"Knock-knock-" A melodious bell rang, Zhou Renyuan slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on a simple bed, with a large "Zen" character hanging in the room, and the windows were all hollowed out of wood. "How could I be in a meditation room, was I saved by a monk?" He couldn't help but wonder, Zhou Renyuan remembered that he worked overtime late on Saturday, it was about half past ten in the evening, and it was rare to see a few pedestrians on the road in the cold winter of Layue. A person riding a bicycle across the river bridge, but saw a woman fluttering in the river, shouting for help, about to sink to the bottom of the river, Zhou Renyuan relied on his good water nature, the coat did not have time to take off, he took a deep breath, a fierce man jumped into the river, the coat soaked in the water, it was much heavier, and finally swam to the woman's side, but it was also a little tired, who expected that the woman felt that someone swam to the side to survive** After a pause, he hugged Zhou Renyuan hard, Zhou Renyuan couldn't pull the woman's hands in an instant, and the two of them sank to the bottom of the river with a grunt, but they heard the sound of brakes on the bridge in a trance, and someone shouted for help in the noise, and they didn't know anything behind-

Zhou Renyuan came back to his senses and was about to get out of bed, suddenly there was a pain in his chest, and he touched his chest, "Why are the clothes so silky?" and then looked at it, and was startled, how did he wear a long shirt, and the material of the long shirt is still relatively expensive. Tearing open the long shirt, the chest is still wrapped in a white cloth, and there are faint blood stains. "Oh my God, what's going on," he wanted to cry out about his throat, but he couldn't make a sound. At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a small novice entered: "Donor, are you awake?" Xiao Shami hurriedly ran to the door and shouted, "Master, master, hurry—hurry—the seriously injured benefactor has woken up!" A rush of footsteps came from a distance, only to hear a low Buddha call: "Amitabha Buddha blessed the donor, finally woke up!" Zhou Renyuan raised his head slightly, and what caught his eye was an old monk with white hair, kind eyebrows, kind eyes, and eyes that were particularly bright and deep, without the turbidity of the elderly. The old monk saw that Zhou Renyuan seemed to be struggling, and hurriedly pressed his body and said, "Donor, lie down quickly, it's not child's play to move the wound. "Master, where is this, why am I here?" Zhou Renyuan asked in a hoarse voice. The old monk was about to speak, only to hear a cry outside the door: "Little prince, little prince, you have finally woken up, if you have a good one, how can I explain to the princess and princess-woo-woo-" came in, and a little guy looked like he was crying and howling, and limped to Zhou Renyuan's bedside, "Little prince?" Rajah? Princess?" Zhou Renyuan was shocked, could it be that he had crossed over? Sweat welled up on his forehead, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "——? are you?" Now it was the little girl's turn to sweat, and he hurriedly asked, "Why don't you know me, little prince?" I'm Mozhu!" The old monk on the side also raised his eyebrows when he heard the three words of the little prince, and then he was not shocked. At this time, Mo Zhu had already turned sharply in front of him, and knelt on the ground with a thud: "Master, Immortal, please take a look at my little prince, what's wrong, why don't you remember me?" He cried again. The old monk hurriedly helped Mo Zhu up and said: "It's okay, it's okay, the old man has already seen the little prince, but the brain impact is not serious, I can't remember it for a while, it's just that I was injured and just woke up, as long as you keep reminding him, you will slowly remember it after a few days with him!" Change the medicine first, after changing the medicine, you can talk to the little prince!" After hearing this, Mo Zhu was still a little apprehensive in his heart, but he had no choice but to follow the old monk's suggestion, Xiao Shami and the old monk helped Zhou Renyuan change the medicine, said a good life cultivation, and came to see him tomorrow and went out.

The old monk returned to his meditation room, picked up a sword on the table, took it out, and took a look, with the word "Longquan" engraved on it, and a faint blue light appeared, it was indeed a famous sword. In fact, this sword, the old monk took it from Zhou Renyuan, and he had already seen it several times. He knew that the identity of the owner of this sword was not ordinary from the day he saved Zhou Renyuan, but he didn't expect that the owner of this sword turned out to be a little prince. In fact, the old monk didn't have a good impression of the princes of these court clans, and even had some disgust. Although he has long jumped out of the Three Realms of Red Dust and has long since gotten rid of the three thoughts of greed, hatred and ignorance, seeing that the people of the world are living in difficult conditions and wars for many years, his compassionate heart is also powerless. In desperation, he could only make good connections, often give some food to the poor people nearby, and he himself relied on his advanced medical skills to give people free medical treatment. The people in the vicinity call him "the living Bodhisattva", and even the people in Qingyuan County, which is thirty miles away, know it, so many good men and women come to his small Baoling Temple to offer incense. But if today, the thieves come around, there are fewer and fewer people who make incense, this little prince is injured by the thieves at the bottom of the mountain, it is said that a small group of thieves have appeared near Qingyuan County, whether his small Baoling Temple can escape the military disaster is not known, and now the little prince who saved the court is even more uncertain, thinking of the old monk's heart here.

On the other hand, Zhou Renyuan has already known from Mozhu's non-stop narration that he is now called the historical Emperor Zhu Youlang of the late Southern Ming Dynasty, and it is now the thirteenth year of Chongzhen (1640), he is still the fourth son of Zhu Changying, the king of Gui, and there is an elder brother named Zhu Youying, who is the third son of King Gui, and the son died early, so in the future, his elder brother Zhu Youying will inherit the title of King Gui (because Zhu Youying is now the eldest son), Zhu Changying and Zhu Youying are not in good health (in history, Zhu Changying was 48 years old when he died of illness, and Zhu Youying was about 29 years old when he died of illness) And Zhu Youlang is only sixteen years old this year, but he has loved knives, guns, and sticks since he was a child, although he has no guidance from a famous teacher, but he has also practiced with the martial artists in the palace to be physically strong, and the weapons of the eighteenth class can still be used one by one, and the general four or five big men can't get close. His father, Zhu Changying, saw that he liked martial arts and didn't love literature, and there was no way, so he gave him the Longquan Sword on his sixteenth birthday not long ago. This time, Zhu Youlang and Mo Zhu were sent to Zhu Changying's behest to escort the silver taels of Hubei Qianzhuang back to their fiefdom Hengzhou, Hunan (now Hengyang) Because I heard that the peasant army Li Zicheng's team had attacked Hubei, I didn't expect to encounter six bandits under the Baoling Peak in Qingyuan County, Hubei, intending to humiliate two women. The leading bandit is very strong in martial arts, and fortunately, this Longquan sword is extremely sharp, when the leader stabbed the knife into Zhu Youlang's chest, Zhu Youlang's Longquan sword slashed with a backhand, cut off the big knife that stabbed into his chest, and wiped the leader's neck, and then when he fell, his head hit the stone on the ground and fainted. And Mo Zhu was stabbed in the leg by the leader in the previous fight and fainted in pain. When he woke up, he saw himself lying in a meditation room, and a little novice told him that Zhu Youlang was sleeping in the meditation room next door, and his chest was injured, and he had been drugged by the abbot of the temple, and his life was no longer hindered, so he was relieved, but he didn't dare to tell these monks Zhu Youlang's true identity, Mozhu was taken by Zhu Youlang's side, and it was also because of this little guy who was very clever, after a few days of observation, it was found that these monks were really saving them, and when they met Zhu Youlang today, they had woken up, and their emotions that had been suppressed for a few days exploded, so they confided Zhu Youlang's true identity in Zhu Youlang's meditation room.

Zhou Renyuan listened to Mozhu's narration silently, but his heart turned over the river and the sea, "I saved the girl Zhu Youlang in the water, and saved the beauty in the mountain, God really knows how to joke!" Now that I am Zhu Youlang, am I going to be killed by Wu Sangui before I am forty years old? (Historically, after Wu Sangui surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, he forced the Burmese king to hand over Zhu Youlang, and then hanged Chinese New Year's Eve at the age of thirty and nine) How could I travel to this calamitous late Ming Dynasty, and there are still 4 years for Li Zicheng to enter the city of Beijing, and my cousin of the emperor in the Forbidden City in Beijing will hang himself on the coal mountain, and then Wu Sangui will descend to the Qing Manchus to enter the customs to establish the darkest dynasty of feudal centralization in Chinese history, and the common people and ministers are all slaves of the emperor, and there is no self-esteem at all. Then closed off the country, derailed from the world, and finally became a last-class country. Thinking of this, Zhou Renyuan couldn't help but scold, "**", "Little prince, what did you just say?" Mozhu asked. "Nothing! You go next door to rest, I'm going to rest, hard work for you, Mozhu!" No, it's not hard, it's not hard, little prince, I didn't take care of you, if you have three long and two short, I might as well die!" Mo Zhu shed tears again, "This kid is loyal to me," Zhou Renyuan sighed, waved his hand, motioned for Mo Zhu to leave, and slowly closed his eyes, he still had a lot of questions to think about. Mo Zhu saw that he really wanted to rest, so he dragged a wounded leg and gently left the meditation room, closed the door and returned to his room, his injured leg has been almost healed after a few days of treatment, the knife fortunately did not hurt the bones, the old monk's medicine is really spiritual, and the new flesh has grown, but I don't know when the little prince's injury will heal, the old prince and the old princess are still waiting for them in Hengzhou, "Hey-" Mo Zhu also sighed, lay on the bed, and fell asleep.

Zhou Renyuan lay on the bed but couldn't sleep (Zhou Renyuan already knew that his identity as Zhu Youlang could not be changed, although he gradually accepted this reality in his heart), until the third watch, he fell asleep, dreaming that more than 300 years later, his parents, girlfriend and the girl who fell into the water, he wanted to hug his parents, he felt that his parents were so close to him, but he couldn't catch him, he desperately grabbed with his hands, wanted to shout, felt that his chest was blocked by something, and burst into tears, but he couldn't make any sound.

At this time, on January 22, 2014, Nanjing's TV station broadcast a news: "Last night, a woman fell into the water on the bridge across the river, and a young man jumped into the river to save people after finding it, unfortunately both of them were missing, this morning, the salvage boat salvaged and still did not find the two, the frogman dived into the bottom of the water to search, but found that there was an ancient tomb at the bottom of the river, identified by archaeological experts, this tomb is a joint burial tomb of husband and wife, with a history of more than 300 years from today, and according to the description of sporadic witnesses last night, there was an inexplicable white light at the bottom of the river, and our station will follow up and report ——"