It stands to reason that the Queen Mother will never have the strength to stand up again, but I don't know what kind of strength is supporting her, making her stand up, letting her step on the slightly hot ancient steps, and moving forward step by step.

The monk in front of him still didn't look back, but his pace slowed down a little, and the gentle power of the surging power on his body pushed out the wind a little stronger, blowing the stone steps behind him a little cleaner.

Because of the heavy and firm steps of the Queen Mother, because of the unimaginable majestic giant Buddha in the yellow sand, Emperor Fengxuan's heart has been beating violently.

Everyone in Tang and Tibet knows that the Prajna Temple is behind the Red Scorpion Desert, because the Red Scorpion Desert is still an endless sea of sand, and the Prajna Temple has never seen outsiders, so except for the footprints of some ascetic monks who have been here, almost everyone in the world has only heard of the Prajna Temple, the Prajna Buddha, but almost no one dares to risk the displeasure of the Prajna monks to visit this Buddha site.

Feeling the strength and brilliance of the Empress Dowager, Emperor Fengxuan understood something, and the sad look on his face faded, but what he saw in front of him still made his heart beat violently and uncontrollably.

Behind the Buddha, in the huge canyon in the sea of sand, there is a long and narrow mountain like a wall, and there are mountain rocks that protrude from the sky like arch bridges.

A splendid and indescribable temple is built on this narrow mountain and mountain stone, many mountain walls and temples are embedded with gold and carved runes, under the illumination of this sun, it is actually emitting a soft Buddha light that fills the entire canyon, in the Buddha light, it is actually a futon-like circular Sanskrit, a golden light interspersed in it, in the distance, these Sanskrit if there are nothing, the Zen light faintly connected into a sea, covering the canyon sand and some weathered ancient temples with only one outline.

Zen is near the sea.

Indescribable beauty and solemnity, indescribable grandeur and holiness.

For a moment, Emperor Fengxuan's heart almost jumped out of his mouth.

The Queen Mother paused slightly on the edge of the cliff on the side of this canyon, and there was some embarrassment in her eyes.

......

Under the guidance of the muscular monk in front of them, Emperor Fengxuan and the Empress Dowager stepped into the canyon and walked on the stone path that was like flying in the air.

In the temple, some people are chanting, and there is a tall and peaceful golden Buddha.

There are tassels that spread down from the roof of the temple.

On one side of the cliff, there was a white torrent gushing out.

On one side of the cliff, there are countless caves densely packed, which are either empty or stand a statue of Buddha.

The monk led the Empress Dowager and Emperor Fengxuan to one of the caves in this glorious Buddha land that was completely different from the world.

The Queen Mother already felt that her body was dying in part, but her heart was brighter and more joyful.

In the cave without a door sat an old monk with yellow eyebrows, sitting cross-legged on the stone ground, and there was nothing in this cave except him.

"Unworthy apprentices see the master, come to repent, please forgive the master. Since the first time the queen mother saw this old monk, her eyes were full of indescribable emotion and excitement, she bowed in front of this old monk, kowtowed deeply.

The yellow-eyed old monk looked at the queen mother calmly, and said without sadness and joy: "What is the crime?"

The Empress Dowager was slightly stunned, and said calmly: "The disciple did not listen to the teachings of the master in the past, and went out of the Pranya Temple without permission, violating the precepts. ”

The old monk with yellow eyebrows said lightly: "The precepts are only set by people, even if they are gods and Buddhas, they are only used to give people light, make people's hearts peaceful, and give people faith. ”

"If you are innocent, how can you forgive? Looking at the Queen Mother lightly, the old monk with yellow eyebrows continued: "If you are guilty, if you can't make you step into such a temple for more than 60 years, even if you reach the end of the road, how can you enter the temple?"

The Empress Dowager was slightly stunned, the faint golden light emanating from her body slowly began to fade, and her face suddenly showed a sense of joy with great enlightenment, and she bowed again, "The realm of the master, the disciple will not be able to reach it in this life after all." ”

"In my life, I have seen farther than you, and I have figured out more Zen principles than you, but I have done less than you. The yellow-eyed old monk looked at the queen mother indifferently and said, "When you come back this time, in addition to wanting to see this Buddha and Zen Guang Linhai again, and see me for the last time, what else do you want from me?"

The Empress Dowager seemed to be smiling, and nodded at Emperor Fengxuan, who was also kneeling on the ground: "My son is young, please ask the master to help." ”

"As soon as you enter the red dust, you will fall into the boundless sea of suffering, if you want to have no regrets this time, and your heart is peaceful, but it is a thousand difficulties, and I can't be the master of others. The old monk raised his head slightly, glanced at the monk standing at the entrance of the cave with an ancient gold Zen staff, and said, "Zhenpilu, you are willing to take her back to the temple, but are you willing to enter the world?"

The monk frowned slightly, and a slight bulge in the center of his eyebrows, but he did not hesitate, put his hands together, and bowed to the old monk and the queen mother, and said without sadness or joy: "The disciple is willing." ”

"The sea of suffering is boundless, but the avenue is the same. ”

The yellow-eyed old monk nodded, looked at the Empress Dowager who was full of joy, but the golden light on her body was completely dim, and then glanced at Emperor Fengxuan, and said, "Do you have anything else to explain to him?"

Emperor Fengxuan knew that it was the last moment of farewell, so he sat down in front of the Empress Dowager with his head bowed and choked up.

"I should tell you the truth, you understand it almost well, you are doing very well, I am very relieved... But there is one thing you still need to keep in mind, Yun Qin and I, Tang Zang, are enemies, but some people are noble and trustworthy. The Empress Dowager rubbed the back of Emperor Fengxuan's immature hand and said, "If you are happy... And I rejoiced..."

Emperor Fengxuan nodded with tears in his eyes.

He wanted to hear more from his beloved mother, but the Queen Mother said no more, and she turned away, her eyes a little confused through the cave.

In front of her is the holy Zen cloud Linhai, and opposite is the clearly visible Buddha of Prajna, as if the meaning of eternal compassion is spread in all directions.

When she came, she was full of speculation, but after being affirmed by her master, even at this moment, she couldn't help but have a trace of pride and self-satisfaction in her heart.

In this life, apart from Dean Zhang, who changed Yun Qin, who can be as wonderful as her?

"Such a big Buddha, this Zen light to the sea, it is really magnificent..."

Thinking about the things she had done and the people she had met, the Queen Mother muttered, and her head hung down quietly.

"Queen Mother!"

Emperor Fengxuan knew that this moment had finally come, and he could no longer hide his sorrow.

......

Several court officials at the forefront of the team received the news from the temple, and immediately knelt down in front of the temple, and passed in a sad voice: "The queen mother is dead!"

"The Queen Mother is dead!"

In the long procession, the voice was solemnly transmitted.

All the entourage wept and began to change into snow-white plain clothes.

Several light horsemen began to break away from the group and march towards the Tang Tibetan Imperial City.

Holding the ancient gold Zen staff, the monk Zhenpilu appeared behind the Buddha of Prajna, listening to this sound transmission, he put the ancient gold Zen staff in the yellow sand, put his hands together, and slowly said: "The Queen Mother is mourned." ”

His voice was not very loud when he blurted out, but in the endless yellow sand, it spread farther and farther, and the vibration became louder and louder, like a thunderclap.

The plain team was suddenly shocked, and the officials and the riders who had escaped from the report were stunned for a moment, and their faces were also full of surprise and indescribable reverence, and they changed their words and said: "The Holy Mother is dead!"

......

An extremely heavy iron door slowly opened.

The eyelids of the two hundred Tang Tibetan heavy cavalry in full military uniforms almost jumped, with their identities, they didn't know who was being held in this prison door, but they all knew what kind of people were in the dozen or so sedan chairs that were staying behind them at the moment. This invisible pressure makes them all unusually nervous.

What kind of person is it that actually let these dozen big people be present, so solemn, so like a big enemy.

After the iron door was opened, the first thing that poured out was a foul smell and extremely humid filthy air, and the faint sound of water inside, so that these Tang Tibetan elites could judge at a glance that it was an extremely gloomy water prison inside.

There was the sound of water and iron cables, and after a few moments, the sound of iron cables became louder and louder, indicating that the people held inside were getting closer and closer to this gate.

An even thicker unspeakable rancid smell came to the nostrils, and all the Tang Zang heavy riders present felt a chill in their hearts.

The prisoner inside appeared.

However, what they didn't expect was that it was not a particularly large and vicious murderer who came out of the thick rusty shackles, but a man who looked very weak.

Almost all of his clothes were rotten, the skin on his body was full of sores, all rotten, and there were even many cracked wounds and some punctures, soaked white or even blackened holes, the only thing that was still intact was his upper body, his face was unusually pale after not seeing the sun for an unknown amount of time.

He wasn't very old, and even though his beard and hair were glued together, he could tell it.

And what made these Tang Zang elites breathe couldn't help but pause slightly, but this weak man who didn't know how long he had been imprisoned didn't even have a trace of anger and hideousness.

He just folded his hands, glanced at the sun, frowned, and took a deep breath, as if the air and sunlight outside were extraordinarily sweet.

A prisoner in a water prison like him, even if he didn't have psychological problems, he dared to look at the sun like him, I was afraid that he would be blind in an instant, but he was safe and sound.

"Did you finally let me out?"

Looking at these Tang Zang elites who couldn't help but pause their breathing slightly and the dozen or so silent sedan chairs, he actually smiled slightly and muttered to himself.

Then he saw some plain cloth wrapped around these Tang Zang heavy horses, and vaguely heard the sad joy coming from the distance, so he frowned again and asked, "Who has returned to heaven?"

"Our Lady of the Queen Mother is dead. ”

In a sedan chair, a slightly old and hoarse voice came out.

The man was stunned for a moment, shook his head and sighed, "Even she is dead, and there is one less enemy worthy of respect." ”