Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 4 4. On foot

"The relic is the emptiness of all dharmas, neither birth nor death, nor dirt nor purification, nor increase nor decrease. Therefore, the sky is colorless, without feeling, mind, body, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, colorless, sound, fragrance and touch. Without vision, even unconscious."

Under the blue light.

In the attic.

Day after day, the prince read the scriptures with sincerity and a bit of truth.

This caused Mr. Mei in the pavilion 300 meters away to nod frequently. He held the whisk in his hand, with his legs cocked, holding a cup of hot tea, with a little ridicule on his lips.

The seven princes have read the scriptures for two years, and they are afraid that their temperament will wear out. Yesterday the nine princes should have told him about their marriage to the Turks. The prince was not angry, and it can be seen that he has really become a softie.

Xia Ji chanted the scriptures in the afternoon, and there was a familiar footstep outside the door. Not long after that, the door opened and the Nine Emperor Gods closed the door. Only then did they show a grievance.

"Xiao Su, what's the matter?"

"Brother, the monk of Leiyin Temple said that "The Past Burning Lamp Sutra" is his Buddhist secret collection. There are rules in the temple, saying that he can only climb the ninth peak of Mt. Osumi and play a game with the former abbot at the top. Only in that round can you be qualified to refer to the "Past Burning Lamp"."

Xiaoxu Mi Mountain is a strange mountain outside the Imperial City of Shang Dynasty. It is surrounded by clouds and mist all the year round. The deeper it goes, the more so. Leiyin Temple is only on the fifth peak.

Xia Xiaosu continued: "I told the monk that my brother was under house arrest and could not leave the palace. He borrowed books because he was obsessed with Buddhism. But the monk said that there are rules in the palace and there are rules in the temple. If you don't have the chance, don't force it."

Xia Ji thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Xiao Su, you go find him and tell him that his son wants to go to Xumi Mountain to play a game of chess, just to read a book, and he will return at night."

Xia Xiaosu was obviously a little afraid of the emperor, but thought that maybe she could only get along with her brother for three months. After three months, she would fall into the wild and go to the infinite hell. Suddenly, she was not afraid and ordered Head, said "OK".

In the evening, the nine emperors came back.

As soon as she entered the door, she smiled, "Brother, he agreed, you can leave the palace tomorrow."

Xia Ji beckoned, Xia Xiaosu walked to his side.

"Xiao Su, sit next to me."

"Ok!"

The two brothers and sisters were sitting in the Buddhist scriptures pavilion in the twilight hours. Xia Xiaosu suddenly sighed slightly, leaned his head on his brother's shoulder, and pressed his lips. The smile in his eyes disappeared, revealing a bit of sadness.

Xia Ji stretched out her left hand, put her arm around her sister's shoulder, and suddenly asked, "What did you promise him?"

Xia Xiaosu's body trembled, she turned her head away and looked at the gloomy ground.

Xiaoge fell into silence.

It wasn't until Xia Xiaosu spoke again that the calm was broken: "I promised him that I will go to Turks happily, and I will do my best to promote the alliance between Turks and Dashang."

Xia Ji's fingers were still calm, just tightening the hug a little bit. He hugged his sister into his arms, and Xia Xiaosu suddenly began to cry and cry softly, "Why, why, why are we doing this? What did we do wrong? What's up?"

Xia Ji let her cry.

Cry.

Crying a lot.

Can grow.

Three months.

enough.

He raised his head and looked at the sky outside the window. His eyes were calm and quiet, as if the peace before the infinite violent violent beginnings.

the next day.

Koyuki.

Father Mei prepared the carriage, pulled the drake's voice, with a three-point mockery, and said sharply: "Seventh Prince, please."

Xia Ji didn't say much. When he got in the car, it was the emperor's blessing to go. How could he let other people accompany him? As for this father-in-law, it is entirely surveillance, which is naturally different.

The abbot of Leiyin Temple had known that the prince was coming, and he did not personally receive the prince under house arrest. He just sent a young novice to lead the way and took Xia Ji back to the mountain.

Novice monks lead the way.

Xia Ji walked in the middle.

Grandpa Mei followed quietly.

At the entrance of the Ninth Peak, the little novice stopped in front of a mountain gate, then put his hands together and said: "The donor, please climb alone. The mountain has its own chess game."

Xia Ji walked directly past the mountain gate, and father-in-law Mei followed. The little novice hurriedly said, "This father-in-law, the rules of this temple, only the opponent climbs alone, otherwise you cannot go."

Father Mei screamed: "Our family is an envoy of the emperor, and also needs to be bound by your rules?"

The novice monk hurriedly said, "Please don't be embarrassed by father-in-law."

Grandpa Mei didn't care about him, he was about to walk through the mountain gate, and Xia Ji suddenly said: "Grandpa Mei, the temple has rules, so you need to follow the rules.

If the father-in-law insisted on coming, I would not be able to play this game. Even though I am the prince under house arrest, I can still talk to the emperor when I return to the palace. "

Grandpa Mei was stunned, and weighed in his heart. He didn't need to entangle the deceased prince. In case he was really cruel, then he would lose a lot of money, so he shrieked and smiled: "Then our family will Waiting for the prince under the mountain."

On the other side, the little novice also sighed and smiled friendly at Xia Ji.

Naturally, Xia Ji was not helping this little novice, he just didn't want to play against Yi Shi with Grandpa Mei standing behind him.

He passed the mountain gate, which was the snow-capped ridge, and up there was the misty mountains.

The prince of Dashang walked up step by step, away from the novices and eunuchs, and his figure gradually entered the deep winter sea of ​​clouds.

Since then, I don't ask for the Buddha, but only learn from the scriptures.

An hour later, Xia Ji had already reached the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain is empty, and the mist has dispersed a lot, but looking around, it is a vast expanse, like walking in the sky, without seeing the world.

Xia Ji looked up, and saw that in the center of the mountain top clearing, there was a huge boulder as a natural chessboard, and an old monk was sitting cross-legged on the opposite side of the chessboard.

When the old monk saw the visitor, he did not say to be seated, but said: "Old Na listened to the abbot said that Shi's main use of "The Past Burning Lamp Sutra" to observe, if you want to observe the scriptures, you need to break the game, but this chess game is not more powerful than chess. It is the Zen mind. If the Zen mind is not enough, the donor is afraid that his hair will be gray and old for decades. From now on, his heart will be suppressed by evil nightmares, unless he eats the fast and chants day and night, and is always accompanied by a green lantern. Ancient Buddha, otherwise there will be no peace in my heart."

Xia Ji nodded, signaled to know, and then sat down opposite the old monk.

"Wait a minute."

The old monk's voice sounded again, prompting, "The donor is afraid that Lao Na's remarks are too mysterious, right?"

Xia Ji stopped and shook his head: "I didn't think so."

The old monk shook his head, feeling that the young prince in front of him was still too ignorant of the heights of the world, and he had never understood what a game of chess he had to face, so he sighed: "Then, before the donor takes his seat, listen to Lao Na telling a story. Listen to the story. When it's over, if the donor still has to sit down, it will be a cause and effect, and Lao Na won't say much."

(End of this chapter)