In the 24th year of the Ming Dynasty, late at night in the wax moon, everything was quiet.

The eastern capital of the Great Xiangguo Temple, the red wall and green tiles, the palace and pavilion are saga, the cold silver glow is sprinkled, and the treasure temple Zen forest is solemn and sù mu.

A plum forest house in the northeast corner, the red plum is dark and fragrant, but there is no snow this year, the leaves of the trees are empty, but there is no trace of snow, it is inevitable to lose the interest, people say "there is plum without snow and no spirit", this place Ye Ye red plum, without frost and snow bullying, there is a little less arrogance of the thin frost of the cold branches.

Suddenly, a cold wind of hunting and hunting passed through the plum forest, and the lattice fan in the north of the house was blown open, and a wisp of cold incense hit, and the plum petal took advantage of the wind, floated into the warm pavilion, bypassed the paper screen, and swirled, and was about to fall into the purple bamboo couch, but was cut off by layers of gauze tents and fell to the ground.

Since An Xiping entered the palace at the age of eight, because he had a very blessed skin and a pleasing name, he was arranged to serve by the prince's side.

Today, the prince came to this great Xiangguo Temple to pray for the snow on the saint, in order to show his sincerity, he stayed overnight in the Buddhist temple, and he had to be vegetarian for three days.

Daxiangguo Temple since the Tai Zu, it won the royal worship, Tai * Zu said that "open the hall for the country", the emperor prayed for the Buddha, all here, so the northeast corner of the royal family opened up a courtyard elegant residence.

An Xiping was originally leaning on the side of the bed to keep vigil, but he was filled with a wit by the cold wind, so he quickly got up, bypassed the screen, and saw that the window was wide open, so he stepped forward and closed it.

And at this moment, in the green gauze tent, Liang Cheng, who was originally asleep, suddenly frowned, a pair of long eyelashes like crow feathers trembled slightly, as if falling into a nightmare, within a few breaths, a layer of dense sweat appeared on his forehead, and the eyes that were slightly upturned at the end of his eyes opened suddenly, and the black pupils were in a trance, as if he had not woken up, staring at the top in a daze.

After a long time, the pair of pupils finally focused, then widened, closed again, and opened again.

Liang Cheng didn't know where he was for a while, obviously he was still in the dormitory at the last moment, the poisonous wine pierced his intestines, and the severe pain was like a twist, but at this moment he was on a high bed and a soft pillow, and the bone-eroding colic was like a nightmare, and he disappeared when he woke up from the dream.

He sat up slowly, through the moonlight passing through the window, he could see the purple bamboo couch and plain green yarn under him, such a simple and elegant arrangement was definitely not in the East Palace, he gradually remembered that this was the Merlin House in the Great Xiangguo Temple.

How did he end up here?

It's a big dream? Is it a dream warning from the Buddha?

Liang Cheng stretched out his hand, looked at the lines of his palm, and his eyes touched the blood relics that were entwined with Xuanjin silk, and suddenly ...... No...... Not a dream!

He closed his eyes, his father's stunned and disgusted gaze, the empress's alienated and disgusted face, and Meng Liujun's hypocritical and contrived face, all of them were vivid, not a dream!

And what about him...... Was this rescued by someone?

Just when Liang Cheng was puzzled, the gauze tent was lifted, and a white and round face appeared outside the account, Liang Cheng set off a huge wave in his heart, and looked at An Xiping in horror.

"Your Highness, but you are caught in the cold?" When An Xiping saw the prince wake up, he thought that he was awakened by the cold wind, so he asked.

"Xiping......" Liang Cheng stretched out his hand, carefully stroked the side of An Xiping's face, and whispered in disbelief: "Xiping, you are still alive......"

Xiping's face was red, his Royal Highness was born good-looking, and he was so intently stared at by such a pair of smoke-like eyes, he was used to seeing this good skin, and he couldn't help but feel a mess in his heart, he lowered his head and asked, "Your Highness, is this a nightmare?" Slaves and maids naturally live. ”

Liang Cheng's fingertips touched An Xiping's white and tender cheeks, and the warm touch told Liang Cheng that Xiping, who was killed by a living rod in front of his eyes, was indeed alive......

What the hell is going on......

"Your Highness?" An Xiping even turned red in his neck now, and he sneered: "Your Highness, you will have to preside over the snow prayer tomorrow morning, so let's rest early." ”

"Pray for snow?" Liang Cheng was stunned, a thought flashed in his heart, he swallowed his saliva, and said softly: "It is already the wax moon now, the frost is dry, the rain and snow do not fall, and I am afraid that the buckwheat will not be abundant in spring ploughing in the coming year." ”

An Xiping hurriedly said: "Your Highness, don't worry, you will definitely be able to pray for the heavy snow for Daqi." ”

Liang Cheng's conjecture in his heart was confirmed, and he didn't know how to say for a while, and after a while, he patted An Xiping's shoulder and said, "Well, you don't have to stay here, just go to the compartment to make up for sleep." ”

An Xiping was about to say "I can't do it", but seeing Liang Cheng's expression, he had no choice but to retire aggrievedly.

After the surroundings were quiet, the green gauze tent was slowly lifted, Liang Cheng wrapped on the silver fox cloak, stepped barefoot on the cold floor, gently pushed the door open, the cold air was like a knife, rushing to the face, the knife penetrated into the bones, but Liang Cheng seemed to be unconscious, stepping out of the door.

There were two little eunuchs guarding outside the door, and when they saw Liang Cheng, they were so shocked that the sleepy insects were scared away, and they were about to kneel down to Dao'an, but they were stopped by Liang Cheng and waved back.

The two little eunuchs didn't dare to have any doubts, so they were silent and retreated without saying a word.

There is no snow on the ground, but the cold air does not decrease. The soles of his bare feet drilled into the flesh and bones, but it gave Liang Cheng a real feeling, he walked into the courtyard, and his eyes were the layers of plum forests under the faint clouds and light moon.

He actually came back, back to a year ago, it happened to be the wax moon in the depths of winter, and it happened to be red plums burning.

In this world, is there really such a thing as reversing reincarnation? Or is it the Buddha's rebirth of Nirvana?

If so, which way of God and Buddha did it to him, and why did he choose him?

As an ordinary person, he was afraid of crying with joy, but Liang Cheng was confused, as early as the moment he drank the poisonous wine, his heart was like water, he only felt that life was happy, and death was not painful, he had already let go of his obsession, did he want to repeat the previous life of trembling and walking on thin ice?

No......

Liang Cheng raised his head and closed his eyes, no matter why he was able to get this adventure, since he came again, he decided to stay away from the palace battle, and hoped that in this life, he would be idle and see all the mountains and rivers in the world.

And now is the time to break away from right and wrong.

In the 24th year of the Ming Dynasty, there was no snow in Gyeonggi for the first time in winter, and his father ordered him to pray for snow, but he didn't want to be three days later, and sure enough, heavy snow fell from the sky, avoiding the danger of early drought in spring.

Pray for snow tomorrow, and he will escape into the empty door in front of all monks and nuns!

The idea is certain, Liang Cheng couldn't help but let out a burst of suppressed laughter, and even walked into the plum forest quite happily, approaching a cluster of plum blossoms, and a wisp of cold incense penetrated into his nose, refreshing people's hearts.

He has always liked plums, around the dormitory, plum branches are all around, whether it is a small fine palace powder, or a green calyx jade butterfly, everything is planted, but here is a rare river sand palace powder, fierce as fire, there are several branches and bowls thick ancient plum, Liang Cheng on a whim, actually a flying body, climb one of them, will have long frozen purple feet into the cloak, cross-legged sitting on the thick branches.

Da Qi Tai. Ancestors immediately won the world, the talent of the world, the wisdom and mind are unparalleled, a chaotic lance can be defeated by thousands of armies, there was no shortage of grandmasters and masters under the command of the year, therefore, both the prince and the princess, all have been practicing martial arts since childhood, not seeking to be superb, aiming to strengthen the body, exercise the will, and be prepared for danger in times of peace.

The royal family also has two sets of internal skills that are not passed on, a set of Qiangang Sutra, strong and domineering, and the legend is too . Ancestor in the early years of the occasional get, supplemented by the mixed heaven lance method, you can be a husband, ten thousand people do not open, a set of Bodhicitta Sutra, but it is the Huijue Zen Master devoted his life to create, too. In his later years, Zu was injured by a dark disease, and Huijue gave this scripture to Tai. Ancestor, repair dark wounds, this sutra is long and soft, nourishing qi and prolonging life.

The Qiangang Sutra and the Chaotian Lance pay attention to qualifications, not every prince can learn them, and since the death of King Teng, both have been lost, and I am afraid that there is no heir in the world. This is also a point that Emperor Ming Yuan was criticized, the royal family of Daqi relied on this merit, and has always had a firm grasp of military power, and repeatedly refused to allow foreigners to pass outside, but in recent years, the Turks have frequently violated the border and harassed the border people, although each time they were beaten back by the imperial court, but there was no deterrent power that frightened foreigners.

On the contrary, the Bodhicitta Sutra can be practiced by anyone, but most practitioners stop at the fifth level and will never make any progress, and it is even more difficult to ascend to the heavens if they want to cultivate to the ultimate realm.

This scripture is divided into nine layers, Liang Cheng only practiced to the third level, and stopped at this heavy for two years, as the crown prince, he naturally does not have the energy to study martial arts, in fact, the royal family has always regarded it as a self-cultivation and longevity exercise, and does not take it to heart, after all, in the three hundred years since the founding of the Great Qi Dynasty, no one has ever practiced this skill, and even the highest is only the sixth level, which can be ranked among the second-rate masters, but it is still green and unchanged when people are due, which is also the secret of the longevity of people in the royal family if there is no change.

It's a pity that the royal family has never lacked sinister battles, and in history, there is no shortage of emperors in Daqi, but I don't know how many of them are not enough for outsiders.

Liang Cheng sat in the clusters of red plums at this time, sucking the weather on his back, drinking goblins, his heart moved, and there were signs of breakthrough in the realm that had not been allowed to enter.

His eyes were closed at this time, and he didn't notice that around him, a whirlwind of true qi gradually arose that would not have appeared, rolling up a series of plum petals, wrapping him in the middle, taking advantage of his cold and unearthly appearance, he was not like a mortal person.

And the blood relics on his wrist also flashed a trace of red, and then fell silent again, as if hallucinating.

I don't know how long it took, Liang Cheng finally breathed and finished his work, opened his eyes, those ink-like eyes were shining, how could he see a trace of confusion and despair, he actually broke through to the fourth level like this.

Liang Cheng suddenly felt that the whole body was comfortable, it was never more relaxed, was about to get up, he found a circle of plum petals under the tree, he was puzzled, was about to think about it, but was interrupted by a trampling sound on the broken grass stalks, Liang Cheng looked back, and saw a touch of moon-white monk's robe appeared in the depths of the plum forest, sparse shadows and horizontal oblique, people slowly wore flowers, majestic and dignified, Xiao Xiao Susu, the whole body was not stained with dust, as if Fang was hanging down from the clouds above the nine heavens.

After a gust of wind, the person who came raised his hand, casually grabbed a piece of plum petal that flew to his lips, and raised his eyes to look at Liang Cheng.

Liang Cheng was stunned, he finally knew what it meant to be "high-spirited, like Yaolin Qiongshu, naturally a foreign object in the dust".