's bamboo hat and headed south.
In July, the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is in full bloom, and it is the lively season of picking lotus.
Someone spent a lot of money and bought a small black awning boat from the boatman.
The boatman saw that his employer was handsome and stately, not like an ordinary young man, so he asked timidly, "Is the guest from the capital?"
The other party smiled gently.
The distinguished guest from the north didn't have the slightest pretensions, the boatman let go of his apprehension, and began to chat enthusiastically with him, even asking his name.
"The name..."
There was a trace in the man's eyes, "It's just an unknown junior. If the old man insists on being serious, just call me Yan Li."
The boatman was overjoyed and gave him a thumbs up, "Master, your name is really handsome. Li is the surname of the country, and the word Yan is the name taboo of the prime ministers of the two dynasties. You are rich and well-connected. The old man thinks that you will have great luck this year!"
"According to the old man's auspicious words."
The man laughed again, accompanied by a few coughs, which he covered tightly with a handkerchief.
A bright red bloomed on the snow, and the owner quietly hid it in his sleeve.
"How's it going in the capital?" The boatman slapped his lips, "Isn't the beams plated with gold and the pillars painted red, it's very grand and luxurious—"
The man Youyou added, "Not only that, the girls in the Northland are very beautiful."
The old man was cheerful, "So, the young master's sweetheart is also there?"
His eyes were smudged with the lake and mountains.
There was a gentle and affectionate "hmm".
He said softly, "Yes, always."
That's why I especially prefer the northern land where there are no blue lotus in the south of the Yangtze River.
After a few chats with the old boatman, the man wanted to arrive at a brand-new black-covered boat. He declined the enthusiastic guidance of the boatman. Into the depths of the layer upon layer of green lotus sea.
The boatman was amazed when he saw the god-like figure descending from the earth.
If it wasn't for Niu'er who was only five years old this year, if it wasn't for that young master having a sweetheart, he would have wanted to have a kiss with her.
The boat was rippling in the water until the clear light sprinkled on the pitch-black canopy.
He sleeps on the dream of clouds and water full of boats, and looks at the galaxy flowing in the sky from afar. There is silence all around, the lotus leaf branches are graceful and graceful, and the beautiful shadows are cut out in the backlight, holding the tender green lotus pod, and the faint sweetness floats into the boat of the foreign traveler.
As if seeing something, the man's eyes gradually slackened, and a smile of incomparable softness and incomparable joy welled up.
That silly appearance, like a young boy in love after school, across the winding corridors, amidst the ridicule of his companions, after all the hardships, he finally saw his lover, who was late with a shy and blushing face, He was also nervous and overwhelmed, with sweaty palms.
But fortunately, it finally came.
"Ma'am, are you here to pick up my husband?"
Those hands grabbed a few times in the void, and finally fell down powerlessly.
The rest of my life is over.
Since then, there is no one else in the long dream.