Spoon asked, "Why did you kill him? And the rest of the town?"
"Killing is just paying for life. They all killed, but the Yamen didn't care about it and let them run free. Epiphyllum can spy on people's ugliness, and make them repent until they die on their own. People who have not committed great evils will not have to worry about their lives. The monk was silent for a moment before he said, "I am originally the national teacher of the Yin Kingdom, and I have always taken it as my duty to influence the royal family and save the world. It's just that one day, the prince of the Yin Kingdom took thirty-seven lives for no reason, but he dared not control the law." What good is the law when the heart desires evil."
"If there is no law, the world will be more chaotic." The scholar shook his head, but saw that the monk was silent, and his eyes were on the epiphyllum on the table.
The epiphyllum is still pure white and flawless before it blooms, but when it is in full bloom, it is like blood rouge, coquettish and captivating.
In a daze, the scholar and Shaozi heard a melodious voice, as if someone was chanting scriptures, or someone was singing. There seemed to be flowers blooming under their feet, bright red, and when they looked up, it was the sun shining brightly.
"It's a monk's dream."
The scholar whispered, and the spoon was staring at the palace hall. A monk with delicate features was wearing cassock and standing at the door with a Zen stick. , Your Majesty orders you to go there as soon as possible."
Shao Zi was surprised that this down-and-out monk had really been a national teacher.
The monks are still chanting the scriptures they don't understand in a low voice, and they are in their own dreams, but the state of mind back then has already left a deep imprint on their hearts. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at his young and vigorous self, only to see "he" nodded to Qingqing, the court lady who took care of his daily life, and strode towards the Golden Crane Garden.
As soon as he stepped into the vermilion gate, he could feel the spookiness of the courtyard, but he couldn't see it. Although his magic power is high, he doesn't have the master's ability to reach the heavens, but it is enough. With a soft drink, he lifts his staff and escapes into the ground. Na Duo La Ye Ye, Nan Wu Ah Ye Ye" over and over again, even though others could not understand, they felt that the agitation in their hearts was gradually eliminated, and they became as calm as a pond.
The people in the room suddenly screamed fiercely, and a man was so startled that he shouted "Who is making trouble, what about the guards?" The guards looked at each other outside, wondering if they should drive the national teacher away. There was another shrill sound from inside, and the guard was sweating, so he drew his sword and stepped forward, "Please ask the national teacher to leave."
Qingqing stopped in front and said: "Whenever evildoers make troubles, the national teachers do the same, how dare you disrespect?"
All the guards showed embarrassment: "It's just your majesty..."
"Ah Lam Buddha relic..."
The thin lips parted and closed slightly, and the voice came into the inner room, and the emperor finally staggered out of the room, his face pale: "Monster, monster!"
The guards hurriedly protected him, when a gust of wind suddenly blew, making everyone tremble.
The stern sound spread throughout the palace, he gave a soft drink, and the Buddha's mantra stopped suddenly, as if covered by a golden bell, the sound was included in the golden circle of light, and it became smaller and smaller until he retracted his hand, and the strange sound could no longer be heard.
The emperor had already left under the escort of the guards. He put the ball of light in his sleeve, raised the Zen stick, turned around and saw the girl in the blue palace dress, and asked, "Why don't you leave, aren't you afraid of demons?"
With a little fright in her eyes, Qingqing replied: "Qingqing is serving the adults, if there are monsters and run away, that's incompetent."
There is a slight smile on the delicate face, like a white lotus emerging from the mud, free from blemishes, it is a rare seedling.
He returned to the room, bathed and washed his body, and felt that he could wash away all the dust every time. When he came out of the shower, the palace people outside were already standing in the corridor, holding all kinds of valuables and bowing in unison. The eunuch said: "The national teacher has meritorious service in eliminating demons, and these are all rewards from the Holy One."
Qingqing stepped forward and led the palace servants to bring the things into the house. He said: "The virtuous man is infested by monsters, he needs to take good care of his body, he can't see beasts, not even birds, please pay attention to your father-in-law."
The eunuch smiled at the corner of his mouth: "There is no need to do what the National Teacher said."
He asked strangely, "Why?"
The eunuch replied: "The Holy Majesty has decreed that the virtuous man should be put to death."
He was surprised: "Why is this?"
"The hearts of the nobles are not pure, and they are contaminated with monsters, which is considered ominous. After death, they will burn their bodies and scatter their ashes in the river outside. At that time, they will have to trouble the national teacher to do a ritual ceremony."
He was stunned for a moment: "But this has nothing to do with noble people, that monster will do the same to anyone. Now that the monster has been eliminated, why put this crime on her head, isn't this nonsense?"
The eunuch quickly motioned to him and said softly: "It's impossible to say that. In fact, even if she is not sentenced to death, but after this incident, can she still be favored by the Holy One? Of course it is impossible. Without the favor of the Holy One, it is still a dead end." One thing, it's better to die earlier and live in peace."
He couldn't help saying: "How can we rush to conclusions about the future?"
The eunuch didn't argue with him, and led the man away after the palace man put away his things.
After entering the room, Qingqing served the tea ceremony: "My lord, don't be angry, what the eunuch said, don't take it to heart."
He shook his head, looked at her and asked, "Isn't that virtuous person... the emperor's favorite concubine? Why do you kill me if you say so?"
Qingqing smiled wryly: "In this palace, there is no real favor. I have been in the palace for seven years, and I have seen no fewer than ten concubines favored by the emperor. It's gone, there will be other young, beautiful and tender women to replace her. Why should the Holy Majesty take the risk of touching a virtuous man again, so kill him as soon as possible, so you can rest assured."
He clasped his palms together and recited "My Buddha is merciful" in a trembling voice, feeling completely dazed. The lives of others can be obliterated so easily. The obliterated person is selfish and self-interested, but he can continue to enjoy himself for a lifetime.
Qingqing took a fan and fanned him away from the intense heat, but she couldn't remove the anxiety in his heart.
In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.
He is still praying for the royal family to exorcise demons, protect the royal family that controls this country, and the world will be more peaceful. It's just that the place is becoming more and more dirty, and as Qingqing expected, as early as a few months ago, another Li nobleman came, and another Song Changzai came. That noble person has been forgotten for a long time.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the weather was gloomy and cold, and he woke up from the cold in the house.
He is not an ascetic monk, he has practiced in a temple built by the royal family since he was a child. Don't worry about eating and drinking. When I was young, the abbot personally taught me, and I entered the palace as a national teacher very early. In summer, someone fanned the fan, and the breeze was gentle, so it was good to sleep well. Someone starts the stove in winter, and it is as warm as early spring. But today there was no stove, and he woke up from his sleep in the cold.
There was no fire in the charcoal basin on the ground, only ashes, probably added last night, and no further fire was added today. What about Qingqing who fueled him with charcoal
He put on his cassock and went outside, but it was snowing.
Looking at the sky full of silver and white, I suddenly feel that the world is not dirty and messy, but I am just deceiving myself. His heart was full of bitterness, and when he saw an unfamiliar court lady bringing water over, he asked, "Where's Qingqing?"
The maid paused, then nodded and replied: "She is not feeling well, so she went to rest."
Hearing the vibrato in the words, he asked again: "Where's Qingqing?"
The maid's legs were weak, and the basin fell to the ground with a bang, she knelt down and said, "Qingqing is still in the maid's room, it's just... my lord, please save her!"
He didn't ask any more questions, and ran to the maid's room.
He would often run around like this when there were monsters in the palace on weekdays. Perhaps the guards thought there was another monster here and didn't stop him, but no one dared to follow him.
He rushed inside, and the other maids were still on duty, not in the house. He looked around the room, but he didn't see anyone. After searching for a while, he saw an arched bed, and he stepped forward lightly: "Qingqing."
She wanted to lift the quilt, but she grabbed her tightly, and said in a very low voice, "Go back, my lord, Qingqing will not be able to serve you in the future."