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?Master Mingxin in the temple has long prepared a piece of land for Concubine Jun. On a mountain to the west of the temple, he asked a few monks to carry the corpse up the mountain.Before the burial, he stood sideways in front of the grave and recited the passage for Concubine Jun. As for Concubine Jun, Huai Jun and Chen Pu sat on the ground with cloths and wiped off the blood on Concubine Jun's face so that she could walk away peacefully. .

Four more monks came over carrying a coffin, followed by four young monks, all with red eyes and sniffling noses.As soon as the coffin was placed on the ground, the four young monks sat beside Concubine Jun and burst into tears.

They are orphans. Master Mingxin saw them begging on the street a few years ago, and brought them to the temple to raise them if he couldn't bear it. It was Concubine Jun who took on the role of mother and took care of them day and night.The bad news came suddenly. Although they had been monks for several years, they were still young and their six sense organs were not clean.

A few young monks who have no blood relationship with Concubine Jun are so heartbroken, let alone Huaijun?

He moved his trembling hands over Concubine Jun's already clean face. Concubine Jun rarely fulfilled his son's responsibilities before she was alive, and now that she is gone, he finally wiped her face once.

With tears in his eyes, he couldn't suppress his sadness, but the four little monks were crying beside him again, which made Huai Jun's grief even stronger, and Chen Pu couldn't help himself, his eyes were dry for a while, and then wet again , together with the grievances he suffered just now, shed tears one by one.

Huai Jun couldn't bear to hug Chen Pu, and persuaded with a hoarse voice: "Pu'er, don't cry, the queen mother said that she likes you to laugh."

Chen Pu wiped his face, forced the corners of his mouth to curl up, only felt that the smile was more desolate, and the tears became more unbridled, and shouted: "Your Majesty is a good person, why do you want to hurt her like this!"

Huai Jun stroked Chen Pu's agitated back with one hand, could not answer, and did not answer him, staring ahead with red eyes, and clenched his other hand into a fist unconsciously.

Master Mingxin read half of the scriptures, but suddenly stopped, walked up to Huai Jun, and said softly: "The prince is very filial, and the spirit that is clear and pure in the sky will also comfort him."

"Master Mingxin." Huai Jun let go of Chen Pu, raised his head, and looked at the round-headed and fat-eared Master Mingxin with respect, his voice hoarse.

"But the lord has depression in his heart, and I'm afraid Mingjing's journey will be unstable."

He asked sadly and earnestly: "Then can the master explain it to me?"

"My lord, please come here with the poor monk." He took Huai Jun to the side, away from Chen Pu and others, and said: "What the poor and hate said are all lies, and all kinds of things have to be realized by the lord himself. open."

Huai Jun thought about it for a while, his depression these years is not limited to this matter, and now he is given a chance to tell him one by one, "My mother is the queen of the Eastern Palace, why do you want to abandon everything and escape into Buddhism?"

Mingxin recalled the scene when he first met Concubine Jun that day, a woman sitting in the harem and mother of the world took off her beautiful clothes, knelt in front of the Buddha, and begged him to accept her as his disciple.

He said that Buddhism is not a refuge for empresses.Concubine Jun replied that the Buddha was merciful and would definitely be willing to guide the light for the little girl, and then she knelt in front of the Buddha statue for a day and a night.When Ming Xin saw her again the next day, she still had no regrets on her face, so he nodded and asked her to stay.

"It is her blessing to know how to turn back when she is clear and pure, and she is willing to get rid of worldly glory and wealth, and serve my Buddha."

"But abandoning her husband, abandoning her relatives and children, and cutting off her six roots, will the queen mother really live well?"

"Mingjing was reluctant to part with the lord, so she didn't realize it completely. It wasn't until the lord grew up that Mingjing started to lose her hair. She didn't see through the world of mortals, but hoped to see through the world of mortals." After finishing speaking, Mingxin couldn't help sighing a few words: "It's a pity, pity."

It was like a heart knot was untied, and the next moment it was pushed into the boundless rope net.

Huai Jun asked angrily: "Since this is the case, why did the mother die in vain because of worldly affairs? It is said that the Buddha has eyes, but he was born to allow the mother to be wronged and die tragically."

Mingxin smiled kindly, and did not get angry at Wei Huaijun's nonsense, but only tried to ease the hatred in Huaijun's heart: "Mingjing is a human being in the world, so he will naturally suffer from this disaster. The prince thinks that Mingjing died in vain, but Mingjing has no distracting thoughts in his heart. Injustice?"

"But I have!" Ming Xin's words obviously didn't have much effect, and couldn't solve Huai Jun's depression. He was still full of anger and didn't know where to vent it. The thick tree trunk next to the last punch only got fiery pain. Said: "Master, this king is just a mortal. Today I witnessed my mother being murdered. I am afraid that this hatred cannot be solved."

"Whether you can solve it or not depends on whether the prince is willing to solve it." Mingxin looked at the sad and painful person at the other end, whether it was life or death, fate came and went, everything was empty.He said: "Mingjing had already anticipated this calamity, and she only had one thing to tell the poor monk."

The sound of the flute in the distance blurred the loneliness here, and the big tree shook off a few green leaves, which fell on Huai Jun's shoulders.Ming Xin stretched out his hand to sweep the fallen leaves for Huai Jun, his words overwhelmed the sound of the flute, and it became louder and louder in Huai Jun's ears.

To be honest, don't be obsessed.

Don't obsess, don't obsess.Huai Jun looked up at the sky, and just wanted to ask how not to be obsessed?The world is like a net, those who weave the net and those who are trapped in it, who can really untie it and become detached and independent?He is just a mortal, and if the sky wants to give him the seven emotions and six desires, he tells himself that he cannot be non-obsessed.

Ming Xin sighed, and gave Huai Jun the last piece of advice: "My lord is smart, I hope my lord can be enlightened and liberated." After finishing speaking, he started to move and rushed over to help Concubine Jun cross over.

The coffin is about to be buried—clear and clean, the poor monk can only do this for you.

Chen Pu picked up the flute and hurriedly played another song for Concubine Jun.Concubine Jun once said: "Pu'er, you play the flute really well, come and play it to me when you have time." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shed tears again.He had no family since he was a child, but every time he saw Concubine Jun, she treated him like a son.Now that he is gone, he can only yell in his heart—Madam, Pu'er will play the last song for you, please go well, don't worry about Huaijun.

Halfway through the song, Huai Jun returned to Chen Pu's side.He watched silently as the monk put Concubine Jun into the coffin, covered the coffin, and buried her.Concubine Jun brought him into this world, but he watched her leave with his own eyes. After 20 years of a mother-child relationship, even if she really broke six pendula, he still loves her.

It wasn't until the end of the song that Huai Jun closed his swollen eyes.When he opened his eyes, his red eyes had become clear.

Chen Pu held Huai Jun's hand worriedly, and both of them bowed, and then Huai Jun led Chen Pu away.

"You, you," Chen Pu hesitated to speak, took a deep breath, and then mustered up the courage to ask, "Do you hate the King of Arts?"

The world was silent for a moment, only the wind blew past, and this wind could not take away the pain in their hearts.His steps stopped abruptly, and he turned his head to look at Chen Pu's pale face.

"Silly Pu'er, can I not hate it?" Huai Jun brushed away the hair that was blown on Chen Pu's face for Chen Pu, and when he touched Chen Pu's clean eyes, a trace of sin spread upward.

Chen Pu stroked that warm hand, pressed it against his cold face, and asked uncertainly, "So will you be like King Yi?"

"No." Huai Jun told Chen Pu firmly, "I won't."

Suddenly, Huai Jun remembered what Nuo Xu said when he came over that day - it is a good thing that you have a deep relationship with Brother Pu'er, but don't be like Yong Ting.If Nuo Xu hinted at his relationship with Chen Pu, what about Yong Ting?

He pulled Chen Pu's hand, held it tightly again, and embarked on the way back to the palace.

As the sun set, covering the earth with a layer of golden yellow, two people walked up the mountain and stood in front of Concubine Jun's grave.With one hand through the blue sleeve, a white magnolia was placed on the grave.

He said softly: "Mother, you loved magnolia the most, and loved its cleanliness. You have no crimes or sins in this life. I only hope that you will bring the blessings of this life and find a good man in the next life. Don't meet your father again." Emperor."

The person behind asked worriedly: "My lord, the matter has already happened, why did you come here?"

"Haha." The person in front of the grave turned around and said mockingly, "I came back to Sichuan because I thought that this king killed Empress Jun, so why come here and pretend to be a good person?"

It was Nuo Xu and Mo Huichuan who came, and at this moment Nuo Xu was smiling, with a bit of sadness in his smile.

"Hui Chuan didn't mean that!" Mo Hui Chuan replied straightforwardly.

"That's what you mean, but you said what is on my mind, and this king also feels that I really don't know what to say."

Concubine Jun treated him very well in the past, but now he is avenging her kindness.

However, this sense of guilt is only for a moment, Nuo Xu said coldly: "The death of Empress Jun today is the beginning, these few days Yong Ting has dominated the court, and it is time for me to go to court."

"Yes, my lord." Mo Huichuan said loyally, "I'll make arrangements right away."

Before leaving, Nuo Xu told Mo Huichuan again: "You hide and take some time to come and take care of the empress's grave, don't let her be uneasy."

"Yes, my lord."