There were no earth dragons burning in the Buddhist hall.
Xue Yan's robes have been changed, dry and clean, with thick fur. Jin Bao was not waiting by his side. He was alone, kneeling at the desk in front of the Buddha and copying sutras.
The candle in front of the Buddha statue lit quietly, shining on the peaceful and kind face of the golden Buddha statue. There was a faint sound of wooden fish outside the window, quiet and ethereal, like a farce in the palace tonight, and it has nothing to do with it.
A candle was placed on Xue Yan's desk.
Xue Yan raised his eyes and saw a young monk standing by the table. He looked young, maybe ten years old at most.
This little monk was the little monk who was vigilant here on the day of the Qianqiu Banquet, when Jun Huailang came to give him a robe.
Seeing that Xue Yan recognized him, the little monk smiled slightly, folded his hands at him, and made a Buddha salute.
"Don't worry, as long as you are sincere, the donor you want to bless will surely turn into good luck." His voice was calm and peaceful, accompanied by a sound of wooden fish, like a Buddhist verse from the sky.
Hearing this, Xue Yan sneered contemptuously.
"Do you think that I'm copying scriptures here to pray for blessings?" His tone was cold, and he didn't hide his disdain.
The little monk was stunned for a moment and said Amitabha.
"Didn't you do it for the benefactor?" he asked. "Now in the palace, there is indeed an evil spirit doing evil. Although this evil spirit is not on the donor, it endangers the donor's body. Isn't that why the donor copied scriptures and recited Buddha?"
Hearing this, Xue Yan threw the pen away, leaned back with his arms folded, looked up at the Buddha statue in front of him, and said, "Can the Buddha handle this matter?"
The little monk said: "As long as the donor is sincere, there will be something in return."
Xue Yan glanced at him, and slowly picked up the pen again.
"The Buddha can't control it," he said. "If he had managed it, these people would have died long ago."
He is indeed copying the scriptures here, but he is not really trying to suppress any evil spirits in himself. He was born with this evil spirit, and if he copied the scriptures, he could be cured, what kind of evil star came down to earth
He can only distinguish between natural disasters and man-made disasters.
If it is really hard to defy the destiny, it is only related to himself and can't hurt others; and this man-made disaster, he has a way to make those people die.
It's just that when dealing with man-made disasters, you need to put on a bit of piety and superstition.
He raised his head and looked at the majestic Buddha statue.
"Buddha can't handle it, but I can." Xue Yan said. "I can bless him without asking the Buddha. I will kill the evil that the Buddha cannot kill."
He paused word by word, and in his eyes was a Buddha full of compassion, but hidden in his eyes was a fierce murderous intent.
He had never tasted such bone-breaking heartache tonight, nor had he had such a strong impulse to pay with blood and blood.
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A morning star hung in the dark black sky.
The scriptures by Xue Yan's hand were piled up in a thin stack, and the lamp on the desk was gradually burning dry. He quietly lowered his head and copied the scriptures, vaguely hearing footsteps behind him.
"His Royal Highness!" Xue Yan turned around and saw a eunuch kneeling outside the hall, reporting. "His Royal Highness has subsided. The emperor is grateful for your merit in copying the scriptures. Please return to the Yongle Hall to resume your life."
Xue Yan's hand holding the pen loosened without a trace. Through the gap between his fingers and the barrel, he could see his fingertips that were slightly reddened by the barrel.
That is the trace left by holding the pen very hard.
Xue Yan didn't get up. He turned around, and the pen in his hand landed on the rice paper again.
"Thank you for your kindness." He said without looking back. "Go back and report to the emperor. I made a promise today to copy the scriptures a hundred times. Now I have only copied it twenty-three times, and I dare not break my promise. After I have copied it a hundred times, I will return to the emperor."
The eunuch was stunned and raised his head.
The illness is cured, and the matter is over. The fifth prince has not returned soon to receive the reward, why does he insist on copying the scriptures here
Xue Yan didn't look back and said, "Go and answer by yourself."
The eunuch received the decree and had no choice but to retreat from the Buddhist hall.
Xue Yan lowered his head and continued to copy the scriptures silently.
At this time, there was no one on the side. If there was someone who knew how to do it, he would definitely be able to see that there was a slight difference between the handwriting before and after this page of paper.
The first half of the page is full of sharp edges, and there is a cold and murderous spirit between the brush strokes, such as the generals in front of the formation, and thousands of iron cavalry are ready to go. On the second half of the page, there is a sense of relief in the strokes, but the murderous aura remains undiminished, like a butcher's knife hanging over the prisoner's head in the autumn.
And the word before and after this is the last word that the eunuch wrote when he came to tell the time.
Extraordinarily long night.
Before dawn, the sky was getting darker, but the sky was white with fish belly.
In the distance, there is a palace guard who is vigilant, knocking on the bangzi, which echoes in the imperial city.
The lamp on Xue Yan's desk also dimmed, and the oil was about to burn. The little monk used to keep a vigil in the Buddhist hall and light up the lamps at night, so he came here skillfully and filled him with lamp oil.
"The donor seems to be waiting for something." Seeing that Xue Yan was still copying scriptures, he couldn't help but said.
Xue Yan glanced at him.
"You guessed it right again." He said without stopping.
The little monk folded his ten and said another word to Amitabha.
This is not his guess, but he has been practicing meditation and reciting Buddha for a long time, and he can get a glimpse of one or two people's hearts.
"It's almost time." He heard Xue Yan say lightly.
"I just don't know, what is the donor waiting for?" the little monk couldn't help asking. "Just now someone has come to report, the donor has turned the corner, what else do you expect?"
"It's not what I expected." Xue Yan said lightly. "But wait for a result."
The little monk looked at him and saw that he was facing him, showing an undisguised, fierce and sinister smile.
Although he was laughing, he was extremely cold, hiding the hatred that had been suppressed for a long time.
"Damn it, it's not dead yet," he said. "I waited for them to ram my knife themselves."
While speaking, his pair of canine teeth glowed with a cold light under the candlelight. The amber eyes, which were originally pale in color, did not conceal their murderous intent at this time, like a fierce beast ready to attack.
The little monk was startled, turned the rosary in his hand involuntarily, and murmured the Buddha's name in his mouth.
Xue Yan laughed, turned his face away, and put away his expression.
Tonight, he made plans for the camp step by step, not only waiting for Jun Huailang to recover, but waiting for Yi Jieyu to throw herself into the trap.
He wanted to keep Jun Huailang unscathed, and he wanted those people to pay their debts with blood.
Qin Tianjian, the Imperial Hospital, and the dog raised by the emperor's side, what they want to do tonight is to kill two birds with one stone, not only to murder Jun Huailang, but also to take the opportunity to frame him.
Yi Jieyu's people are all in the deep palace, and she knows the relationship in the palace well, so she sent someone to follow Jun Huailang and push him into the water. Whether Jun Huailang is dead or not, it can confirm the prophecy of Qintianjian, which can not only get rid of a family member of Jun, alienate the emperor and Duke Yongning, but also regain the trust of the emperor for Qintianjian.
If Jun Huailang dies, he will die without any evidence, and it will become an unsolved case of drowning; if Jun Huailang is alive, they will have other plans.
The imperial physician first said that Jun Huailang was not in serious trouble, and then manipulated the medicine to make him have a high fever, and taught the emperor to think that he was suffering from evil, and then he was diagnosed and treated by the Qintian Supervisor. When Jun Huailang fell into the hands of Qin Tianjian, there was no chance of him surviving, and Qin Tianjian naturally had thousands of ways to escape the death penalty, and finally put his hat on his head.
Xue Yan knew that Yi Jieyu couldn't sit still since Emperor Qing Ping softened her attitude towards her that day.
He firmly grasped the opponent's handle and was ready to fight her, but he did not expect that she would dare to hit Jun Huailang.
Before that, Xue Yan had no dead end. This was the first time he had such a strong urge to kill someone.
He looked back at the sky. The Buddhist hall is facing east, and looking from him, he can just see a white morning light, shrouded in the horizon.
According to his plan, he first ordered Baiji, who knew medical principles when the imperial doctor returned to his life, to replace the prescription given by the imperial doctor when she was decocting the medicine, but to decoct the usual medicine for dispelling wind and cold. After that, he asked the Qing Ping Emperor for his order and came to the Buddhist temple. , Copy the classics of Zhensha.
When Jun Huailang's fever subsided, that group of people's plan was broken, and they would be anxious to report to Yi Jieyu as soon as possible. And this matter is related to the approval of Qin Tianjian, and Yi Jieyu will definitely go to Lingtailang to discuss countermeasures as soon as possible, so as to respond to the inquiry of Emperor Qingping.
The two of them naturally didn't know that the place where they met privately was already known to Xue Yan.
He asked Jinbao to stay there, pretending to deliver food to him, pretending to accidentally crash it, and the two would be suspected of having a private meeting in the palace.
The most taboo in the palace, in addition to witchcraft, is the concubines and concubines secretly meeting foreign men.
"...Really calm." Xue Yan looked at the sky, laughed softly, and said to himself.
At this moment, he saw a eunuch walking up the steps and running towards the Buddhist temple. The faint morning light fell on him, pulling a very long shadow behind him.
The panicked footsteps, at a glance, knew that there was an emergency.
Xue Yan thought, here we come.
He slowly put down his pen and looked up at the big Buddha in front of him.
"I don't believe in Buddhism, and I don't believe in cause and effect." He said lightly. "But I was able to create cause and effect, and teach them that every evil has evil retribution.
As he said that, he raised his head and looked at the little monk, with a resolute and sharp smile.
"In that case, in your Buddhist family, is it considered a merit?"
The little monk has escaped into the empty door for more than ten years, and he has never seen such a generous person. He is arrogant and arrogant.
But from the other side, he couldn't see the greed and filth of mortal people, which was very strange.
Then, he saw Xue Yan raised his head and looked at the golden Buddha again.
"If it counts as merits, trouble will be recorded on Jun Huailang of Yongning Gongfu." His tone was slow, with two points of slackness that stayed up all night, but it was rare to be solemn.
"...If it's killing evil," Xue Yan looked at the Buddha, raised his lips, and smiled. "It's all mine."
The little monk was on his side, holding his palm up with one hand, and twirling the rosary with the other.
Sure enough, Master was right.
When mortals are alive, they will definitely have obstacles and have their own beliefs. Even if they don't believe in gods or Buddhism, there will definitely be something that will tie them to the human world.
That hindrance is something that holds the souls of mortals, preventing them from entering the empty door and becoming a Buddha.
Xue Yan's voice fell, and the footsteps behind him were getting closer. He turned his head and saw that the little eunuch crossed the threshold and stumbled to kneel behind Xue Yan.
"His Royal Highness, something big has happened!" said the little eunuch. "Your Majesty urgently summons you to go to Yongle Hall quickly!"
At this moment, the Golden Crow rose, and the first inch of the sun leaped over the horizon. Ten thousand feet of sunlight suddenly burst out of the sky, shrouding the entire imperial city in a golden red morning sun.
Sunlight shone through the hall door, and Xuan Xuan shone into the Buddhist hall and landed on the Du'e Sutra, which was still wet with ink on the table.
It's bright.