No, at noon, in the court hall, there was no sound, and the ministers were waiting, and it had been a few hours.

Even the sentence that the old ancestor left behind as soon as he said it casually, "If there is something to play, there is nothing to retreat from the court", Gonggong Xu in front of the palace did not dare to speak falsely, let alone the courtier, because such a scene has long been like the law of the Tang Dynasty, keep it in mind, do not touch it, dare not speak.

The ministers bowed their heads speechlessly, and Emperor Li Hao sat on the dragon chair and watched, he was not surprised. Looking at his loyal minister Aiqing, he has long been used to it. But he likes to sit like this, watching, tossing. He didn't believe it, the huge court, the food king, and the worries of me, no one could relieve the sorrow in his heart?

After a long time, Emperor Li Hao raised his head slightly, looked at the courtiers in the main hall, and suddenly said angrily: "The prince is born, the three dragons are combined, the night is swallowed, the day is over, the world is fighting, the blood and rain are numerous, and the people are sad...... Do you remember this nursery rhyme?"

When the ministers heard this, they all trembled with fright, and lowered their heads a little more, and everyone showed the same picture in their minds.

Who doesn't remember? Who dares to forget?

Eighteen years ago, not long after the emperor ascended to the throne. On the day of the birth of the second prince, the day was suddenly engulfed by the night, and then the wind suddenly rose, the torrential rain poured, and the three giant dragons of gold, white and black in the sky between lightning and thunder advanced together, hovering over the imperial city, unwilling to leave for a long time.

The main land of the Tianxiang Pavilion and the palace are three dragons together, and the world is contending, which makes the holy face angry, and he is still confined in the Tianxiang Pavilion and can't think about it.

In July of the same year, the Northern Alliance sang the nursery rhyme of the Tang Empire, and Emperor Li Hao learned that he had sent the general Mo Yan to lead the troops to crusade, and wiped the Northern Alliance from the map with a thunderous force, just because of the bull's back rain that wanted to rebel.

It is not unjust to say that it is wrong, and to say that it is domineering is to be domineering. This golden excuse was exchanged for twelve years of tranquility and peace, and Emperor Li Hao was confident that the world was in his hands, and he was the sky.

But on the day when the second prince was twelve years old, the same vision reappeared in the imperial city, and the emperor sent someone to ask Dilian Palace, and Dilian Palace only replied with two words: Heavenly Dao!

The same scene reappeared twelve years later, the Nanyue Kingdom invaded, Mo Yan led the troops to crusade again, and it lasted a year and destroyed the Nanyue Kingdom, it stands to reason that the emperor should be happy to open up the territory and expand the territory, but this night swallows, the day is over, and the scene of the three dragons is in full swing for 12 years, and the emperor's heart disease has deepened more and more......

How can you forget?

Thou shalt not touch, nor speak!

Seeing that the Manchu Dynasty was silent in his recollection, Emperor Li Hao suddenly smiled and said: "You don't need to panic, I am coming to the court today, so I want to ask why in the past five years, there has been a gap in the past five years, and there has been heavy snow in three days, why is this?

Some ministers raised their heads slightly, but they set their eyes on Li Ji, the eldest prince who had been in charge of the government, to seek relief.

Li Ji, eight out of twenty, has a dignified body, a dignified appearance, and a royal dignity and arrogance between his eyebrows. Standing in front of the hall, not moving at all, giving people a sense of calmness and calmness. It's just that the eyes that are as clear as black glass are always cold.

Since the coming-of-age ceremony at the age of 20, with the permission of his father, he has been participating in the imperial government for eight years. He had long been accustomed to this kind of seeking gaze, but he just didn't open a mouthful and ignored it.

Few people knew what Li Ji was thinking in his heart, but no one paid attention to it, and a wicked smile flashed on his face, but it quickly faded.

If he doesn't talk about it, who dares to speak out in the Manchu Dynasty?

"What's the matter? Are you dumb? It's been five years, who can tell me why in the past five years, why it snows every year, every day and every year, every three days and three nights, every year at this moment, the ancient temple bell rings, and every year the people are like this?"

Emperor Li Hao remembered clearly, and his heart disease gradually worsened because of this, although he tried his best to hide it, there was obvious anxiety in his tone.

This question is really difficult for these ministers who go up to Situ, Sikong, down to Zhongshu Shilang, and discuss doctors. This is really not the scope of their research, even if there are a few who know clearly or slightly, they don't dare to say it lightly!

In a word, eighteen years of seclusion, a nursery rhyme, a rain, the demise of two countries? Anyone can understand this account, after all, this is related to the Tang Kingdom, the affairs of the Li family, the society, the country, and even more to their own nine clans.

The prince doesn't say anything, do you dare to speak? It's better to keep your life and take a few concubines, reward her with a bright spring, care about you on the third day of March, and care about you with heavy snow?

The courtiers have been doing it for a long time, and they are all ministers.

Still lifeless, the emperor shook his head, let out a long lament, and got up to leave. He was really disappointed, and he couldn't understand why, but he really understood, and understood that isn't this the case for the courtiers of this peaceful and prosperous world?

Waiting is always disappointing. In the past five years, since General Mo resigned, not a single courtier dared to say a word......

"Father, the son has a word, and he also asks the father to atone for his sins. The eldest prince Li Ji suddenly spoke loudly.

Emperor Li Hao just moved a few steps and stopped. This is like a ray of light in the darkness, and what makes him even more pleased is the growth of the eldest prince in the past eight years, there are people in the Li family, and the country is also there!

"Forgive your innocence!"

The emperor looked at the eldest prince Li Ji with an inquiring gaze, and directly ignored the somewhat shining eyes of the ministers.

The eldest prince said: "Everything must have its rules, it is the way of heaven, but it is not the will of heaven, if the father really wants to seek an answer, I am afraid it will ......"

Li Ji stopped talking, and looked at his father, Li Hao, as if looking for a gaze that would allow him to continue talking.

"Go on. The Emperor said.

"Heaven's will, the emperor's will, is the father's will. Eighteen years ago, on the day the emperor's younger brother was born, the Heavenly Aspect Pavilion Pavilion Lord Earth Liangong only said the way of heaven, but it was not the will of heaven, and the father Emperor Mingjian. ”

After the eldest prince Li Ji finished speaking, he bowed his head and stood quietly.

The entire hall fell into silence again, and all the courtiers did not dare to make a statement.

Emperor Li Hao paced, walked back and forth on the main hall a few times, and said in his heart: "The way of heaven, the rules of things, the will of heaven, the will of heaven!

This series of three "good" words shows that it is really good, and when Long Yan was instantly happy, the ministers also quietly raised their heads and lowered their heads for a long time.

"What do you think?" the emperor asked.

"The Emperor Shengming!"

"The Great Prince is wise!"

"The Great Prince, a genius through the ages, I'm a Tang Fuzeye!"

“......”

For a while, the clouds and the sun were seen above the main hall, and the atmosphere of normal deliberations of monarchs and ministers in the past was restored.

In the past five years, every year and today, every year I am worried, I finally don't have to care about the sound of the broken bell of the White Horse Temple, the heavy snow for many years, and the bloody cow's back rain, let alone stay in this hall for so long.

This black March 3rd makes people panic.

Many of the ministers cast extremely grateful glances at the eldest prince, but only a few of them were not obvious......

"Heavenly Dao, Heavenly Will! Okay! Spread my message, immediately release the Dilian Palace, retake charge of the Tianxiang Pavilion, and see me in the imperial study two days later. ”

After the emperor finished speaking, he left, and his steps were very fast, he didn't look at the eldest prince, let alone look at these courtiers who had worried him for eighteen years and panicked for five years. He was glad that the eldest prince had such a talent to make him relieved, but once he was relieved, he couldn't resist his thoughts, an ordinary father's thoughts about his son......

It's been four years, and it's been four years since you left me......

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At this time, the White Horse Temple twelve kilometers outside Luoyang City.

An old monk stood quietly on the edge of the Qingliangtai cliff, overlooking the east.

The old monk looked fixed, and let the cold wind blow on the cliff to blow his thin clothes, making some noises, and he didn't seem to know.

The wind moves, showing the power of nature.

Human tranquility interprets a silent power.

Suddenly, he raised his right hand, made an arc behind him, smiled and said, "Take him to the stage!"

Tell whom? There was no one behind him.

But as soon as the old monk's words fell, he saw that a few meters behind him, the snow on the ground began to condense into the air, and then a golden light gate was formed, and two people came out of the door, a small monk and a young beggar.

The little monk looked like he was about eleven or twelve years old, his cute little face was full of immaturity, he blinked at the old monk with extremely clear eyes and said, "Master, he is here, and the little Xuanzi has retired first!"

The old monk did not answer, nor did he turn around, but only asked softly, "Do you know where I am looking in the distance?"

The young beggar shook his head, and the strands of hair that had fallen from Ben's face were blown by the wind, revealing a face that looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, a very clean face. It was extremely incongruous with the tattered clothes on his body, his appearance was handsome, angular, and his eyes showed kindness and sincerity.

The little monk looked at the beggar beside him and replied, "Little Xuanzi doesn't know where the master looks, but Xiao Xuanzi knows that the master has been looking in the same direction all these years. ”

"Well, Xiao Xuanzi is really smart, that's the direction of another mountain. Master did not forget to praise his youngest disciple and said.

"But, Master, what is that place, how far away, and who lives?" asked Xuanzi, blinking his clear eyes.

The old monk turned around and smiled, touched the little monk's head, looked at the young beggar and said, "The distance shouldn't just be a look, right?"

The young beggar pondered and replied, "You should still look for it."

"Looks like you already have the answer. The old monk paused after speaking, and then said: "Every year, every year, every year, every year, you will come to the temple gate, three years, your face is very clean, your faith is also very clean, you are also very persistent, but the poor monk can't accept you as a disciple, I have the answer you want in the direction of the distance!"

As soon as the old monk finished speaking, the young beggar suddenly knelt on the ground with his hands apart, and slammed his head down.

The old monk hurriedly helped him up, and said: "The way of heaven is not violated, the poor monk can't accept you, but the poor monk can give you a person called Shengzi, let the little Xuanzi accompany you for a ride, and go down the mountain immediately!"

"Ah, Master, Master, don't you want Xiao Xuanzi anymore? Xiao Xuanzi doesn't want to go down the mountain yet. ”

The simple language shouted out from the immature children's voice, the old monk's eyes suddenly misted, he squatted down, touched the bare head of the little Xuanzi, and pinched his puffy little face, and said earnestly: "The prophet and the enlightenment will enter, and the later knowledge and no will be passed, and the three Xuanzi will cross like the sky." The prophets and followers of this practice will need twenty years of enlightenment, not to mention ordinary people. But Xiao Xuanzi you are gifted and intelligent, kind and pure, six years old with the teacher living in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, reading countless scriptures, seven years old can perceive, the snow mountain air and sea are self-passing, are earlier than ordinary people, now to know the fate of the realm but not forward, and only a bit of experience can be penetrated, this ancient temple is not your place of residence after all, from today, you will go down the mountain to return to the vulgar!"

When Xiao Xuanzi heard this, he immediately cried, and his immature hands shook the old monk and shouted: "Master, go down the mountain and go down the mountain, why don't you want Xuanzi anymore?"

What a lovely child, the old monk didn't know if there would be a goodbye day for this parting, he only hoped that this child would have higher achievements in the future, and other mountains would be his best choice.

Parting is for a better practice and a better reunion!

The old monk touched the little monk's head again and said, "Little Xuanzi, take that "Dharma Character Sutra" to other mountains, other mountains are the direction you should go, where are your friends!"

After speaking, the old monk slowly walked in the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, his already emaciated figure looked extremely desolate in this snowy place.

Looking at the back of the old monk leaving, Xiao Xuanzi and Shengzi knelt on the ground in unison, bowed to the ground with both hands, and after kowtowing three times piously, they got up and looked in the direction of other mountains, their eyes were full of longing......

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