There was a black hole in the main hall, and only four red candles emitted a dying light. In the tent shrouded in tulle, there was a lonely pen.

Zhang Xiaoqing knelt on the ground, not daring to move. He was the son of King Qin of Huangzhou. It stands to reason that except for him Lao Tzu and the emperor, there is no need to kneel to anyone else.

But he had been kneeling for half an hour, beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripping down the tip of his nose and jaw.

Suddenly, the pen in the gauze tent stood up suddenly. The cold wind roared into the hall, extinguishing the candles, and even reaching out to see the five fingers, which was so dark that it was panicking.

but the tent was lit up.

I only heard a voice that seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Zhang Xiaoqing, this palace is very satisfied with the gift you gave, just ask if you have anything......"

Zhang Xiaoqing was overjoyed, and said continuously: "Master Xie, Master Xie!"

After bowing for a long time, he raised his head and said respectfully: "Master Zu, think about it...... I would like you to calculate the fate of my unborn child!"

There was a whimper in the gauze tent, and the voice said: "Xiaoqing, do you know the temper of this palace, do you dare to trouble me just for a child?"

Zhang Xiaoqing heard the unhappiness in his tone, but the matter had come to this point, he could only bite the bullet and say: "Master Zu Rongyu: As the saying goes, if you are pregnant in October, you will give birth once. But the child was pregnant for a full seventeen months, and the child just couldn't be born. My family has been passed down for five generations, and the old lady was so anxious that she wanted to jump into the well, and the disciple dared to alarm the immortal. Master Zu is above, I hope you will cut off your disciple!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence in the gauze tent. Zhang Xiaoqing's heart was beating like a drum.

This ritual is called "fuya", and it is a spell that uses people as a medium to speak directly to the gods. Those who are possessed are called "main luan", and the rest are assistants, called "deputy luan". It's usually hard to do without three or four people.

However, today is a special case, and this person in it is no more than an ordinary man, only a pen is enough. But it is said that he does not have a good temper, and when he is angry, he likes to do one thing most - kill people. If you don't force it, no one wants to joke with your own life.

To put it nicely, the people invited by the helper are immortals, but in fact, they are almost all demons and monsters. For example, this "ancestor", the Taoist name "Nine Spirits True Monarch", is a demon fox who has only cultivated for more than a thousand years.

He cut off life and death with one mouth, and determined the number of fates, so naturally there was never a half-point difference. But more often than not, the mouth is bitten into the bloody throat of the prey.

Zhang Xiaoqing lowered his head, but his eyes were fixed on the gauze tent. If the old fox really broke out and hurt people, he would be a martial artist, and he would not be able to kill him if he said anything.

However, the "Nine Spirits True Monarch" didn't seem to be angry. The pen moved slowly, writing something crookedly on the ground. After a while, a voice came out: "Strange and strange, old man, I have never seen such a life!"

Zhang Xiaoqing's heart finally let go, but then it hung again, but he didn't know whether his child was good or bad.

After another half of the incense burning, a burst of shrill laughter suddenly erupted in the gauze tent, like a strange night cry, which made people creepy.

"Zhang Xiaoqing, you gave birth to a boy, his life contains Tianji, Tianxuan, and Tianxiang three stars, and he is a first-class rich and noble life. In the future, it will be in the phase, and it is unspeakably expensive......"

Zhang Xiaoqing was pleasantly surprised, and kowtowed again and again: "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

The sudden two words of "......" cut off the joy like an iron gate, and Zhang Xiaoqing's heart flipped suddenly.

"But because of the seven killings and the punishment of the master, a great fortune and a great fortune became a catastrophe. He was jealous of heaven, born incomplete, and destined to suffer a thousand calamities. And the closest people will also be killed by the cause, poor and pitiful!"

Zhang Xiaoqing was like being splashed with a basin of ice water from head to toe, desperate, and slowly collapsed to the ground.

Zhenjun said slowly: "Xiaoqing, your son's life is given by God, and no one can change it." If I were you, I wouldn't let him come into the world. But ......"

Suddenly there was a dull thunder in the sky outside, and a purple lightning bolt tore through the dark night.

"I'm afraid he's already born. ”

The pen in the gauze tent fell with a click, and the glimmer gradually dissipated. Only the sound echoed through the hall like a ghost.

"Born to take it, this life is called 'Heavenly Remnant'......"

The lightning illuminated the ancient roads and ruins of the deserted villages, and also illuminated the Qin Wangfu in the city of Huangzhou. The princess, that is, Zhang Xiaoqing's inner man, was finally born.

I don't know if it's because of the thunder, but no one heard the baby's cry. When the midwife happily picked up the child, her smile froze all of a sudden. "Fear" crawled up the cheeks like an icy viper.

Where is this baby, and the princess gave birth to a blurred mass of flesh and blood. It has no hands or feet, no torso, not even a head and skin.

But it is undoubtedly alive. Because a protrusion on the little thing's body was beating gently, and that was its heart. This life, which was hated by God, did not choose to die, but survived strongly.

The princess said weakly: "Mother Wu, let me see the child." ”

The midwife hesitated to hand over the swaddling clothes, and the old housekeeper on the side secretly gave her subordinates a look. The man didn't say a word, went to the stable and picked a good horse, braved the rain and rushed to the Great Wilderness Mountain Guiyun Temple, and reported to Zhang Xiaoqing.

The princess took the child and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice. Tears then fell.

"My miserable son, how many sins you have to suffer in this world when you are like this!" she said, laying her face lightly against the little thing. The child seemed to know that it was his mother, and his heartbeat became steady.

Seven days later, Zhang Xiaoqing finally returned. His eyes were bloodshot, and he burst into the room with his sword upside down, and asked, "Where is the monster?"

The princess's face was calm, and her eyes never left the swaddling clothes.

"Xianggong, this is your child, even if everyone in the world calls him a monster, you shouldn't call him that. ”

Zhang Xiaoqing said murderously: "Madam, this is a disaster star in the sky, not our child." If you keep it, the Zhang family will have endless disasters.

I know you can't do it. You give it to me, and I'll let it be over. Let's have another one next year. ”

Madame sighed faintly: "I knew he couldn't escape this catastrophe." Xianggong, for the sake of our mother and son, let me take him to the temple to make incense. After praying for blessings and reciting the mantra of death, I will depend on you for whatever you want to do. ”

Zhang Xiaoqing's eyes were also red, and she turned out of the room on one side.

The mother and son came to the Thanksgiving Temple in the north of the city. There was not a single pilgrim in the temple except for them. The soldiers of the Qin Palace's palace had long been guarding the door, and as soon as the princess came out, they would immediately take away the baby.

The princess knelt in the hall of the Mahavira and recited over and over again: "Guanyin Bodhisattva, please save my son!

Perhaps it was the mother's love that moved the Bodhisattva, and the hall suddenly flashed with colorful treasures, and a quiet and kind voice said: "Zhou's ......"

The princess was startled, raised her head and looked around, and asked, "Guanyin Bodhisattva, has your old man appeared?"

"Yes, it's me. Zhou, your child is condemned to heaven and cannot be saved. I advise you to look at it."

The princess cried and said: "Bodhisattva, the concubine doesn't dare to go against the sky, but I heard that the Buddhists are the most equal, and they just want to be able to make an exchange with this child." ”

The Bodhisattva was silent for a long time and asked, "What do you want to change?"

The princess closed her eyes and returned to the valley where she lived as a girl. It is like spring all year round, the springs are murmuring, and the mountains are full of unknown wildflowers.

She said softly, "There are too many beautiful things in this world, I want him to see them." Bodhisattva, please exchange one of my eyes for his. ”

As soon as the words fell, the world of the princess dimmed and turned into pitch black.

She added, "When I was a child, I heard a Nanyang musician play. His clothes were ragged, and the lyre in his hand was in tatters. But the music is like flowing from the human heart. My child would be sorry if he missed something so touching. Bodhisattva, I would like to exchange my own ears for his ears. ”

The hall became silent, and the candles were peeling, but now they were no longer heard.

The princess said loudly, "Bodhisattva, wouldn't it be sad if a person could see the most beautiful scenery in the world and hear the most beautiful melody, but he could not speak or share his joy with others?"

Unbeknownst to her, at the very moment of her wish, a loud cry rang out in the hall.

The princess opened her mouth, but suddenly smiled sadly. She forgot that she couldn't speak anymore. I saw her bite her index finger and write on the ground with blood: "Bodhisattva, I still want him to have a strong body, slender limbs, smooth skin, and a mind full of wisdom, is that okay?"

At this time, a warm hand took her palm and wrote in the palm of her hand: "No more." Your child is a crippled destiny and there is no way to make it up. Even if you give up your life, you can only change one more thing. ”

The princess thought for a while and wrote, "Then, I'll change my heart for him." A kind, brave, and determined heart. He must know how to love others and deserve to be loved. This is my last wish. ”

"Okay. ”

It was pouring rain outside the palace. Zhang Xiaoqing and the guards stood with their swords in hand. I saw him raise his eyebrows and say in a deep voice: "Come with me!"

Everyone broke into the temple and pushed open the door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

But where is the shadow of the princess? There are only a few lines of blood on the ground, swaddling clothes surrounded by clothes, and a crying baby.

Zhang Xiaoqing picked him up, only to see that the child's skin was mottled and extremely ugly, one hand and one leg were natural disabilities, but they were a fresh life.

Zhang Xiaoqing looked up to the sky and sighed, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

He didn't notice that the face of the Guanyin Bodhisattva statue in the center of the main hall was already covered with tears.