The glory of the third world is now yesterday, and two lines of turbid tears are on Gong'e.

It's a pity that the people of Li are not dead, and they are ashamed of their homeland like a prison.

Zeng Meng broke the formation and passed on the golden watch, and secretly remembered Peng Nu's string horns.

Waving his hand to the north, he went to the south of the Yangtze River.

On the day he left Jinling, Li Yu hurriedly went to resign from the ancestral spiritual seat enshrined in the Taimiao. At this time, the palace ladies played parting mourning music to see him off, and Li Yu suddenly felt so sad that he burst into tears.

He did not cry bitterly for the sake of his ancestors and ancestors, the splendid mountains and rivers, and the people of Limin, but he burst into tears at the palace that played for him in the past, and it is not surprising that the Tang Dynasty perished.

According to the requirements of the Song soldiers, Li Yu led the princes and concubines and hundreds of bureaucrats to assemble at the riverside wharf, boarded the Song ship and headed north, leaving the Jiangnan that had given him endless joy forever.

In grief and indignation, Li Yu wrote the word "Breaking the Array": "In the past forty years, the family and the country, three thousand miles of mountains and rivers, Fengge Dragon Tower and Xiaohan, Yushu Qiongzhi as smoke. I have known how to fight. Once he was classified as a captive, his waist and temples were consumed. It is the day of the hasty resignation of the temple, and the church still plays a parting song. Weeping to Gong E. ”

A few months later, when Li Yu came to Kaifeng and made a pilgrimage to Zhao Kuangyin, he was stunned for a moment, ignoring the whispers of the courtiers, pointing and wiping his eyes carefully. Zhao Kuangyin seemed to understand what Li Yu was thinking at this time, so he took the initiative to stand up from the dragon chair and walked in front of Li Yu so that he could take a closer look.

Only then did he know that the majestic Emperor of the Great Song Kingdom turned out to be his own people, and Xiao Yixuan, who had coaxed Ning Yan to say that he had fallen into the sinkhole, didn't know whether he was ashamed or angry, Li Yu almost fainted on the spot on the Great Song Dynasty.

Zhao Kuangyin asked people to bring a stool for Li Yu to sit down, and then said to Li Yu: "Back then, you snatched love with a knife, in order to take away my beloved cigarettes, causing us to fly all over the world, and designed to drive me out of my homeland. Today, you don't cherish her at all, and you abandon her to find a new love. I avenge Yan'er, let you repay the hatred of love, and let you taste the taste of being far away from your homeland. ”

Li Yu was ashamed and sad when he heard Xiao Yixuan's words, and he was speechless, just lowered his head in shame.

"Several times the edict has been issued to you to enter the court, and you have repeatedly disobeyed my orders, so I will call you a 'disobedient marquis'!"

In the face of this extremely insulting knighthood, Li Yu had to kowtow against his heart to thank him and shout long live. Presumably, in the months after being captured, Li Yu had imagined thousands of ways to meet Zhao Kuangyin, but he didn't expect it to be like this!

Yu Wei was named Mrs. Zheng Guo, and the two became high-ranking slaves to the country, living in the mansion in the northwest corner of Bianliang City given by Zhao Kuangyin, living a long and short sigh of solitude, but Li Yu never figured out how Xiao Yixuan became the king of a country. Fortunately, there is still Yuwei by his side, and fortunately, there is a plane tree in the yard, which finally increases his confidence and courage to live.

After Zhao Kuangyin captured Li Yu, he did not punish him as he imagined, but gave him preferential treatment, but only sent out to find Yan'er and sent people to find Yan'er one after another, and there is no news so far. So, he decided to let his younger brother Zhao Guangyi, the king of Jin, act as the government and supervise state affairs, and he wanted to personally find the person who had been thinking about it for a long time.

Xiao Yixuan was thinking that the reason why the people sent out had not been able to find it must have been looking for it in the streets and alleys. If a person wants to hide it from being found, can he hide it in a prosperous place?

coincided with when Li Yu was looking for Murong Ningyan that day, Xiao Yixuan's first thought was also Meixiang Villa, but he immediately denied it, because he thought that Li Yu must have also gone there to find it, since she didn't find it, it means that she won't hide in a well-known place. So, where is the safest place to hide?

Xiao Yixuan thought to himself: Yan'er left the palace because Li Yu listened to the words of the little elder, killed his son, and was heartbroken. Although he is also at fault in this matter, if Li Yu is not a Buddha to the point of losing his mind, he will not kill his own son with his own hands.

When Yan'er ran away, she definitely thought that Li Yu would send someone to look for her, so would she do the opposite and hide in a place where Li Yu thought she couldn't go? And where is this place?

Xiao Yixuan pondered all night, which temple she must be hiding in, Li Yu definitely couldn't think of it, thinking that Murong Ningyan hated him for believing in Buddhism, how could he hide in the Buddhist hall? Finally, with a pat on the head, it seems to make sense.

So, Xiao Yixuan dressed as a chivalrous man, took advantage of the moonlight, rode his jade lion on the road quietly, and investigated one by one nunnery. From early summer to early winter, from Bianjing all the way to Jiangnan, seeing that the nunnery was about to be searched, and there was no trace of Murong Ningyan, could it be that he guessed wrong?

It is said that Murong Ningyan, who was accidentally rescued in the Purple Mountain, decided to cut her hair and become a nun, and from then on she was accompanied by Qing Deng.

After a while, the bald Murong Ningyan next wore Dharma robes, gave the Dharma name, conferred the novice nun ordination, and became a novice nun in front of the statue of the Buddha Shakyamuni. Mrs. Jing Ci said: "You got hibiscus to save your life that day, and the Dharma name will be Jinyu!" ”

"Thank you, Mrs. Shi, please be worshiped by Jinyu!"

"Now that you have taken refuge in Buddhism, you must put aside all distracting thoughts, purify the six roots, believe in religion, stick to the precepts, study the scriptures wholeheartedly, and devote yourself to cultivation."

"Disciple teachable, Amitabha!" Murong Ningyan read it again.

"Follow Huiru to learn the temple rules first and chant the scriptures!"

Since then, Murong Ningyan, whose Dharma name is Jinyu, has done homework and chanted scriptures every day, and quickly adapted to the life of eating fasting and reciting Buddha.

Master Jingci secretly observed Murong Ningyan, and found that since she joined, it didn't take long for the small Zijin Temple to completely change, she was like a perpetual motion machine, she couldn't stop at all, and when she had a little free time, she cleaned the temple clean and tidy, the windows were bright and clean, and the temple became refreshing and bright.

Murong Ningyan said that she was saved by the hibiscus, and she was willing to ask Master Jingci* to let the little nun who saved her at that time accompany her to see the hibiscus tree that saved her life.

The little nun took her to the Purple Mountain, in front of a hibiscus tree that was not big but growing well, for some reason, as soon as Murong Ningyan saw this hibiscus tree, she had an indescribable sense of intimacy, and she couldn't suppress the excitement in her heart.

"Would you like to go back to Zijin Temple with me and chant Buddha scriptures together?" Murong Ningyan gently stroked the life-saving tree and asked gently, and the hibiscus tree seemed to be able to understand her words, waving its leaves, as if to say yes. She bowed to the tree, then picked up her hoe and loosened the soil far from the roots, and carefully dug up the saplings, so that the roots were not hurt in the slightest.

Murong Ningyan took off the outer layer of Taoist robes, and as if he was wrapping a baby, he carefully wrapped the muddy roots of this hibiscus tree, brought it back to Zijin Temple, and planted it in front of the temple. From then on, she took care of it every day, and strange to say, the hibiscus quickly adapted to its environment, and grew into a large and thick cluster, and she separated them and planted a whole circle in front of and behind the temple.

Now as far as the eye can see, the Zijin Temple is no longer desolate, not only simple and elegant, but also full of verdant trees and red flowers against the backdrop of the fast-growing hibiscus, making the temple appear beautiful and quiet, as if it suddenly became vigorous and energetic.

She also led the nuns to clean up some barren mountains, reclaim and plant fruits, vegetables and grains, which can basically provide for the monastery to be self-sufficient. Her every move was seen by Master Jingci, she was tenacious, hard-working, and happy about the changes that had taken place in the temple, so she made an exception and promoted Murong Ningyan, who had only been in the temple for a year, to the prison.

Because she is hardworking, ingenious, and intelligent, she can always think of things that others can't imagine, and Master Jing Ci allows her to come and go freely, without having to follow the rules like a little nun. But she is still strict with herself and never pampered and arrogant. It's just that when she is collecting firewood, she always goes to one mountain alone and lets others go to another mountain, saying that she can collect more firewood separately.

In fact, since stepping into the Buddha's door, Master Jingci has only seen the surface of Murong Ningyan, as if she really saw through the red dust, put aside all distracting thoughts, and devoted herself to the Buddha. However, in Murong Ningyan's heart, there has always been a little secret, not only in the dead of night every night, because she misses Jiao'er and is grief-stricken, but also the betrayal from her relatives and Li Yu's alienation from her, which often makes her heartbroken and sad.

Only when I recall the past when I was in love, I will occasionally be heartbroken, after all, the taste of first love is the most unforgettable, but in the end, I will be crushed by the cruel reality, and I will break up a love for life.

But there is another thing in her heart, which is also a comfort to her. The words have to go back to the source, that is when she first entered the temple, she was always thinking in her heart, on the day of parting, her brother handed Xiao Gongzi's sword to her, but she didn't hear the little nuns who saved her talk about it, that should be left on the mountain when she rolled down the mountain, so when she went to collect firewood with the little nuns one day, she climbed up the mountain alone on the grounds that she had split the firewood and beat more, and searched for the sword with her eyes wide along the way.

Sure enough, in the gap between the thick fallen leaves, there was something shining, and when she stepped forward to take a closer look, it was the sword lying quietly in the fallen leaves, she couldn't suppress the excitement in her heart, worried about being discovered, and hurriedly dug a pit with a branch under a tree, buried the sword in it, and then covered it with thick fallen leaves, which could not be seen at first glance, and then carefully noted the surrounding environment, and made a mark on the tree with a stone.

Seeing that the weather was getting colder day by day, Murong Ningyan told Mrs. Jingci that the firewood in the courtyard was not enough to survive the winter, and discussed adjusting the daily meditation time to after dinner, so that she could use the daytime to collect more firewood.

The little nuns saw that Murong Ningyan seemed to have special feelings for the Nanshan where she was found, and everyone took the initiative to leave Nanshan to her and went to other mountains.

On this day, the north wind was blowing, and it seemed that it was going to snow in the evening, Murong Ningyan and the little nuns set off with dry food, and as usual, she quickly made a bundle of firewood and came to the big tree.

And her every move was watched by a person.