Qihuang

The monks recited the scriptures in a selfless manner. Zhihai lowered his head, put his hands together, and silently recited Amitabha, and finally said to Yan Liao:

"This is the coffin of the king of Mobei. Mr. Wu sent it to my temple in person, waiting for the son to invite the king back to the palace."

Zhihai's voice is deep and warm, just like his face, it seems to be soothing and peaceful.

It's just that Zhihai's words are useless to appease people's hearts. Yan Liao's heart was lifted all of a sudden, and he curled up his palms unconsciously, staring closely at the black coffin on Gaotai.

For a while, Yan Liao didn't dare to take a step forward to confirm.

He didn't dare to open the coffin for an autopsy, he didn't quite believe that it would be the corpse of his father.

He was afraid that this was Wu Hai's trick to deceive him.

In fact, Yan Liao himself knew that Wu Hai really couldn't do much in Xian'an.At the beginning, Wu Hai was asked to follow, but he was thinking that he was smart, and if something happened, he could communicate quickly through the Blue Bird Square.

In her previous life, Yan Liao wanted to find the remains of her father so that she could bring them back to Mobei.Even if you don't expect to bury the whole body, only the ashes are fine.Sprinkle the ashes on the land of Mobei, the glory of life, the freedom of death.

It's a pity that Yan Liao couldn't do it in his previous life.

After nearly 18 years in this life, Yan Liao still couldn't do it.

He couldn't overthrow the dynasty in one fell swoop, couldn't protect his father, couldn't...leave Mobei behind and take back his father's bones.

So much so that Yan Liao couldn't believe that what was placed in this coffin would really be the remains of his father.

"My son!" Wang Xinbai patted Yan Liao's back heavily: "Master Zhihai has called you three or four times."

Yan Liao suddenly woke up from his wild thoughts, only then did he notice the pain in his palms, he opened his palms and saw that there were four red fingerprints on both palms.

"Amitabha." Master Zhihai asked again: "May I meet the King?"

The Buddhist scriptures have been read, and the king's black coffin should also be sent back to the palace.

Yan Liao pursed his lips, his hesitant gaze became firm again: "Open the coffin."

Yan Liao is not afraid of the sky and the earth.He may not be afraid of injury, and he may not be afraid of pain.Only the warmth of family and country that has been obsessed with for two lifetimes is the weakness he tucks in his heart and is most afraid of being touched, and he cannot tolerate even the slightest bit of damage.

If this is Wu Hai's trick, if Wu Hai dares to provoke him with his father's affairs, no matter where the world is, he will definitely chase Wu Hai to death.

After Yan Shizi spoke, the monks who had finished reading scriptures left the hall one after another with wooden fishes in their arms.

Zhihai said: "The old monk will not bother you for the time being."

The Buddhist Hall suddenly fell into a terrifying silence.

Wang Xinbai supported Yan Liao's shoulders and said, "My lord, let me come."

"No need." Yan Liao stopped Wang Xinbai, took a step forward, opened the cold coffin lid——

Wang Xinbai: "My son?"

Yan Liao didn't answer, Wang Xinbai didn't call him again, just looked at Yan Liao's stiff back, and said softly, "I'll wait for you outside."

Only then did Yan Liao let out a faint "hmm".

Wang Xinbai walked to the corridor outside the Nianfo Hall, leaned on the pillar, raised his head and sighed.

"Wu Hai, you must not lie to the prince with this matter, otherwise the prince will... be very sad."

After a while, Wang Xinbai heard the noise, turned his head and saw Yan Liao walking out across the threshold.

Wang Xinbai pointed to the sky outside the corridor: "The snow has stopped again."

Yan Liao stood with his hands behind his back, and ordered lightly: "Let the imperial army come in, and invite the father back to the palace."

The stone in Wang Xinbai's heart fell steadily to the ground: "Yes!"

Wang Xinbai walked outside the courtyard and met Zhihai who was sitting on a stone bench. After thinking for a while, he stopped and said to Zhihai: "Master, go and see the son of the world. They all said the family's witty words to produce lotus. Please accompany the survivor."

Holding the hot tea, Zhihai smiled slightly and said, "Amitabha. Prince Yan is an extremely firm person, he doesn't need others to comfort him, he will see it for himself."

Wang Xinbai frowned: "Of course I know this, but because of this, he... no one likes him!"

High walls and deep courtyards, battlefield barracks, everyone respects him and fears him, thinking that he is invincible, powerful and close to God, but no one likes him only as an ordinary 17-year-old boy.

Zhihai smiled without saying a word.

Wang Xinbai saw that the monk was really at ease, and said with a smile: "So, being an official is meaningless, why do you want such a false name? Master, does your temple still accept disciples from outside sects? Do you want me to come to the temple to practice?"

Zhihai laughed again and said, "Young master's heart is too full of worldliness, and he can't escape into Buddhism."

Wang Xinbai laughed loudly: "That's right, once you become a monk, you won't be able to chat with girls anymore."

With a wave of his hand, Wang Xinbai stopped chatting with Zhihai and went to work outside the mountain gate.

After the imperial army carried the black coffin away from Xiangshan Temple, Yan Liao also came out from the treasure hall after entering the incense.

Compared with the menacing aura at that time, the scent of incense candles and fireworks lingered faintly around him now, which eased Yan Liao's aura a lot.

Zhi Hai said: "Young Master Wu left an hour before Shizi came here. If Shizi is looking for someone in our temple, I'm afraid he won't be able to find him."

Yan Liao nodded to Zhihai: "I won't look for it anymore, thank you Master for chanting sutras for my father, and leave."

Yan Liao turned around to leave, but Zhi Hai took another step, stopped Yan Liao and said, "Your Majesty, not all of your murderous aura is heavy on you."

Yan Liao was taken aback for a moment, then looked back at Zhi Hai, not knowing what Zhi Hai wanted to say to him.

Zhihai clasped his hands together, spoke peacefully, and said: "The misery in the world mostly comes from not letting go. If you can let go of your obsessions in your heart, no longer be confined to the past and the past, and only focus on the future, the future will be another confrontation. The burning fire in your heart It won't burn you any more."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Liao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he walked quickly to Zhihai, and asked in a low voice, "What did you say?"

Zhihai bowed his head, and chanted another sentence of Amitabha, and gestured outward: "The road is difficult in snowy weather, please be careful, my son."

After saying this, regardless of the astonishment on Yan Liao's face, he retreated into the treasure hall, knelt down under the Buddha and began to chant sutras.

Yan Liao: "..."

When the cold wind blew, Yan Liao felt a layer of hair on his back, and it took him a long time to recover.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Yan Liao felt that there was something in the monk's words, as if he knew something?

Yan Liao has gone through hundreds of battles in his two lifetimes, struggled countless times on the front line of life and death, and never believed in gods, ghosts, Buddhas and demons, but this time he was sweated by the old monk.

But it seems that the monk is not going to say any more.

Shaking his head, Yan Liao's eyes were dark, he silently memorized Zhi Hai's words, and left Xiangshan Temple with a group of people.

On the way back, Yan Liao didn't say a word.Wang Xinbai thought for a while, but still broke the silence, he asked: "Cough...what's going on now, do you want to continue to send people to arrest Wu Hai?"

Yan Liao didn't even think about it: "Of course."

In fact, Yan Liao's heart is in a mess right now.

One farewell to April, Wu Hai, who returned to Mobei, brought Yan Liao one wave after another of accidents. Compared with the weak young man before, it is not an exaggeration to say that he caused a thousand waves.

However, the more you don't understand it, the more messy it is, the more you have to arrest people. After all the merits and demerits are balanced, the judgment of life or death will be made.

Wang Xinbai felt startled, and said with emotion: "I have never looked at this Wu Hai well except for his face. I really never thought that he has so many abilities."

Yan Liao: "Except for the face?"

"That's right." Wang Xinbai glanced at Yan Liao: "The first time I saw Wu Hai, I was really shocked. If he was a girl, I'm afraid I will have to marry him in this life."

Yan Liao sneered, not wanting to talk to this shameless person anymore.

After returning to the palace, Yan Liao ignored Wang Xinbai's pitiful request and asked Wang Yuan to be summoned to the palace to discuss the state funeral together.

After the discussion, Wang Xinbai, who clung to Yan Liao's thigh and refused to leave, was dragged by the back of his neck by Wang Yuan, and dragged cruelly down the slippery and cold steps...

The corner of Yan Liao's mouth twitched, seeing Wang Xinbai struggling on the ground with an expression of "If you don't save me now, there will be no me in this world". saved.

Wang Yuan pointed at Wang Xinbai, who was hiding behind Yan Liao and flaunting his power, and said angrily, "This matter is endless! If you have the guts, don't go home for the rest of your life!"

Wang Xinbai's complacent face suddenly collapsed: "..."

Yan Liao quietly watched the grandpa and grandson quarreling, knowing that Wang Yuan would not beat anyone to death here anyway, so he went back to the bedroom to rest in peace.

Pushing open the palace door, before Yan Liao entered, he felt impetuous inside, unable to calm down no matter what.

Rubbing the center of his eyebrows, Yan Liao cheered up and walked to the table, preparing to write a letter to ask Xu Shaoqing how things were going.

Unexpectedly, when I picked up the inkstone, I saw a letter that was pressed underneath.

The memory was suddenly awakened, and Yan Liao suddenly thought that after Wu Hai gave him Hua Jin San three days ago, he seemed to have come this way.

With a dark face, he opened the letter paper hidden underneath, took out the white paper and unfolded it, and Wu Hai's words appeared before his eyes——

"En has been repaid."

What a favor has been repaid!

Yan Liao nestled the paper into a ball in an instant, threw it into the stove and burned it to ashes.

Could it be that the so-called "graciousness has been repaid" refers to the Xiangshan Temple! ?

Yan Liao's heart was pounding, could it be that even this was under Wu Hai's control?

Yan Liao couldn't figure out what Wu Hai was thinking.

Say that he did have a little affection for Mobei, but he brought foreigners to the city; say that he hated Mobei and himself, and he sent back his father's body, and sorted out his father's remains and sent them to Xiangshan Temple super...

Speaking of which, how did Wu Hai manage to send his father's body back to Mobei from the chaos in Xian'an! ?

Yan Liao was ups and downs, his brows were furrowed, he was irritable and confused.

Another palace official came to report outside the door: "Your Majesty, all the ministers are waiting in the hall. They said that three days have passed and they have something important to report. Please be sure to go and see them once."

Yan Liao lowered his face, suppressed his anger, and asked, "Where is Prime Minister Wang?"

Gong Ren said: "Prime Minister Wang just came out of the palace, and happened to meet the ministers who entered the palace together, and was called to go to the main hall together."

Yan Liao sneered, one by one, so impatient!

"Okay, I'm going to have a look, what's the 'important thing' this time!"

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There is a game of chess on the table, the black and white pieces are strewn about, judging from the situation, the white pieces are cornered.

Lin Shuiyan held a white chess piece in his hand, and his beautiful face with meticulous makeup was numb: "If I play chess with you again, I will feed myself to the wolves."

Wu Hai put down the sunspots, looked at her and said, "I don't want to play chess with you either."

It's too vulnerable.

Lin Shuiyan was furious, and stretched out his hand to mess up the chessboard, saying, "It's no longer enough, go drink your medicine! The two poisons in you are mixed together, and it's much more troublesome to detoxify than a single one."

Wu Hai got up, took the medicinal soup sent by Lin Qi, and drank it in one gulp.

Then Lin Shuiyan laughed happily.She doesn't like Wu Hai's always cold and calm eyes. This kind of look that dislikes the bitterness of the medicine and drinks the medicine with gritted teeth and frowning is quite cute.

After drinking the medicine, Lin Shuiyan asked, "Do you want some candy?"

Wu Hai tilted his head to look at Lin Shuiyan, evoking a gentle smile.

Lin Shuiyan felt cold all over his body: "...I want to eat it, so I asked you by the way." He picked up the candy on the plate and put one in his mouth.

After a while, Lin Shuiyan couldn't help but asked him again: "Why did you fall into Hua Qing San? Although you haven't been to Xian'an long enough, how many seeds have you planted?"

Wu Hai sat quietly without answering, but said, "The arrest warrant for Prince Yan will probably be withdrawn in the next few days."

Lin Shuiyan: "..."

"So you took great pains to send the body of King Mobei back to Mobei, just to let the prince see the face of this matter and let you go?"

Wu Hai said lightly: "I'm going to sleep, Miss Lin, go out."

Lin Shuiyan slapped the table and stood up: "It's boring!"

Today was also a day when he didn't ask anything and was kept in the dark, Lin Shuiyan came out of Wu Hai's room angrily.

After Wu Hai was left alone in the room, he sat quietly for a while, and waited for the bitter taste in his mouth to subside completely, then got up and came to the stage.

There was a memorial tablet on the stage, it was Mr. Fan's spiritual tablet that Wu Hai took away from the palace that day.

Standing in front of the tablet, Wu Hai whispered:

"Teacher, I'm still too bad. I failed to protect the king. Even after finding the king's body, I made myself so embarrassed. I accidentally fell into a trap. I fell into a trap and almost didn't come back. Come..."

Of course the spirit card would not talk to Wu Hai.

Wu Hai didn't care either. He lowered his head and said to himself: "Teacher, you are gone, and the king is gone. There is no one in this world who is really good to me."

Outside the house, the north wind was blowing heart-rendingly, roaring and beating against the wooden windows.

Wu Hai walked to the window and closed the window that was almost opened. When he came back, he passed by the table, reached out and picked up a candy, and put it in his mouth.