I Became the Older Brother of the Heroine in an Abusive Novel

There is no burning earth dragon in the Buddhist hall.

The robe on Xue Yan's body has changed, it is dry and clean, with thick fur.Jin Bao didn't wait on him, he was alone, kneeling by the desk in front of the Buddha to copy scriptures.

The candle in front of the Buddha statue burns quietly, shining on the peaceful and benevolent face of the golden Buddha statue.There was a faint sound of wooden fish outside the window, it was quiet and ethereal, like the farce in the palace tonight, it had nothing to do with it.

A candle was placed on Xue Yan's desk.

Xue Yan raised his eyes, and saw a young monk standing by the table. He looked young, about ten years old at most.

This little monk was exactly the little monk who was watching the night when Jun Huailang came to give him a robe on the day of the Qianqiu Banquet.

Seeing that Xue Yan recognized him, the little monk smiled slightly, put his palms together at him, and performed a Buddha ceremony.

"Don't worry, the benefactor, as long as you are sincere, the benefactor you want to protect will surely turn bad luck into good luck." His voice was calm and peaceful, accompanied by the sound of wooden fish, suddenly like a Buddhist verse from the sky.

Xue Yan snorted contemptuously when he heard the words.

"Do you think that I am copying the scriptures here to pray for blessings?" His tone was cold, and he did not hide his disdain at all.

The little monk was taken aback for a moment, and said something about Amitabha.

"Aren't you trying to save that benefactor?" he asked. "In the palace right now, there are indeed evil spirits doing evil. Although this evil spirit is not on the benefactor, it is endangering the benefactor's body. Could it be that the benefactor copied scriptures and recited the Buddha for this reason?"

Hearing this, Xue Yan threw the pen away, leaned back with folded arms, looked up at the Buddha statue in front of him, and said, "Is the Buddha in charge of this matter?"

The little monk said: "As long as the donor is sincere, there will be something in return."

Xue Yan glanced at him, then slowly picked up the pen again.

"Buddha can't control it." He said. "If he could manage it, these people would have died long ago."

He is indeed copying the scriptures here, but it is by no means really trying to suppress any evil spirits on his body.He was born with evil spirit, if copying the scriptures can cure him, what kind of evil spirit is he?

He can only distinguish between natural disasters and man-made disasters.

If it is really an irresistible destiny, it is only related to himself and cannot hurt others; but for this man-made disaster, he has plenty of ways to make those people die badly.

It's just that when dealing with man-made disasters, you need to put on a bit of piety and superstition.

He raised his head and looked at the majestic Buddha statue.

"The Buddha can't control it, but I can." Xue Yan said. "I can bless him without asking the Buddha. I will kill the evil that the Buddha cannot punish."

He paused every word, and in his eyes was a Buddha full of compassion, but hidden in his eyes was a sharp and murderous intent.

He had never tasted such bone-piercing heartache tonight, and never had such a strong urge to pay with blood.

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A morning star hangs in the dark sky.

The scriptures in Xue Yan's hand were piled up in a thin pile, and the lamp on the desk gradually burned out.He quietly lowered his head to copy the scriptures, and vaguely heard footsteps behind him.

"Your Highness Fifth!" Xue Yan turned around and saw a eunuch kneeling outside the hall, and reported. "His Royal Highness, the fever has subsided. The emperor appreciates your contribution in copying the scriptures. Please return to the Yongle Hall to return."

Xue Yan's hand that held the pen loosened without a trace.Through the gap between his fingers and the pen holder, one can see his slightly red fingertips worn by the pen holder.

That's the mark left by holding the pen extremely hard.

Xue Yan didn't get up.He turned his head, and the pen in his hand landed on the rice paper again.

"Thank you, father, for your kindness." He said without turning his head. "You go and report to Emperor Father. I made a promise today that I would copy the scriptures a hundred times. Now I have only copied 23 times. I dare not break my promise. After I finish copying the scriptures a hundred times, I will report to Emperor Father."

The eunuch was taken aback and raised his head.

The disease is cured, and the matter is over, the fifth prince has to go back to receive the reward soon, why is he still insisting on copying scriptures here?

Xue Yan didn't look back, and said, "Go and answer yourself."

The eunuch received the order, so he had no choice but to obey and retreated from the Buddhist hall.

Xue Yan lowered his head and continued copying scriptures in silence.

At this time, there was no one by his side, and if someone who knew how to do it was by his side, he would definitely be able to see that there were slight differences between the front and back handwriting on this page of his paper.

The first half of the page is full of sharpness, and there is a cold killing spirit hidden between the strokes of the pen, such as the generals in front of the battle lined up, and thousands of cavalry ready to go.On the second half of the page, the strokes implied a bit of relief, but the murderous spirit remained undiminished, like a butcher's knife hanging over the prisoner's head after autumn.

And the word before and after is the last word he wrote when the eunuch came to tell the time.

The night was extraordinarily long.

Before dawn, the sky was getting darker, but the sky turned pale.

In the distance, there were guards in the palace, and they knocked on their clappers. The sound echoed in the imperial city.

The lamp on Xue Yan's desk also dimmed, and it seemed that it was about to burn out the oil.The little monk used to keep watch at night and light the lamps in the Buddhist hall, so he came here skillfully and refilled the lamp oil for him.

"The benefactor seems to be waiting for something." Seeing that Xue Yan was still copying the scriptures, he couldn't help but said.

Xue Yan glanced at him.

"You guessed it right again." He said without stopping.

The little monk clasped his hands together and said Amitabha again.

It's not his guessing, it's just that after practicing Zen and reciting Buddha's name for a long time, one can get a glimpse of one or two people's hearts.

"It's almost there." He heard Xue Yan say calmly.

"I just don't know, what is the benefactor waiting for?" The little monk couldn't help asking. "Someone has just reported that the benefactor has turned the crisis into safety. What do you expect?"

"It's not expecting anything." Xue Yan said lightly. "It's about waiting for a result."

The little monk looked at him, and saw him showing an undisguised, vicious and sinister smile at himself.

Although he was smiling, it was extremely cold, hiding the hatred that had been suppressed for a long time.

"Damn it, it's not dead yet," he said. "I waited for them to hit my knife themselves."

While speaking, his canine teeth glowed coldly under the candlelight.The amber eyes were originally light in color, but at this moment when they did not conceal their murderous intent, they looked like a ferocious beast ready to go.

The little monk was startled, turned the rosary in his hand involuntarily, and murmured a Buddha's name in his mouth.

Xue Yan laughed, turned his face away, and put away his expression.

He made plans for the camp every step of the way tonight, not only waiting for Jun Huailang to recover from his illness, but also waiting for Yi Jieyu to throw herself into the trap.

He wanted to keep Jun Huailang unscathed, and he also wanted to make those people pay in blood.

The Qin Tianjian, the imperial hospital, and the dog around the emperor, what they want to do tonight is to kill two birds with one stone, not only to murder Jun Huailang, but also to take the opportunity to frame him.

Yi Jieyu's people are all in the deep palace, and they know everything about the relationship in the palace, so she sent someone to follow Jun Huailang and push him into the water.Regardless of Jun Huailang's death or not, it can confirm the prophecy of Qin Tianjian. It can not only get rid of a Jun family, separate the emperor and Yongning Gong, but also regain the emperor's trust for Qin Tianjian.

If Jun Huailang is dead, there will be no proof, and it will be an unsolved case of drowning; if Jun Huailang is alive, they have other plans.

The imperial physician first said that Jun Huailang was fine, and then manipulated the medicine to make him have a high fever, so that the emperor thought he was suffering from evil spirits, and then the Qin Tianjian diagnosed and treated him.Jun Huailang fell into the hands of Qin Tianjian, so naturally there would be no possibility of surviving, and Qin Tianjian naturally had thousands of ways to escape the death penalty, and finally put the hat on his head.

Xue Yan knew that Yi Jieyu couldn't sit still since Emperor Qingping softened his attitude towards him that day.

He had firmly grasped the other party's handle, and was ready to fight her, but he never expected that she would dare to set her mind on Jun Huailang.

Before that, Xue Yan had no dead spots.This was the first time he had such a strong urge to kill someone.

He glanced back at the sky.The Buddhist hall was facing east, and from his side, he could just see a piece of white morning light shrouded in the horizon.

According to his plan, he first ordered the bletilla striata, who knew medical principles, to replace the prescription given by the imperial physician when the imperial physician returned to order, and to cook the ordinary medicine for dispelling wind and cold, and then asked Emperor Qingping for orders to come to the Buddhist hall. , Copying scriptures to suppress evil spirits.

When Jun Huailang's fever subsides, the group's plan is broken, and they will be anxious to report to Yi Jieyu immediately.As this matter is related to the approval of the Qin Tianjian, Yi Jieyu will definitely go to Lingtai Lang to discuss countermeasures as soon as possible, so as to deal with Emperor Qingping's question.

The two of them naturally didn't know that the place where they met privately had already been known by Xue Yan.

He asked Jin Bao to guard there, pretending to bring him food, and pretending to accidentally break it, so the two of them were suspected of having a private meeting in the palace.

The most taboo thing in the palace, apart from witches and Gu, is concubines having private meetings with foreign men.

"...I really can hold my breath." Xue Yan looked at the sky, smiled softly, and said to himself.

At this moment, he saw an eunuch running up the steps towards the Buddhist hall.The faint morning light fell on him, casting an extremely long shadow behind him.

With those flustered footsteps, one could tell at a glance that something was urgent.

Xue Yan thought, here we come.

He slowly put down his pen and looked up at the big Buddha in front of him.

"I don't believe in Buddhism, nor do I believe in cause and effect." He said lightly. "But I can create cause and effect, and teach them that every evil will be rewarded with evil. They can't sleep at night, so they have to pray to God and worship Buddha."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the little monk with an unruly and sharp smile.

"If that's the case, is it considered a merit in your Buddhist family?"

The little monk has been in Buddhism for more than ten years, and he has never seen such a stingy person, who is arrogant and arrogant, does not know awe, and speaks crazy words that do not know the heights of the sky and the earth.

But from the other party, he couldn't see the greed and filth of ordinary people, which was very strange.

Then, he saw Xue Yan raised his head, and looked at the golden Buddha again.

"If it's a merit, it's troublesome to record it on Jun Huailang of Yongning Duke's Mansion." He spoke slowly, with the laziness of staying up all night, but rarely solemn.

"...If it's killing evil," Xue Yan looked at the Buddha, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled. "It's all mine."

The little monk is at the side, with one palm upright, and the other hand is plucking the rosary.

Sure enough, Master was right.

When a mortal is alive, he will definitely have some concerns and something he believes in.Even if they don't believe in God or Buddha, there must be something that will tie them to the world.

That hindrance is something that holds back the souls of mortals, preventing them from entering Buddhism or becoming a Buddha.

After Xue Yan finished speaking, he heard the footsteps behind him getting closer.He turned his head and saw the little eunuch crossing the threshold and kneeling behind Xue Yan.

"Your Highness Fifth, something serious happened!" said the little eunuch. "Your Majesty urgently summons you to go to the Palace of Yongle as soon as possible!"

Just at this time, the Golden Crow rose, and the first inch of the sun leaped to the horizon.The ten thousand zhang sun burst out suddenly, covering the entire imperial city in a golden-red morning sun.

The sun shines through the door of the temple, and Xuanxuan shines into the Buddhist hall, and falls on the ink-stained Duer Sutra on the table.

It was broad daylight.