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In terms of bickering, He Jiayu is not Liu Wei's opponent, and when he turned around, Liu Wei said to her unceremoniously: "Although I don't worship the Bodhisattva, I have a heart to the Buddha as a conscience, unlike some people, who worship the Bodhisattva God and Buddha, and walk the charm and spirit." ”

He Jiayu couldn't take this at all, denying Liu Wei, it seemed that she was weak-minded, after all, Liu Wei didn't say that she was that kind of person, admit that Liu Wei was right, she was unwilling.

I had to pretend not to hear it, and turned around and talked to Yuan Weiwei about the pine shadow of Cangchi in Linggu Zen Temple, and the ginkgo biloba perched in the Xiaxia.

Liu Wei grimaced behind her, laughing so much that Sun Qingyang and Zhao Yaoying covered their stomachs. He Jiayu and Liu Wei must be guilty of eight characters, and the two will jingle as soon as they meet, but He Jiayu is still losing more and more bravely, and from time to time he has to provoke Liu Wei.

That enthusiasm is like Liu Wei pestering Sun Qingyang to talk about military letters, and he has no regrets after repeated setbacks.

The palace is lonely, if they are not so noisy, maybe they will feel that they have less fun, maybe after a long time, they will be able to quarrel with their feelings, just like themselves and them, they will inevitably get bored after seeing more, and they will miss it a little after not seeing each other for a long time.

Sun Qingyang tried his best to think about the good, they are all only eighteen or nineteen years old, how bad can they be? Hearing the Sanskrit sound singing in the monastery, she is more willing to use the greatest kindness to understand the thoughts of others.

Back in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, all the monks had already prepared the futon, and everyone knelt down and sat down to listen to Master Huijin begin to preach the Dharma and chant the scriptures.

Some listened with tears in their eyes, and some listened with drowsiness.

Sun Qingyang is the one who listens to it with relish, and there are many Buddhist principles that he doesn't seek to understand on weekdays, but as soon as he was explained by Master Huijin, he suddenly became enlightened.

After a while, outside the hall gate, Du Ruo looked anxiously on tiptoe to look inside, looking for Sun Qingyang's figure.

The only people who can listen to the scriptures in it are the masters of each prefecture and courtyard, and their positions are arranged according to their position and age, the first is the prince's concubines, and then the old ladies and ancestors of the high-ranking families. Like Sun Qingyang, who are young, in order to show the humility and courtesy of the East Palace, the crown princess asked them to go to the back and be with the daughters-in-law of the Wang clan in the capital.

Therefore, Sun Qingyang's position happened to be in the middle of the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

Du Ruo finally found her, bent down and bowed his head to quietly bypass everyone, walked to Sun Qingyang, and whispered a word to her.

Looking at the people who closed their eyes and listened to the scriptures, Sun Qingyang and Du Ruo tiptoed out.

Seeing Master Huiming standing in front of the Three Peerless Monuments, Sun Qingyang found that he was already more than half a head taller than himself, with black eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a deep and resolute contour from the side, even among the many smart and handsome monks of Master Huijin, he was still a very eye-catching one.

I don't know if it fascinated a lot of female pilgrims? Sun Qingyang thought narrowly.

As soon as she walked up to Huiming, she said in surprise: "Du Ruo said that you have news of Yunshi, tell me quickly." ”

Maybe because she grew up, Huiming was not as familiar with her as she was when she was a child, and smiled faintly: "You listen to me tell a story first." ”

If it weren't for the fact that although Huiming is a monk, he is still a man in the end, and he can't be like when he was a child, Sun Qingyang can't help but kick over, she thinks Huiming is joking with herself, "I'll listen to the story later, and tell me Yunshi's whereabouts first." ”

"The person who told me Yun Shi's whereabouts asked me to tell you this story, saying that if you hear it, you will naturally understand where she is."

"Okay, you can talk about it quickly." Sun Qingyang was anxious, but seeing Huiming's appearance didn't look like he was laughing with her, so he had to be patient.

The story told by Huiming happened more than ten years ago, after the death of Zhu Yuanzhang, the Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, his grandson Jianwen Emperor Zhu Yunwen ascended the throne. After ascending the throne, Emperor Jianwen took a series of measures to cut the feudal domain, seriously threatening the interests of the vassal king, sitting in Beiping, Kyoto, the fourth son of Ming Taizu Yan Wang Zhu Di raised troops to resist, according to the Ming Taizu law, if there is a traitor in the imperial court, the vassal king can lead troops into the king of Jingqin, in the name of "Qing Jun's side, Yasukuni is difficult", launched the "Jingnan Battle".

This war was fought from the first year of Jianwen to the fourth year of Jianwen, and after breaking through the Jingshi Jinling, the whereabouts of Emperor Jianwen were unknown in the war. In the same year, Zhu Di, the king of Yan, ascended the throne, and in the second year, changed the Yuan Yongle, changed Kyoto Beiping to Beijing, and the Beijing division was still located in Jinling, also known as Ying Tianfu, and Beiping was used as the accompanying capital.

In the third year of Jianwen, Geng Pingtao, who was less than five years old, went to the temple with his mother, eldest aunt, and second aunt to offer incense, and prayed for his grandfather Geng Bingwen, the eldest uncle Geng Xuan, the second uncle, and his father Geng Xuan, who were fighting abroad.

Because of playfulness, Geng Pingtao, who did not take a nap, let the two little guys accompany him to the mountain behind the temple to catch birds, and returned to the temple in the evening, but found that the temple was full of pilgrims and monks' corpses, he ran desperately, screamed, and even the two little guys did not keep up because they were afraid, he searched for his mother and eldest aunt and second aunt everywhere in the temple, but he couldn't find it anywhere, no one alive, no corpse dead.

Even the descendants of his family can't see one, born in a martial arts family, Geng Pingtao has not been afraid of the sky since he was a child, but the scene like a Shura field is enough to make a four-year-old child collapse.

Finally, tired and hungry, he sat down beside the pool full of lotus flowers, looked at the pool of blood, and began to cry.

A flash of sword light flickered in front of his eyes. The man who wielded the sword was a man in his early thirties, with a white face and a good look, but there was a gloom between his eyebrows, like the sword in his hand, very cold and sharp.

The man frowned, and instead of comforting him, he sneered and said, "A boy, isn't it a joke to cry like this?" ”

Geng Pingtao is the kind of child who refuses to admit defeat and refuses to make jokes, listening to his words, he wiped his tears, "Uncle, my mother and they are gone, can you help me find them?" ”

It was already a surprise for a four-year-old child to suddenly see a living person in the pile of dead people, and he didn't even think about how this person was here, why he dangled his sword in front of his eyes.

"Oh, you're asking me to help?" The man shook the tip of his blood-dripping sword in front of Geng Pingtao's eyes, and Sen Ran said, "Didn't you think that it might be me who killed them, and now, I want to kill you?" The cold back of the sword lifted Geng Pingtao's chin.

Geng Pingtao looked at him as if he was frightened, shook his head, and nodded again.

The man looked at the huge fear in his eyes and smiled, "Do you want to live?" Cut off your right hand with this sword, and cut out your eyes and tongue, and if you don't die, I will spare you. Well, spare your mother, too. ”

He didn't know who Geng Pingtao was talking about, but he was always among the women locked in the back room.

What they killed this time was a rebel and thief who mixed in with the pilgrims and pretended to be monks, of course, there were innocent people who were implicated, but the sword has no eyes, it is inevitable, not to mention that human life is like a mustard for him.

When I was cleaning up, I heard the child's cry and saw Geng Pingtao, but for some reason I didn't kill him immediately, but I had the idea to tease him.

He handed the sword to Geng Pingtao and stood on the ground, the sword was taller than Geng Pingtao's people, and when he held it in his hand, it was so heavy that Geng Pingtao staggered, and he was almost dragged to the ground by the sword.

Seeing Geng Pingtao trying to stabilize his figure, he bit his lip and turned his wrist to slash the sword towards his own right hand.

will stab down - when a scream.

The man knocked down the sword in his hand. Staring at the mutton fat jade pendant strung with the collar on his chest, "Your surname is Geng?" Is it Geng Xuan's son? ”

When Geng Pingtao heard him say his father's name, he thought it was his father's old acquaintance, and nodded happily, "Yes, uncle, do you recognize my father?" ”

A gloom appeared on the man's face, making his good facial features look a little hideous.

"I've changed my mind." He said expressionlessly: "I want you to be a monk, a little monk whose parents are dead and who is helpless." If you agree, I'll let your family go down the mountain at once." ”

Geng Pingtao agreed. I didn't promise that I and my mother would die, but if I did, my mother would still live.

Even though he was not yet five years old, he still knew what was more important.

He watched his heartbroken mother being supported by the maid and mother-in-law, and the eldest aunt and second aunt went out of the temple and down the mountain. The mother must have thought that he had been killed, and went to the temple to offer incense, but lost her son's life.

He saw the cruel eyes of the man next to him, like he wanted to tear his mother apart from seeing a flower. Geng Pingtao shuddered.

Naturally, he didn't know what the man was thinking: Geng Xuan, Gu Manqing, since my best brother married my most beloved woman, I will let you lose your most important treasure, let your son be a monk, and let you also taste the pain of loss. Let you go down the mountain today, and in the future, you will regret why you didn't die on this mountain.

Hearing Huiming's narration and seeing his painful expression, Sun Qingyang suddenly realized, "You are the little monk, Geng Pingtao in the story?" ”

Huiming was grief-stricken, "Yes, I am the grandson of Geng Bingwen, Marquis of Changxing, and the son of Geng Xuan, Shangbao Siqing. At that time, I was young, and I was able to remember the situation of that day, because the memory was too deep. Later, I learned that the man who forced me to be a monk with a sword was indeed my father's old friend, but he liked my mother and hated my father for marrying the woman he loved. The reason why he didn't kill me that day was just to let me know the tragic fate of my family one day, but I didn't even have a place to cry. ”

Hui Ming said hatefully: "Recently, I learned that that man not only let me and my parents live and die, but also impeached my grandfather in the second year of Yongle, 'clothes and utensils have dragon and phoenix ornaments, jade belts with red stalks, and blasphemy 'forced my grandfather, who is already seventy years old, to hang himself.' This is still not enough, and I also fabricated charges, and killed my uncle, Geng Xuan, the former military governor of Zheng Erpin, Geng Xuan, the second uncle, and my father, Geng Xuan, who was the secretary of Shangbao Siqing at that time, all killed, and the female dependents were used as official slaves, and the wives and daughters were given to others. It was only my poor mother's early death due to longing that she was spared this humiliation. ”

"Such a person is simply not a human being, he should be cut with a thousand knives, Master Huiming, don't worry, when I go back, I will tell His Royal Highness the Imperial Sun and find that person to avenge you." Since he can fabricate charges to impeach your grandfather and father, he will definitely be an official in the court, you don't have to worry, Master Huiming, you will kill him at that time to avenge your family. ”

Huiming closed his eyes, "No need, he is Chen Ying, the imperial history of the left capital that has been highly used by the imperial court, his cruel nature and ability to fight, not only my family, but countless loyal ministers who have died unjustly through his hands, finally evil has evil retribution, he has been guilty of death in the ninth year of Yongle." ”