Sparrow dream dance

The times are so heavy, so how can the world be so easily enlightened?

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Every ten years.

Ten years later, the old place came back.But this time, it was only her.

For her, almost all memories are wet.

Alas, Lianyun Temple was just a dilapidated old temple with no one in it back then.I still remember that there was a moon as clear as water, a warm wind, a lamp like a shadow, and her in white clothes better than snow.

But now?

Today, the palace here is splendid and Buddhism is at its peak.

As for her,

At this time, it must be standing in a more glorious and prosperous place, accepting the blessings and admiration of the people.

Unfortunately. .The one standing beside her was not her.

The chariot was swaying, but Leng Lange just stared blankly, swaying with the car like a dead leaf.

Seeing it, Yao'er felt even more sad, and asked softly, "Mother... is all this... really worth it?"

Leng Lange smiled shyly, and said slowly, "I had a dream last night. In the dream, it was snowing heavily, and it was freezing cold. I was standing alone in the snow with no one to support me. I had nowhere to go. Until someone appeared Alone, she held up an umbrella for me. I know that the cold is still there, how much wind and snow can a mere umbrella actually cover for me? I also know that maybe she can only walk with me for a certain distance, maybe she can’t reach I'm going to leave with a gray head. But even so, I still feel very warm, because I feel that I have finally found the person I have been waiting for. Alas, it is only now that I fully understand that in this world, there are many things that are Whether it's worth it or not."

Yao'er listened in a daze, tears gradually choked her throat.

She seemed to understand her words, but she didn't seem to understand her words.

While speaking, the carriage stopped abruptly, someone stretched out his hand and lifted the curtain, she poked her head, and Lianyun Temple had arrived.

She was supported by Yao'er to get out of the car, and went straight into the temple step by step.

She walked very slowly, each step was heavy, and the two guards behind her also followed very slowly, step by step.

Today's Lianyun Temple is very clean, because devotees flock to the capital to watch the new emperor's wedding.

Leng Lange and his party were dressed in plain clothes, and no monks came to interrogate them.

When he reached the Daxiong Palace, Leng Lange stopped, and said to Yao'er who was supporting her all the way, "You go in first, and inform Master Faming, the next Zhang, for this palace."

Yao'er stared at her for a while, then nodded and walked into the hall first.

After watching Yao'er go in, Leng Lange turned around and said coldly to the two guards who escorted her, "Lianyun Temple has arrived, you two can go back and report to your master now."

She understood that if it was Murong Yan's bodyguard, it would be impossible to ask nothing.

The two guards looked at each other, and one of them, who was taller and thinner, stepped forward and cupped his hands, "I hope my lady will forgive me. However, if I can't get my lady's Qingsi from the lowly position, I'm afraid I have to go back and return."

Leng Lange frowned when he heard this, and anger welled up in his calm eyes, and he asked, "Is she so afraid that I will regret it?"

"Back to the empress, the humble job is only to follow orders, and I don't know anything else." The tall and thin guard replied respectfully, but there was no intention of leaving in his tone.

"Please, Your Majesty." But another black-faced guard walked up to Leng Lange and led the way with his hands, which was already unkind, "Your Majesty converts earlier, so we can go back to the palace earlier to have a cup of wedding wine from the Holy Majesty."

Leng Lange sneered a few times in his heart, pursed his lips tightly, walked into the hall with his sleeves swung, and said no more.

After entering the hall, Abbot Faming had brought more than ten disciples waiting inside.

He stood firmly in front of the huge golden Buddha, with black eyebrows and white beard, cassock and staff, he looked like a master.

On the other hand, Yao'er stood beside Abbot Faming with a worried face.

After seeing Leng Lange, he clasped his hands together and gave a little salute, "The poor monk Faming has seen your empress."

"Master, you don't need to be too polite, and you don't need to call me Niangniang anymore." Leng Lange lowered his eyebrows, and clasped his hands together in return.

The abbot looked at her and asked seriously, "Amitabha, may I ask why you came to the small temple?"

Leng Lange remained silent, and the tall and thin guard smiled and replied, "Your Majesty has seen through the world of mortals, so she wants to come to Lianyun Temple to find peace."

The abbot didn't seem to hear him speak, he still stared at Leng Lange and asked, "Have you really thought about it?"

Leng Lange remained silent, just lowered his head.

The abbot sighed, shook his head and said, "According to the poor monk, my lady has little relationship with Buddhism."

As soon as the words fell, the tall and thin guard had already stepped forward, put his hand on the handle of the knife and said with a smile, "Master Abbot, Your Majesty's intention to return to the Buddha has been decided, why don't you quickly obey your Majesty's order and quickly perform this shaving for your mother?" That's the gift."

"Amitabha, how can you be so hasty about becoming a monk." The abbot replied loudly, "I think the empress should go back to the palace first, and then make a long-term plan."

Hearing a sound of '噗', the black-faced guard drew his blade and pointed at him, threatening, "Hey, stop moaning, it's going to rain, and your mother is going to become a monk, if you are sensible, hurry up and help your mother get rid of it." Broken hair! Otherwise..."

"Presumptuous, the pure place of Buddhism, quickly put away the knife!" The tall and thin guard interrupted, but his eyes also had a cold light, and he stared straight at Abbot Faming and said, "Besides, the abbot is a sensible person, so why bother?" Fighting with swords?"

"enough."

The abbot wanted to say more, but Leng Lange finally said, "Please abbot, please shave Lange."

"Your Majesty...you..." Yao'er was startled when she heard this, and hurriedly said, "How can this be..."

Leng Lange smiled sadly, and murmured very lightly, "Perhaps...I have calculated thousands of times...I still miscalculated...that's all...this is fate."

But when she closed her eyes and knelt in front of the Buddha, when the sharp knife cut off a strand of her hair, she suddenly realized that she was actually afraid.

She was terrified, and when she opened her eyes, there were tears in her eyes.

She raised her head and stared at the abbot who chanted scriptures for her like a loving father in front of her, and the extremely compassionate Buddha behind him.

If possible, she hopes to return.

However, she also understands that there is no turning back in this world.

She felt that she was kneeling in a world of ice and snow, alone, with no branches to rely on, and no way to go.

And the young monk who stood behind her and cut her hair looked at her tears falling drop by drop along her bewildered face, his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and he couldn't bear to cut the second knife no matter what.

Seeing that, the black-faced guard was extremely anxious, so he grabbed the razor and pushed the little monk to the ground heavily.

"Benefactor! You are not from my Buddhist sect, put down this knife quickly!" The abbot was shocked, pointing at him and shouting,

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The black-faced guard grabbed Leng Lange's hair, raised his razor, and said ruthlessly, "Don't worry, ma'am, if you keep posting, brother, he will never see you again..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and the expression on his face suddenly became extremely distorted. He let go of Leng Lange Qingsi's hand and staggered back.I saw black blood slowly oozing from the back of his hand, and Leng Lan was holding a plum blossom hairpin tightly in his hand, his eyes determined.

"Second brother!" The tall and thin guard rushed forward to catch the black-faced guard.

"Brother Mo... that hairpin...is poisonous..." The black-faced guard struggled convulsively, the poison sealed his throat with blood, and he died soon.

The tall and thin guard's eyes were crazy, he didn't stop doing anything, he drew his saber and rushed towards Leng Lange.

"Damn it! I killed you!"

The hot blood splashed on Leng Lange's hair, face, and clothes, and she cried out in pain.

Do not!

Do not!

Do not!

She will never forget this scene in front of her forever, and she will never forgive herself!

In an instant, it was Yao'er who jumped in front of her, and used her own body to block the fierce knife for her.The sharp blade mercilessly penetrated into Yao'er's body, but she still hugged the tall and thin guard tightly, preventing him from taking a step closer to Leng Lange.

There was a loud "bang", the horse hissed, and the door of the palace was smashed open.

The angry horse in fresh clothes, his eyes full of shock.

See what you see. .Red blood spread. .The dead bodies lay on the ground. .The monks were in awe. .

here. .Is it Buddhism or hell?

Hearing the sound, the tall and thin guard turned his head in a panic, saw Murong Yan, with just one glance, he pulled out the bleeding blade and fled.

And Murong Yan couldn't help being taken aback when she saw the guard's appearance.

How could it be him? !

Even though he looked much thinner and haggard than before, she knew she was right.

But instead of chasing him, she hurriedly jumped off the horse and went straight to Leng Lange.

Leng Lange stared blankly at Yao'er who was dying, and Murong Yan frantically wiped away the blood on her cheeks, feeling that her heart was constantly withering, collapsing, and destroying. . .

"Ge'er... are you okay?"

"song.."

"song.."

She slowly raised her eyes, and met Murong Yan's anxious shallow eyes, which were close at hand, and stared at them for a long time, but her eyes were still empty.

She gestured away Murongyan's hand holding her shoulder in a dazed manner, crawled up to Yao'er with difficulty, stretched out her blood-stained hand, and tremblingly closed her eyes.

"You silly girl...how can I deserve you to die for me..." She wept softly.

But she forgot that it was she who told her that in this world, there are many things that are not worth it.

Murong Yan took off her outer robe, and slowly put it on the woman who was trembling from crying.

Long messy hair hangs down on both sides of her cheeks. When this bright red wedding gown fell on her shoulders, it formed a stark contrast with her white and blood-stained skirt. She stared blankly at the wedding gown, Finally realized that the clothes belonged to Murong Yan.

She tore off the wedding robe and cried heartbreakingly.

She is coming. .She is coming. .

But is it worth it?

Is it really worth it?

"I'm sorry, I'm late." Murong Yan clenched her pale fists and said every word.

She was also extremely guilty, extremely disappointed, extremely helpless, and extremely heartbroken.

She really didn't want to see Leng Lange get hurt like this, and she didn't want to see her get hurt like this because of Chu Xiati.

Looking at Yao'er's body, she thought of Xiao Ziyan who also died tonight. .

she felt. .She is really going crazy.

Leng Lange silently picked up the razor that fell on the ground, and when Murongyan saw her, she hurried forward and held her hand, saying, "What are you going to do?!"

She raised her red eyes, fixedly stared at Murongyan in red robe, and said through gritted teeth, "I want it, as the Empress Empress wished."

Murong Yan's heart felt as if someone had hit her with a heavy hammer, the pain was so painful that she was about to suffocate, it was very painful, but what could she say.

She could only snatch the razor from her hand with all her strength, and with a flick of her hand, the blade was deeply nailed into the temple pillar.

"Come back to the palace with me." Murong Yan said bluntly, "You can't stay here."

Leng Lange shook his head, knelt on the ground slumped, looked up at the dignified and smiling Buddha, and said in despair, "I'm not going anywhere except here... Too many people died because of me. The ancient Buddha made atonement, so let's go."

Murong Yan became anxious, pointed to the big Buddha and said, "What joke are you talking about! Now that things are going on, you still have to kneel down and beg this fake stubborn stone again?! If it can really save you, it's just when you are suffering , where is it?! Isn't it just sitting there, aloof and treating killing as a joke?!"

"Amitabha Buddha, Your Majesty, you are serious. All living beings are suffering. One thought is right and one thought is wrong, and one thought is born and one thought is dead. However, in the cycle of cause and effect, my Buddha is merciful and promotes the Dharma. Karma..." Hearing that Murong Yan slandered gods and Buddhas, the abbot couldn't help clasping his hands together and talking about Zen.

"Bah!" Murong Yan interrupted even more angrily after hearing this, "It's a load of nonsense! You say that the Buddha is merciful, but its mercy is just to whitewash the peace of the world! You say that it promotes the Dharma, and its Dharma is just to let people Put a golden body on it! You say that it will endure the hardships of the world, but it just lives in a temple, and it doesn’t know that the world has already turned to ashes?! It says that it saves the people from suffering, but it only knows how to accept people’s incense, but it doesn’t know the people. Already tortured by endless suffering?! What do you say to get rid of everyone’s karma? It’s just watching with cold eyes, and it doesn’t know that all living beings have already fallen into the deep black abyss!”

She stared at the Buddha, as if she had suddenly found a breakthrough to vent her anger. She clamped Leng Lange's wrist, her eyes were mad, "Listen, these stubborn stones are not worthy of being enshrined or admired by people! I want to tear them down completely. Destroy them, make them disappear forever..."

"You're crazy!" Leng Lange was frightened for no reason, and shouted tremblingly, "You must not do this!"

"Your Majesty! This is absolutely impossible!" The monks knelt down in panic.

"Haha, how strange do you think this is? I have killed countless lives. Maybe some people hate me, but no one has ever stopped me, and some even regard me as a hero in the world. But now, I just want to tear down a few big pieces Shitou, why do you all stop me?! Are these cold stones really more important than human lives?" Murong Yan laughed loudly.

Leng Lange stared at her who was laughing, her face became paler and paler, she said weakly, "Murongyan, you don't understand, I want to stay... In fact, it has nothing to do with gods and Buddhas, it has nothing to do with sentient beings... It's just that I want to stay... I can't go back to the palace...I..."

In the middle of her speech, she suddenly frowned in pain, closed her eyes and retched.

Murongyan's heart tightened, thinking of the last words Xiao Ziyan said in her ear before she died, she suddenly felt that her internal organs shrank, and the madness in her eyes was replaced by worry.

She hurriedly let go of her hand, ignored her slight struggle and hugged her very gently, and said to her in a commanding tone for the first time, "Don't move around, it seems that you are the one who didn't understand. .Don't you know anything?"

An inexplicable light flashed in Leng Lange's eyes very quickly, she bit her lip unnaturally, and did not speak.

Murong Yan stared at her with a dazed and painful face, sighed long and bitterly, "Oh, you are a silly girl..."

She still took her back to the palace, and rushed to the imperial doctor that night.

After carefully treating Leng Lange, the imperial doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said to Murong Yan with a forced smile, "Congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty, Your Majesty is really happy!"

The imperial doctor sneaked a meaningful glance at the stern-faced Murongyan, and did not forget to add, "Ruchen's diagnosis is correct, the fetus must be three months old."

Everyone knows that the new emperor has been enthroned for three months, and the imperial doctor's intention is to tell Murong Yan that the child probably belongs to her.

"Understood, you go down to receive the reward." But Murongyan's voice could not hear any emotion.

After the imperial doctor left, she walked slowly to her bed, looked at her who was pale, and smiled wryly, "Tell me, if I'm a step late today, how bad will the consequences be?"

Leng Lange covered her upper abdomen, and said coolly, "Perhaps having this child at this time is a very bad thing."

She slowly raised her eyes and met Murong Yan's, "It might be a bad thing for you and me."