Miaochen is a closed disciple of Master Xuanming. Due to his frail body, he was abandoned by his family when he was still in the baby. Master Xuanming, who was out and about, picked him up from the grass on the side of the road after hearing the cries and took him to raise him. He also tried his best to heal his body. He was called master and apprentice, but his feelings were better than father and son. The monks in the Bodhi Temple also liked this well-behaved and sensible child very much.
He disappeared for three or four days in a row, and everyone was so worried, they searched the mountains day and night, for fear that he would be taken away by wild animals because of his playfulness. Master Xuanming even lowered his face and turned to the nobles who came to worship the Buddha for help, hoping to find the little disciple as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, the little disciple was not lost, but was poisoned.
Seeing the icy body held in front of a warrior monk, Master Xuan Ming's mind went blank, and the audience was dumbfounded. The child's naked and bruised body was covered with all kinds of pinch marks, strangulation marks, knife wounds, whiplashes, and even tooth marks, and a bloody hole was bitten through the neck. It is hard to imagine the cruel treatment he had suffered in his lifetime.
Xuan Ming staggered as if he was about to faint after just one glance.
The warrior monk holding the corpse gritted his teeth, his face was hideous, and he obviously hated it to the extreme. He choked out, "Go back to the master, the younger brother is indeed lying under the king's bed, smothering it with lime and ice, it looks like he has died three or four times. God."
Master Xuanming couldn't stand at last, he slammed his staff on the ground to support his body, and then reached out to hug the little apprentice, his pale and dry lips parted, as if he was calling "Miaochen", but there was nothing in his throat. Meaningful, sad to the extreme low-pitched.
"Master, I'm here, Miaochen is here, don't be sad, don't cry..." The little novice, who had turned into a ghost, tugged at the hem of Master's clothes, but repeatedly held a ball of air. Humans and ghosts have different paths, and there is no possibility for him to meet Master Xuanming again.
Unable to do so, he had to look at the teenagers outside the crowd with tears in his eyes.
You Shu felt faintly touched, but she wanted to go forward, but was held tighter by the master.
Now, everyone has returned to their senses, the female relatives screamed and fled, and the male guests wanted to retreat, but Master Xuanming was really angry, and waved his hand to the monks to surround the altar, not to let anyone leave, and to the Wang family. He stared at him, as if he would fight at any time. At this time, Ji Changye, the only one who wasn't implicated, naturally wouldn't let the boy run to join in the fun.
Wang Xiangqian never expected that the situation would take a turn for the worse, but after all, he had been in a high position for many years, and he quickly calmed down and defended, "Just relying on a corpse, how can we prove that this is what my son did, not to mention that my son was killed. Bewitched by evil spirits, they are also deeply affected by it. There are many people in the temple, who may be framed and blamed, and the master is also asked to investigate, and the next will also inform the government, so that they can find the real culprit."
Master Xuanming once exorcised evil spirits for the eldest princess; once crowned the current sage; he also presided over the funeral of the late emperor, and his status can be called a "national teacher", not to mention the vassal officials, even the royal relatives and state relatives have to give him three points. Therefore, Wang Xianggan did not dare to take it at all, and waved his hand to let the guards put down their weapons, so as to avoid conflicts with the monks of the Bodhi Temple.
In a hurry, his sharp eyes swept across the third prince and the young man, apparently thinking that this was a situation set up by some people. Everything happened so coincidentally, and the goal was clear, if there was no one behind it, he would never believe it. He could never have imagined that in front of him, a well-behaved, sensible and talented son would act like a fox and rat in private. Of course, he doesn't mind this, after all, his own code of conduct is "no drugs, no husband", but if he had known the inside story, he would certainly not be as righteous and fearless as he is now.
He was not afraid, but Lin Shi and Wang Junxi were shivering with fear. In recent years, the young children who died directly or indirectly in Wang Tianyou's hands are too numerous to count. They rely on the Wang family's power and do not act very secretly. It is too easy to find out one or two crimes. In the mansion, apart from Wang Xiangqian and Mrs. Wang, who did not ask about the inner house, there was probably no one who didn't know the inside story.
Now, Wang Xianggan has bluntly said that he wants to sue the official. Isn't this asking for his own death? The mother and daughter supported each other to avoid fainting on the spot.
Mrs. Wang also showed a look of fear, but she did not speak a few times, and did not dare to expose the matter on the spot. Forget it, let the government intervene, my son is the minister of military affairs, and it should be easy to find a scapegoat. Thinking of this, she turned to look at the young man behind the crowd, with wisps of darkness flashing across her eyes.
The mother and son were of the same mind, and Wang Xianggan also turned his head and stared at You Shu, his expression was very sinister, and his whole body was filled with killing intent. He originally thought that Shu had used the hands of the third prince to seek revenge against the Wang family. Therefore, even if the government could not find any evidence, he would find a way to kill You Shu. The son-in-law, who had been declared a violent death, suddenly returned, and he also took refuge in the prince's political enemy. With such a big deal, he naturally had to take care of it.
Thinking of the Song family who didn't know where he went, Wang Xianggan had even more murderous intent in his eyes. This mother and son are indeed scourges!
"She wants me to take the blame, and he wants to kill me." You Shu is very sensitive to the malice emanating from others, and with just one look, she knows what Madam Wang and Qi's father are thinking. He stretched out his fingertips and tapped on the two of them, already making up his mind to destroy the Wang family. He has always been like this: if you don't mess with me, I won't mess with you; if you mess with me, I will kill you directly.
"Don't be afraid, within half a month, the Wang family will fall apart." Ji Changye is not a good stubborn, and has already set the same ending for the Wang family. He lightly patted the boy's slightly cold cheek in comfort.
Youshu nodded and said softly, "I'm not afraid, I want to go over and have a few words with Master Xuanming."
"What?" Ji Changye asked with his eyes down.
Some Shu didn't answer, she opened her master's arms and ran over quickly.
The chaos in the field has been controlled by the monks. The female relatives bowed their heads, covered their faces, turned around, or hugged each other and shivered. No one dared to look at Master Xuanming, who was holding the corpse with a sad expression. Wang Xianggan stepped forward slowly and said something in a low voice. The officials of the Prince's Mansion and the servants sent by Xiao Guifei also gathered around to persuade him.
Master Xuanming took off his robes to cover his disciples, recited the "Sutra of Saving Death", and ignored others.
Wang Tianyou on the lotus platform has been covered by the guards of the Wang family, and his hands are cut back to prevent him from talking nonsense and going crazy. At present, although the excuse of "Zhongxie" can still be used to exonerate the crime, the nature of molesting Anhua County Master is very different from murdering and hiding a corpse.
Wang Xiangqian felt a deep hatred in his heart, and when he saw the young man running from a distance, his face immediately turned gloomy. When he received the letter from his mother, he should have sent someone to kill this evil beast, how could he be allowed to make waves.
Youshu didn't care about him, she walked over to Master Xuanming without squinting, and whispered, "Someone wants to say goodbye to you." Then he bent down and covered Xuanming's eyes with his right palm full of vigorous spiritual energy.
Xuan Ming was reciting the scriptures, and he was unprepared. He only felt his eyelids warm, and saw his long-dead disciple squatting beside him, with two lines of blood and tears streaming down his face, shouting "Master" loudly. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a weird style, covering his scars, wiping tears with one hand, and pinching the hem of his clothes with the other.
Xuan Ming looked at the cold corpse in his arms, and then looked at the crying child at his feet, and was stunned for a while. He believed in ghosts and gods, but it was the first time he saw it with his own eyes.
"Miaochen, is that you Miaochen?" He stretched out his hand to caress the young boy's cheek, but only touched a mass of air.
"Master, it's me." The little novice laughed, holding Master's fingertips and shaking it gently. He knelt down and kowtowed to the master, and then to the monks standing around, and said slowly, "Thank you for the kindness of the master's upbringing, the uncle and nephew, and the brothers and sisters for their kindness, Miaochen. went."
Seeing that Tu'er's body gradually became light and transparent, Master Xuanming finally recovered from his shock. While reaching out to save him, he asked urgently, "Tutor, who is it that harmed you?" It is not difficult for him to kill his disciple and blame Wang Tianyou. But right now, he wasn't sure.
He is not stupid, he naturally knows that the disciple can show up to say goodbye, but it is with Shu's help. But based on this, there is no way you can be a murderer.
The little novice showed a look of fear, and quickly ran behind the boy to hide, only sticking out half of his bare head, and then he stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed at Wang Tianyou, who was being held on the lotus platform, "Master, it's him. hurt me."
Xuan Ming's eyes were wide open, and he followed his disciple's fingertips.
At the same time, the little novice's soul was finally about to dissipate. Before disappearing, he gave the boy a heavy kowtow, his ethereal voice seemed to be in the sky and in his ear, "Thanks to my benefactor but Miaochen's last wish, Miaochen. The dust will be rewarded in the next life."
When Xuanming heard the words and turned his head, the small figure had completely disappeared. He staggered to his feet, looked around in a hurry, and made sure that the disciple had really gone, and then he was full of tears and full of sadness.
Others dared not approach the corpse, so they didn't hear what the two were saying, they just thought that the young man wiped a tear for Xuan Ming. And Xuan Ming was hurt and lost his mind, and he was a little stunned. Several monks knew that what Master hurt the most was Miaochen. Seeing that he had hallucinations, they shouted Miaochen's Dharma into the air, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him and comfort him.
You Shu quietly retreated, and his eyes met Wang Xianggan who was not far away. The boy who had always had an indifferent expression narrowed his eyes, showing a murderous expression.
Wang Xianggan slowly curled his lips, his smile was cold and contemptuous. In his opinion, the young man is just an ant and can easily be crushed to death. What if he has taken refuge with the third prince, the other party is still unable to protect himself from the mud Bodhisattva crossing the river, how long can he protect him
Ji Changye had a panoramic view of the confrontation between the father and son, and his face was not obvious, but his heart was also full of anger and murderous thoughts.
The sky in Beijing is about to change...