The lights in the room were a little dim, reflecting on Yin Rumo's dusty white clothes, leaving a heavy shadow.

Seeing Yin Rumo, Yin Hong, who had not gotten up for many days, actually struggled to sit up by himself, but it was just a simple action, which also made Yin Hong sweat.

He patted the edge of the bed with his hand and smiled: "Momo, sit down, let's talk to father and son." ”

Yin Rumo took a pillow, cushioned Yin Hong behind his back, and was about to sit down in response, when he suddenly heard Yin Hong ask, "Who is outside?

Separated by a wall, Ji Xin rubbed his hands under the eaves, and said in a low voice: "You talk, I have set up a temporary formation, and no one will disturb you within three hours." ”

After finishing speaking, he tiptoed a little, lightly crossed the wall, and went straight to the White Horse Temple. The hexagram shows that in the underground palace of the pagoda of the White Horse Temple, there should be a jade plate of creation.

On the other side, Yin Rumo walked to the door, glanced out twice, and said while closing the door: "Dad, it was the ghost Bu in the courtyard just now, and he left." ”

Yin Hong's spirit seemed to be exceptionally good, he closed his eyes, his robe was windless, and there was a faint coercion around the room, which gradually dissipated after a while.

"It's true that it's gone, there's no third person here. Yin Hong suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Momo, I have always wanted to ask you a question, who are you helping to do? Is it the emperor or the king of Wucheng?"

The wind passed through the hall, and the lights flickered.

"Dad, the child worships under the door of Zhu Fuzi, and he is the little junior brother of King Wucheng. Even if the child is willing to do things for Ji Liang, Ji Liang does not dare to reuse the child. ”

Yin Rumo got up and cut off a section of the wick and covered it with a glass cover.

Yin Hong frowned and said, "You are really doing things for the prince." Hey, there's one thing, you were young before, and I kept it a secret. ”

"Actually, we are not related by blood, your mother is Concubine Xie Lianyi, and your father is Emperor Renzong. You originally had a brother, but your father was useless, and he was snatched away by the people of the Demon Sect. ”

Yin Rumo was not surprised at all, he had investigated this matter, and it was rumored that when Emperor Zhaozong was still the king of Jin, he was interested in Emperor Renzong's concubine Xie Lianyi.

Later, Concubine Xie gave birth to a pair of twin brothers, Emperor Zhaozong loved Wu and Wu, and was very fond of these twin brothers, which made the queen jealous and asked the maid to throw them into the lotus lake.

As for how he was rescued and then adopted by Yin Hong, it has always been a mystery.

Yin Rumo was silent for a moment and said, "My brother is still alive, I ran away from home and met him in the Taiyi Academy. Dad, how did I get to Yin's Mansion?"

"I didn't know either, but when I woke up, I heard the crying of a child outside the door, and I went out to see that your brother was wrapped in a cloak and placed on the stone steps at the door. ”

Yin Hong lifted the mattress, took out a brocade box from the dark compartment of the wooden bed, and opened it to see that there was half a jade pendant inside.

"Look at the jade pendant on your body, it should be something for the emperor's royal use. I sent someone to inquire that the newly-born child in the palace, only Lianyi's twins, was said to have been thrown into the lake by the maid. After the palace was banned that night, the only ministers who entered and exited the palace were King Wucheng and Prime Minister Zuo. The two of them went in well, and came out wet, King Wucheng said that he fell into the water, and Prime Minister Zuo said that he bumped into King Wucheng and wanted to catch him, but unfortunately fell into the water together. ”

Yin Rumo thought to himself: Zhiwei Martial God will also fall into the water? This excuse is really bad enough. It's just that King Wucheng and Prime Minister Zuo said it together, and the emperor can only believe it.

......

The moon is dark and the wind is high, in the White Horse Temple.

The little monk of the ten directions stretched his waist, turned over and prepared to continue sleeping.

However, unlike before, the wooden couch seemed to have become extremely narrow, and only a grunt was heard, and the little monk fell down with the quilt.

Shifang rubbed his eyes and climbed onto the wooden couch, this time, he took a special look and determined the position in the middle, and then he lay back and closed his eyes. Immediately after, Shifang only felt that his back was empty, and he fell off the wooden couch again.

It's really alive, the little monk sat on the ground, stretched out his hand to hold the wooden couch.

I saw a little Taoist priest sitting on the couch with Erlang's legs crossed, looking at him with a pair of shiny thief eyes and a smile, it was the descendant of the demon god who had not seen him for a long time.

"Demon Dao!"

Shifang raised his hand is a palm, and it is empty again.

The figure of the little Taoist priest appeared on the cabinet in an instant, still smiling, stretched out his hand to grab Shifang, and said, "Little monk, borrow your rosary and use it." ”

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the little monk of the ten directions to agree, he directly fixed him, took the Buddha beads and walked away.

At night, there is no endless stream of pilgrims in the White Horse Temple, and occasionally a few monks who keep vigil are all quiet. Heavy pagodas, lonely pines and cypresses, is a little gloomy.

One of the oldest Zen temples in the White Horse Temple is called the Twin Pagoda Temple, the gate has been locked for many years, and there is only one stupa inside, which stands alone.

This is the tallest tower in the whole of Luojing, and it is also the oldest tower, with a total of thirteen floors, called Nagarjuna Tower.

Legend has it that there are demons under Nagarjuna's Tower, and every full moon night, those who live nearby are awakened by a terrible howl.

He glanced at the rusty iron lock, climbed over the wall, stood still at the top of the Nagarjuna Tower, held up the Buddha beads with one hand, and faced the moon shadow in the sky, his eyelids were half open and half closed, making an old monk into a fixed state.

In a short time, the clouds and mist in the sky dissipated, revealing a curved first quarter moon. I saw a flash of runes on the Buddha beads, and the originally ordinary string of prayer beads suddenly became emerald green and shining.

The sound of the machine turning sounded, and through the light emitted by the Buddhist beads, one side of the stupa could be seen that a golden statue of an Arhat appeared.

No, this is not a statue, but a stumbling Arhat with a stumbling body, painted with a layer of gold dust.

Looking at it, Ji Xin couldn't help but take a step back, there was still a wisp of remnant soul on this Arhat, he was not a living person, and he couldn't be counted as a dead person.

It is said that after the death of some great monks, the Dharma body does not decay for thousands of years, and after a special ceremony, it is enshrined as a Buddha in the flesh. The arhat looked serene, as if he was chanting sutras with his eyes closed, but he was missing a string of Buddhist beads in his hand.

He bowed down in a proper manner, stepped forward and stuffed the Buddha beads into the hands of the Arhats, and said in a low voice: "Senior, I'm sorry." ”

Before the words fell, Luo Han suddenly opened his eyes, twisted the Buddha beads and said, "Huh, why is he a little Taoist priest?

The sound was unusually shriveled and stiff, like several rotten pieces of rotten wood rubbing against each other.

He was stunned for a moment before he remembered that this Arhat's so-called "quiet as a little monk" was actually the master of the dust.

"Ahem, Master Jingru has passed away. ”

When he said this, he felt a little awkward in his heart, as quiet as an old bald donkey who died in battle on Guixu Island.

Luo Han blinked and said, "Who is the current abbot?"

"It's Master Dust. Senior, please let me go, I'm going to the dungeon. ”

Divert the topic and get down to business, and if it drags on like this, the sky will be bright.

There was a strange clicking sound, and Luo Han's hands moved stiffly, forming a Jizo seal, and said, "Only the abbot of the White Horse Temple can enter the Nagarjuna Underground Palace, and the old man can't let you go." ”

Holding his forehead with one hand, he thought: Your grandfather's is like this, and he can still make a seal? This is to force the young master to be rough. With a roll of his eyes, he secretly took out a nest-changing Luan Feng talisman and quietly flicked it on Luohan's body.

Suddenly, I saw that the Arhat and the incense burner in the corner of the wall had switched places.

It was too late, and at the moment when he kicked open the incense burner and jumped into the secret passage, Luo Han let out an angry roar, flew over from behind, and grabbed one of his arms.