Chapter 332

In the early morning of October, the White Horse Temple is in the hazy fog. There was a clear night rain last night, and the bodhi trees in the courtyard became more and more lush after being washed.

"Percussion -"

someone knocked on the red painted copper door.

Soon, a little bald head popped out of the back.

The little monk in grey looked curiously at the man outside the threshold. He was full of high spirited and extraordinary bearing. His black eyes were narrow and deep, and his lips were holding a subtle smile. "Little monk, can master Puhui be here?"

It turns out to be the master's guest.

The sight of the little monk glides into the cage in his hand. There is a parrot with bright fur in it. It looks lively and lovely. The little guy looked a little distracted, and after waiting for a cough, he was embarrassed to blush, so he quickly welcomed the master's guest in.

Master Puhui is very old. He read a sutra late last night. He can sleep at dawn. He hasn't woken up yet. The little monk quickly confessed his guilt and went to call the master to get up.

The man is not angry, standing in the courtyard enjoying the magnolia tree.

Unfortunately, it's not the right time to come. Summer is the time for magnolia flowers to bloom. The sacred flowers, big as bowls, are blooming in the thick green. They are as crystal clear as snow. They are just like the solemn lotus of Sakyamuni Buddha. They are fragrant and fragrant, which makes people forget to go back.

Not long after, master Puhui appeared, wearing ordinary Brown robes and twisting a string of faded beads in his hand, "Amitabha, I have kept you waiting for a long time."

The man chuckled, "abbot, don't want to break the evil Yan. Now juechen has a white body, but he is just an ordinary common people with flat head. He can't afford to wait for a master."

Master Puhui is an old abbot who retired from office. Since the accident happened to his beloved apprentice, he was deeply shocked. He was not interested in worldly affairs. After he chose a new abbot, he stayed in seclusion. Even in the face of the former culprits, the old abbot maintained a peaceful attitude.

Jingcheng is to blame himself, unrepentant, has long been doomed, can not blame others.

Master Puhui called out the Buddha's name, "glory is the dream of the third watch, and wealth is still the same as September frost. Benefactor, if you want to jump out of the chess game, why is it not a gift from heaven? How many people really pursue fame and fortune? It's better to follow our example and make a living dead man in leisure. "

"The Buddha Dharma of the master is boundless, reaching the summit. We are amazed." Yan juechen smile, "it's a pity that Yan is a layman. It's too heavy to kill evil. It's doomed to have no relationship with Buddhism."

The old monk did not speak. After a long silence, he took out a red book from his sleeve.

This is a marriage note, on which there are eight characters about the birth date of the Duke of Yan, and the woman's side is written with Miss Li.

The eight characters do not agree with each other.

It's a terrible thing.

Dasha.

Never die.

Yan juechen took it without changing her face.

Master Puhui moved his lips and sighed, "sometimes you have to have something in your life. Marriage is determined by nature. Why do you have to ask for it?"

This should be the couple who should not be married. Both of them have strong fortunes and have the image of a prince. Either the east wind prevails over the west wind, or the west wind prevails over the east wind. One of them is doomed to be defeated and submit to the throne.

What's more, the woman Kefu.

The man stands erect with a long body and a red card between his fingers. In an instant, the paper clip is broken like snowflakes. He was as calm as ever, and said, "since my Yan juechen's entry into the world, God has blocked and killed gods, and demons have stopped killing demons. I have never failed. I don't believe in fate by marriage, and I don't believe in the third Buddha. If I want her, heaven and earth will make way for me. Can this book of marriage stop me?"

Rao is master Puhui. As a Buddhist, he can't help but admire this broad-minded man.

On that day, he wanted to marry Miss Li's family and sent their birthdays to Baima temple.

Baima temple did not dare to neglect the Duke of the state. Eight eminent monks worked together to deduce the result. Without exception, they got the omen of great evil.

When the two evil spirits meet, they will die.

They carefully informed the Duke of the state about the result. The other party was boiling water and drinking tea in the main room. They took a leisurely attitude, and carelessly lost a sentence, "Oh, well, let's change a happy way of saying, anyway, people always want to marry."

He didn't pay any attention to the robbery.

It was the first time that master Puhui saw such a man. In the past, he worked out Kefu's eight characters. Those childish brothers were eager to ask God to worship Buddha and break away from the relationship with the woman, for fear that they would be killed by bad marriage.

The Duke of Yan, on the contrary, not only wanted to marry, but also wanted to have a good reputation. He employed half of the country and made his wife the most admired bride in the world.

Although he stepped into the coffin with one foot, he was regarded as a man who had gone through the wind, frost, rain and snow. However, today, master Puhui still can't see through this man.

He is said to be rich and noble, covering the sky with one hand, but in his heyday, he retreated bravely and made a piece of cloth clothes.

He said that he was penetrating and calculating shrewdly, but he spent a lot of time to marry a wife whose fate was against him.

Now, he is still able to talk with him about the past, just like an old friend.I can't see through it.

I can't see through it.

Master Puhui said, "I still have a thousand year old ginseng here..."

No one knows the body of the Duke of Yan better than him. The body of the other is seriously ill, and he looks as strong as the sun. In fact, he has been in decline for a long time. He only relies on his courage to support him.

The disease had been lurking in the blood of the Duke of Yan long ago. It can be traced back to the early founding of Daqing. The leader of Yan destroyed a kingdom where witchcraft was popular. Before his death, he poisoned him with poison and kept silent for more than ten years. Suddenly, it broke out one day.

That day, it was the night when he came back to the door with Lin Lang San Chao.

"No need. Yan has finished what should be done. " Yan juechen declined the Abbot's kindness.

He didn't care about the length of the time.

However, there are some regrets.

I can't see what kind of grand scene this world is and how magnificent the empress in that world is after a hundred years.

The little fellow is strong enough now to no longer need his protection.

The Duke of Yan rubbed his sleeve with his fingertips, and he couldn't help laughing.

It's really worthy of his Yan juechen's choice of a woman. She has a big heart, a big courage and a greater ability. He doesn't need to worry about it.

When he first learned about his illness, Duke Yan knew that he would not live long, so he began to prepare for the future as soon as possible. What worried him most was his newly married wife, who had thin arms and legs and had no strength to bind a chicken. Worried that her widowhood would easily be bullied, the Duke of Yan planned to pick out a girl from her mother's family who had a plan and a means to go into the Yan Family's house for her to drive her in the future.

Of course, I'm afraid that he will be restrained by his mother in advance.

But I didn't expect that the little lady was so jealous that she knocked over several vinegar jars. The Duke of Yan couldn't help crying and laughing, so he could only stop thinking about concubines.

After all, if she did it for her husband's sake, she didn't do it for her own sake.

The Duke of Yan did not want to give up his delicate and soft wife to be widowed for him. He died and was dead, but the living still had to live. He thought that she would cry with a cold memorial tablet for the rest of her life. He would also be distressed to see it under the nine springs.

People attach great importance to women's chastity, but the Duke of Yan doesn't care. If she can live a better life, why not let her pursue a more unrestrained life?

Originally, the Duke of Yan wanted to find a reliable man for his wife. This man must have a certain status, power and wealth, so that she could not suffer any hardship for half of her life.

However, unexpectedly, the Duke of Yan discovered his son's possessive desire for his wife.

He was going to kill that little rabbit that day.

But on second thought, he has raised this little rabbit for 18 years. What are his advantages and disadvantages as Laozi can't be clearer. In addition to the point of hot temper, obstinate temperament, he must report, in the matter of female sex, he actually knew nothing about it. It was as clean as a piece of white paper.

In a certain way, this little bunny is the most likely to accept death. Once he has identified someone or something, he will fight to the end and never let go.

The Duke of Yan pondered and made a fantastic decision.

If the boy has the ability and courage, it is a good way to retreat. But in front of the two people is the code of ethics, which is not easy. However, the Duke of Yan always believed that it was natural for a man to protect a woman. If he even dealt with such a small matter, he would never want to marry a daughter-in-law in his life.

With some kind of secret idea, the Duke of Yan began to practice Yan zhaolie. Even a dead salted fish had to be turned into a carp and leaped to the dragon's gate.

And in this stall, Lin Lang was implicated with the eminent monks of Baima temple.

The Duke of Yan was not a young man like Yan zhaolie. He really thought that Lin Lang was in love with that young man. He thought for a while, from his wife's words and deeds and the consequences of what happened to guess her intention.

Jingcheng is just a guide / fire / rope. What she really wants is to start at Baima temple.

White Horse Temple is a Buddhist temple. If you don't ask about the world, how can it hinder her? The Duke of Yan recalled the donation of the White Horse Temple. The trust of the people to the monks reached a terrible level of piety, which threatened the imperial power.

At that moment, the Duke of Yan recalled the scene of his first meeting with his wife.

He still remembers her saying, "Lin Lang originally went for the throne of Queen. Since she can't touch the imperial seal, there's nothing else I want."

It turned out that she had already made clear her ambition.

She has never been a lady of the government, or even a princess.

What she wants is a woman in charge of the world, and she wants rich people.

What we want is all over the world. Is it the royal land.

Even if it was such a treacherous act, the Duke of Yan connived. With one eye open and one eye closed, he acted as an angry husband. Following her will, he singlehandedly picked the Great Buddha of Baima temple, and pulled the emperor and the princess into the water, making the chess game even more chaotic.Beidi's disappearance, of course, he also knows, so compared to his son's panic, he is more calm as usual. With her help, Daqing marched northward and calmed the enemy's rebellion, laying the foundation for the future prosperity and peace.

He plays chess with his own heart.

The methods are different, but they are all the same.

So they are a perfect match.

She knew he was powerful, he understood her ambition.

If he had not been injured, if he had time, the Duke of Yan would not easily decentralize his power.

Surrender, there is no beautiful scenery side by side.

Unfortunately, his time is running out.

There are some things you can't even think about.

That's it. In the end, she should be a stepping stone for her. After the goal is achieved, she will leave quickly.

No matter how he comments on the spring and Autumn Annals behind him, as long as he has no regrets about his life.

"Master, the tour of empress is about to start!"

The little monk came panting, his face flushed, "the abbot is going to ring the bell tower! Let you go up and preside over it

Master Puhui looked at the man on his side.

"It's hard to come. Let's get together." Yan juechen gently nodded.

The bell tower of Baima temple is large in scale, with three storey eaves. The dark green glazed tiles reflect the fine streamers under the newborn sunlight. The painted pillars and beams are painted with gold, and the smell of new lacquer is given off. The square bell tower was renovated just a month ago. It is the will of the empress to make the Millennium clock ring the first call of emperor for her in a new state.

Yan juechen followed master Puhui up the high bell tower. When the young Abbot saw him, he showed an uneasy look and saluted people in a hurry.

For a long time, the Duke of Yan was the God of Daqing and was worshipped in the hearts of all living beings. Even if he was reduced to Tsing Yi, the monks did not dare to be slighted.

Yan juechen put one hand in his sleeve and a birdcage in his hand. He looked like an idle rich and idle man. He said with a smile, "Yan is here to watch. Masters don't have to worry about it. You can do it at will."

As soon as the voice dropped, there was a noise from the bottom outside.

Hunting with banners and banners is splendid.

There are six horses in Yufu, the female emperor. The flag is embroidered with five stars of the sun and the moon, and twenty-eight stars. The colorful tassels are flying in the wind. The sky blue jade cloud one left and one right followed the well-known general, and then was the prime minister Yan in gorgeous and dignified clothes. Under his leadership, the Duke and Marquis of Manchuria moved forward slowly.

Eighty one passengers were on board with thousands of people.

It has a great momentum and a magnificent atmosphere.

The Duke of Yan looked at it for a while, and suddenly said, "master, Yan has an unkind request. Can Yan do the first 18 of the 108 rings?"

"This..."

Master Puhui and his disciples looked at each other and finally agreed to him.

"Dong --"

the bell tower of Baima Temple sent out the first ring of congratulation to the new emperor.

Deep and long, reverberating under the blue sky.

Your majesty, I wish you all the best!

In your name, and spread all over the world.

From then on, Fenghua has become an absolute reward.

After 18 rings, Yan juechen takes his arm back from the pestle. He lifts the bird cage on the ground and walks quickly to the vermilion railing of the bell tower.

The parrot seems to have been shocked by the sound of the bell just now, stupidly picking on the jade hook.

The Duke of Yan looked funny and put out a finger to tease it, "Feicai, look down, your master is emperor. As a small follower, you don't have anything to say? Do you want to hold your thighs? "

Feicai seemed to understand, fluttering his feathers and shrieking his voice.

"Miss Ruyi! Good luck, miss! The young lady did a good job -- "

the Duke of Yan's eyes fell on the jade, and he could not see his eyes clearly. He said slowly, "fat money, don't be lazy. It's time to change your words. Now, long live your majesty."

"Your Majesty is broken by thousands of pieces."

wealth is like flowing.

"Long live your majesty, long live." His lips and teeth chewed the words, overflowing with subtle and profound feelings.

Long live, long live you.

There are thousands of rivers, thousands of mountains and rivers, no loss, no boundary.

Year old is the year after year, there are flowers to enjoy, wine to warm, someone to dress for you.

Yan juechen did not continue to follow the past, he stood quietly on the bell tower, quietly watching the emperor's guard of honor far away.

There were two or three passers-by.

He opened the cage and let the parrot flutter out. He put on the hat of ordinary people and went south all the way.

In July, the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is flourishing, and it is the busy season of picking lotus.

Some people lavishly bought a small boat from the boatman.

The boatman saw that the employer was beautiful and dignified. He was not like a romantic young man. He asked, "my guest, are you from the capital?"The other side gave a gentle smile.

The noble guest from the north had no airs at all. The boatman put down his uneasiness and began to talk with people enthusiastically. He even asked for his name.

"Name..."

The man's eyeground glanced over the trace, "nobody is just a nobody. If you want to be serious, call me Yanli."

Chuanjiale was happy and gave him a thumbs up. "Young master, you are really handsome. Li is the surname of the state, and the word Yan is the name of the prime ministers of the two dynasties. He is rich and knowledgeable. The old man thinks that the young master is going to have a good fortune this year."

"Follow the old man's words."

The man was laughing again, accompanied by a few coughs, and he covered it with a veil.

A touch of crimson opened on the snow, was quietly hidden in the sleeve.

"What about the capital?" The boatman smashed his mouth and said, "are all the beams gilded and the pillars painted red, which is particularly elegant and luxurious --"

the man youyou added, "not only that, the girls in the north are particularly beautiful."

The old man was happy and said, "so, the young master's sweetheart is also there?"

His eyes were tinged with the color of lakes and mountains.

A gentle and affectionate "um".

He said low, "yes, all the time."

That's why I especially prefer the north land which can't open the green lotus in the south of the Yangtze River.

After talking with the boatman's uncle for a few words, the man wanted to go to a brand-new wupeng boat. He refused the boatman's enthusiastic leadership. He spread his long legs, stepped on his feet and paddled with his hands. With a leisurely smile, he fell into the deep green lotus sea.

The boatman looked at the immortals and sighed in his heart.

If Niu Er was not only five years old this year, but the young man had a lover, he would like to make a kiss with each other.

The boat rippled until the clear light sprinkled on the dark bamboo canopy.

He sleeps a dream full of clouds and water and looks at the stars flowing in the sky from afar. The lotus leaves and branches are graceful and graceful, and the beautiful shadows are cut out from the backlight. Holding the tender lotus canopy, the faint sweetness floats into the boat of foreign tourists.

As if to see something, the man's eyes gradually lax, flooded with a very soft, extremely happy smile.

That silly appearance, like the school after school, young love across the winding corridor, in the peer's ridicule, painstakingly, finally saw his lover, the other side shy red face, tardy, made him nervous and helpless, palms sweating.

But fortunately, it did.

"Madame, are you here to pick up your husband and go home?"

The hands grabbed several times in the void, and finally fell down.

For the rest of my life.

From then on, there was no one else in my long dream.