At the beginning of the day, people are determined.

A carriage with a bamboo-blue curtain stopped in front of the Mingde Temple, and no one came out.

The shadow of the bamboo forest in front of the door is swaying, the moonlight is icy, and the birds are not singing.

A lantern hung in the corner of the carriage, a string of bells swaying in the wind, making a crisp "jingle bell" sound, the bell sounded slowly, and then someone appeared at the door, the transparent corner of the clothes embroidered with warp and weft clear white thread, blown up by the cold wind, raised high and gently fell. The white cloth shoes stepped on the blue-gray steps, like a lotus blooming, one step at a time, the sandalwood was scattered in the wind, and the black agarwood beads hanging on the palm of the tiger's mouth swayed for a while and stabilized.

The lotus mirror stood in front of the carriage, her eyes were cold, her hands were folded, and she bowed her head slightly, and the pink lotus flower in front of her seemed to be in full bloom under the moonlight.

His voice was clear and cool, like holy water in a jade bottle in the Buddha's palm, and like sandalwood burning alone, warm on the outside and cold on the inside.

"Lord Nalan, visiting late at night, what is the so-called?"

"Hehehehehe!" A light and hearty voice came from the carriage, full of air and full of comfort, "Master Lotus Mirror, I have admired the name for a long time!" ”

Nalan Sili, opened the curtain and jumped out of the carriage, he was wearing a pine-blue robe tied with a scholar's hair bun, and a cyan square scarf was used to wrap the bun, and appeared in front of the door of Mingde Temple late at night in such a low-key regular clothes, what is the so-called thing? I'm afraid it's clear at a glance.

"Lord Nalan, Your Majesty has already returned to the Ideological and Political Palace, I'm afraid you're too late."

Lianjing stood five steps away from him and spoke quietly, her voice did not fluctuate, her face did not fluctuate, there was a little indifferent compassion between her eyebrows, her overly feminine appearance made him look indistinguishable, and her smooth head reflected some moonlight, which made people's attention unintentionally focused on his head.

"Thank you Master Lotus Mirror for the reminder, but I'm here at the right time." Nalan Sili turned around and looked up at the moon in the night sky, and then moved his gaze to the Eighteen Hutong area some distance away, where the lights illuminated the sky, like a warm light box, the orange-yellow halo dyed into a light yellow cloud, like seeing flowers in the fog, and the bright moon in the sky became the mirror moon in the water.

"The master has been practicing Hongchen for more than ten years, and there must be something magical in the place he passes through, so I'm afraid I've seen strange things, I have always had a question." Nalan Sili looked at the lotus mirror and asked him with a smile, "Do you believe in fate?" ”

Lotus Mirror rarely laughs, his emotions seem to be a handful of burned incense ashes, already dead, not making waves or freezing, and those who face him will also feel that he is very far away, his hand is untouchable, and the answers to the questions asked are thorough.

The people felt that he was the closest person to the Buddha, and they worshipped him and knelt down on him.

However, there is a man in this world who does not think so, and that person who was originally standing on the edge of a cliff has now jumped off the cliff.

Lianjing sat on the top of the cliff, opened his eyes and closed his eyes, and he saw a tall pine tree growing from the place where the man had jumped, and the pine branches were thick and strong, and he caught the person who jumped down with a hugging posture. There is also a red plum tree next to the pine tree, and a cold and slippery poisonous snake is wrapped around the plum tree, and it spits snake letters with its mouth open, and there are clouds and mist in that place, and the clouds and mist are swirling, and the mountain wind is blowing, and one day here will see the morning sun through the clouds.

Do you believe in fate?

Why ask?

Is it expecting fate? Or are you dead set on fate?

The wind passed between Lotus Mirror and Nalan Sili, the bamboo shadows were mottled, and the bells were crisp and ethereal.

"Life is not for faith."

Lianjing replied to Nalan Sili like this.

"Hahaha!" Nalan Sili was smiling, this man who is forty and seven this year has been treated well by the years, there is no trace of time on his face, and his spirit is relatively young, surrounded by a strong bookish atmosphere, like a green pine on the post, clear and clear, tenacious and upright.

"Master Dharma Lotus Mirror, it really lives up to this name, and the Void Master Xitian Youzhi should be satisfied."

Hearing this, Lianjing folded his hands and slightly bowed his head and recited a Buddha verse: "Amitabha, Nalan Shi's words are slightly biased, the six roots of the monk are pure, and the meaning of satisfaction is that there is nothing, and the poor monks do not enter this realm." ”

After saying this, Lianjing raised his steps and turned around and gave way to the steps behind him, he stood at the bottom of the steps with low eyebrows and compassion, and his words were as calm as water.

"There is a river in the west, the white lotus blooms in the center all the year round, a wooden boat from the south to the north to transform the destined people, the remnants of the oar, the cultivation of the human body, the fall in love with the pure white lotus, the white lotus has no desire and no thought, after dying evil thoughts, turned into a drop of tears, fell in the filth, the soul of the wooden boat is hard to guard the forgotten river, the water of the yellow spring, the stubborn stone of the three lives does not engrave lotus tears, falls to the bottom of the yellow spring, the Buddha nature is gone, forming a mirror, and the lotus of innocence shines alone."

"Three thousand years of annualization, three thousand years of vain, the recklessness of life, the wheel of fortune, all slaves, the star of the night, burned with blood, this is a human being."

"Lord Nalan, don't force it, don't care."

After saying these specious words, Lianjing stood silently in a corner, and the wind blew the corners of his clothes, raising a transparent cloth with clear warp and weft, like snow and ice.

Apricot forest Buddha's hand, wandering indifferently.

This is the lotus mirror.

With the most gentle strength, but also with the most indifferent heart.

"Thank you for the master's advice, I, a worldly person, will have a lot of trouble tonight."

Nalan Sili glanced at the lotus mirror deeply, then retracted his gaze, stepped on the steps and walked into the Mingde Temple, and entered the palace from the Mingde Gate on the west side of the Mingde Temple, and met Li Jin, who had been waiting there early, and the two took advantage of the hidden darkness of the night to walk back to the Ideological and Political Palace.

And the lotus mirror disappeared without a trace, just as he did when he appeared.

In the ideological and political hall, the eldest grandson Qian has not rested, the candle in front of the desk is always bright, he sits on the chair and flips through a booklet in his hand, on which someone writes full of words with a scribbled and sonorous momentum, the beginning of the handwriting is very imposing, but at the end it suddenly constricts the airway into a straight, but every word is very beautiful, especially the vertical in the strokes, like a sharp sword, split on the paper, awe-inspiring.

Another simple and heavy long sword was respectfully placed in the middle of the desk, the hilt of the long sword has turned blue and black, reflecting a soft glow in the light, as if it had been held in the hand for many years, walked through many places, seen a lot of scenery, and experienced a lot of battlefields, lonely and lonely on the table that was also sharpened by the master, the scabbard is white, and the lines of the waves are finely carved on it, its power is turbulent, and broad and broad, there is the momentum of Kunpeng leaping above the nine heavens, The wind blows on the waves, bloodthirsty, cold, heavy, fluttering and shaking.

"Your Majesty!" Naransili called softly.

He saw the long sword placed in front of the emperor, and also saw the booklet that the emperor was reading, and there were tears hidden in his eyes that had always been clear and clear.

"Getaway...... Maritime Sword ......" Nalan Sili said the names of the two objects, his tone choked up for a moment, and then forced it down, and continued to try to pretend to be relaxed, "Don't care. ”

"Wechen met the lotus mirror at the gate of the temple, and the master called Wechen, saying that there is no need to care about fate."

Sighing, Nalan Sili said, "He definitely doesn't want Your Majesty to indulge in sorrow, this world still needs you to raise your whip, it is not easy at home and abroad now, Your Majesty, you should look outside." ”

"Luming."

Eldest Sun Qian called out Nalan Sili's trumpet, and his tone was a little sad, "You said I did this, right?" ”

"Your Majesty!"

When the eldest grandson Qian asked Nalan Sili this sentence, there was a deep sadness in his voice, the emperor of the world was remembering a deceased friend tonight, his voice was hoarse, his eyes were slightly red, he was middle-aged, and he was more and more nostalgic, he looked at the old sword on the table, held the old book in his hand, and his mind was shaking.

"Your Majesty! Now the Eighteen Hutong area has been tense! Guan Xing has already appeared, Fu Weiren and the Zheng family boys are here, Dongyun Ouyang Fu and Ji Lingren and Nan Chu Lin Ruphantom have already joined forces, at the time of success or failure in this extreme crisis, you must not be arrogant, nor can you retreat in the middle way, the champion of the Yan family has also sneaked in, Your Majesty! ”

"Weichen, Weichen hopes that you will make a decision as soon as possible, Dongyun's momentum in Shengjing should have been allocated a long time ago, and the alliance of Guanqiu is not unbreakable, Weichen believes in Guanxing!"

Changsun Qian put down the booklet in his hand, he got up from the chair, and he had already recovered into the emperor of the world who sat on the throne, calm and introverted, unfathomable city, and deep gaze.

"Teacher, when you taught me to learn national policy before, you once said that you must rely on your heart to govern the country, and policy is just a tool for the situation, and I have always believed in it until I lost my closest friend, and the powerlessness and helplessness at that time were the nightmare of my life."

He looked straight at Naransli, then looked out the window to the southwest.

"There is a person in Qingxia Mountain who has always resented me, but I am powerless to refute, now that the mountains and rivers are turbulent, I think it is better to take him down, and I can talk freely again when I see him in the future."

The eldest grandson Qian turned his back to the window, his expression was solemn, and the emperor was domineering and majestic.

"Lu Ming, go ahead, I am waiting for your good news in the Ideological and Political Palace."

"Yes! Wechen Naransi obeys the order! ”