"Thank you, Imperial Princess." Yunfu bowed down, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were clear, and he was still a colorless heart without waves, but it seemed to be something different.

But suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a pilgrim by the incense altar, and her heart jumped violently: "That's ...... Meixiang?! ”

I subconsciously looked at the past. It turned out to be a believer who had just gone up the mountain, and he was twisting incense and praying to the Bodhisattva, but his incense seemed to be homemade, and his whole body was red and bright, like blood.

"Minions are stupid. I also hope that the teacher will solve the doubts, if the incense is burned, my Buddha can fulfill my wishes? Noticing the movement of the two, the pilgrim also looked at it, and two fires were puffed up in his pale eyes.

I put down the sweat of the vest. Zhengse: "My Buddha is compassionate." Although there are idiots in the folk to offer incense, it is by no means the Buddha of my Wanshan Temple. Childe is afraid that he has gone to the wrong place. Please. ”

Unceremoniously gave the order to evict the guest, and the tip of his eyebrows rose with a faint vigilance and pity.

After all, the evil of this technique is the path of Shura that even the Bodhisattva does not cross.

Life-incense. Cut your own flesh and twist it into incense. There is a folk legend that worships the Bodhisattva with this incense, and the Buddha can fulfill all wishes, even if it is difficult to reach the blue sky, with his back to the light.

But the price is, life. The incense of life is to exchange one's own life for a wish, and whether it is true or not, this statement is too weird and is avoided by the world.

"That'...... Where should a bodhisattva who can fulfill the wish of a slave go? The man muttered, stroking the strip of white cloth wrapped around his arm, which was sunken down, and it was evident that a piece of flesh had been stripped away.

He sighed unbearably: "This is not the right way, I am afraid of bad fate." Childe didn't know where to listen to the crooked method, or it was better to turn back. ”

"Heh, the right way? Then please tell me, what is the right path? The pilgrim raised his head sharply and looked straight into his heart, his eyes mocking like that of a fallen madman, "The right way is the plaything of the mouths of those in power, but it never belongs to the common people. ”

This is very straightforward and harsh.

couldn't help frowning: "Childe has encountered a grudge that is difficult to extend?" You might as well tell the poor nuns, the poor nuns have some dealings with the nobles in the palace, and maybe they can help you. ”

The pilgrim shook his fingertips, pinched his flesh-cutting arm, and laughed weirdly: "Heh, redress your grievances? If that sinner is the master of the Imperial Palace, can the master also help me apply? ”

I was stunned. Yun Fu next to him was thoughtful and seemed to understand something.

The pilgrim burst into laughter, and the bitter laughter seemed to come out of his heart, and the bones were sour: "You can't, you can't!" Saying that I am a Buddha with compassion and purifying sentient beings, jokes!! It is the life of those in power, and where does it matter whether our people live or die!! ”

Immediately, the pilgrim staggered down the mountain, and with each step, blood oozed from the white cloth strips on his arms, and the bright red all the way was shocking.

I looked at his back from afar, silent. Yun Fu had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and exclaimed: "Ah, the slave remembers who he is!" In the past, he was on an errand with the Imperial Doctor's Department and sent him a decoction! Yes, Lu Rong, the little guard who opened the palace gate, Lu Rong! ”

The pilgrim who offered incense, that is, Lu Rong, stepped on the blood step by step, and the sunlight of May, walked into Shengjing, exclaimed in surprise and disdain along the way, he turned a blind eye and heard it, just stuffed his head, pursed his mouth, his face was stiff, and stopped in front of a big Zhumen house.

He gathered his shirt and knelt down, not saying a word, blood dripping from his arms.

There was already a small servant who reported such a terrifying visitor, and on the top of the two jade carving pixiu high steps, Shen Gui, Marquis of Pyeongchang, looked at him with his hand, and his eyebrows were gathered into an inverted eight.

"Slave Suzaku Gate guard, Lu Rong. Dongzhen, the maid of the medicine palace, died unjustly, and hoped that the marquis would uphold justice. Lu Rong spoke, bowed down, and slammed his head on the cold brick floor with a dull sound.

Originally, after listening to the first half of the sentence, Shen Gui felt that he was afraid that he was a little guard who had been wronged, and he also wanted to stand up for him, but after listening to the second half of the sentence, let alone say it, he immediately made a straight face and drove the man out with a loud voice.

"Go to Dali Temple to redress grievances! The old man is the Hou Mansion here, no matter what! Go, go, go! ”

"Dali Temple, the Criminal Department, the Beijing Bureau, and even the Imperial Petition. All the slaves have been declared...... All of them were beaten out without exception...... People don't care, then the Buddha cares, the slave twisted the incense, but Wanshan Temple said, the Bodhisattva doesn't care......" Lu Rong didn't raise his head, his shoulders trembled coldly, and his voice was hoarse, "Mr. Tianji, the sage who was invited by the sage six times out of Beijing can always take care of it, right?" ”

Shen Gui was in a trance for a moment. Mr. Tianji, these four words, he rarely hears people call him like this now.

He used to be a hermit in the Wuthering Mountains and Forests of Bamboo Branches and Mango Shoes, and he wrote 3,000 books and planned thousands of miles, and was known as a great sage, because the grass house where he lived was named Tianji, and the historian wrote that he was nicknamed, Mr. Tianji.

Zhao Yin, who was still the right minister, heard of his reputation, and the king of the hegemony needed a strategist, so he went out of Beijing and entered the mountain six times, and finally invited Mr. Tianji to come, which became a big arm on his imperial road.

The change of the country and the emperor came to Kyushu. When the dust settled, the "Mr. Tianji" became a gorgeous official robe without any dust, and he was buried in the folds and temples all day long, "Marquis of Pingchang".

"You may be right. Mr. Tianji will take care of it, and the Marquis of Pyeongchang ......" Shen Gui laughed self-deprecatingly, "I can't take care of it...... I'm sorry. ”

He has become a bird with broken wings in a golden cage, a dog on a chain under the throne, a slave who worries about the anger of the Son of Heaven all day long, and follows in the footsteps of the old general.

What's more, Dongzhen's matter, the people don't know, the people in the bureau know that even the East Palace has been admonished, but they were still driven out, and the other people want to talk more, isn't it hitting the tip of the knife.

Lu Rong raised his head, his eyes were red, and he laughed bitterly.

"Ridiculous, ridiculous! One by one, they are full of social and people's livelihood, and they all claim to be virtuous and wise for the people, but in the face of the evil that everyone understands, they pretend to be confused and pretend to be dogs with tails!! Is it the fear of the king, the loss of life, or the death of a common people, like ants in your hearts, does it matter!! ”

These words are too blunt and unpleasant. scolded to the red heart, and the words were rubbed on the face.

However, the surrounding onlookers were silent. Although his face was unbearable, he buried his head more and lowered it.

Yao Bao's notoriety is all over Shengjing, even if it is a beggar by the sewer, he knows that the palace maid must have died unjustly, but the above half a word is not mentioned, so it can be seen that there must be a university question among them.

Shen Gui naturally knew it. He listened calmly, but turned around with guilt but resolutely: "Scold, I took it, but I don't accept this case." Please come back. ”

Bang. The red lacquer door was closed, and the people were scattered, and they didn't even have the courage to watch the excitement, and Lu Rong was left alone, and the blood on his arm and the blood in his eye sockets flowed down together.

Suddenly, a hand helped him up, and there was a sound in his ears: "They don't care, I care." ”

Lu Rong looked over in a trance, and through the blood mist in his sight, he could vaguely discern a face with a scruffy beard, and behind the messy flowing black hair, the two pupils were surprisingly bright.

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