Long Xuan looked at Feixue outside the window. It turned out that his life had come to an end, and he didn't feel much pain. At most, he was a little tired.
"Father." Long Xiao looked at his father and every time he coughed, a mouthful of blood was vomited from his mouth. No matter how weak his father-son relationship with Long Xuan was, his voice was also filled with crying.
"Has Fuyi arrived yet?" Long Xuan just asked.
Long Xiao hurriedly said: "National Master Fuyi has already entered the palace and is on his way to Yijin Garden. Father, please wait for him."
"Long Xiao," Long Xuan said to Long Xiao, "After I die, remember to go to Huguo Temple and ask Fuyi to take you to the Nine-Story Pagoda."
Long Xiao said in surprise: "Father, does this Huguo Temple really have a nine-layered pagoda?"
Long Xuan looked at Long Xiao with a stunned face, and suddenly wanted to laugh. He seemed to have asked his father the same way back then. How did his father tell him? "Yes, why not?" Long Xuan said: "By then you will know how the country of my Long family came to be."
Long Xiao was suspicious in his heart, but still got the order.
Long Xuan suddenly became curious, not knowing what kind of expression his eldest son would have when he entered the White Bone Mourning Hall.
"Father, what are you laughing at?" Long Xiao saw Long Xuan with a smile, and asked Long Xuan, "Father, did you think of something happy?"
"I'm about to be freed," Long Xuan said, "Why are you unhappy? Xiao, the country is too heavy, you can do it yourself."
Long Xiao knelt beside Long Xuan's bed, kowtowed and said, "My son will definitely live up to his father's trust."
"My father also told me these words," Long Xuan said, "He also said that I will be alone from now on, but I will not tell you this, you are luckier than me, you will not be alone. ."
Long Xiao looked up at Long Xuan, "Father?"
"Your Majesty," the eunuch's voice came from outside the house, "Fuyi national teacher has arrived."
"Please," Long Xiao said hurriedly. There were some things he couldn't ask. He and the emperor seemed to have never had a heart-to-heart relationship with him. Even at the end, he still couldn't really talk to him.
"Emperor, go down." Long Xuan didn't want to leave Long Xiao down any longer, so he said.
After Long Xiao kowtowed three times beside the bed, he got up and backed out.
Master Fuyi stood beside Long Xuan's bed and said, "Your Majesty is old."
Long Xuan glanced at Master Fuyi, who was still wearing a gray monk robe, and said, "Master still hasn't changed, when will it be the death of Master?"
For Long Xuan to be aggressive at the end, Master Fuyi just smiled, "Your Majesty, do you have anything else to say to the poor monk?"
"After the ninth generation," Long Xuan asked, "after the ninth generation, can I be a human again?"
Master Fuyi said, "This is natural."
"Then can I meet him again?" Long Xuan looked at Master Fuyi and asked.
Master Fuyi said: "After the ninth generation, the poor monk has long been in the reincarnation of the world, and the poor monk has no way of knowing the fate requested by His Majesty."
"Is there no hope at all?" Long Xuan said.
"The poor monk went to see them," said Master Fuyi, "They are living well now, at least they will have no worries about food and clothing in this life, and they will spend their lives together in peace."
"So what?" Long Xuan said in awe: "Will they live forever?"
"Your Majesty," said Master Fuyi with compassion in his eyes, "Fate is set in heaven, why should you think too much about the next life?"
"I'm just," Long Xuan sighed and said, "I just want to ask for his life, am I too greedy?"
Master Fuyi looked at the snow outside the window, "People are greedy, Your Majesty."
"Yeah," Long Xuan said softly, "It's just that I was too greedy in this life, so I lost him."
When Master Fuyi bowed his head again, Emperor Pingzhang Longxuan had already left the world for a long time. Master Fuyi's finger stroked Long Xuan's forehead. The snow passed away, the past life and the present life, how similar, and how different. Master Fuyi looked at the passing face of a generation of emperors. This person who killed ruthlessly in his life, buried thousands of corpses under his feet, and created a prosperous dynasty. He has never seen a smile in his life, but at this time he has a smile on his face. It's like a dream, he and him in this life, one is absolutely, one is obsessed, really, who is responsible for who? As for the next life, Master Fuyi shook his head. Nine hundred years later, with a long time, who can know what the world will be like at that time? Prosperity is like clouds, can the fetters of this life continue after 900 years
"Amitabha." Master Fuyi finally just recited the Buddha's name.