Tragedy counter attack system

Early the next morning, Yan Yixuan set off first to pick up Ye Zhen, and the carriage with the logo of Houfu stopped not far from the city gate.

Because it came out early, the red sun was hanging above the horizon, and the cool air was lingering around. Taking a deep breath, Ye Zhen's still sleepy mind suddenly cleared up a lot.

Lifting the curtain of the car, Yan Yixuan was not far away on a horse, as if feeling his gaze, he turned his horse's head and met Ye Zhen's black eyes straight.

Ye Zhen's ears were reddish, she turned her eyes away, and looked in the direction of the city gate.Although it was early in the morning, there was already a long queue at the city gate, and there were many people waiting to enter the city.

There was a clatter of hooves, and Yan Yixuan rode over, approached the carriage, and asked concerned, "Why don't you sleep more?"

"You're refreshed." Ye Zhen blinked her eyes, her black eyes were clear and penetrating, without a trace of sleepiness.

While talking, a carriage was coming from the city gate, Yan Yixuan recognized the sign on the carriage at a glance, and said to Ye Zhen, "Sit down, mother is coming, we will leave soon."

Hearing this, Ye Zhen turned her head to look over, put down the curtains obediently, but when the carriage approached, she got out of the carriage, stood on the carriage and saluted Yan Mu.

This is not a matter of flattery or flattery, but a matter of respecting elders.

When Yan's mother saw Ye Zhen, she immediately knew who her son was picking up, she didn't say anything, but gave Yan Yixuan a meaningful look.

Immediately, Yanmu's carriage drove ahead, and Ye Zhen's carriage followed behind.

Yan Mansion's coachman skills are very good, and the carriage drove very steadily along the way.From time to time, I met a returning carriage, and I heard from Yan Yixuan that this person should go to Lingyin Temple to offer incense and come back after staying there for a few nights.

After walking for about two hours, the carriage finally stopped.

Ye Zhen rubbed her sore waist and kept in one posture. It's no wonder that she didn't feel uncomfortable. There is little room for movement in the carriage, and she couldn't stretch her arms and legs.

When he got off the carriage, Yan Yixuan was helping his mother out of the carriage. While his mother was not paying attention, he glanced at Ye Zhen, and then smiled, his brows were clear and his black eyes were clear.

The guards who accompanied him looked at his nose and his heart, and remained silent.

They didn't see anything, and begged the world to be destroyed humanely.

Ye Zhen didn't have Yan Yixuan's thick face, so she looked away and looked at the mountain in front of her.

The fog in the morning has dissipated, and the mountain peaks lined with ancient trees are green and full of vitality.Dingdong's spring water flows through, clear to the bottom, and the chirping of birds makes the pedestrians look more relaxed.

Looking towards the mountain, the ancient temple is built against the mountain, and the mottled walls tell the precipitation of the years.In the deep silence, in a trance, Ye Zhen seemed to see the sacred Buddha statue in the temple. Facing the rays of the sun, the entire mountain forest was bathed in Sanskrit sounds.

Walking up the steps step by step, the thousands of thoughts in my heart seem to be purified, and the Lingtai is extraordinarily clear.

Yan Yixuan was walking beside Ye Zhen, seeing that he was walking with some difficulty, he simply stretched out his hand to hold Ye Zhen, his folded hands were hidden in his wide sleeves, but it was not obvious.

The ancient temple is quite famous in Beijing, and it is not surprising that not only ordinary people but nobles come here to offer incense.

Walking into the temple, Ye Zhen and Yan Yixuan followed Yan's mother into the hall.

The hundred and ten steps, mother Yan walked up without stopping, her face was not flushed and she was not out of breath. Although she was not as good as when she was young, she was still full of heroic spirit.

Ye Zhen couldn't do it anymore, she barely relied on Yan Yixuan to stand firm, her face was pale.Mother Yan saw her and said with a smile, "You haven't reached the crown yet, why are you not as good as me?"

Ye Zhen smiled wryly, he was already in poor health, he seldom went out when he was in Ye's house, and after walking so far all of a sudden, he really couldn't hold on anymore.

"Mother, you have practiced martial arts since childhood. Ye Zhen is not in good health, there is no comparison at all!" Yan Yixuan continued.

At this time, the abbot who heard the news that Mrs. Yan had come to the temple rushed over.

Mother Yan swallowed her unspoken words, and turned to the abbot, "Master!"

The abbot returned the salute, "Amitabha."

Now that she's here, Mother Yan is determined to pay homage to the great Buddha in the temple. The abbot will lead the way and walk forward.

Ye Zhen and Yan Yixuan were about to follow up, and a young novice who was behind the abbot said a Buddhist name, "Two benefactors, Master Xuanming invites you."

Xuanming?

It's no wonder Ye Zhen was surprised, Master Xuan Ming's name can be described as thunderous.When Master Xuanming was young, the Dharma was unfathomable. If someone in Beijing can get his advice, not to mention being rich for three generations, they will have no worries for the rest of their lives.But a few years later, Master Xuanming went to Lingyin Temple to practice, no matter who came, he did not see him.Gradually, the reputation of Lingyin Temple became more and more important. Three or four decades later, Master Xuanming was rarely mentioned.

But Master Xuanming, who has cultivated for many years, would actually ask to see them?

It is understandable to see Yan Yixuan, but what do you do to see him?

Looking up at Yan Yixuan, he saw his expression as usual, as if he had expected this.

"Since the master invites you, but the junior is disrespectful, please."

The little monk returned the salute and walked ahead to lead the way.As soon as I went out of the palace gate, I met Fang Zilun who was walking in with Miss Wu.

What a coincidence!

Seeing Ye Zhen clearly, Fang Zilun held Miss Wu's hand for a while, and then thought of the land deed given away, his expression turned indifferent.

Ye Zhen didn't change his expression, Yan Yixuan narrowed his eyes.

The moment they passed by, Fang Zilun's back felt cold.Turning his head, he saw Yan Yixuan looking back at him, the eyes were cold and deep, making people shudder.

It wasn't until Yan Yixuan withdrew his gaze that Fang Zilun was able to turn his head, but that gaze was deeply imprinted in his mind.

Fang Zilun's strangeness attracted Ms. Wu's attention. She followed Fang Zilun's gaze and saw Yan Yixuan, the eldest son of the Yan family!

The previous doubts had long been left behind by her, and it turned out to be Yan Yixuan!This time when she goes back, she has something to say to her sisters!

Yan Yixuan was either guarding Xichui with his father, or practicing martial arts with Yan's mother's master on the mountain, and he was rarely in Beijing.Most of the noble ladies in Beijing have never seen Yan Yixuan, so there is a reason for Miss Wu to be so excited.

Ye Zhen and Yan Yixuan followed the little novice towards the back wing, stopped at the innermost one, and asked Ye Zhen and Yan Yixuan to wait.

The little novice took a step forward and said respectfully, "Master, someone is here."

There was a sound of wooden fish in the wing room, followed by the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, the door opened, and it was Master Xuanming himself who came to open the door!

"Mu Qing, you go back!"

It may be that he has been immersed in Buddhism for many years. Xuanming's voice is empty and has a mysterious meaning, which makes people relax involuntarily.

Seeing the daze in Ye Zhen's eyes for a moment, Yan Yixuan glanced at Xuan Ming calmly, and pressed her over with a substantive aura.

Xuan Ming's body trembled, and he swallowed the blood in his mouth.

The little novice who was about to leave saw it, and immediately supported Xuan Ming, ignoring the presence of outsiders, and said anxiously, "Master, what's the matter? You can recover from your serious illness...I, I'll go find Master..."

"Mu Qing!" Xuan Ming stopped the little monk, "I'm fine, you go down first!"

"Yes." The little novice walked away with worried eyes.

"The poor monk took the liberty to invite two benefactors to come here today, and I hope that the two benefactors will not blame you." After entering the wing room, the three of them sat down on the futon, Xuan Ming said.

"Master's words are serious."

Outside the door, a monk-like person walked by, and the footsteps were barely audible.

After a while, Ye Zhen and Yan Yixuan came out and left here.

Walking back to the front hall, on the way, they ran into the maid sent by Yanmu to find them. Knowing that Yanmu had finished her work, she waited for them. The two walked back quickly, and saw Yanmu standing beside the carriage.

Back by car, there was nothing to say all the way.

Capital Imperial Study Room

A dark guard in black knelt on the ground and reported to the emperor everything he had heard and seen in Lingyin Temple.

Yin Huai'an, who was wearing a panlong suit, pondered for a while, "Have you heard what Xuanming and the two of them said?"

"Yes." The dark guard bowed his head.

"Hmm! Control the people around Xuanming, I don't want this to happen again next time."

"Yes." The dark guard clasped his fists again.

"Go down!"

Quiet was restored in the imperial study room, except for the sound of the ink brush being drawn across the rice paper.

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I tried my best to think about it, and I don't know if it's good or not. T_T