Uz State of the Western Regions.

The afterglow of the setting sun and the clouds were steaming, shrouding the vast Uzi royal court.

The city wall stretches for dozens of miles, and the white towers of the four sides rise straight into the sky, surrounding the domed palaces in the middle. The gold-lacquered brick walls with a bright yellow background are hundreds of years old and are intricately inlaid with blue and blue patterns.

A ray of heavenly light shines through the carved window in a secluded sleeping house. It was getting late, and the palace ladies lit glass lamps and candles everywhere.

In the shadow of the candle, the silk yarn blows lightly with the evening breeze. Under the tent, the royal maid Biyue was uneasy, and ordered the little maids to raise heavy curtains and retreat everyone.

She stepped forward and opened the gauze tent, only to see the long-asleep Wang Nuxiu frowning, her eyes were wet and red, I don't know if it was tears or sweat, and she soaked the crow's sideburns.

She sighed softly and whispered back:

"Your Highness, the Buddha has entered the palace. The king summoned His Highness to ......"

Luo Chaolu woke up.

She subconsciously covered her chest.

The heart-rending feeling is still there, but the arrow is intact. It's as if my previous life was just a nightmare.

The candle flame cast a jade-like point of light on her, reflecting the fine and dense cold sweat on her forehead.

Biyue was worried in her heart, and she was all worried:

"Your Highness is in a nightmare? The king's side ......"

The slender five fingers that fell on the couch suddenly grasped the thin jacket, and the satin surface was crumpled.

The joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe was instantly extinguished by the pouring of ice water.

This is the palace of the Uzi royal three years ago. The timing of her rebirth is not bad, it is not bad.

The shocking changes in the court of Uzi have begun.

Her father died overnight, and her uncle quickly led troops into the royal city and seized the throne without authority.

His father died strangely, but the courtiers were taken by his uncle's cruel methods and tacitly accepted him as the new king of Uzi. The princes rebelled or obeyed, and those who died died, and those who fled, and there was no more life.

Only the ninth prince, Luo Xiang, traveled thousands of miles a day and returned to Uzi alone.

He is the son of the Buddha of the Western Regions, and the monks under his seat can reach millions of soldiers, and the kings of the Western Regions are all fearful, and they are even more responsive in the territory of Uzi. The uncle was terrified, fearing that the throne that had been won with great difficulty would change hands again, and lured the Buddha into the court of Uzi in the name of cultivating Buddhism, and since then he has been imprisoned in the palace.

Later, her uncle asked her to use lust to induce him to break the color vows, fall off the altar, lose the hearts of the people, and have no followers.

There is a knife on the head of the color word, and she Luo Chaolu is the beauty knife.

The tragedy of her fate in her previous life was caused by this conspiracy.

Chao Lu got up suddenly, waved his arms and opened the gauze tent to stay, and did not embroider his shoes, stepping on the cold tiled ground and running out.

After a few steps, she stumbled a step, only to feel that her legs were heavy, and she fell on the woolen felt blanket.

Biyue hurriedly stepped forward to support her and said:

"Your Highness, be careful, your legs ......" She was sour in her heart, her voice lowered, and she silently looked at Chaolu's pair of ankles wrapped in gauze, lifted the golden lotus embroidered shoes, and put them on for her.

There was a dull pain in his legs, and chaotic memories flooded into his mind.

Uzi is famous for dance and music, among which the dance of the princess of Uzi is famous, glamorous and vulgar, and extremely extravagant. It has both the rich and colorful style of the Western Regions and the gorgeous and solemn appearance of the Central Plains. There is even a small monarch in the Western Regions who once said that he was willing to exchange half of the country for her dance.

She was dressed in a red tulle dress, which was said to be stained with blood. Therefore, every time she dances, it is like stepping on a sea of blood and dancing, which is extremely cruel and beautiful.

At that time, she was young and wanton, and she was enthusiastic and enthusiastic, but she didn't know that this dance dress was like a fire cooking oil and flowers brocade, and one day it would turn into her splendid hell.

Since his uncle raised troops into the palace and sat on the throne, he has been extravagant, singing and feasting every night. One day, when some of his soldiers were drunk, he begged his uncle to be kind enough to let her dance at the banquet:

"I heard that Her Royal Highness the princess is beautiful in the Western Regions, and her dancing posture is overwhelming. Your Majesty, are your subordinates lucky enough to have a look? ”

She is a princess, not a servant. How can it be enjoyed by others?

However, since her father died, her uncle was in power, her mother was closed because of her second marriage, and several brothers were struggling in her uncle's hands, where did she have room to resist?

So she was summoned into the temple, and danced night after night, and was forced to endure the naked, ill-intentioned stares that lingered on her, and even brought a dance of lustful pleasure to the court.

The dancing girl was wearing the same gauze skirt as her.

The last time she danced, she deliberately twisted when she turned around, breaking the tendons and bones in her legs in front of everyone. Everyone was disappointed, and she was carried down.

After raising for dozens of days, it also hurt for dozens of days, and when I was straightening my bones, I fainted in pain several times. Thankfully, I don't have to dance anymore.

But although she no longer has to dance for fun, there is a deeper and darker abyss waiting for her to dance in.

"Your Highness, the king should have sent someone to invite her......" Biyue looked out of the hall worriedly, wanting to change her clothes.

Chaolu gritted his teeth, limped to the front of the Nanmu case step by step, and overturned the case, and all the gold and jade porcelain on the case rolled to the ground and shattered to the ground.

The maids outside the door entered the palace, and when they saw this, they knelt down to clean up.

She looked coldly at these mouthpieces who didn't know who, and waved her hand lightly and said:

"As soon as I heard the news, my leg injury has not healed, so I will not go to the banquet."

The palace people led the order to retreat, and the lowered eyes reflected her slender and beautiful figure, and the creamy jade feet still had black bruises and lumps, and she couldn't help but feel pity in her heart.

At this time, no one would have thought that the princess was no longer the original princess, and in the same delicate shell, there was a soul that had come back from the dead.

The first thing she did when she returned from rebirth was to kill someone first.

***

In the royal palace, the new king of Uzi, Luo Sumi, was holding a feast in the palace and feasting his ministers. The most important of the guests is naturally the returning Buddha of the Western Regions, the former ninth prince of Uzi, Luo Xiang.

Since Luo Sumi ascended to the throne, the surrounding small countries have sent envoys, carrying rare treasures and beautiful orchids, and have been busy paying tribute to the new king of the Western Regions.

Until the Buddha returned to the court of the Uzi king for no reason.

On that day, the palace door was wide open, the bell was solemn, and among the thousands of flowers, the Buddha was dressed in a jade-white embroidered gold-patterned robe, and came with more than 100 believers to step on the lotus, flying flowers full of sleeves, and the sky was full of clouds.

He stood still with his hands brushed, and his demeanor was outstanding, such as the dawn of the sky, if the tide of the river was rising and flattening, and if the lights reflected in the sky.

Everyone bowed in the direction he had come, and there were even low sobs of joy from the believers.

As soon as the Buddha came, the direction of the royal court changed. In the past, there were many wavering ministers who were subservient to him, just because Luo Xiang was the only prince in existence, and he was the most legitimate heir to the throne of Uzi.

When he was a child, he entered Buddhism as a monk, and when his practice was completed, he was officially named a Buddha and led the Buddhism of the Western Regions.

The throne was in jeopardy, which really made Luo Sumi weak and resentful, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

Although the Buddha entered the palace alone and only brought more than ten monks, there were still millions of his followers outside the city gate, as well as a large number of kings of the Western Regions who believed in Buddhism, and were willing to sacrifice their lives and deaths to help him.

I can't touch it, so I have to frame it.

Luo Sumi gritted his teeth, raised the white jade cup on the desk, drank the wine, and glanced towards the hall.

Tonight, the courtiers of the Uzi royal court were carefully selected, with a tulle dress half-faded and half-hidden, with a delicate posture and a revealing complexion, and the eyebrows of the guests at the banquet were flirtatious. Several of his subordinates couldn't sit still, and after pouring a few sips of wine, they hugged a few and pressed them in their arms to play, and the sound of indecency continued.

There is only one place in front of the hall, which is quiet and abnormal.

There, among a group of crimson monks' robes, there was a person around, dressed in a jade white robe, and the edge of the robe was covered with gold and patterns, which was dazzling.

He looked dignified, sat quietly on the side, like a stepping court orchid jade, independent of the world, as if the sound of dogs and horses in front of him, and the mountains and seas separated from him, not heard.

At this time, three or two Mei Ji held sweet wine in her hand and walked towards the group of monks.

The little monk in front of the seat took the lead in getting up, bowing his eyes and refusing:

"Monks are not allowed to drink alcohol. Donor, please come back. ”

The well-trained Mei Ji bypassed him and walked straight to the Buddha in the middle, and as she walked, her dance steps swayed, and her clothes gradually slipped off, and her appearance was extremely beautiful.

The two warrior monks in front of the Buddha stood up, drew their swords, and glared angrily.

Mei Ji was so frightened that her face was pale, but she was still bold, raised her wine glass, and handed it to the Buddha in a trembling manner.

Seeing the warrior monk swinging his sword, a clear voice sounded, like the sound of jade:

"Don't be rude."

The warrior monk silently accepted his sword and respectfully retreated. Although Mei Ji had an order, she looked at each other at this time, and they all showed embarrassment, and they never dared to approach.

Luo Xu got up vigorously, pointed to the Buddha, and said in a loud voice:

"This king invites you to drink, why don't the monks drink?"

The Buddha's eyes were indifferent, and he replied lightly:

"Anyone who cultivates the Buddha is not allowed to drink alcohol and get close to women. I beg the king's forgiveness. ”

Luo Sumi twisted his thick eyebrows, sneered, pulled out his saber, stepped off the throne, picked up a toasting Mei Ji casually, and said sharply:

"If you don't drink it today, I'll kill them."

The Buddha got up, his wide-sleeved robe hung down, and said indifferently:

"I didn't know that the new king of Uzi had such a heart and held weak women hostage to force them."

Luo Sumi said disdainfully:

"Hmph, if they die because of you, you are guilty of murder."

The sound of dancing and music gradually stopped, and the crowd of drinkers put down their glasses and gasped.

Everyone lamented in their hearts, this is a dead end, and the Buddha is afraid that if he does not break the drinking vow, he will have to break the killing precept today.

The hall was silent, save for the soft sound of the wind surging the curtains and the panicked sobs of Miki.

Luo Xiang remained silent, stepped forward to take the wine glass in Mei Ji's hand, slowly walked out of the seat, and suddenly said:

"This wine is an illusion."

Luo Xiang rolled up the sleeves of his robe, poured his wine glass, and slowly spilled the wine on the ground.

The gust of wind blew, and the wine stains on the ground quickly evaporated and dissipated, leaving only a fainter and fainter aroma of wine.

"This wine glass is an illusion." The five fingers of the Buddha tightened and crushed the porcelain white wine glass in his palm. The fragments cut through the flesh in an instant, and the blood was dripping.

Luo Xiang's face was expressionless, he let go of the blood-soaked cracked porcelain in his hand, threw it on the ground, stepped on it, crushed it into powder, and gradually drifted away with the wind, and there was no trace in a moment.

"You! ......" Luo Sumi did not finish speaking, but he saw the Buddha standing in front of him, and he actually held his white blade with his bare hands.

The people present were shocked, and saw blood spilling from his palms, staining his jade white body into red lotus.

Luo Xiang was not afraid to retreat, as if he had nothing, his arm tightened, snatched the white blade from Luo Sumi's hand, and gently threw it down.

With a "bang", the blade fell to the ground, and the blood flowed all over the place.

"The blade, the flesh, and the illusion."

"All appearances are imaginary. What the king sees and asks for is nothing but an illusion, so why be obsessed? ”

His voice was obviously neither sad nor joyful, but it was like thunder, resounding through the palace, and all the beings were silent, even the whispering stopped.

The talent of the Buddha's braided scriptures, famous in the Western Regions, today easily cracked the dilemma set by Luo Sumi with the theory of "emptiness" in Buddhism.

Luo Sumi still refused to give up, and wanted to draw his knife and step forward.

"Since the king invited me to enter the palace to practice the Buddhist scriptures, this is the way of the Buddha, and the king does not want to listen to it?"

Luo Xiang's cold eyes flashed a fierce color, and slowly swept over, sharp as a thin blade out of the sheath, with thousands of majesty.

Luo Sumi was shocked by his glance, looked at the bloody knife, looked at his calm face again, gritted his teeth, and did not insist any longer.

Who doesn't know his true intention of asking the Buddha to enter the palace by asking the Buddha to talk about the Tao, but the Buddha is giving back to him in his own way, and he is broken by one word, and the argument is irrefutable.

Besides, everyone is watching, if the Buddha is forced by him to hurt himself again, if it spreads, I am afraid that tomorrow there will be thousands of troops and horses to break through his Uzi city gate.

He must keep his life and let him break the vows himself.

A conspiracy is invisible. Several young monks wept quietly, surrounded the Buddha, and bandaged his wounds with scarves. Mei Ji was grateful, and knelt down to him.

Buddha Luo Xiang was finally able to leave this erosive feast in the name of changing clothes.

The moon shadow moves westward, and a long corridor outside the hall hangs a hundred octagonal crystal palace lamps. The light shadow moved slightly, and Luo Xiang and the accompanying monks walked through the corridor and walked to a deserted lake.

"Senior brother, why do you want to hurt yourself?" Yuan Qi was worried and uneasy, glancing at his wounds from time to time.

"Human life is precious." Luo Xiang said lightly, "As far as I'm concerned, it's just a few drops of blood; For them, it was indeed a few lives. ”

If he drinks, he violates the commandments. If he does not drink, innocent casualties will be caused by him.

Under the two phases, the only way to solve it is self-harm.

Yuan Qi sighed in his heart and nodded his head.

The new king of Nawuzi clearly had ill intentions towards the Buddha and forced him to take his life. The Buddha has always been compassionate to all sentient beings, and would rather feed the tiger with his body than see death without saving.

He asked worriedly:

"This place is dangerous, when will I go back?"

Luo Xiang lowered his eyes and said:

"The first king died, and the opportunity is rare, so I need to retrieve my belongings from the palace before leaving."

Origin:

"Senior brother, do you still want to find out about your background? But the palace is heavily guarded, how can you enter? ”

"I have my own way."

Yuan Qi stopped making a sound, and when he raised his head, he saw a full moon hanging high, he was startled, looked at Luo Xiang's face worriedly, pulled the sleeves of his robe, and whispered:

"The moon is full tonight, so let's go back early, so as not to ......"

Yuan Qi looked flustered, and stopped talking, Luo Xiang was silent and nodded.

One after the other, the two walked along the shore of the lake towards the Buddha hall where they were placed.

The water waves were surging, blowing away a wine-colored breath in the banquet, and he suddenly felt clear.

After walking a few steps, I suddenly heard a few coquettish moans and pantings from behind several towering rockeries on the other side of the lake:

"Liu Lang, you slow down...... Hmmm......"

"Your Highness, your highness has been a long-time admirer...... Today, even if he dies under this flower, he is willing. ”

Yuan Qi was stunned when he heard this, and said angrily:

"I have heard that the princess of Uzi is arrogant and lascivious, and she dares to ...... in broad daylight"

Yuan Qi was about to change his course, but he saw the Buddha in front of him suddenly stop.