Chapter 810 Someone Sends Off

Dali City

Palace

The noon sun hung on the highest place in the south, but it was not as hot as the flames, and under the shade of the trees in the green palace of Dali City, there was no trace of the little eunuchs who had been lazy in the past, and there were no figures of those forbidden soldiers and Ouchi guards, because they were all busy running for their lives.

The moment the news of the destruction of the city reached the palace, all the people went crazy. The panicked person started running out without even thinking about changing his clothes, as if not running would be a dead end. Before running away, the greedy people went to the palaces to collect some valuable objects and stuffed them into their arms, hoping that these things would bring some help to their future lives. The sane men returned to their rooms and waited quietly for that moment to come, knowing that they could not be slaughtered.

The corridor was in a mess, a slender figure walked slowly, no matter how bright the sun was, it couldn't take away the loneliness and depression of his back, the scenery was still so beautiful, but he was so sad.

Murong Changlan, the crown prince of Yan Kingdom, walked expressionlessly, he saw a horizontal knife on the ground that he didn't know who abandoned it and leaned over to pick it up, and then he seemed to have made a decision, turned around, and walked towards the main hall where the ancestral spirit seat was enshrined. There are many rankings in that hall, which are the spiritual seats of the emperors of the Great Shang Kingdom.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince didn't know that these people actually had no blood relationship with him.

The tip of the horizontal knife slid across the ground, and the sound was harsh.

Murong Changlan stood at the entrance of the main hall, and glanced back at the palace that he was most familiar with, the meaning in his eyes was very complicated, there was sadness, nostalgia, reluctance, and determination. He carefully read everything he could see, then walked into the hall and knelt down in front of the spiritual seats.

"Ancestors and Fathers......"

Murong Changlan knelt down and kowtowed: "A few decades ago, the Sui army broke through Yongzhou, the Great Shang destroyed the country, and my father escaped after a lot of hardships and re-established the country in Dali City. Erchen could understand his father's helplessness at that time, in order to continue the Great Shang, he had to grovel to the enemy country, and even regarded himself as the emperor, these humiliations were just so that the bloodline of the Murong family would not be broken. ”

"My father has done well enough, but he was born at the wrong time. Dayan is worried about domestic and foreign troubles, the ministers are not ministers, and the people are not the people, so that the king is not the king. The father has always wanted to revive the majesty of the Murong family, endure humiliation and develop national strength, and his son knows that he has done his best, but it is difficult to make a difference in such an era. The royal bloodline of the Murong family may be coming to an end today, it is the sons and daughters who are not filial, and they have reached the weak crown but did not add Ding to the Murong family, but ...... It is precisely because of this that Erchen does not have to make any cruel choices today. ”

"My father abandoned me, but I don't blame him."

Murong Changlan sat up straight, looked at the spirits above and said in a calm tone: "Father's cultivation is amazing, if you escape alone, you will still have a chance to get out, if you take me with you, it will inevitably be dragged down." As long as the father can get out, he should be able to make a comeback in the future. ”

"Now that my father is gone, someone in the Murong family must be responsible for today's national breakdown, so I'll do it."

Murong Changlan kowtowed again: "Erchen has had the dream of revitalizing Dayan since he was a child, so he doesn't like literature but likes martial arts, and always thinks that one day he can raise troops to the north to restore the rivers and mountains, and raise the majesty of my Murong family." has Lingyunzhi, but there is no opportunity to display his ambitions, twenty years have passed, and it is a regret in the heart of Erchen that he cannot shed his blood for the prosperity of Murong's family. ”

"Erchen, there are three major hatreds. One hated that the enemy country was too strong and Dayan was weak. Second, hating courtiers can not be the same as morality. Three hated themselves for being weak and embarrassed. ”

He raised his head and said slowly: "If the ancestors and ancestors have spirits, please bless my father and emperor to escape this catastrophe." On the day of the collapse of the country, the soldiers outside were still bleeding for the Murong family, and the men and sons of the Murong family did not dare to be reluctant. I only hope that in the next life, I will return to Murong's house, raise 100,000 soldiers, and break through Chang'an. ”

He kowtowed for the third time, then grabbed the horizontal knife on the ground and aimed the tip of the knife at his heart: "The country is broken, and people are dead." ”

As he spoke, he stabbed the knife into his heart.

At the moment when he fell softly, a depressed figure fell outside the main hall, and he happened to see Murong Changlan's body falling.

"No!"

The man screamed miserably, and then knelt down softly: "Lan'er...... I should have told you a long time ago, you are not a descendant of the Murong family, you have nothing to do with these people, it is your father's mistake, your father deceived everyone, including yourself, and you for this throne, if I had told you all this earlier, you would not have done such a stupid thing! ”

"Lan'er, why are you so stupid! If you die in front of these people's spiritual thrones, they will only laugh! ”

Emperor Murong of Yan Kingdom wailed and cried in shame, and sat on the ground, where did he care about the bright clothes?

"Wrong for the father!"

He fell to the ground and cried: "Wrong! As a father, you shouldn't have escaped alone, and if I had taken you with you, you wouldn't have done it. I hate it! ”

He struggled to his feet, stumbled into the hall, and glanced at the young body on the ground. He walked over to Murong Changlan's corpse, leaned over and picked him up, and walked outside the main hall. When he walked to the door, he turned around and brushed his sleeves, and a wave of internal energy rolled through, and the spiritual positions he was enshrined were blown to pieces.

"I've pretended to be enough, you people don't have to laugh at me, I stole your Murong family's country, and now I'll give it back to you."

He held his son's body and walked step by step towards the main hall.

"Lan'er, your surname is not Murong, your surname is Chen."

He said as he walked: "Being a father is not called Murong Shame, it is called Chen Yandong." The ancestral land of our Chen family is no longer in Peicheng, in a small village two hundred miles south of Yongzhou. You are from the Chen family, not the Murong family. ”

He said as he went, tears wetting his placket. After walking to the door of the main hall of the palace, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then smiled sadly: "Lan'er, you are dead, what is the point of escaping alive as a father?" I am guarding this country for you, and now, this country has nothing to do with us. ”

He put Murong Changlan's body on the dragon chair, then walked out of the hall, and came back after a while, carrying a large vat in one hand, which was the old wine stored in the imperial dining room, with a rich and fragrant taste. Murong Yan smashed the wine vat and spilled the old wine around.

Overturning the crane lantern in the temple, the fire soon spread and burned down the curtain.

He sat on the dragon chair next to Murong Changlan and watched the flames gradually rise.

"Actually, it's not that my father didn't think about taking you out of the palace to become a farmer, and giving you some farming skills instead of the way of the emperor, speaking of which, even the father didn't know what the way of the emperor was. As long as you are given time, after you inherit the throne, you will definitely make the Great Yan Kingdom become incomparable. As a father, I always believe that you will become a generation of bright kings...... Unfortunately, the Father did not keep that day for you. ”

"Original...... How you get it, you lose it. ”

Murong Yan curled up on the dragon chair and slowly closed his eyes: "Decades of wealth and glory are just a void. I gained so much, so I lost so much. The people of the Murong family, wait for me to go down and you will come to me to theorize, there is no Great Yan Kingdom in this world, in fact, there is no Great Shang for a long time. ”

Flames in the sky

The main hall was engulfed in flames.

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Micro-Concealment Temple

Fang Xie patted the white lion's forehead and let it land on the ground, and then walked into the temple gate. Speaking of which, this was the first place of Buddhism that Fang Xie stepped into. When he took refuge in Dali City, the great monk of mistake himself had several intersections with him, and at that time, Fang Jie's understanding of Buddhism was all in the monks in the Weipu Temple, not in the Dalun Temple in the Western Regions.

Now, the impression of the Buddha in Fang Jie's heart has completely changed, except for these people in the temple who have not changed.

Fang Xie now also believes that if the rules of the Western Regions Buddhism are followed, then the monks in the Weipu Temple are all rebellious. If the rules set by the first abbot master in the Weipu Temple are followed, then the current monks can be called fake monks...... This is all because there is a great monk in the Weipu Temple, who is a maverick to the point of becoming a monk but is in the red dust.

When Fang Xie walked into the temple gate, the two gray-clothed monks at the door were arguing, and there was no fear of the city being broken at all.

"The abbot said, when I meet a woman who catches my eye, I will allow us to go back and have children, I now take a fancy to the granddaughter of the Chen family in the alley, why do you say that I broke the rules and precepts?"

A little monk said seriously, seven or eight years old, pinching his waist, and the truth is in me. Another little monk is five or six years old, and his speech is still a little unclever: "The abbot said that when you look at her eyes, it means that you look at her and she looks at you and you are also pleasing to the eyes, and now you look at her and she doesn't necessarily look at you, why are you still vulgar?" ”

"Why do you say she doesn't like me?"

"It's because she looks at me better."

The seven or eight-year-old little monk was stunned for a moment, and then cried: "Have you ever thought about me like this, can we still eat and sleep together and chant together?" ”

Seeing him crying, the six- or seven-year-old little monk panicked and hurriedly stepped forward to wipe his tears: "It's a big deal...... It's a big deal that we ignore her, but I think it's more important that we don't break each other. ”

"Well, you mean what you say, pull the hook!"

Fang Xie couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, saying in his heart that this little concealment temple was really so shocking, he stopped to listen to the conversation between the two little monks, and laughed more and more brightly. The great monk who misled himself came out of it, and when he saw Fang Xie standing there, he immediately shook his head and sighed: "Turn around and take the two of them apart, that little girl's bright eyes and bright teeth were actually defeated by a man...... Alas! ”

Fang Xie Ha Lu Ha Da Lu smiled, hugged his fists as he walked, and said: "I've seen the big monk, thank you the big monk." ”

"Thank me for what?"

The great monk asked.

Fang Xie smiled: "I forgot, I just remember to thank you." ”

The great monk nodded: "It's good to forget, it's not good to remember." ”

Fang Xie knew what he meant, stepped up the steps and asked, "Is the osmanthus cake in the temple still so delicious?" ”

The great monk shook his head: "The one who made osmanthus cake went home ten years ago." ”

"For what?"

Fang asked.

The great monk said helplessly: "Because I sat at the door and cried, it was too pitiful for a person who was so good to pity himself that he didn't have a descendant, he looked scared and ran away that night." Alas, I didn't cry once or twice, why couldn't he see it so much? ”

In fact, those who cry have long seen it, but they can't see it when they see others crying.

"Great monks have great wisdom."

Fang Xie praised.

"What did you say you were here for?"

The great monk asked.

"Thank you."

"Empty-handed?"

"Uh...... I was in a hurry and forgot to prepare a gift. Next time, I'll bring some good gifts next time. ”

"Someone, send off!"