Sixty-ninth floor.

Zhao Xiangling's face turned pale and he could barely stand. However, her demeanor symbolizes the luck of the southern country, even if she can't stand, she has to carry it.

What kind of guys who are full of food and have nothing to do come up with such a way to toss the emperor? Zhao Xiangling's eyes were soaked in sweat and couldn't be opened, so he simply closed his eyes and continued to kneel mechanically.

There is a spirit in the sky, and a thunderbolt comes to kill the emperor, and everything is fine.

Zhao Xiangling closed his eyes and muttered, kneeling and sighing. Now halfway up the stairs, the people below can't hear her, they can only see that her robe is irregular and her movements are not standardized.

Because her eyes were closed, Zhao Xiangling almost stepped on her robe several times, but fortunately, there was a celadon with a gift lamp next to her to remind her.

Celadon followed Zhao Xiangling two steps behind him, standing sideways, not facing the Buddhist gate. She was the only female official to keep up, and her purpose was to light the way to heaven for His Majesty.

Rao is that she doesn't need to kneel down, the clothes on her body are lighter than Zhao Xiangling, and they are already sweaty, and her hair sticks to her head, sticky and uncomfortable.

Dizzy for a while, Zhao Xiangling looked at the white light of the sun above, and said loudly: "Celadon , how many layers are there?" ”

The music is too loud, not loud, and you can't hear it clearly, even if you stand closer.

Celadon also shouted: "Your Majesty, there are still the last eighteen layers." ”

Eighteen floors? Zhao Xiangling whimpered, it turned out that he was still struggling at the bottom of the eighteenth layer of hell.

What to do? Climb!

Even dragging and rolling, Zhao Xiangling closed his eyes and knelt again, smelling a little mint fragrance in the air. Faintly, it seems to be there, but on this ladder, not to mention mint, there is not even a shadow of the tree, where does this fragrance come from?

So she shouted again: "Celadon, have you smelled anything, such as floral vanilla and mint fragrance?" ”

Celadon Ying: "It was sent by Lord Zuo Xiang last night, saying that it is not easy to be found in the lamp, and His Majesty will not suffer from heat stroke." ”

Zhao Xiangling suddenly fell silent. She didn't complain about the leg pain anymore, and she didn't murmur a word again.

It's him again, her life can't get rid of his shadow, everywhere at all times!

On the ninety-ninth floor of the stairs, after the ceremony, Zhao Xiangling turned around, and heard that the ceremony was just over, and the ministers below shouted again, and bowed: "Long live the emperor, long live, long live!" ”

Zhao Xiangling raised his hand and motioned for them to be flat. Turn your head, and the plaque of Youmin Temple is right in front of you.

At this moment, in the woods outside, a black-robed man stood on the main trunk of the locust tree, leaning on a branch that had been peeled off, twisting a leaf and playing with it in his hand.

He looked up at the noon sun in the sky and said softly, "She should have arrived." ”

Zhimu showed a smiling face from a branch below: "Master, since you are worried about Your Majesty, why don't you go today?" ”

Li Ruiqing pursed his lips into a line and glared at him.

"Master, my subordinates heard that His Majesty sent someone to find Sun Siye a few days ago." Genmu sits on the top ten intelligence networks of the Shadow Pavilion, and it is not a false rumor that he knows everything.

"So what?" Li Ruiqing snorted.

Zhimu tilted his body and said with a smile: "Master, Sun Siye is the son that the girls in Beijing talk about the most, and he is more than you...... Several times? Your Majesty has grown up with him, and his friendship is probably better than yours...... Several times? ”

"Get out." Li Ruiqing waved his palm, slapped the wood off the tree, and turned his head to ignore him.

Taking two steps back, he smiled and put his hand on the trunk next to him: "How is it?" The master has spoken to me, should you hand over your bet? ”

A man loomed from behind the trunk, and Shiliu took a gold leaf from his pocket and threw it into the wood's hand.

Xiang Mu shook it and laughed: "Shi Liu, I know that your money is best cheated." ”

Shi Liubai glanced at him, and continued to lower his head and lean against the trunk of the tree, striving to be no different from the trunk.

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Zhao Xiangling turned around, and ten novices walked out from behind the door, bowed respectfully and said, "Your Majesty is safe." ”

Zhao Xiangling raised his hands and put them on his chest, and also bowed: "Little masters, please lead the way." ”

The southern kingdom advocates Buddhist rituals, so the status of monks is very high, even Zhao Xiangling has to be polite to them. However, it is limited to Youmin Temple.

Even, just in Youmin Temple...... Outside.

Picking off the hot tiara and throwing it to the celadon at the back, Zhao Xiangling untied the robe and walked inside: "Xuanyi? Old man Xuanyi? ”

The monks all bowed their heads, and no one dared to stop Zhao Xiangzero. The latter unscrupulously pushed the door open and broke into the back compartment of the Buddha statue, and saw a young monk wrapped in a gold-sand robe with his back to her, and smelled a strong smell of roast chicken in the air.

"Tut-tut-tut." Zhao Xiangling jumped forward, sat on the tuanpu opposite the monk, raised his hand to support his head, and said with a smile, "Old man Xuanyi, long time no see?" ”

The monk called the old man Xuanyi looked very young, about twenty or so, with eyes like a clear spring and a nose like gall, and he was born with a good appearance. Of course, if he can wipe the oil off the corners of his mouth.

Holding up a chicken leg, he took a bite and said vaguely to Zhao Xiangling: "Today's chicken is just right, do you want to taste a little bit of it, Your Majesty?" ”

Stretching out two fingers, Zhao Xiangling took out a piece from the casserole in front of him, threw it into his mouth, and frowned: "It's really unpalatable." ”

But out of respect, she swallowed the chicken anyway.

The celadon who caught up sat next to Zhao Xiangling, opened her robe for her, disposed of the worn wound on her knee, and applied medicine to bandage it carefully. After retiring, Celadon stepped aside and began to record His Majesty's itinerary with a booklet.

"If it's unpalatable, don't rob me." Xuan glared at her, took the whole pot away, and his big eyes almost rolled up to the sky.

Zhao Xiangling wiped his hands and smiled: "Don't be so stingy, next time you come to my palace secretly, I will invite you to eat good things, which is more delicious than your chicken." ”

"The evil spirit in your palace is too heavy, it's not a place where a pure-hearted person like an old monk wants to stay, Amitabha, good, good."

While he was good, he didn't forget to lick his fingers, and he was amazed.

"Pure heart and few desires?" Zhao Xiangling smiled and pointed to his pot, "Can a person with a pure heart and few desires covet his appetite? . ”

"Your Majesty is the king, and you must not speak vulgar words." Xuanyi wiped his hands, sat upright, folded his hands, his eyebrows were kind, and he really had a bit of a monk's demeanor. Of course, if he can take the pot of roast chicken on his table.

Celadon bowed his head and recorded: At noon, Your Majesty burns incense and respects the Bodhisattva. Master Xuanyi accompanied him and explained the truth of Buddhist scriptures.

Zhao Xiangling grinned: "Since I am a king, I have to reduce expenses, why don't you start with Youmin Temple first?" I think Master Xuanyi has the heart of a bodhisattva, and he will definitely support him. ”

Youmin Temple is different from other temples, the former holds the official silver to undertake the incense in the palace, and the latter relies on folk pilgrims.

Xuanyi clasped his hands together, recited a few words of Buddha, and said sincerely: "Your Majesty is also true temperament." ”