Linzhi

"Ling Chi is too late, it's not advisable."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone looked different.

He Mu smiled and nodded in relief, while He Xiu's face became more gloomy.

He Rong paused, and finished speaking: "King Qi's murder of his father and relatives is an unforgivable crime. No matter how many times he is executed, it is not too much, but if he is put to death in public, then we will not be able to say anything about the heavenly family." The face is gone, and the subjects will inevitably have some discussions, criticizing His Majesty for being unkind."

"That's exactly the reason!" He Mu expressed his expression, and said earnestly: "Erlang, you should listen to what Sanlang said. He Xuan killed not only his second siblings, but also Emperor Xian and Concubine Yin, who were married women who attended the banquet that day. Among them, many died in the rebellion, not to mention our most beloved Jia Niang, you are heartbroken and angry, and I am also heartbroken and angry, but now we have different identities, and we can no longer let our temper. Father's position."

He Xiu said indifferently: "So, if I torture people in prison and keep them out of the public eye, elder brother will agree?"

He Mu froze for a moment, then frowned displeased: "Could it be that you forgot what happened to An Shi and Cheng Yue last time? You wanted to be happy for a while, but do you know how many officials your father suppressed to submit papers of impeachment against you?" ?”

He Xiu: "I originally wanted to go to the frontier, if His Majesty can exile me because of this, it is really my wish."

He Mu also became angry when he heard the words: "You speak like we intend to suppress you and prevent you from making contributions!"

He Tai had a headache, and said: "Erlang, I have just ascended the throne not long ago, and I have a lot of things to worry about, so you should stay in the capital first, and help me to be my father at that time. Let me consider the matter of leaving the capital first. How are you?"

He, the emperor, didn't have much majesty in front of his son, and he was talking to He Xiu almost in a negotiating tone, but He Xiu didn't appreciate it, and after hearing what he said and doing a salute, he got up and left.

He Mu said angrily: "Father, look at him. He doesn't make sense. He doesn't listen to any good things. He still wants to go to the frontier just like that. In the end, don't cause any trouble. We have to deal with it!"

He Tai sighed: "Erlang has been heartbroken, and he hasn't recovered yet..."

He Mu disagreed: "It is precisely because of Gu Nian Erlang's mood that the fiefdom you gave him is more than twice as much as that given to Sanlang and the others, and his Prince Ji's Mansion is also in a good location. No one else has a big garden, and Saburo and Goro didn’t say anything, but Erlang, not only didn’t think about your kindness, but also made an inch of it, what kind of talk is that!”

He Tai couldn't help but started rubbing his forehead again.

He Rong listened silently, didn't say anything, just submitted his own statement, and then quit first.

Leaving Xuanzheng Hall, he had just walked not far when he heard He Mu shouting from behind: "Sanlang!"

He Rong stopped and turned around: "Brother."

He Mu caught up: "Sanlang, if you don't have anything to do today, why don't you go to my place and have a meal before leaving."

Although it was a question, but the words were almost affirmative, He Rong did not shirk, and nodded: "Then bother big brother."

He Mu was very happy, so he took his shoulders and walked together: "You are welcome, we brothers haven't seen each other for a long time, since Shiro ran away..."

He shook his head and couldn't help scolding: "You said that he is not a good prince and prince, why do you have to go out and make troubles, now that you don't know if you are alive or dead, and you haven't even come back to report your safety, father is about to be mad at him!"

He Rong: "Everyone has his own ambition."

He Mu laughed angrily: "Don't let him be cheated out of his travel expenses outside, that's already a great fortune!"

……

He Xi sneezed again.

He couldn't help rubbing his nose, thinking why he was sneezing all the time recently, could it be that he was about to catch a cold?

He Xi blamed it on the thin bedding under his body.

In April and May, it was still very cold in the mountains, especially after nightfall, and the quilt was still too cold, so He Xi curled up and pulled the quilt a little higher, wrapping the whole body up, leaving only his face exposed. head.

It was already bright outside, but he still didn't want to get up lazily. He rubbed his face against the pillow and yawned, feeling drowsy, thinking he could take another nap.

At this moment, the door of the room was banged.

He Xi frowned, turned over and tucked his head into the quilt, pretending not to hear.

But the other party saw that he didn't open the door, so he opened the door and walked in.

The little monk Mingchen walked to He Xi's bedside: "Get up, senior brother!"

He pulled up a corner of the quilt, but seeing that it couldn't be pulled, he knew that He Xi must be wrestling underneath, so he couldn't help curling his lips, showing helplessness, grabbed the corner of the quilt with both hands, and shook it vigorously.

The person in the quilt was shaken off the bed directly, with a ouch, his hands were still tightly hugging the other end of the quilt.

"Is there anyone like you to wake people up!"

Ming Chen felt aggrieved and said: "Who makes you unable to scream every time, I have to use this method!"

He Xi rubbed his shoulders and got up, wearing unlined clothing, and the hair on his head was shaved.

Ming Chen handed him the monk's robe, and said solemnly: "Brother, it's time for you to practice."

He Xi lamented: "I practiced yesterday and my back hurts, can't I take a break today?"

Mingchen: "Master said, the edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. The young and the strong don't work hard, but the old is sad."

He Xi: "If you are sad, you will be sad. I am not afraid. Anyway, I am not a sword, nor a plum blossom."

Anyway, you can go back to Chang'an to join your father and brother.

Ming Chen: "Brother!"

His tender voice is very cute when he speaks. He Xi likes to tease him very much on weekdays, but today he is not in the mood. He just wants to hug the quilt until he grows old. This is all because he stood on the plum blossom pile for a whole day yesterday, and it ended in the evening. When practicing, He Xi only felt that his legs were going to be useless, and he had difficulty even taking a step. After taking a nap, he didn't feel any better, on the contrary, it got worse.

A few days ago, He Xi finally made up his mind, was taken by the old monk to become a monk and shaved, and became a bald member of this Yutai Temple, but his dream of martial arts was quickly shattered, because he never thought that practicing kung fu is such a thing. It's a hard job, I knew it would be better to stay in the capital, and my father and brother told me to order me all day long.

He only saw Mingchen's majesty when he made a move, but he forgot how much price this kind of majesty required.

He Xi: "Junior brother, tell me honestly, how long will it take to practice kung fu to your level, is one year enough?"

Ming Chen shook his head.

He Xi still had a glimmer of hope: "Those two years?"

Ming Chen said crisply: "I am eight years old this year. Ever since I could walk, Master has asked me to practice Kung Fu. Until now, my Kung Fu has not been considered a breakthrough."

He Xi rolled his eyes and lay down on the spot without thinking, "I won't practice anymore!"

Ming Chen wrinkled his small face earnestly: "Brother, if you persevere, you can carve gold and stone."

He Xi: "You asked me to practice for a few more days, and I felt that life was unloved. You also asked me to practice for a few more years! I will stop practicing, and I will blame the old...Master, you lied to me that you will be able to do it soon. If I become like you, I will pack my luggage today and go down the mountain to go home!"

Ming Chen said anxiously: "Senior brother!"

When he was in a hurry, he couldn't say anything, he just looked up at He Xi with tears in his eyes, it was really pitiful.

He Xi's heart softened, and he patted his head and said: "Why don't you follow me down the mountain to return to vulgarity, and I'll take you there to live a good life, and let me tell you, my father is amazing!"

Ming Chen shook his head: "I won't go, Master is here, I want to stay."

He Xi: "We can also take Master with us! Chang'an is prosperous, and there are many delicious foods. The most important thing is that the temples over there are bigger than each other. I can ask Master to place orders with you. You don’t have to stay on this mountain all the time.”

He twisted Mingchen's little face: "I don't even have any oil or water all day long, look how hungry you are."

Ming Chen was also a little tempted, but he still hesitated and said: "Master will not agree."

He Xi patted his chest: "Leave it on me, I'll go and convince Master!"

After such a fuss, he couldn't fall asleep either, so he took the monk's robe and put it on three times, then led Ming Chen to the old monk's room.

After knocking on the door a few times, there was a response from inside: "Please come in."

He Xi heard the voice a little weak, so he pushed the door and entered, and was about to greet him, but saw the old monk sitting cross-legged on the couch, with his head bowed and his eyes half-closed.

Ming Chen was startled, and ran over: "Master, what's wrong with you!"

The old monk moved slightly, and touched the top of Mingchen's head with his hand, but Mingchen screamed: "Master, your hands are so cold!"

He Xi also felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly said: "Master, why are you uncomfortable, why don't you ask Ming Chen to find some medicinal herbs to make soup?"

The old monk shook his head and sighed: "My time is approaching, so don't worry about it."

He Xi was taken aback. Earlier, the old monk said that he was not in good health and his time was short. He always thought that the old monk pretended to be pitiful and tricked him into worshiping him, but he didn't expect it to be true.

"Mingdu," the old monk called He Xi's dharma name, "I thought that I would have more time to teach you as a teacher, but I didn't expect that you have just been apprenticed for a long time, and you are going to be a teacher, but you have not been able to treat you. Do your job as a leader.”

He Xi was at a loss: "Master, I don't blame you. If you are unwell, you should take care of your illness!"

The old monk shook his head lightly: "You have a noble face, but you are not a person who will stay in the world of mortals forever. If you force yourself to stay in the world of mortals, you will inevitably suffer disasters in the future. That's why I will do everything possible to lure you into the Buddhist gate. As a teacher, I know that. You don't have a deep attachment to Buddhism now, and you really want to go down the mountain. As a teacher, I hope you can promise me one thing."

He Xi: "Master, please explain."

Old monk: "I left a few notebooks in the study, which recorded my travels in various places over the years. You have to read those notebooks. After you finish reading, if you still want to return to vulgarity, go ahead. Don't worry about disobeying the teacher's order, the Buddha is in his heart, and forcing is not a blessing."

He Xi replied anxiously.

The old monk said to Mingchen again: "After the teacher leaves, the mantle will be passed on to your senior brother. From now on, he will be the abbot of this Yutai Temple. If he also returns to vulgarity, you can take over the abbot position."

Ming Chen wept and said: "Master..."

The old monk wiped away his tears with his skinny hands, and smiled calmly: "Idiot, birth, old age, sickness and death are normal, why is it so?"

As long as Ming Chen could remember, he had been taken by the old monk's side, and regarded him as a teacher and a father. He was far from the age where he could see through life and death, so there was no one who didn't cry at this time.

He Xi's heart was soft, and when he saw this, he also felt uncomfortable, and lowered his head to wipe away his tears.

The old monk slowly took off the beads in his hand, and put them on for He Xi himself.

"I can't live with you as a teacher..."

He still felt ashamed of He Xi, because this disciple had just entered the school for a few days, but he couldn't make it to the day when he left the teacher.

He Xi felt that his master was not bad even though he often lied to him without changing his face, but the specific good thing was that he had only been with him for a few days, so he couldn't really say anything. More mature.

The old monk's voice became smaller and smaller, his head slowly lowered, his gray beard finally stopped shaking, and he was completely silent.

"Master!" Ming Chen cried and rushed over, hugged the old monk and shook him for a long time.

The old monk passed away.

Many people don't know that He Xi hates life and death the most. The reason why he left a book and left was not only that he didn't want to get involved in the power vortex as he said to He Zhan, but also because the death of He Jia and other relatives deeply affected him. Shocked, I didn't want to face it, I was afraid to stay in Chang'an again, and I didn't know what a cruel situation to face, so I simply chose to escape.

But I didn't expect to come here and still have to face life and death.

He sighed and patted Ming Chen's head: "It's okay, senior brother will cover you from now on."

Then he said to the old monk: "Master, you can go at ease, Mingchen is with me."

……

"Sanlang, try this dish, duck tongue with salt and pepper." Mrs. Song personally brought the dish over.

He Rong straightened up and took it: "Thank you, sister-in-law."

Song said with a smile: "Try it quickly, I made it myself."

He Rong picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. After a while, he nodded: "The duck tongue is tender but not fishy. My sister-in-law's craftsmanship is still the same as before. I remember that my second brother also likes this dish."

Song's smile paused, and she couldn't help looking at He Mu.

He Mu sighed slightly: "Yes, Erlang used to like to eat the dishes cooked by your sister-in-law the most, but now, even if I call him, he won't come."

He Rong put down his chopsticks: "Second brother has a knot in his heart now."

He Mu: "I've also heard the rumors, but they're all hearsay. It's not your sister-in-law's fault, let alone her pushing your second sister-in-law into the rebels."

Song's smile was gone, her complexion was gloomy, she said "you take it easy", and hurried out.

He Rong: "Brother, it doesn't matter what the facts are now, what matters is what the second brother thinks in his heart."

He Mu: "You've seen it too. I talked to him nicely and tried to persuade him in private, but he didn't listen at all. Now he's on the tip of his horns, and no one can pull him out. If you're willing to come forward Help me persuade him, I am naturally grateful, our brothers can work together in times of adversity, it makes no sense that now that we are rich, we are separated from each other."

He Rong put down his teacup and said slowly: "When Wulang and I came back from Turkic, the second brother was very envious. He told me more than once that he wanted to lead soldiers and make contributions, but because of various changes later, he couldn't do it. Big brother thought If you ask me to persuade my second brother, then I must have a reason to persuade me."

He Mu frowned and said, "It's not that this matter is impossible, I'm afraid that Erlang's impulsive temper will easily ruin the big thing."

He Rong: "With Zhang Hou here, the second brother dare not mess around."

He Mu sighed: "Forget it, since you said the same thing, I'll go and persuade my father to agree to this matter someday."

He Rong cupped his hands: "I thank the eldest brother on behalf of the second brother."

He Mu waved his hand: "I only hope that our brothers can be of one mind, and we will be satisfied if there is no more quarrel. In fact, the eldest brother also has a matter, and I want to ask you."

As He Mu, he shouldn't have uttered this begging word, but He Rong just raised his eyebrows slightly, without much surprise, as if he had expected what He Mu might say.