There's A Beauty

Miaochen is the closed disciple of Master Xuanming. Because of her frailty, she was abandoned by her family when she was still a baby.Master Xuanming, who was traveling outside, heard the cries and picked him up from the grass by the side of the road, and took him with him to raise him, and tried his best to heal his body.The monks in the Bodhi Temple also liked this well-behaved and sensible child very much.

He disappeared for three or four days in a row, everyone was worried and searched the mountains day and night, for fear that he would be snatched away by wild animals because of his fun.Master Xuanming even forsakes his face and seeks help from the nobles who came to pay respects to the Buddha, hoping to find the little disciple back as soon as possible.Unexpectedly, the little apprentice was not lost, but was poisoned.

Seeing the icy body being held in front of him by a monk, Master Xuanming's mind went blank, and the onlookers were also dumbfounded.The child's naked and bruised body is covered with various pinch marks, strangulation marks, knife wounds, whip wounds, and even tooth marks, and a bloody hole was bitten through the neck. It is hard to imagine how cruelly he was treated during his lifetime.

Xuan Ming staggered as if he was about to faint after just one glance.

The warrior monk who was holding the corpse gritted his teeth, his face was ferocious, obviously hated to the extreme, he choked up and said, "Return to master, the little junior brother is indeed lying under the prince's bed, and he has been slammed with lime and ice. It looks like he has died three or four times." God."

Master Xuanming finally couldn't stand upright, he put his staff on the ground to support his body, then reached out to hug the little apprentice, his pale and dry lips parted, as if calling "Miaochen", but there was nothing but nothing in his throat. Meaningful, extremely sad humming.

"Master, I am here, Miaochen is here, don't be sad, don't cry..." The little novice who had turned into a ghost pulled at the hem of the master's clothes, but repeatedly caught a ball of air.Humans and ghosts have different paths, and there is no possibility of him meeting Master Xuanming again.

In desperation, he had no choice but to look at the young man outside the crowd with tears in his eyes.

Youshu's heart was touched, but she wanted to go forward but was hugged even tighter by her master.

Now, everyone has come to their senses one after another, the female relatives screamed and fled, and the male guests retreated. Master Xuanming got really angry and waved his hands to ask the monks to surround the altar to prevent anyone from leaving. They stared at each other, as if they were about to strike at any moment.At this time, Ji Changye, the only one who was not implicated, naturally wouldn't let the boy run to join in the fun.

Wang Xiangqian never expected that the situation would take a turn for the worse, but after all, he had been in a high position for many years, so he quickly calmed down and argued, "How can I prove that my son did this with just a dead body, let alone my son was murdered?" Bewitched by evil spirits, it also suffers from it. There are many people in the temple, and it is not certain who planted the blame, and I ask the master to investigate clearly, and I will inform the government so that they can find out the real culprit."

Master Xuanming exorcised evil spirits for the eldest princess, crowned the current saint, and presided over the funeral of the late emperor. His status can be called "National Teacher".Therefore, Wang Xiangqian did not dare to take the big one at all, and waved his hand to let the guards put down their weapons, so as not to conflict with the monks in the Bodhi Temple.

In a hurry, his sharp eyes swept across the third prince and the young man, obviously thinking that this was a trick set up by some people.Everything happened so coincidentally, and the goal was clear, if it was said that there was no one behind it, he would never believe it.In any case, he never would have imagined that his son, who is well-behaved, sensible and talented in front of him, would actually rape a fellow ghost and act like a fox in private.Of course, he doesn't mind this, after all, his own code of conduct is "non-toxic, no husband", but if he knew the inside story earlier, he would definitely not be as righteous and fearless as he is now.

He was not afraid, but Lin Shi and Wang Junxi were trembling with fright.In recent years, the young children who died directly or indirectly at the hands of Wang Tianyou can't be counted in two slaps. Relying on the power of the Wang family, their actions are not very secretive. It is too easy to find out one or two crimes.In the mansion, apart from Wang Xiangqian and Mrs. Wang who don't ask about the inner house, there is probably no one who doesn't know the inside story.

Now, Wang Xiangqian actually bluntly said that he wanted to sue the officials. Isn't he looking for his own death?The mother and daughter supported each other so as not to faint on the spot.

Mrs. Wang also showed apprehension, she spoke a few times but never made a sound, after all she didn't dare to expose the matter on the spot.Forget it, let the government intervene, my son is the Minister of the Ministry of War, so it should be easy to find a scapegoat.Thinking of this, she turned her eyes to look at the young man behind the crowd, strands of dark light flashed across her eyes.

The mother and son were united, and Wang Xiangqian also turned his head and stared at Youshu with a very sinister expression, and his whole body was filled with killing intent.He originally thought that Youshu had used the hands of the third prince to take revenge on the Wang family. Therefore, even if the government could not find any evidence, they would find a way to kill Youshu.The son-in-law who had declared his sudden death came back suddenly, and even took refuge in the prince's political opponents. Such a big deal, he naturally had to clean it up.

Thinking of the Song family who had gone somewhere, Wang Xianggan's eyes became even more murderous.These mother and son are indeed a disaster!

"She wants me to take the blame, and he wants to kill me." You Shu is very sensitive to the malice emanating from others, and she can tell what Mrs. Wang and Cheap Father are thinking with just a look.He stretched out his fingertips and tapped on the two of them, making up his mind to destroy the Wang family.He has always been like this: if you don't mess with me, I won't mess with you; if you mess with me, I'll kill you directly.

"Don't be afraid, within half a month, the Wang family will fall apart." Ji Changye is not a good opponent, and has already set the same ending for the Wang family.He patted the boy's slightly icy cheek lightly as a sign of comfort.

Youshu nodded, and said softly, "I'm not afraid, I want to go and have a few words with Master Xuanming."

"What?" Ji Changye asked with downcast eyes.

Youshu didn't answer, opened her master's arms and ran over quickly.

The chaos in the field has been controlled by the monk.The female relatives bowed their heads, covered their faces, turned around, or hugged each other and shivered. No one dared to look at Master Xuanming who was holding the corpse with a sad expression.Wang Xiangqian stepped forward slowly and said something in a low voice.The officials of the Prince's Mansion and the servants sent by Concubine Xiao Gui also gathered around to try to persuade him.

Master Xuanming took off his cassock to cover his disciples, and recited the "Sutra of the Dead", ignoring others.

Wang Tianyou on the lotus platform had his mouth covered by the guards of the Wang family, and his hands were cut behind his back to prevent him from talking nonsense and losing his mind.At present, although the excuse of "being possessed by evil spirits" can still be used to exonerate the charges, the nature of molesting Princess Anhua is quite different from murder and hiding corpses.

Wang Xianggan hated in his heart, and when he saw the young man running from afar, his face immediately became gloomy.When he received a letter from his mother, he should have sent someone to kill this evil beast, how could he be allowed to make trouble.

But Youshu didn't care about him, she walked up to Master Xuanming without squinting, and whispered, "Someone wants to say goodbye to you." After saying that, she bent down and covered Xuanming's eyes with the palm of her right hand full of vigorous spiritual power.

Xuan Ming was reciting scriptures, he was unprepared, he felt his eyelids heat up, and saw his disciple who had been dead for a long time squatting beside him, with two lines of blood and tears streaming down his face, calling "Master" one after another.He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a strange style, covering up numerous scars, wiping tears with one hand, and pinching the hem of his clothes with the other hand.

Xuan Ming looked at the cold corpse in his arms, then at the weeping child at his feet, and was stunned for a moment.He believes in ghosts and gods, but this is the first time he has seen them with his own eyes.

"Miao Chen, is that you, Miao Chen?" He stretched out his hand to caress the young boy's cheek, but only touched a cloud of air.

"Master, it's me." The little novice smiled through tears, held the fingertips of the master, and shook it gently.He knelt down and kowtowed to his master, and then kowtowed to the monks standing around, and said slowly, "Thank you for the kindness of nurturing master, thank you for the kindness of care, uncles, nephews, brothers and brothers, Miao Chen went."

Seeing the disciple's body gradually becoming pale and transparent, Master Xuanming finally recovered from the shock, stretched out his hand to hold him back, and asked anxiously, "Teacher, who harmed you?" It is beyond his judgment, and Youshu is indeed capable of driving ghosts, so it is not difficult for him to kill his apprentice and blame Wang Tianyou.But right now, he wasn't sure.

He's not stupid, so he naturally knew that it was because of You Shu's help that his disciple could show up and say goodbye.But based on this, Youshu can never be the murderer.

The little novice showed a look of fear, and quickly ran behind the young man to hide, with only half of his bare head sticking out, then stretched out his hand tremblingly, and pointed at Wang Tianyou who was pinned down on the lotus platform, "Master, it's him!" kill me."

Xuan Ming suddenly opened his red eyes, and looked along the disciple's fingertips.

At the same time, the little novice's soul was about to dissipate. Before disappearing, he kowtowed heavily to the young man. His ethereal voice seemed to be in the sky and in his ears, "Thank you benefactor for fulfilling Miaochen's last wish, Miaochen... The afterlife will definitely repay you."

When Xuan Ming heard the words and turned his head, the little figure had disappeared completely.He staggered to his feet, looked around in a panic, and was sure that his apprentice had really gone, and then he burst into tears and showed his grief.

Others didn't dare to get close to the corpse, so they didn't hear what the two were talking about, they just thought that the young man wiped away Xuan Ming's tears.But Xuanming was hurt by the scene, lost his mind, and was a little dazed.Several monks knew that Miaochen was the one who was most hurt by the master. Seeing that he had hallucinations, they yelled Miaochen's dharma name into the air, and hurriedly stepped forward to help and comfort him.

Youshu retreated quietly, and met Wang Xianggan who was not far away.The normally indifferent young man squinted his eyes, revealing a murderous expression.

Wang Xiangqian slowly hooked his lips, his smile was cold and contemptuous.In his opinion, the young man is just an ant, who can be crushed to death easily, so what if he takes refuge in the third prince, if the mud bodhisattva crosses the river and cannot protect himself, how long can he protect him?

Ji Changye had a panoramic view of the confrontation between father and son, but he didn't show it on the surface, but his heart was full of hostility and killing intent.

The sky in Beijing is about to change...