Because this is a prosperous area, and this is a blue sky and white day, since they stopped at the gate of the Qingjing Temple, there have been many people who have stopped for this, looking over and whispering. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After all, the gate of this pure mosque has not been opened for decades, and people are used to the closed door, but they think it is quite unusual for someone to open the door.

Qi Nian heard the sound of the door closing, so he looked back, but only heard the guard shouting outside the door: "The emperor has ordered that the door must be closed during the visit of Miss Seven, and if Miss Seven wants to come out at any time, knock on the door." ”

This was not a deliberate embarrassment on the part of the guards, but it was ordered by the emperor himself.

There was still a glimmer of hope in his heart, after all, no matter how smart Miss Hua Qi was, she was still just a little girl, and she would always be a little scared alone in this huge strange Buddhist temple, so she would not touch his bottom line, and maybe she would come out early.

Besides, because the Qingjing Temple has been closed for a long time, the sudden opening of the temple will definitely cause the people to watch, which the emperor absolutely cannot allow.

It's just that he underestimated Qi Nian's courage and determination, even if her nerves had collapsed at this time, but the truth was just waiting to be revealed, how could she retreat.

And just looking at the emperor's worried appearance, she knew that this path was the right one.

If she didn't guess wrong, the prince Zhaowen, that is, the husband of her aunt, was not executed by the emperor, but was locked up in this uninhabited pure temple.

Although this speculation seems bold, she is not a guess, but there is real evidence.

Of course, these credentials are the result of her careful collection of clues in Changle City for more than a year, unless Li Jinjian, who has been paying close attention to her from beginning to end, can get a glimpse of it, no one will know that the Seventh Miss of the Prime Minister's Mansion and Prince Xianzhaowen, two unrelated figures, have such an inextricable relationship.

Maybe Hua Zhang will also know a thing or two in the future, after all, he knows Qin Moxian's identity very well, and naturally knows the blood relationship between their mother and daughter and Prince Zhaowen's crown princess Murong Wanshuang.

Just when no one could understand why Qi Nian gave up such a bright future and plunged headlong into the sea of swords and fire without hesitation, at least Hua Zhang knew in his heart that this matter was not completely unrelated to his daughter.

Putting these aside, Qi Nian stood in the courtyard of the Qingjing Temple, looking up at the seven-story stupa that rose from the ground in a solemn and pure manner.

All the secrets are hidden in this mysterious and secluded stupa.

Qi Nian stared like this for a moment, and then lifted his skirt and walked up the high steps, step by step very firmly and straight up.

I didn't pay much attention to it when I just passed through the hall, but I felt that this Buddhist temple was very elegant, and even the statues of the gods and Buddhas were carved very amiable, but not like the temple next to them, in order to obtain the pious awe of the believers, the Buddha statue was deliberately shaped into a hideous face.

But in retrospect, the futon left under the Buddha statue was a little old but clean, and it was neatly placed, and even the oil lamps enshrined on the incense table were wiped spotlessly.

Look at this layer of pagodas, in addition to the first floor of the four sides are still enshrined Buddha statues, the second floor and above are some places to put things, I think that when the Qingjing Temple was still a national temple, there are few people who are qualified to step up to the second floor and the above floors.

Qi Nian glanced at it roughly, the second and third floors should be the scripture pavilion, and the bookshelves inside can be placed on the ten thousand volumes of scriptures, and they are very neatly organized, and even the ground has no dust.

In this way, she can be even more sure that this pure temple is by no means as uninhabited as she saw at this time, and it seems that the emperor still has respect for this ancient national temple, even if he deliberately abandoned it, but he never neglected to desecrate it.

Four or five floors up is the Treasure Pavilion, all kinds of Buddhist treasures are either hidden in a small wooden box and locked firmly, or placed on the bright surface, exuding a shimmering light that is smooth and transparent, extremely attractive.

After all, these things are taken out casually, they are all priceless treasures, and in the eyes of a vulgar person like Qi Nian, isn't the whole thing shining like a mountain of gold and silver.

But without hesitation, she passed by the treasures, and only went up to the sixth floor.

From the first to the sixth floor, it was completely different from downstairs, and even Qi Nian, who had already been mentally prepared, couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

The whole sixth floor was empty, and the whole floor was not divided, and at a glance it was in full view, with empty walls on all sides, a few minimalist objects placed against the walls, and the monk in a gray robe who was meditating with his back to her.

Qi Nian looked at the thin but very straight back in a daze, and his throat suddenly felt as if it was blocked by something, and he couldn't even say a word.

She stood at the top of the staircase and hesitated for a long time, but at last she stepped on the dustless ground, and went straight behind the monk.

In order not to be abrupt, Qi Nian only stood still behind the monk, and said with difficulty: "This master, Xiangfu Huayu Xiao took the liberty to come and ask to see the master's true face. ”

The monk obviously knew that she was behind her, but he was not surprised at all, and his body did not move at all, but said gently: "The benefactor should not have come here, and the poor monk is not a master. Please go back to the donor, don't get into trouble in vain, then the gain will outweigh the loss. ”

He is in the Buddha's gate, but he knows everything about Hongchen in his heart, either he has not fully entered the Buddha, or he has already surpassed the Buddha.

Qi Nian is gambling, betting that he still can't let go of the past, and betting that although he has been guarding this pagoda for decades, he was not willing at the beginning.

So she only turned a deaf ear to his words, but she was silent for a moment, and then said indifferently: "If the predecessor is not a Buddhist master, he has another identity. If Yu Xiao didn't guess wrong, you are Prince Zhaowen. ”

Her words are not in doubt, but in full affirmation.

Sure enough, the monk couldn't help but sigh when he heard this long-lost title, and then put his hand on his knee and slowly stood up by the futon.

Qi Nian had only seen his true face at this time, this was an extremely compassionate and old face, because he had not entered the world for many years and had little contact with people, he had an extremely pure temperament on his body, which was a feeling that was almost never felt in the world.

It was precisely because of the influence of this temperament that Qi Nian ignored his original appearance, and only felt reverence for him from the bottom of his heart.