disguised holy monk

In the Holy Emperor's bedroom, the incense mist from the censer could not hide the bitter smell of medicine in the room. The man on the hospital bed was already emaciated. He was coughing heart-piercingly, and blood was overflowing from his lips.

There were no other people in the room, Nan Shuyu stood by the bed and just watched with cold eyes.

After a while, he finally said, "Brother Huang, are you okay?"

After Nan Shuxuan coughed, he felt a burning pain in his lungs. He lay down exhausted, let out a sigh of relief, and even laughed when he heard the words, but the laughter was dry and hoarse. He said weakly: "Ah Yu, do you think I really don't know what you've been doing behind your back all these years?"

Nan Shuyu didn't take it seriously, and said lightly: "So what if you know? Didn't you just drink that bowl of poison?"

Nan Shuxuan was a little dazed, without any rebuttal, he murmured, "Yes, I should drink..."

Even his beloved younger brother hated him, and there was no one close to him, all the relatives were betrayed, and he was alone...

He deserved to suffer these five years of suffering.

Nan Shuxuan had thought about it a long time ago, but now he analyzed it with him easily: "The situation in the world has stabilized now. I have Lin Yi in the court, Lu Yingheng in the military, and you. Although the prince is young, there are several of you. With support, it will not be a problem to stabilize the court."

He was relieved, the world he had promised would be peaceful and there would be no more wars.

Nan Shuyu also understood what he meant, closed his eyes slightly, covered the moisture in his eyes for a moment, looked at him again and said a little awkwardly, "Now, everything should be over, Brother Huang, do you regret it?"

Do you regret it? ... Do you regret using Xuan Qing when you were so ambitious?

Nan Shuxuan's eyes were in a trance, and through the gauze curtain in front of him, he seemed to see the man who was facing him in the attic a few years ago.

In ten years, if he had chosen to be the king of Xiaoyao San, wouldn't he be making tea and discussing scriptures with Xuanqing now?

"If there is an afterlife...if there is an afterlife..." Nan Shuxuan murmured and slowly closed his eyes.

Nan Shuyu was stunned, stretched out his hand to confirm for a moment, only felt his heart relax, and then became empty again.

He raised his hand to wipe a tear from the corner of his eye, walked out of the bedroom slowly, and said flatly: "The Holy Emperor has passed away."

……

The holy emperor passed away, and the new emperor ascended the throne.

In the night, the cold Lu Yingheng looked at the dead branches of the plum blossoms in the yard, and drank wine one sip at a time.The cold wind blew, bringing a pain in the knees.

The news spread quickly.

Yue Jingran, who has become the head of the family, added a bit of calmness to her pretty face. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he clapped his hands and sighed, "This Longevity Festival is going well. I didn't write this picture in vain. I originally wanted someone to send it to you." Congratulate him on his birthday. Now it seems that there is no need."

She lightly dropped the brush in her hand, and on the piece of paper was written "Early Reaching Bliss"...

This night, there are still many people who can't sleep, whether it's Wu Qichong playing the piano in the night, or Amaro playing chess in the Zen room; even Wanyan's family in northern Xinjiang, none of them thought of taking advantage of the chaos to attack the Southern Dynasty .

All these years, they have lived for that man's desire for peace in the world, otherwise, they really don't know how to survive this long night.

……

Under the sunlight, the sound of the Buddhist bells in Qingchan Temple reverberates in the mountains and forests, and the simple and majestic temples seem to glow on the top of the mountain.

Xuan Yuan later took in two more apprentices, both of whom were extremely gifted in Buddhism, and were given the names Wu Nan and Wu Ting.He would sit in front of Xuanqing's tomb for half an hour every day, telling him everything that happened that day in detail.

His eyes were slightly red when he watched inadvertently, he knew that the master was missing his uncle.

He also misses his uncle...

Today, Wuxin is tending the vegetable garden with Xuanyuan.

A little novice came running in, "Master presider, a monk came outside and said he wanted to return something to Abbot Xuanqing."

Xuan Yuan was stunned for a moment, thinking that Xuan Qing had fallen into the hands of outsiders, so he hurriedly said, "Please come in."

He put down the hoe, washed his hands and tidied up, and the man was also brought in.

The person who came was wearing a bamboo hat, and his robes of blue and gray coarse cloth were a bit worn out, but the young monk following behind was wearing brand new monk robes.

Before Xuan Yuan could speak, the visitor had already taken off the bamboo hat on his head, with a smile on his face, "Amitabha, how is Senior Brother Xuan Yuan?"

"Junior Brother Kongying?" Xuan Yuan was in a daze for a moment, the person who came was actually Kongying, his face was covered with traces of wind and frost, he probably wandered all year round, and his skin was the color of wheat.

Kong Ying clasped his hands together slightly, "It's me, the years make people grow old at the flick of a finger, I didn't expect Senior Brother Xuan Yuan to still remember me."

Even though he was dressed plainly and even a little shabby, the indifferent demeanor of the eminent monks around him could be clearly seen.

Xuan Yuan felt a pain in his heart for a moment, if his junior brother was still alive, he would probably look like this...

Xuan Yuan restrained his mind, and was a little concerned, "Junior Brother Kongying said, what do you want to return to Junior Brother?"

Kong Ying didn't hide it, and said indifferently: "The poor monk came to pay back the 'Bing Candle Theory' of Junior Brother Xuanqing."

Xuan Yuan was stunned for a while, his chest was sour, but his expression did not change, "If you want to discuss the scriptures with him, I'm afraid it won't work." He said and brought Kongying to a graveyard, and said lightly: "This is The tomb of junior brother's clothes."

"...What did you say?" Kong Ying stared blankly at the simple tombstone, and then at the gorgeous stone monument not far away.

After being attacked by Xuan Qing, he chose to travel all over the world to practice. He was still in the Central Plains area at first, but it was just a chance that made him go overseas.

Over the years, he has been preaching overseas, and he has seldom cared about the Central Plains.During this period, he was completely enlightened, and he already understood Xuanqing's indifferent state of mind at the beginning, so he didn't take that "return to discuss later" agreement to heart.

This time I came here, not so much to discuss the scriptures, as to visit old friends for many years.

Unfortunately……

Xuan Yuan roughly explained the cause and effect of the incident, and Kong Ying read the inscription again, feeling a sense of reverence in addition to sadness in his heart.

"Junior Brother Xuanqing, I am not as good as him." Kong Ying sighed, bowed deeply before turning and leaving.

Xuan Yuan looked at the tombstone without moving for a long time.

……

At the foot of the mountain, Kongying's little apprentice spoke awkward Central Plains dialect, "Master, is Master Xuanqing gone?"

Kong Ying paused, looked back at the half-hidden Qingchan Temple in the forest, and sighed slightly: "Yes, and no."

The little monk scratched his head in confusion.

A faint voice came from the front—"Although the skin is not there, Xuanqing is always there and will never disappear."