The Prince and the Demon Monk [Rebirth]

In the 24th year of the Ming and Yuan Dynasties, in the middle of the night of the twelfth lunar month, everything was quiet.

Daxiangguo Temple in the eastern capital, with red walls and green tiles, towering palaces and pavilions, sprinkled with cold silver light, the Baocha Zen Forest is solemn and solemn.

There is a plum grove in the northeast corner, the red plums are fragrant and fragrant, but there is no snow this year, and the trees and leaves are empty, but there is no trace of snow. It is unavoidable. People say that "there is no spirit without plums and no snow". Ye Hongmei, without Frostling and Snow Bullying, has lost a bit of Rui Hanzhi's thin and frosty arrogance.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind passed through the plum grove, and the grid fan on the north side of the abode was blown away, and a ray of cold fragrance hit. Entering the Zizhu couch, it was cut off by layers of gauze curtains and fell to the ground.

Since An Xiping entered the palace at the age of eight, because of his blessed appearance and pleasing name, he was arranged to serve the prince by his side. From the beginning of cleaning, he could only see the prince from a distance. It has been fifteen years since he was close to his heart and soul, and in one year, the prince will reach the age of weak crown.

Today the prince came to the Daxiangguo Temple to pray for the snow for the Holy One. To show his sincerity, he stayed overnight in the Buddhist temple and became a vegetarian for three days.

Daxiangguo Temple has been deeply worshiped by the royal family since the Taizu. live.

An Xiping was leaning on the side of the bed to watch the night, but the cold wind made him smart, he got up quickly, walked around the screen, saw the window was wide open, and stepped forward to close it.

But at this moment in the green gauze tent, Liang Cheng, who had been sleeping deeply, suddenly frowned, his pair of crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he had fallen into a nightmare, within a few breaths, a layer of dense sweat appeared on his forehead, All of a sudden, those eyes with slightly raised tails opened suddenly, the black pupils were dazed and lifeless, as if they were still awake, staring up blankly.

After a long time, the pair of pupils finally focused, then widened suddenly, closed again, and opened again.

Liang Cheng didn't know where He Xi was tonight, he was clearly still in the dormitory last moment, the poisoned wine pierced his intestines, and the pain was like colic, but now he was on the high bed and soft pillow, the ecstasy and bone-piercing colic was like a nightmare, the dream Woke up and disappeared without a trace.

He sat up slowly, and with the moonlight passing through the window, he could clearly see the purple bamboo couch and the plain green gauze under him. Such a plain and elegant arrangement was definitely not in the East Palace. He gradually remembered that this place was in the Daxiangguo Temple. Merlin Abode.

How could he be here?

After the disaster, everything was just a big dream?Is it Buddha's dream warning?

Liang Cheng stretched out his hand, looked at the lines on his palm, his eyes touched the blood relic wrapped in black gold threads, he paused suddenly... no... it wasn't a dream!

He closed his eyes, his father's shocked and disgusted eyes, his mother's alienated and disgusted face, Meng Liujun's hypocritical and contrived face, everything was vivid in his mind, it was not a dream!

Then he...was rescued?

Just when Liang Cheng couldn't figure it out, the gauze curtain was lifted, and a white, round and pleasant face appeared outside the tent. Liang Cheng's heart was filled with turmoil, and he looked at An Xiping in amazement.

"Your Highness, did you get chilled by the wind?" Seeing the prince waking up, An Xiping thought he was awakened by the cold wind, so he asked.

"Xiping..." Liang Cheng stretched out his hand, caressed the side of An Xiping's face, and murmured in disbelief, "Xiping, you're still alive..."

Xiping blushed, his Highness was good-looking, being looked at so intently by such smoky eyes, even though he was used to seeing such a good skin, he couldn't help but feel confused, he lowered his head and asked: "Your Highness, is he being haunted? The servant is naturally alive."

Liang Cheng's fingertips touched An Xiping's white and tender cheeks, and the warm touch told Liang Cheng that Xiping, who had been caned to death in front of his eyes, was indeed alive...

What exactly is going on……

"Your Highness?" An Xiping's neck was red now, and he said dully, "Your Highness, I have to preside over Qixue tomorrow morning, so let's rest early."

"Praying for snow?" Liang Cheng was startled, a thought flashed through his mind, he swallowed his saliva, and said softly: "Now it's the twelfth lunar month, the sun is dry and the rain and snow will not fall, so I'm afraid there won't be enough buckwheat for next year's spring plowing." .”

An Xiping said anxiously: "Your Highness, don't worry, you will surely be able to pray for great snow for Daqi."

The suspicion in Liang Cheng's heart was confirmed, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. After a while, he patted An Xiping on the shoulder and said, "Well, you don't need to stay here anymore, go to the cubicle to catch up on sleep."

An Xiping was about to say "I can't do it", but seeing Liang Cheng's expression was incredulous, he had to leave in aggrieved manner.

After the surroundings returned to a sudden silence, the green gauze tent was slowly lifted up, Liang Cheng put on a silver fox cloak, stepped barefoot on the cold floor, and gently opened the door, the cold air hit his face like a knife, and the knife pierced into the bone, Liang Cheng But as if unconsciously, he stepped out of the room.

Two young eunuchs stood guard outside the door, and when they saw Liang Cheng, they were so startled that their sleepiness was scared away, and they were about to kneel down to Daoan, but Liang Cheng stopped him and waved his hand back.

The two young eunuchs didn't dare to ask any questions, they were silent like cicadas, and retreated without saying a word.

There was no snow on the ground, but the air-conditioning did not decrease. It burrowed into the flesh and bones along Liang Cheng's bare feet, but it gave Liang Cheng a real feeling. Layers of Merlin.

He actually came back, back to a year ago, it happened to be the deep winter and the twelfth lunar month, and it happened to be red plums.

In this world, is there really something that reverses the cycle of reincarnation?Or is it Nirvana and rebirth as the Buddha said?

If so, which god or Buddha gave him supernatural powers, and why did he choose him?

As an ordinary person, he would cry with joy, but Liang Cheng was in a daze. As early as the moment he drank the poisoned wine, his heart was as still as water, and he only felt that life is so happy and death is so hard. He has let go of obsessions, should he repeat the past A life of trembling on thin ice?

Do not……

Liang Cheng raised his head and closed his eyes, no matter why he got this adventure, since he came back again, he was determined to stay away from the battles in the palace, and only hoped that he could spend his life in the clouds and wild cranes, and see all the mountains and rivers in the world.

And now there is an opportunity to get rid of right and wrong.

In the 24th year of the Ming Dynasty, there was no snow in Gyeonggi for the first time in winter. His father ordered him to pray for snow. Unexpectedly, three days later, it snowed heavily, avoiding the danger of early spring drought.

To pray for snow tomorrow, he will escape into Buddhism in front of all the monks, nuns and laymen!

With a certain idea, Liang Cheng couldn't help letting out a suppressed laugh, and even walked into the plum grove with interest, approaching a cluster of plum blossoms, a wisp of cold fragrance pierced his nostrils, refreshing.

He has always loved plums, and there are plum branches all around his bedroom, whether it is small and fine palace powder, or green calyx and jade butterfly, he plants everything, but here is the rare river sand palace powder, which is as fierce as fire, and there are even several plants. On the spur of the moment, Liang Cheng flew up to one of the ancient plums with thick branches, tucked his feet, which had already been purple with cold, into his cloak, and sat cross-legged on the thick branches.

Great Qi Taizu won the world immediately. He is a talented man with unparalleled resourcefulness. He can defeat thousands of troops with a lance. At that time, there were many masters and masters under his command. Therefore, both princes and daughters practiced martial arts since childhood. Strengthen your body, exercise your will, and be prepared for danger in times of peace.

The royal family also has two sets of inner strength and mental methods that are not passed on to the outside world. One set of Qiangang Sutra, which is fierce and domineering. , but it was created by Zen Master Huijue all his life. Taizu was injured by a dark disease in his later years. Huijue gave this sutra to Taizu to repair the dark injury. This sutra is long and soft, nourishing Qi and prolonging life.

The Qiangang Sutra and the Huntian Sword are about aptitude, and not every prince can learn them, and since King Teng died, both of them were lost, and there may be no successors in the world.This is also a point that Emperor Ming and Yuan were criticized by others. With this achievement, the Daqi royal family has always firmly held military power and repeatedly rejected foreigners from outside the pass. However, in recent years, Turks have frequently violated the border and harassed the border people. He went back, but he lost the deterrent power that made foreigners frightened.

On the contrary, the Bodhi Heart Sutra can be practiced by anyone, but most of the practitioners stop at the fifth level and then make no progress. Powerful, but if the success is complete, you will be at ease, in the sky and on the earth, everything is at ease.

This sutra is divided into nine levels, Liang Cheng only practiced the third level, and it has been two years since he stopped at this level. As a crown prince, he naturally does not have the energy to study martial arts. In fact, the royal family has always regarded it as self-cultivation. The technique of prolonging life is not very important. After all, in the 300 years since the founding of Daqi, no one has ever practiced this technique, and the highest level is not even the sixth level. If you don't change it, this is also the secret that if there is no change in the royal family, everyone can live a long life.

It's a pity that the royal family never lacks dangerous battles. In history, Da Qi lacks the emperor's Zen position the most, but I don't know how many of them are secrets that are not known to outsiders.

At this time, Liang Cheng was sitting in lotus among clusters of red plums, inhaling the weather on his back, drinking the goblins down, his heart fluttered suddenly, there was a sign of a breakthrough in the realm that had been stagnant, Liang Cheng let nature take its course, calmed down, and moved When I start the Bodhi Heart Sutra, I will forget both things and me in a moment.

He closed his eyes at this time, but he didn't realize that around him, swirling qi that would not have appeared gradually grew up, rolling up plum petals, wrapping him in it, taking advantage of his cold and refined appearance, unexpectedly Man in the world.

And the blood relic on his wrist also flashed a red light, and then fell silent again, like a hallucination.

I don't know how long it took, Liang Cheng finally breathed out and finished his work, and opened his eyes, those eyes outlined in ink and wash were shining brightly, he didn't see a trace of confusion and despair, he broke through to the fourth level just like that.

Liang Cheng suddenly felt his whole body relaxed and at ease. He was about to get up when he found a circle of plum petals under the tree. The sound of the footsteps on the stump was interrupted, Liang Cheng looked back, and saw a moon-white monk's robe appearing in the depths of the plum grove, among the sparse shadows, the visitor slowly passed through the flowers, majestic and dignified, Xiao Xiao was solemn, and his whole body was undisturbed. Dyeing a dust, it seems to be hanging down from the clouds above the nine heavens.

A gust of wind passed by, and the person who came raised his hand, casually caught a plum petal flying towards his lips, and looked up at Liang Cheng.

Liang Cheng was stunned and forgot to say anything, he finally knew what it means to be "high in appearance, like a jade tree in a Yao forest, naturally it is a foreign object".