In the small Zen room, a monk in a blue and gray robe sat cross-legged, with a solemn appearance, and the compassionate monk in his previous life overlapped tightly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Song Changqing gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, it seems that Yuan Hui is still the same Yuan Hui.

"I thought I would never come, but I didn't expect that person to be ...... too"

Song Changqing sat down on the futon in front of Yuan Hui, looked at the green smoke of sandalwood in front of him, and said a word, but he couldn't say it anymore.

What is the dream that Xiao Shaoyun said......

Monk Yuanhui seemed to fully understand what he meant, and there was a helpless smile in the corners of his eyes:

"At that time, I just thought about sending you back, thinking that people like you who died for the community could change everything...... But I didn't expect you to have a time when you were disheartened, I never thought that you would cheapen others for nothing, in this life, there are too many variables, and I can't see the way forward at all. ”

"I used to have no regrets, but when my Song family was destroyed and the world was in chaos, I actually regretted it...... Do you think I'm nosy? They can't give birth to a healthy prince, so they can't give birth, whatever they do, when they get old and die, sooner or later they will have to face this problem, the Xiao family's country, what am I doing so desperately? What if Xiao Shaoyun is the last one? There is no King Jin, and there is also King Ning? They are all the descendants of their Xiao family, as long as all the people in the world are safe, what kind of heart do I have?"

Song Changqing now really thinks that it is really stupid to force Empress Xiaoyuan to death in his last life, and the emperor is really not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry.

Yuan Hui's round face was smiling mysteriously: "King Ning, King Jin, are not." ”

"What do you mean...... In the end, who will the world fall into?"

Song Changqing couldn't think of anyone else who could suddenly come out and take over the world, the first emperor only had three sons, and King Ning and King Jin did not inherit the throne, so who else could there be?

Yuan Hui smiled meaningfully, and was silent for a long time before shaking his head: "The Buddha said, don't say, don't say, if he can still rise in this life, then I will recognize him as the destiny of heaven." ”

Song Changqing waited to hear the ending of his previous life, but he didn't expect this monk to start playing tricks again, and he was so angry that he grabbed the teacup in his hand and was about to throw it over: "You bald donkey, you started to play tricks on me again, is it possible that you are a monk, can you still rebel?"

"Rebellion is absolutely impossible, but it is my Buddha's promise to add fuel to the fire. Yuan Hui dodged while continuing to argue: "Changqing, Xiao Shaoyun is a person with a treacherous and uncertain heart, and his actions are completely disorderly, you will not enter the court in this life, although you are wise to protect yourself, but you have lost the opportunity, after you arrive, who will turn things around?"

was put in a high hat by Yuan Hui like this, but Song Changqing didn't care: "Without me, there will always be others, and it's not without me Song Changqing, the sky is about to fall, I don't want to care about anything in my life, just watch the play, you just tell me, Dixing, are you still there?"

Song Changqing stretched out his hand and pointed at it, which was the direction of the palace.

"Amitabha!" Yuan Hui suddenly looked down, got up with a solemn face, walked to the door of the meditation room, pushed open the door, and stretched out his hand to point from afar, but it was the direction of the Soul Summoning Platform in the west of the city.

"It has set off a bloody storm, depending on the high platform is more important than the world, 100,000 people, life is like ants, if the emperor can still be favored by God, then God is really blind!"

"100,000 people, life is like ants...... The ants are still stealing their lives, but what will happen to them?"

Song Changqing looked in that direction, and he was also puzzled, even if it was difficult to build a hundred zhang high platform, 100,000 people, but it was too powerful.

Yuan Hui's always kind eyebrows and eyes suddenly burst into murder: "This station is a variable, the original non-human can do it, on the day of the stage, it has been made with the blood of the emperor, and after that, the killing will only be more serious!"

"Are you saying that these 100,000 people are not used to build a high platform at all, but to use it for blood sacrifice?!" Song Changqing's heart was shocked, he had lived two lifetimes, he had never seen such a heartbreaking thing, no, no, throughout the ages, no emperor had done such a thing!

"It's not certain now, but the demon beside him must be removed, Changqing, are you willing to do this?"

Yuan Hui's eyes were full of murderous intent, but he had a righteous face: "Changqing, the burden of the world, I don't force you, but I can only entrust this matter to you!"

Song Changqing had already recovered from the shock, took a deep look at this monk who had been different from people since he was born, and finally nodded: "You are in the Buddha Gate, and you are still concerned about the common people, and I am in the red dust, how can you really let go?"

"Changqing, in the previous life, the person who regretted it was not just you......" Someone finally took over this big event, Yuan Hui seemed to be relieved, but the eyes looking at the green mountains were even more vicissitudes, "After you died, the capital was in chaos, I walked out of this Beishan Temple, out of the capital, all the way south, walked through the mountains, flowed across the long river, what did I see...... The devastated mountains and rivers, the starvation and death are everywhere, the people are crying out in sorrow, there are wars and displaced people everywhere, burning, killing and looting, and bandits are rampant...... That was the most terrifying sight I've ever seen!Changqing, I regret that I didn't stop you, I thought you were just doing what a courtier should do, so I finally tried my best to make everything happen again, but I didn't expect that it would still be like this......"

"How did Empress Xiaoyuan die, do you know?"

This is the question that Yuan Hui has always been most puzzled with. The death of Empress Xiaoyuan in the previous life opened a troubled era, but in this life, he didn't have time to do anything, Song Changqing didn't even enter the court as an official, why did Empress Xiaoyuan die?

Song Changqing and Yuan Hui were as clear as ever at this point: "I also wondered, how did Empress Xiaoyuan die...... In my previous life, I forced her to death, and Xiao Shaoyun went crazy and began to slaughter ministers, but this time, Empress Xiaoyuan was assassinated, but until now, he has not dug three feet into the ground to find an assassin...... I think that if he really had the dream in his previous life, then only he knows how Empress Xiaoyuan died......"

Yuan Hui suddenly looked at the direction of the conjuring platform in a daze, and for a moment it was like an initiation: "Conjuring spirits...... Rebirth...... In his previous life, they gave birth to five sons and three daughters, none of whom survived, and if he knew about his previous life, he would not be reconciled...... He wants to let Empress Xiaoyuan die, and then summon the spirit...... Finally, rebirth!"

Yuan Hui understood everything in an instant, and his heart was full of anger: "He actually has such a calculation, he is still using the lives of all the people in the world to fight his own calculations!"

"Empress Xiaoyuan's death, was he responsible?" Song Changqing was completely stunned: "How is it possible...... How could he come up with such a ridiculous idea?"

"The demon, it must be the demon beside him!" Yuan Hui gritted her teeth, and couldn't wait for a moment: "Changqing, you go down the mountain immediately, that demon road, if you don't get rid of it for a day, the people will be restless for a day!"

"Then Xu Chenghuan, will he really be reborn?" With Song Changqing's understanding of Xiao Shaoyun, if he wasn't sure, he wouldn't have done this.

Yuan Hui resolutely shook her head: "No, never, today, I personally recited the mantra for her and exceeded her!" )