Tonight is an unquiet night, in the deepest part of the palace, the crown prince Zhao Xuanyi is staying in a deserted hall, where is he still looking like a prince now, unkempt, muttering in his mouth, it seems that he is already delirious.
If someone listens carefully, they can hear the crown prince Zhao Xuanyi keep chanting, "I am the prince, I want to be the emperor, you dare to treat me like this, when I sit on the throne, you all have to die."
"Zhao Xuan is usually sober, sometimes confused, and no one knows what kind of state he is in later, maybe the prince has gone crazy.
This house in the depths of the palace, there are no guards to take care of, basically no one can approach here, except for the Taisho Emperor, only Wang Zhu, who has been with the emperor all his life, can get close, and the rest of the people are capital crimes if they set foot here.
The Taisho Imperial Palace is the most luxurious place in the world, but it is also the most dangerous place in the world.
The prince's gibberish that no one can?
Hearing this, in the second half of the night, the eunuch Wang Zhu dispersed the eunuchs who followed, and entered this area alone, stepping on the wet bluestone road under his feet by the faint light of the lantern.
Wang Zhu looked at the bright room not far ahead, and sighed, why did the prince suddenly become like this.
Pushing open the room, Zhao Xuanping had no strength and collapsed to the ground, Wang Zhu put down the food he brought in his hand, and shouted to the prince who was already like a madman: "His Royal Highness the Prince, Your Highness, eat." ” Zhao Xuanping may be really hungry, grabbing food and gobbling it up, where is there a royal child's style, and the appearance of eating and putting is not as good as a beggar now.
"Prince, don't worry, Your Majesty will cure you."
After waiting for Zhao Xuanping to finish eating, Wang Zhu left, and Zhao Zhao Xuanping stood alone outside the door again, and a line of tears suddenly flowed inexplicably from the corners of his eyes, because of what?
Wang Zhu returned to the Palace of Nourishing the Heart, Emperor Taizheng was still correcting many twists and turns, and looked carefully through the light, the temples of this emperor through the ages already had white hair, no matter how strong he was, he would eventually grow old and die.
The temple burns the tranquil carbon produced by Taisho Chao Nishishan, and there is a pleasant fragrance, but the night is very deep, and the cold is very strong, and no matter how much carbon is burned, it still has a coldness.
"Your Majesty, it's cold at night, so rest early."
Wang Zhu put a mink coat on Emperor Dazheng, and said with a worried look in his eyes, Emperor Dazheng pulled the coat and asked, "How is Xuanping?"
” "The situation is not good, the prince's mind is becoming more and more confused, his eyes are bloodshot, maybe, he can't live."
Wang Zhu told the truth, although this is very likely to make His Majesty sad.
"I am invincible in the world, one sentence can decide the death of tens of millions of people, but it can't save my son's life.
Wang Zhu, do you say that I have failed in life?
” "Your Majesty, the crown prince is now his fate, and His Majesty is invincible in the world, but this is the will of heaven, and the slave has the courage to say a word and conform to the will of heaven."
Emperor Taizheng didn't speak, just put down his hand and stood up, walked out the window, and looked outside when it suddenly began to snow again, "Xuanping liked snow when he was a child, and every time it snowed, he pestered me to build a snowman with him, and I would accompany him no matter how busy I was with political affairs." ” "It's a pity that since her death, Xuanping no longer likes snow, and he has become no longer close to me.
Later, he always did stupid things, wrong things, I criticized him, and slowly every time I saw me, his eyes were filled with fear and a hint of resentment.
I knew what he was afraid of and hated, but he didn't want to think about him being my son after all, how could I really be willing to do anything to him. ” The father stood silently, and in the distance in his sight, the crown prince Zhao Xuanyi seemed to feel something when he had just fallen asleep, and it was snowing.
He opened the door, and the night could not hide the whiteness of the snowflakes tonight, and the prince spread his arms, remembered his childhood years, and began to spin happily in the snow, laughing like a child, There is a scene of warmth and almost pathos, in the Santan Temple, Ling Yan sat on the water surface of the empty pool, surrounded by guards holding lamps to illuminate the surroundings, and then stood quietly by the pond water, in the snowflakes in the sky.
"I'm not stupid, I already know your identity, but I don't know how you can still remember that little bit of national feud after so many years.
Also, I'd love to know who told you to use the Skin Drawing Technique.
If you use this magic at your age, you will die if you use it twice at most. ” Not stupid, but feeling that his vitality was indeed gradually decreasing, he just stared at Ling Yan and wondered, "How do you know the art of painting skin?"
” "You don't need to know this.
If I say I can save your life, can you tell who?
Ling Yan was lying on the surface of the water, not touching a drop of water, this was the magic of the empty pool.
The people present were already commonplace, Ling Yan's voice slowly spread across the water, and Bu Yan's original expression was indifferent, and his face suddenly changed in shock.
The art of painting skin is exchanged for life, and more than 20 years of hard work can only be performed twice, and then it will slowly die, such as peeling off the cocoon, waiting for the process of death ordinary people will not endure.
Even if the monk is not stupid, he has recited the scriptures for so many years and said thousands of words to the Buddha, he is still afraid.
"How can you save me, the Buddha can't save me, how can you save me?"
"You don't need to know how I saved you, you just need to know that I can save you.
Life and death are only in your thoughts.
If you insist on dying, kill yourself.
After Ling Yan finished speaking, Fu Gui threw a dagger from his body and put it at his feet.
Not stunned, Ling Yan, who was still talking about the agreement with him just now, suddenly made such a decision, he was not afraid that he would really commit suicide?
Then no one in the world would be able to recognize that person anymore.
It's just that the matter revealed that he had no intention of being able to live.
"Why, do you think you can't find the person behind me without you?"
Ling Yan stood up, stepping on the cold but still not frozen, the rippling water surface walked towards him, looked at him, pointed to his head with a finger, and said gently: "I know a lot of things here, so I asked you not to beg you, but to save you."
But you always seem to doubt me, and in that case, you can die. ” "Don't worry, after you die, all the monks in this temple will die with you.
As for whether you will go to hell after you die or to the Western Heaven Elysium, which you yearn for.
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Actually, it doesn't matter, even if you go to hell, you can be like Jizo King Bodhisattva to surpass evil ghosts. ” Ling Yan's tone became colder and colder, the robe on his body was already covered with snowflakes, he didn't tremble, his body seemed to be fixed in heaven and earth.
Ling Yan picked up the dagger on the ground, slashed it across the face of the non-idiot, and blew a breath of cold air, "You don't seem to be scared at all?"
People in Buddhism are really not afraid of death, but it is really ridiculous to die for some illusory things. ” Suddenly, Bu Idiot fell to his knees, blood was flowing from his shoulder, and an extremely sharp dagger pierced his right shoulder, and Ling Yan let go of the dagger.
"Oops, my hand slipped.
I'm sorry, but I just heard that Buddhism has a kind of realm where Vajra is not bad, and I always thought that you were not obsessed with your superb Buddhism, but I think I have already learned it.
Now it seems that it should not have been learned. ” No longer has the calmness of the previous time, staring at Ling Yan viciously, this person seems to be a demon from Shura Hell, terrifying, not like a human at all.
"The monks are compassionate, why don't you want to sell a few catties of compassion to me?
I wanted to kill King Kong in anger, but I didn't expect to just kill a fake monk.
The more Ling Yan spoke, the deeper the chill in the sky became, and the snowflakes didn't seem to dare to land in front of him anymore, and they avoided it one after another.
"Kill everyone!"
Ling Yan left the temple, only the temple was full of blood and rain, and he was not stupid about the corpses of the five horses.
He had great ambitions, but he died before he could come out, and the monks in the temple resisted in vain, and finally had to petition the Buddha to kill Ling Yan, the big devil.
Hearing the curses in the sea of fire behind him, Ling Yan's heart was like cold iron, unmoved.
In the future, cruelty is a way to survive.
In the middle of the night, the flames were shining brightly, and the forbidden army was shocked when they saw the firelight, and they only heard the young adult say to himself: "I believe in the Buddha, but I don't believe in your Buddha, my Buddha will not lie to me." ”