Huguo Zen Temple is the monastery of the Dazhou royal family. The Zen Temple is located in the north of Shangdu City, facing the south and the north. There is a hidden nine-layered pagoda in the temple. Except for the emperor of the Long family and the national teacher who have been stationed for many years, no one can enter. According to legend, under this tower is the dragon vein of Da Zhou.
In addition to the Long Family Palace, Huguo Temple should be the most honorable place in Dazhou.
As a prince, Long Xiang was only born at the full moon. He was carried here by the palace servants to receive Buddha rituals, and he never had the opportunity to enter this Zen temple again. Sitting in the meditation room of Huguo Zen Temple at the moment, looking at the white and empty walls, Long Xiang is thinking, is he drunk too, is this in a dream
"His Royal Highness, rest," Master Fuyi said to Long Xiang, "It's okay to go back to the palace tomorrow morning."
"But my imperial brother?" Long Xiang was worried about Long Xuan, who was left in the small Buddhist hall by Master Fuyi.
"No problem," said Master Fuyi, "Second Prince is restless, let him be quiet."
"But he was drunk."
"Intoxicated or intoxicated, this is only known by the Second Highness." After Master Fuyi said this, he walked out, and a little novice came over and waited for Longxiang to rest.
Long Xiang wants to see Long Xuan. But here is the Huguo Zen Temple. There are more forbidden areas than the palace. Even if Long Xiang is the prince, he would not dare to take another step in this temple. He had to be served by the little novice and fell asleep, closed his eyes and listened to the little novice go out, and then opened his eyes again. That night, he couldn't close his eyes and sleep peacefully. The Liu family's slaughter, Long Xuan's drunkenness, and Luo Wei's transformation from friend to enemy, all these things made Long Xiang unable to sleep peacefully.
In the small Buddha hall, Long Xuan had already drank the hangover soup, and sat in a daze in front of a big-bellied Maitreya Buddha who was always smiling.
"Second Highness," Master Fuyi entered the Buddhist hall and lit the oil lamp in front of the Buddha with his own hands. The light started from the Buddhist shrine and slowly illuminated this small Buddhist hall.
"Why does this Buddha smile so happily?" Long Xuan suddenly asked.
"Without obsession in my heart, I can naturally laugh," said Master Fuyi, "Your Second Highness can't laugh now?"
Long Xuan wanted to get up, but couldn't stand up. He looked up at the national teacher standing in front of him. This man had never spoken to him. Why did he take him to this Huguo Zen Temple today
"His Royal Highness, rest," Master Fuyi just smiled while facing Long Xuan's inquiring gaze.
"It is said that the national teacher has opened the eyes of the sky," Long Xuan said: "Does the national teacher have something to say to Long Xuan today?"
"There is nothing to say," said Master Fuyi, "The son of a dignified emperor, drunk in the street, it is not a good thing to spread it out. Liu Xiang has been good at calculating all his life, but he did not expect to calculate Qingqing's life in the end. The second highness feels that Liu Xiang Isn't this life worth it?"
"It's not worth it?" Long Xuan said: "It's not worth it if he loses. If he cooperated with the enemy and betrayed the country, wouldn't he deserve to die?"
"Your Highness is right to think so," Master Fuyi still just smiled and didn't say Long Xuan's right or wrong, but he didn't seem to have any interest in talking with Long Xuan any more, and said, "Your Highness should go to the meditation room to rest."
"I'll sit here for one night," Long Xuan said, "The ancient Buddha with green lights is not bad. The Buddhist temple in the Xiachuan Emperor's Mausoleum should be quieter than that of the national master." , Once the Liu family falls, what will happen to the future of him, Long Xiang, and his concubine? Perhaps the imperial mausoleum in the deep mountains of Xiachuan was the home of the three of them.
Master Fuyi sighed slightly, "His Royal Highness, the Buddha said that it is broken, you can do it yourself."
Broken? Long Xuan was sitting in a Buddhist hall with an oil lamp burning, how would he break the attachment? Maitreya Buddha smiled without saying a word, the bells of the Zen temple were quiet and distant, and Long Xuan sat like this all night.