The endless sea of fire was burning, and black smoke was surging.
Tamaroka walks alone in the dark, dressed in rags, and the wind cuts like a knife.
The iron city in the sky rises continuously, the iron snakes and iron dogs huff and breathe flames, galloping on it, evil spirits, yaksha ferocious, driving the pale-faced men and women toward the snow-bright mountain of knives, the boiling oil sea, and the iron bed full of iron nails, Flesh and blood flew, blood flowed into rivers, and cries pierced through clouds and cracked stones.
Ghostly ghosts and ghosts fluttered around him, and their voices were eerie.
The endless hell, the sight is all brutal torture.
He walked across the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, listening to the shocking screams and wailing, the iron arrows were like rain, the iron nets were all over, and his body was covered in bruises, skin and flesh.
Yaksha glared angrily and floated towards him, the gloomy wind bursting.
Suddenly, a bright light pierced through the heavy smoke, shedding sparkling light, the ghosts retreated, the mountain of knives collapsed, the snow blades scattered, and the hot iron juice condensed and froze.
Tamara raised his head, above the tall and cold iron city, the clouds gathered, the golden light shone, a long, jade-paved staircase descended from the clouds, and the colorful clouds circled around.
He ascended the stairs, the howling wind suddenly softened, shrouded in splendor, solemn, noble, and quiet.
The golden sand is paved, the pavilions are brilliant, the rainbows are looming, the precious trees are surrounded, the colorful birds are singing in the air, and the fairy music is pleasant to the ear.
He came to a shimmering Seven Treasure Pond, the mist was hazy, the water in the pool was clear and clear, and the gold and silver, glaze, glass, clam, red beads, and agate glistened in the water.
The water mist gradually dissipated, and in the flowing water light, a slim lotus blossomed slowly against the breeze. It was graceful and charming. At first, there was only a shimmer of light floating on the flower buds, and then the petals stretched out and became magnificent. Let go, the fragrance is overflowing.
Between heaven and earth, it seems that only him and this lotus are left.
The silver sac of incense is broken, and the jade plate is poured out. I am ashamed of dusty eyes, seeing this Qiong Yaoying.
This flower does not belong to the royal court, she comes from thousands of miles away.
Tamara looked at the lotus, and the wounds on his body gradually healed.
The brilliance in the pond became more and more abundant, and the lotus flower swayed gently.
He couldn't help reaching out, wanting to touch the lotus.
The illusion suddenly shattered, and the lotus flower quickly faded from its brilliance, splitting into thousands of pieces in front of his eyes, and then turned into powder, and the wind blew and vanished.
Darkness fell again, drowning him.
Tamara stood in the boundless darkness, looking at his palm.
Empty, nothing.
Not even a shadow was left.
Tamara raised his face, a pair of blue eyes, cold as snow, and the cold light splashed.
…
The warm handkerchief was attached to the face, gently wiped, and the ironing was comfortable, like the lotus in a dream.
Tammaraga grabbed a soft hand and squeezed it tightly.
"Mage?"
There was a soft call in the ear.
Tamara opened his eyes.
The curtain hangs low, the light blue shimmer floats, and the furnishings in the house shimmer with a soft luster in the morning light that diffuses in from the stained windows.
Yaoying sat on the edge of the couch, looked down at him, and asked with concern, "Is it better?"
The sky is bright.
It's already the third morning.
For a moment, Tamara couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.
There were footsteps outside the felt curtain, Bi Suo and the doctor walked in, Yaoying turned her head and spoke to them.
Tamaroka let go of his hands and listened to them speaking in stutter. After a while, the doctor checked his pulse, Yaoying fed him a few pills, and he swallowed it. The doctor and Bi Su looked relieved, discussed a few words, and backed out.
He covered his lips and coughed softly.
Yaoying got up immediately and poured a bowl of water, "Master, drink some water."
She helped Tammaraka sit up.
He reclined for a while, the sleeves of his cassock brought a burst of air, and he drank a bowl of water with her hand. During this period, two cold eyes stared straight at her without blinking.
Yao Ying felt very thick-skinned, but when he looked at him with such focused eyes, she couldn't even pretend she didn't see it, and raised her eyes to look at him.
Tamaroka looked away, her expression calm.
She's here, all right, she didn't leave, nothing happened.
Yaoying smiled inwardly.
He didn't dare to look at her when he was awake.
The room was silent, and the two did not speak for a long time.
After Tan Mo Luo Jia drank the water, Yao Ying put down the bowl, glanced at his pale face, and said, "Master, in the future, this kind of thing can be left to Bi Su and Yuan Jue... You are already seriously injured and have repeated attacks. Take good care of your body and listen to the doctor's words."
He fell off his horse the night before, and she couldn't drag him. She wanted to carry him up, but fell just two steps away. In desperation, she could only ask Li Zhongqian to help. He slept all day and night.
Tan Mo Luojia did not answer Yaoying's words, his eyes stopped on her face, and asked, "Are you injured?"
This was the first sentence he said when he woke up.
Yaoying was startled, her heart was sour and warm, she shook her head, and said, "I'm not injured. Those people took me away because they wanted to use me to persecute Li Xuanzhen."
She briefly recounted what had happened the night before.
"When my brother first received the letter, he was afraid that there would be their inner responders around him, so he didn't dare to speak up, and told Yuanjue that we had to leave early... Yuanjue and Bi Suo thought I was really gone, how did the Master know that I was kidnapped?"
Bi Su said that Tamara left alone, and they didn't realize it, thinking he was going to say goodbye to her, but he didn't expect him to find Li Zhongqian and rescue her in time.
Later, no one will be able to track the trace of the dead man, and it will be difficult for Li Zhongqian to find her.
Tamaroka lowered her eyes and said nothing.
Li Zhongqian is the envoy of the embassy, and the commercial documents have not yet been finalized. It is impossible for Li Zhongqian to leave without choosing a messenger to replace him, and Yaoying will not leave just like that, at least he will leave him a letter...
Tamara can find many reasons why their departure was too strange.
However, he knew in his own heart that even if there were no such doubts, he would chase after him.
He knew it was futile, but he couldn't restrain himself.
When you are not practicing, you see mountains as mountains and water as water. After practicing Zen, I see that mountains are not mountains, and waters are not water. After realizing it, seeing a mountain is still a mountain, and seeing a water is still water.
There is a Buddha in the heart, and Bodhi is everywhere.
With her in my heart, seeing the Buddha is like seeing her.
He had an obsession in his heart, and even if he recited the sutra thousands of times in front of the Buddha, it could not be resolved.
Within a day, he saw her being assassinated with his own eyes, and thought he was going to say goodbye to her. When she woke up, he couldn't recover for a long time. He was afraid that she would be worried, and that he would lose his temper in front of her. The mind went to see her again, but before he calmed down, the news of her leaving came again.
At that moment, he could hardly control himself.
His evil thoughts eventually overshadowed his reason.
Seeing that he had been silent, Yaoying changed the subject and asked, "Master, do you want to eat something?"
She spoke lightly, with a smile between her brows.
It seemed that no matter what happened, she could laugh it off.
Tamaroga stared at her.
He remembered that before he fell asleep, the night was thick, the wind was howling, he fell off his horse, she leaned over, her forehead was against his, her breath fell on his face, and her bright eyes were full of tears.
She should laugh more, wanton bright, wanton laughter.
He likes to see her smile.
Tan Mo Luojia coughed and said, "Princess, I remember what happened the night before."
Yaoying was startled.
"What does the mage remember?"
She was silent for a while and asked softly.
Tamara was silent, his eyes stopped on her face, he sat up straight, and approached her little by little.
Yaoying held her breath subconsciously, and his sharp face was reflected in the bottom of her eyes.
The room was so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat.
Tan Mo Luojia stopped, stared at her for a moment, and said, "I'm feeling better. What I want to eat will let Yuanjue go to eat. The princess has been tired for two days, go and rest."
She hadn't slept for two nights, and her eyes were blue.
Yaoying stayed for a while.
He hasn't answered her yet.
Without waiting for Yaoying's refusal, Tan Moraga gestured for Yuanjue to enter the house.
Yaoying's mouth twitched, she thought for a while, then got up and walked to the door.
He didn't want to answer, she didn't force him.
"where to?"
Suddenly his voice came from behind.
Yaoying looked back in confusion: "I'll go back to rest..."
Tan Moraga looked at the other places with no expression on his face, and said, "Sleep in the cubicle."
Don't get too far from him.
His tone was indifferent, his expression was also indifferent, and he was sitting weakly, but he revealed a bit of indubitable meaning.
Yaoying confirmed that she heard it right, raised her eyebrows, turned around and walked into the cubicle. She was really tired and needed a good sleep.
After her figure disappeared behind the felt curtain, Tamara looked at Yuanjue who crept into the room.
"Did you send someone to check?"
"Reporting to the king, there are too many embassies who have come to present gifts recently, and it is not easy to investigate, but there should be no accomplices of those people in the holy city. Additional staff have been dispatched to various places in the post house. As long as there are strangers approaching, someone will come back to report. ."
Tamara nodded slightly and asked suddenly, "How many days will the grand event in the city end?"
Yuanjue was stunned for a moment, then reacted, counted the days, and said, "There are still five days."
…
Yaoying slept for a while, and when she woke up, it was almost the afternoon. Tan Mo Luojia was meeting with Bi Su. She walked over and heard the two discussing Li Xuanzhen and Li De.
Seeing her wake up, Bi Suo quit.
Yaoying watched his back go away, and looked back at Tan Moraga, he was still sitting in front of the couch, his face was calm, and the papers were piled up beside him.
Not long after he woke up, he began to deal with state affairs.
"Mage..." Yaoying pondered for a moment and said, "The entanglement between me and Li De and Li Xuanzhen will not affect the covenant with the royal court. I will handle this matter myself. If I need the help of the Mage, I will not hide it from the Mage. Mage don't have to worry about me."
"You are recovering, don't worry about these trivial matters."
Tan Mo Luo Jia Bi raised her eyes and looked at Yao Ying, without restraining her aura, she said, "If something happened to the princess in the royal court, it has something to do with me. No matter what the identity of the other party is, I will not be indifferent when they attack the royal court. Look at it."
Yaoying thought this was the same reason, she stopped talking, walked to the edge of the couch, sat down next to the edge of the couch, raised her head and looked at him carefully.
Tanmaraga picked up a scroll of documents, her eyes lowered.
"Have you taken the medicine?" Yaoying asked.
He nodded.
Yaoying dug out the things she had bought in the market before, and the personal soldiers brought it to her, opened the package, and handed it to Tan Moraga.
"I've asked the doctor, and it's all you can eat."
Tamaroka hummed softly, thanked him, took the package and put it aside, still holding the document in his left hand, looking very serious.
Yaoying stood up, walked to her small case, sat down cross-legged, rolled up her sleeves, and wrote a letter.
When Tanmoraga was in a coma, she could not leave the temple, and could only communicate with Li Zhongqian through letters. Fortunately, Li Zhongqian now suspects the entire mission, and is investigating the followers around him one by one. She feels that meeting her will expose her, otherwise she would have come sooner. Wangsi arrested someone.
After she finished writing the letter, she asked Yuanjue to send it out, and she opened an account book to take a closer look.
Tan Moraga sat in front of the couch to review the documents, and Yaoying sat in front of the velvet blanket to check the accounts.
The room was silent except for the rustling of the pen tip writing on the paper.
From the corner of his eye, Tan Moraga could see the silhouette of her writing at her desk, and the parchment in her hand took a long time to change.
Yaoying read a page of accounts, rubbed her shoulders, and looked at him.
Tanmaraka woke up and looked down at the document.
This time, he concentrated on meditation, and was no longer distracted by her. When he had corrected all the documents, and then raised his head, he was stunned.
It was already twilight, and the golden sunset shone into the house, Yaoying lying on the desk in front of the small case fell asleep, her face covered with a golden light.
She has to keep in touch with Gao Chang, manage tedious affairs, worry about his health, and beware of other people's hidden harm... It's so hard every day.
Tan Moraga lifted the quilt, looked at his legs, slowly got down on the bed, sat beside Yaoying, and looked at her profile.
She slept soundly, her eyebrows stretched, and she held a pen in her hand.
He stared at her, raised his hand, and carefully removed the pen from her hand.
She waved her hand impatiently in the dream.
Tamara raised her neck, made her lie on her side on the fleece blanket, and pulled the quilt over her. I fell asleep on the small case, and when I woke up, my whole body was sore.
Yaoying was extremely sleepy, and her shoulders had long been stiff. After lying down, she felt that her posture was very comfortable.
With this kick, the feet wearing the soft satin shoes lightly kicked on the legs of Tamaroka.
Tamara looked at her, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a faint smile flashed across his blue eyes.
…
The doctor kept putting needles for Tan Moraga for three days, and Yaoying was by his side every time he gave the needles.
During this period, she wrote several letters to Li Zhongqian every day, reporting safety sooner or later, and instructing her personal soldiers to find a way to send Li Xuanzhen away.
After Li Zhongqian sent away all his followers, he finally felt at ease and continued to deal with the affairs of the mission.
Yaoying wrote a letter to Zheng Jing of Gaochang and asked him to bring it to Du Sinan.
Tanmaraka ordered the official Bodhidharma to write a stern letter, pointing out that someone in the embassy had malicious intentions, and the letter was handed over directly to the embassy.
The two letters were sent one after the other.
On the fourth day, Yaoying wrote a good letter and waited for the doctor in front of the porch. The doctor didn't come, so she asked Yuanjue.
Yuanjue scratched his head: "The doctor won't come today."
"Why don't you come?"
Yuanjue whispered, "Today the king is going out."
Yaoying said in surprise: "Where is the mage going?"
She has slept in Tamara's room for the past few days. He hasn't mentioned to her about going out. His legs are swollen and he can't walk for too long.
Yuanjue was also at a loss: "I don't know where the king is going."
While the two were talking, Bi Suo came over and handed Yaoying a few grimace masks with green faces and fangs in their hands.
"Princess, come with me."
He added.
"The king ordered it."
Yaoying was confused, followed Bi Suo out of the Wang Temple and walked into an alley with few people.
A carriage was parked deep in the alley, and the guards who drove the carriage had their faces covered and could not be seen.
Bi Suo motioned Yaoying to get on the bus.
She put on a grimace mask, stepped on the footstool and got into the carriage. The felt curtain was lifted. There was already a person in the carriage. She was wearing a monk's robe, sitting in the corner with a roll of parchment in her hand. The sleeve slipped off, revealing a string of Buddhist beads , solemn and solemn.
Yaoying was stunned.
The felt curtain was lowered, and the carriage swayed. She looked at Tamara and asked softly, "Master, where are we going?"
Tamaroka looked at the parchment in his hand.
"Today is the last day of the event."
He said without raising his eyes.
Yaoying's fingers trembled, her throat choked.
The carriage drove into the lively long street, and the noisy human voice penetrated into the carriage. Yaoying lifted the curtain and looked out, just in time to see the high-rise colorful booth and the maiko dancing on the stage, with their colorful sleeves flying and dancing poses. splendid.
She wore a mask, held her cheeks with her hands, and watched the singing and dancing on the stage.
Behind her, Tan Moraka turned his back to her and flipped through the review scrolls. In the downtown area, he was still calm, as if he could not hear the cheers outside.
I don't know how long it took, he read a letter of grievance against the nobles, rubbed his eyebrows, and flicked the beads with his fingers.
A clear laughter, like pearls falling on a jade plate, echoed in his ears.
His eyebrows moved slightly.
She is laughing.
Not only did he laugh, but his hands swayed gently with the rhythm, and his dress made a rustling sound, as if he was dancing.
Tamara Ka did not look back, looked down at the parchment.
He can't participate in her red dust, and can only use this way to let her see the songs and dances she missed.
She is happy.