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When the ordinary people in Beijing saw the emperor in the past, they only looked at it from a distance, and could only see a vague figure under the luxurious big crown. Now that Emperor Jingxi came on foot, the people saw the young emperor's holy face clearly.

Wei Xuan wore a big crown dress that was only worn on the most solemn occasions today. He was already tall and strong, and he wore this luxurious crown dress, which was even more powerful and noble, and the cliff was majestic.

He walked through the crowd, tiger stride, majestic. The twelve crests embroidered with silver thread on the Xuanyi glowed with a gorgeous and dull light under the autumn sun at noon, like a flowing star in the night sky; The golden crown on his head hangs long, the fine beads are shaking, the resolute and handsome face, the thin lips are hidden from time to time, the eyes are flashing, and the eagle eyes are as sharp as a sword, which makes people feel cold at the bottom of their hearts.

Seeing the emperor at such a close distance, everyone felt that the young emperor was really a dragon and a phoenix, like a god. The two strands of the view trembled, shaking like thunder, and for a while I just wanted to bow and worship.

As this small group of honor guards walked by, the commotion of the crowd immediately fell silent, and suddenly they fell to their knees. People didn't dare to breathe, let alone look at the young emperor who was as mighty as a god.

Wei Xuan didn't care about the spontaneous kneeling of the people around him, and strode through the crowd without paying attention, walked to the front of the torture platform, and walked up with his feet raised. Jin Ze and Su Xia followed, standing beside the emperor. The guards quickly stood in a circle around the torture platform, facing the crowd. Be on alert.

The attendant placed a high chair beside the emperor on the torture table. Wei Xuanzhen took his sleeves and took his clothes, sat down on the chair, and said in a low and calm voice: "Let's start." ”

Four tall executioners carried a monk in a robe to the execution platform.

The monk was not tied and did not wear a flail. The wide gray robe on his body was blown by the autumn wind, and he was wrapped around his body, revealing his thin body under the clothes. Master Zhicicada is only about forty years old, and he was born with upright eyebrows and a solemn appearance. Torture is about to be inflicted. His face was also calm and peaceful, with a look of resignation and compassion. He glanced at the kneeling people under the torture platform and pronounced a Buddha name: "Amitabha Buddha, all living beings are equal, why do you need to kneel?" ”

This Buddha horn was loud and compassionate, and the kneeling crowd in the audience immediately became agitated, got up one after another, and bowed to the wise cicada.

Zhi Cicada folded his palms and saluted. This is not the end of the ceremony. The two executioners stepped forward and dragged Zhi Cicada to tie him to the torture pillar as quickly as possible. The blade flickered, and with a few brushes, the robe was broken into pieces, and the gray butterfly was blown away by the autumn wind. Chi Cicada's emaciated body was all exposed.

The monk's body is also a man's body, and all the ladies are afraid and ashamed when they look at the thin and grown male body, but no one dares to avoid looking at the person on the torture pillar. No one dared to look at the imposing emperor in gorgeous clothes on the torture platform, but everyone knew that the emperor's eagle eyes, like cold stars in the night, were staring at everyone. The tyranny of the emperor completely overshadowed the compassionate feelings of Buddhism.

An executioner shouted to the audience: "The punishment of a thousand knives for the demon monk." Execution begins! ”

As soon as this shout fell, the short scimitars in the hands of the two executioners quickly slashed out, accompanied by blood beads, and cut off two pieces of flesh from the thin and bony body of the cicada. Bright red blood immediately draped down the body like red silk.

The pain made Zhi Cicada's body twitch uncontrollably, but Zhi Cicada's expression was still calm, he closed his eyes and chanted the sutra in a low voice.

The audience heard that it was a whisper, and the subdued Buddha sound was the "Diamond Sutra".

The knife in the executioner's hand kept slashing. The flesh and blood on the monk's body fell to the ground, but the Sanskrit sound of the chant did not stop.

Wei Wan turned pale with fright when the executioner stabbed her for the first time. She instinctively turned around and wanted to leave the execution table, but was grabbed by Mrs. Lai. Weiwan struggled and whispered, "Let me go......"

Mrs. Li's face was also pale, but she whispered sternly: "Stand here!" Do you want to be disrespectful? ”

Wei Wan couldn't help but look at the emperor sitting on the torture platform.

I saw that under the blue sky and white clouds, Emperor Jingxi leaned on the armrest of the high chair with one elbow, sitting motionless in the chair, and the corner of the night was like a corner of the night, flashing countless cruel and cold star eyes.

Wei Wan only felt dizzy and involuntarily fell down...... But he fell into a strong embrace, and heard a clear and low call in his ears: "Don't be afraid, I'm here...... Are you okay? ”

Wei Wan's heart suddenly calmed down. It was her husband's voice, the one who protected her and loved her.

Wei Wan looked up at Dongfang Yi's handsome and soft face, looked at his concerned eyes, and choked up: "Yaozhi...... I'm going home, take me home. ”

Without waiting for Dongfang Yi to answer, Mrs. Li shouted, "Shut up!" Even if you want to die, don't invite the disaster of killing and exterminating the clan for the Dongfang family! ”

Weiwan suddenly sobered up, she no longer insisted, only buried her head in her husband's chest, and no longer looked at the tragic scene in front of her. Dongfang Yi hugged his wife tightly, and covered her ears with his big hands, so as not to disturb Weihuan with the increasingly weak chanting voice.

Zhi Cicada's body has been cut off many pieces of flesh, and the voice of the chant scripture trembled slightly.

The chanting Sanskrit sound with pain and trembling makes the listeners all feel sorry. I don't know who under the torture platform shouted with a crying voice: "Master! This sound caused a spark to ignite, and more people cried. Suddenly, someone shouted; "Your Majesty, keep people under the knife! Your Majesty!! ”

With this shout, dozens of people in wide clothes and big sleeves suddenly poured out of the crowd, the leader was full of white hair, long beard fluttering, and a face was as ruddy as a child, and someone who knew him whispered: "This old man is ...... Hanzi, a famous man of this dynasty! ”

Han Zi's name is Han Xiao, a great poet of this dynasty, although he is the last to be a scholar, but the peach and plum are all over the world, there are many noble people among the students, and his prestige is even more famous in the world. When he shouted, he immediately led some people to shout: "Your Majesty, please think twice!" ”

Han Zi took the dozens of scholars to kneel under the torture platform, and said with tears in his eyes: "Your Majesty, Master Zhicicada has been promoting Buddhism for many years, and he is dedicated to the Buddha, how could he do such a rebellious thing as trapping and killing the Emperor!" Please suspend your sentence for retrial. ”

Wei Xuan raised a hand.

Although the executioners did not look back, they seemed to have eyes behind their backs, and when Wei Xuan's slender big hand was slightly raised, they immediately stopped and faced the prisoner, like a stone carving of mud, motionless.

Wei Xuan looked down at Han Zi and a group of students, did not speak, and the silent coercion seemed to have substance, making the people standing want to kneel, and the kneeling people could not stand up on the ground. The air also seemed to be stagnant, and the only sound in the howling wind was the weak chanting of the cicada.

After a while, Wei Xuan said: "Are you doubtful? The low, ornate voice was calm and unwavering, without the slightest emotion.

Han Zi lay on the ground and said, "The old man doesn't dare, I'm afraid that His Majesty is also deceived by others." ”

Wei Xuan said: "I'm deaf? ”

Han Zi was confused for a moment and was stunned.

Wei Xuan said: "Say, am I deaf? Blind? ”

Han Zi said: "Your Majesty is deaf and clear-sighted. ”

Wei Xuan said gently: "How do you think that I have been deceived? ”

Han Zi was stunned for a moment before he said, "When the saint is still missing, Your Majesty." The old man is willing to protect his life, and Master Zhicicada will not do that kind of thing that violates the compassion of Buddhism. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.