once upon a time there was a temple

In the first ray of sunlight in the morning, Zhimu slowly got up and left the meditation room, without sleep all night, but Zhimu was not tired, still like an exiled fairy, his eyes were as clear as ice.

Zhi Mu cannot deny that his mood is not as calm as he appears on the surface. He is very anxious. In fact, it is more accurate to say that his mood is mixed. It is said that Mu Yunmiao has successfully poisoned the emperor, and his family feud is about to be avenged. , I have to go back to Yunding intact, but the feeling of something wrong permeates my body and mind.

Why should the only sister grow up instead of me, with bloody hands instead of me, while I lived quietly in Yunding during Miaoer's painful time, and now Miaoer has taken the last step instead of me, killing the enemy with my hands.

What did you do when you came back?What did you do to betray Buddhism?Nowadays, a weak and incompetent monk can't do anything. He is full of Buddhist scriptures, morality, benevolence and charity. Do he really think that he is like that detached holy monk?Miao'er can no longer return to her original innocent appearance, no, she must not be allowed to take the last step, the last three months of the emperor, the last step will never be allowed to be manipulated by others.Zhi Mu made up his mind that he would never tolerate and never give Mu Yunmiao a chance to get close to the devil.

Since Miao'er has poisoned the emperor, it's time for the poor monk to put an end to it, or the family feud is divided into one and half, and Mu Changfeng's sons and daughters will personally settle the grievances and resentments of these decades.Mu Changsu, don't you miss the emperor's father?Don't you want him to forgive you?Don't you want to see the emperor's father again?The poor monk is not as good as you wish, and the sin you owe will be planted in your heart forever by the poor monk himself.

Sometimes dying happily is also a kind of happiness, at least for Mu Changsu, he thought that he could see Mu Changfeng after death, and being freed actually fulfilled him. Zhimu knew that Mu Changsu was not afraid of death, but Mu Changsu, Are you afraid that you will never have any relationship with the emperor's father forever?No matter how many times you have been reincarnated, there will be no connection at all. The poor monk wants you to find but not find, love but not find.

Zhi Mu pushed open the door of the meditation room, and the sun immediately shone on his body, with the cold brilliance of the moonlight last night, neither warm nor dazzling, just like Zhi Mu's indifferent mind that had already finalized the plan.

"I report to the national teacher, the emperor wants you to enter the palace immediately to meet him, and we have important matters to discuss." The little eunuch reported in this way, with a respectful expression as if facing a god.

"The poor monk will enter the palace with the benefactor, Amitabha!" After speaking, he walked away, and the little eunuch followed suit, bending slightly.

Hundreds of flowers competed in the imperial garden, and it was a beautiful scene, but the emperor just sat there sullenly, without a trace of spring's vitality and joy on his face.

"Amitabha, why is the benefactor so sad?" Zhi Mu asked, looking at the emperor who had been silent for a long time.

As soon as the emperor waved his hand, the guards around were waiting for the guards, and the guards quickly walked away. In the huge imperial garden, only Zhi Mu looked into the distance and waited quietly.

"National Teacher, recently I feel anxious all the time, but I don't know why, and I feel a little unwell and anxious. National Teacher, what do you think is wrong with me?" The emperor didn't know who to talk to. The heart palpitations, the national teacher is a monk, he can't tell lies, he can always hear the truth, the more important reason is that the national teacher has that person's breath on him, for several times, the emperor thought he was back, but He knows that he is not.

"Amitabha, is the benefactor thinking too much? Or is he busy with state affairs? It's normal for mood to change between climate changes." Zhi Mu naturally knew that Miao'er's medicine had worked, and also knew what the emperor had been thinking about day and night for decades. , Depressed and melancholy in the heart, is it strange that the body can be in good shape?But if you want to go deep into the heart and inject pain, you have to guide step by step, and then enter his heart, so that you can hit him with a single blow, so you can't rush.

"National affairs have their own princes. I don't think it's because of national affairs. Maybe it's time." Mu Changsu looked at the end of the sky with a nostalgic expression, with a kind of expectation. The sun has risen very high, but Zhimu, the emperor Didn't feel any warmth at all.

"Since the benefactor is already prepared for things that haven't happened, the poor monk can only advise the benefactor to forget some memories of the past years. Some things will be missed for a lifetime." Zhi Mu said pointedly, his tone was cold .

"It seems that the national teacher already knows about my intentions, so I should also know about my obsession. Letting go is easier said than done, and I have never had such thoughts." The emperor looked back at Zhimu, and looked through Zhimu Looking deep into the memory, but found that there seemed to be nothing deep in the eyes of the national teacher.No, it is impossible for the national teacher to have any resemblance to him. He is always so warm and warm to his relatives.The emperor couldn't help but want to laugh at his madness.

"The benefactor doesn't want to let go, doesn't want to forget, but do you know if he wants to be remembered by you? Missed by you? Don't let him go? He doesn't want to, he just feels sick." Zhi Mu's cold face began to crack , the words are as sharp as a knife, every sentence is like a sword, every word is like a sword.

"National teacher, you...? Forget it, I'm confused. Except for my nephew Mu'er, who else has a temperament similar to him, and has such a penetrating power for Buddha like him, you have become him!" It's something I've always wanted to do. Heh." The emperor saw the stern expression on the usually cold and jade-like monk, and his ice-like words made him suddenly realize.

"The poor monk's dharma title is Zhimu. The donor may have misunderstood it. As for the donor's heart knot, the poor monk is just telling the truth. You just cling to the past and don't let it go. You don't know that the people in the past have long since passed. It's also hard to find traces." Zhi Mu moved the rosary, closed his eyes slightly, and seemed unwilling to say more.

"I... don't know that he is so impatient to get rid of me, no matter, no matter, if I followed him immediately, I am afraid I would have the chance to reincarnate with him. Now it has been decades since I went around. What the holy monk said is right, times have changed, things have changed, what else is left?" Mu Changsu seemed to be suddenly strangled by someone, his eyes were wide open, his breathing was rapid, and a thread of dark blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth , slumped on the chair and could no longer move.

"The benefactor was wrong again. It would have been useless if you followed him immediately. His family of more than 100 people had been killed. How could he forget such a crime because of your few words? You go, it's nothing The path of his reincarnation. You have made a mistake since you decided to pull him from the altar to the mortal world. What he wants, you will never have, and what you want, he will never have. It is just a bad fate. Amitabha! After Zhi Mu finished speaking, he turned and left the Imperial Garden, and heard the flustered voices behind him, none of which had anything to do with him.

"A bad fate turned out to be a bad fate," but how could I be willing, how willing to let him accompany the ancient Qingdeng Buddha, leaving me alone to struggle in the mortal world, Mu Changsu whispered, God If crazy.

Zhi Mu paced along the bustling and noisy long street in Chang'an in a calm and unhurried manner, feeling very happy in his heart, the enmity of several years has finally been resolved today, and the rest, Zhi Mu believes that it will be soon.

As soon as he arrived at the National Teacher's Mansion, Zhi Mu paused for a while, but still stepped in, what should come will eventually come.