The power of rebirth

Then he pretended to run out, "Your Majesty... there is no one alive inside, they are all dead"

With a puff, blood splashed on the burning palace wall, and the head of the person who had just left was cut off in an instant.

"Mingyuan! This king will not allow you to die!" The man was pulled by a group of people, but the man seemed to have infinite power to break through the crowd, and ran over with great anxiety in his eyes.But before the man came in, he was knocked unconscious by a black shadow.

"Master... Anu can't follow you this time."

I don't know how long it has passed, the fire was poured by pots of water until there were only clusters of small flames left, the burnt wood was wet, and there were layers of smoke, and the sky was about to light up.

Ming Yuan looked at himself on the bed, and he had already turned into a charred figure...

"Mingyuan!" Someone rushed in suddenly scratching his head, stumbled and knocked off the crumbling rotten wood, and crushed the scorched corpse lying on the ground.Finally, the man stopped in front of a piece of burnt wood that could still be seen as a bed, with eyes that seemed to be disbelieving, crying, and confirming.The trembling hand slowly stretched out towards the pile of scorched corpses, and when it was about to touch it, it suddenly retracted, and then stretched out again, muttering, "Yuan..."

When the jointed fingers touched the corpse, it instantly turned into a ball of ashes along with the whole scorched wood, and what was tightly held by that hand was the rising soot...

"No..." The voice pierced through the entire Northern Han Palace, startling the crows hovering above.

The hand clenched tighter and tighter until the veins exploded. The man's back began to tremble violently after a slight trembling, and clusters of crinkles suddenly formed on the ashes.

Ming Yuan looked up at the sky, he didn't know if it was the man's fickle tears or the rain at dawn...

A few months later, the place was cleaned up. According to the emperor's will, Changyin Pavilion was bulldozed and repaired into an imperial mausoleum. The former Northern Han prince Mingyuan was buried with the emperor's etiquette, and he was named Emperor Huanzong.

Mingyuan's soul floated in front of the newly renovated imperial mausoleum. During this time, a man dressed in black came. A man in a green robe would often drink a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine to the tombstone; an eunuch who lost his legs and eyes would quietly come to worship with tributes in the dead of night;

And that person hasn't appeared since the day of the fire.

Mingyuan didn't know how long it would take for his soul to leave, and why Hades hadn't come to arrest him yet.

"Are you the one who was burned to death a few months ago?"

Mingyuan turned his head and saw one white and one black holding the soul-taking object and asking him questions. He was about to speak, but suddenly found a person walking not far away.

The man had long hair draped over his shoulders, with sunken eye sockets, and his loose eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of mist. He walked towards his imperial mausoleum step by step.

The man walked up to the tombstone, took off his cloak and put it on the back of the tombstone, "Yuan...is it cold there?" Then he stared blankly at the wordless monument for a while, then suddenly put the long sword on his waist Pulled out and cut off the finger, and then wrote on the monument: My love...

The strength of the writing is strong, and the blood flows slowly along the gestures...

Those who followed whispered, "Your Majesty... the dragon body is important!"

After a while, the man's eyes suddenly became sinister, he stood up and took a few steps back, "Dig it for me! Dig him out for me!"

"emperor……"

The man slammed his fist on the handwriting just now, "My Yuan... this king won't let you die! You can't die!" Then he forcefully pulled the tombstone out and threw it aside. "I don't allow you to die! No! Someone dig it for me!"

"Master...you can't be resurrected after death, why are you so obsessed with this? He died..." Suddenly a bloodstained hand pinched the man in black, "Do you dare to say that he is dead? I will let you die first!"

"Owner……"

Gradually the man let go of the man in black again, and suddenly knelt down in front of the grave, "You can die if you want? How can it be so easy? This king will make you feel uneasy even if you die... Hahahahahahaha "

Seeing the emperor crying and laughing and crying again, the people around were too frightened to move.

"Ugh...cough cough"

"Your majesty...you are vomiting blood again, come and call the imperial doctor!"

Mingyuan no longer looked at the group of people, turned around and said to Black and White Wuchang: "I am, take me away."

Ming Yuan's soul gradually walked away, and the person half lying on the ground murmured: "Yuan forgive me...I just...love you too much."

But Ming Yuan never heard this sentence again.

****

Surrounded by Lie Yan (raging flames) and a sea of ​​thunder under his feet, he held a silver claw in his hand with a bull's head and a horse's face staring at bloody eyeballs.Buzzing in his mouth: babbling, humming Zhimoyesaled~

In the hall, there was a fair face, wearing a crown, and a robe with ruffled collar and wide sleeves. He was sitting upright, holding a book of life and death, and suddenly yelled:

"Black and white are impermanent! It took an hour for the two of you to go to the world to collect souls, but why did it take a whole day! Do you know how many souls in the world will become lonely ghosts on this day!"

Then pointing to the 'man' dressed in white at the bottom of the hall, he said: "Xiaobai, where is the ghost you sucked?" Then he pointed to the 'man' who was full of black air and said, "Xiao Hei, where is the ghost you sucked?"

Under the hall, black and white impermanence bowed, "Returning to the words of the king of Hades, my Erchang went to the world to find the soul, but the prince of the Northern Han Dynasty committed suicide and died, and the soul is still outside the palace."

The King of Hades said: "The person who commits suicide has committed a heinous crime! The soul must remain in the same place and experience the moment of suicide repeatedly until the original life ends! Then the soul will be sent to the realm of animals, ghosts, and even hell, and will not be reborn forever. You Erchang sealed his soul!"

Black and white Wuchang continued to bow, "King of Hades, but the prince of the Northern Han Dynasty died a year ago, and his soul was also taken away. He reported four kinds of favors before his death, and gave him four hardships. His soul has already crossed the Naihe Bridge and queued up for reincarnation. ..."

Yan Wang frowned, opened the book of life and death, "So it is..." Then he suddenly turned into a black cloud and recruited the soul of Ming Yuan, and then nodded his forehead, "This soul is not under the jurisdiction of my six realms! You are the future! The man came against the sky! And he carried the memories of two souls!"

Immediately, all the ghosts sighed... "How can a mortal body bear the memories of two souls? God damn..."

At this moment, Ming Yuan's soul became conscious. Looking at the green-faced and fang-toothed ghosts, he jumped suddenly, and then slowly remembered that he was dead. This is in the Palace of Hades!

Snapped!Hades patted the chopping board, "Although it is not my soul of the six realms, it has suffered all kinds of sufferings in the world. I can't let you go, and I can't let you reincarnate!"

Mingyuan moved his voice, "You... are the King of Hades? Is this hell?"

Yan Wang ignored it, looked up the information, and said, "A hundred miles away from the south of the city, the son of the Shen family will die tomorrow. The son of the Shen family was originally reincarnated from the mortal world by an immortal. But because of the busy affairs of the heavens, he had to leave. There is no soul in this skin, the son of the Shen family is rich and powerful in this life and has the image of an emperor."

In an instant, Mingyuan's mind was stuffed with the memories of Mr. Shen's life, "I...?"

At this moment, a golden light shot from the sky above the Palace of the King of Hell, "This immortal is nothing, you can replace me, but I lost my immortal energy and fate, although I am blessed and honored, I am an orphan! Souls against the sky should not be involved in the six realms of reincarnation, But this Immortal promises you reincarnation in the first life, the next life will depend on the cause planted in this life, in this life you can have endless children, but your soul is too dark, I'm afraid..."

Before the words were finished, the golden light dissipated.

"Heaven is busy with affairs, even the immortals can't control themselves." Yan Wang Gougou drew a picture, "People don't have reincarnation, only because of protection, people have reincarnation, only because of opportunities! It is not the Buddha who is not merciful, but the cause and effect are not empty!"

Ming Yuan opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, and then he lost consciousness when he saw Yan Wang's wide sleeve waved.

A hundred miles south of the city, the Shen family.

"My son... why did you go?" The gorgeously dressed woman cried sadly.

Someone moved the coffin into the carriage, and a middle-aged man drove the carriage, "Go back, madam, I will take Lin'er's body to Lingyin Temple, so that the eminent monk can save the dead."

The man bid farewell to his family and drove the carriage for three days and three nights, and then sent someone to carry the body from the coffin to Lingyin Mountain, and it took a long time before he knocked on the gate.

Someone had already lit a torch outside the Buddhist hall, and a group of eminent monks surrounded Shen Lin's body and recited Buddhist sutras.

Seeing that the fire was about to burn the corpse, at this time there was thunder, dark clouds, heavy rain, and the burning torch went out again.

A few monks got up to check, but the corpse was not drenched in any rain, and the forehead seemed to be shining in a trance, and then the eyelids moved a few times, and then slowly opened them.

The presiding officer of the temple said, "Amitabha...my Buddha is merciful...God bless the body, this benefactor should not die."

And the few people who came with the middle-aged man will run out one after another, "Ghost... a fake corpse...", the middle-aged man also threw away the burden in his hand when he saw this, "Amitabha... son Just die and don't bother your parents anymore."

When Mingyuan woke up, he found himself lying on a cold bed, surrounded by a group of monks, chanting something...

"The almsgiver came back from the dead, so I must have a predestined relationship with you..." said the one-year-old eminent monk.

Ming Yuan pinched himself...it hurts, it seems that he was really reborn?Why haven't you forgotten?

"Master... why do I still have memory? This is a freshman..."

The eminent monk said: "There is a kind of power in the world that even the immortals can't do anything...that is your obsession."

"Obsession?" Mingyuan murmured, and the memory came flooding in like a flood. Although he lost his crippled body, his heart was already in unbearable pain.

The eminent monk put a set of monk clothes in front of the bed, "If this obsession makes you suffer, it is better to take root and form a relationship with the Buddha, recite the scriptures every day, and purify the heart and soul, and the obsession will eventually disappear."

Be a monk?Forget it... Although he has a new skin now, the memory, pain, and trampled self-esteem are tormenting him all the time, like maggots attached to the bones, even if he scrapes the bones, he may not be able to eradicate them.

In the Buddhist hall, Ming Yuan was kneeling in the middle, surrounded by the sound of chanting. The abbot personally cut off every inch of the black hair with a knife, "The old dream of the world of mortals has nothing to do with you. Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, human desire is endless, eat marrow taste, no|no desire, no confusion. Let go of the life and death of the previous life, and everything in the world will have a catastrophe.”

Mingyuan watched the strands of blue hair fall to the ground, although there were nine scars on his head, but his heart was full of grievances from that life.I only hope that after a long time, the grievances and grievances will be gone without a trace...

In the same year, there were endless wars on the frontier, and the people were in dire straits. The emperor of the Northern Han Dynasty led his own conquest, and the land he passed was filled with blood, and there were no survivors within a hundred miles.

In the following year, the war in the frontier subsided, and the ghost king returned triumphantly.

Three years later, the Queen Mother passed away. Emperor Minghan of the Northern Han Dynasty prayed for her and went to Lingyin Temple a hundred miles away in person.

(Note: The Buddhist words in the article are all from the Internet and are not original.)

The author has something to say: First of all, thank you for your thunder!Hey hey haha!

Your comments are my motivation!It’s good to continue to leave a message, hello~

Dear friends, look forward to it!

One more thing to add: the love given by Gong is indeed unbearable, and that kind of love is also unacceptable.After being reborn, they will receive revenge, and the love between them cannot be settled by saying "I love you, I'm sorry".

What can be revealed is that there will be a loyal and warm attack on the reborn Shou!

After Yuan experienced life and death...after Han lost and regained...what will happen to them!

☆, loyal dog thick line

Lingyin Temple is located in the depths of Lingyin Mountain. The terrain is peculiar, and few outsiders have stepped into it before.But I don't know when the incense in Lingyin Temple suddenly became prosperous, and there was an endless stream of pilgrims who came to pray for Buddha every day, and most of them were women.

Folklore: A pillar of incense is not for fame and wealth, but only for the chance to meet the monk

As soon as the sun goes down, Lingyin Temple closes its doors and refuses pilgrims, as if it is isolated from the world.

A monk dressed in vermilion gauze stood at the height of the temple, looking at the depths of the mountain that could not be seen at a glance.

"Hands are so cold?" A man in a mud-colored monk's uniform cupped his hands hidden in the vermilion gauze into his palms and breathed continuously, "How many times have I said, don't stand here alone blowing the cold wind after nightfall, but You won't listen!" There was a bit of petting reproach in the man's words.

The monk in vermilion gauze seemed to be used to it, allowing the man to rub his hands wantonly...

The man took off his mud-colored monk's uniform and put it on him, "I really don't understand, what are you thinking all day long! You are bored copying scriptures and chanting scriptures in the scripture pavilion during the day, and you are here in a daze at night! Weeping all day... Don’t laugh! How can there be such a boring person in the world?” Then he held that hand and put it in his arms, “Is it warmer?”

"This is summer..." The monk in vermilion gauze didn't pull back his hand, but said lightly, "Youth of a layman, you can go down the mountain and return to vulgarity after you have mastered martial arts. This year...you can go down the mountain."

"Senior brother, is this driving me away?" He said as he stroked a blood-red mole at the corner of his eye, "If I leave, who will warm your bed in winter...who will repel mosquitoes for you in summer...who will sleep for you when you are hungry... Fan, who will add clothes to you when you are cold?"

Ming Yuan felt the temperature on his face, it was delicate and gentle, he was used to it, rather he could not refuse it, someone giving him warmth was what he needed...

"Yunhe..." Mingyuan stroked the long hair in front of the man with his hand, his eyes became bewildered, "It's already the fifth year...you should go, you have an official career and a family fortune, why bother to delay any longer. "

The man held the skinny hands on his chest, "It's only been five years... What's the point of pursuing an official career and a family fortune? It's just a passing cloud."

Ming Yuan pulled his hands and sighed, "You and I are both men... and I have cut off three thousand hairs, and my heart has become obsessed, let alone..." Yan Yunhe interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"I, Yan Yunhe, am not that slutty person. Don't tell me that senior brother doesn't know what I want in my heart for so many years?"

Mingyuan remained silent, he knew that the man with handsome browbones in front of him was a warm current but also an abyss.Because he was afraid that others would have unreasonable thoughts, he would go to the Houshan Hot Spring to take a bath every night, and Yan Yunhe happened to bump into him that day!Yan Yunhe followed him all the way to Lingyin Temple and then disappeared again. A few days later, he saw him again at the layman's training ground, who was smiling silly at him.

Five years ago, he was reborn as Shen Lin and then became a monk. Although he was not the same skin, he still had the shadow of that life in his browbones, especially the tear mole at the corner of his eye...and those who come to the temple to practice can really sit in the Qing Dynasty. There are probably no people with six desires.He personally experienced someone covering his nose in the middle of the night and lifting his quilt... While in a coma, he saw the face of that person clearly, it was a monk who had been in the temple for a long time.If it wasn't for Yan Yunhe's rescue, he might have been killed by someone...

Because Yan Yunhe's family was well-off, he offered a lot of incense money before entering the temple, and the abbot specially gave him a meditation house alone, and Mingyuan was forced to move there since then.

Laymen who lead cultivation practice can leave after learning martial arts and passing the assessment, and naturally they will not mess around during this period.Those who have practiced Zen for a long time but have not penetrated the Buddhism of life and death...but they still have a glimpse of the joys in the world of mortals.Even if you escape into Buddhism and become a monk, the world of mortals will be broken, but your sexual desire will never be extinguished.

Ming Yuan turned around and sighed, "Why are you so persistent...I can only bear you."

Yan Yunhe followed, "Should it be your business or not... Whether I wait or not is up to me. If I can't wait five years... then I'll wait ten years... If I can't wait ten years, then 20 years !Until Senior Brother allows me to..." The words stopped suddenly, and they just looked at Ming Yuan who had the same expression from beginning to end with burning eyes.

"If...you can't wait, what should you do with yourself?" Ming Yuan suddenly raised his head and asked.

The man smiled and tightened the clothes on Mingyuan's body, "If you can't wait in this life... then wait in the next life. In this life, let Yunhe accompany senior brother like this. If senior brother copies scriptures, I will grind ink. If you recite scriptures, I will knock on the wooden fish. If you dance with a sword, I will be a target. If you are bored, I will take you climbing a mountain. If you are hungry, I will cook food. If you are thirsty, I will fetch water. If it is hot, I will shake the fan. If it is cold, I will..." The man pulled his clothes and took Ming Yuan into his arms.

Mingyuan was a little surprised, this was the first time in five years that he was so circumspect.

"Just for a while..." Yan Yunhe said in a begging tone.

"Fool..." Mingyuan felt a little uncomfortable, "Heat... go back"

Yan Yunhe let go of Mingyuan, "Hehe...Okay, go back."

On the way back to the meditation room, Mingyuan looked at the busy figure, "Is there any festival recently?"

"I heard that a big man from the palace is coming, and the team has already arrived near Lingyin Mountain. If it's early tomorrow night, they can arrive." Yan Yunhe said.

"In the palace... is it..." Ming Yuan's expressionless face suddenly frowned, and his heart ached.

"What do you want to eat, senior brother? The wild rabbits I hunted a few days ago are all dried up. If you want to eat, I will cook soup." Yan Yunhe asked tentatively.

"Yunhe!" Ming Yuan shouted.

"Okay, okay, I know what you're going to say! You're a monk! You can't kill karma! Everything is empty! Eat vegetarian food and cleanse yourself!" Yan Yunhe said, imitating Ming Yuan's cold and serious manner.

Ming Yuan shook his head, but he couldn't say anything. Yan Yunhe came to Lingyin Temple not to cultivate his body, but...but...for him, to be with him, that's all.Mingyuan saw that the person in front of him was much taller than him. He remembered that when he first came to the temple, Yan Yunhe was not as tall as him, and his body was weaker than him, but he abruptly threw out the monk who wanted to molest him.Looking at the person in front of me, my heart doesn't seem to be so painful anymore... Maybe it's been numb from the pain for too long.

"Hey? The food in the temple is really unpalatable. How can you grow meat after eating clear water soup! Senior brother has to practice martial arts for several hours every day,... that's right!" The person suddenly disappeared.

Ming Yuan took it for granted and returned to the meditation room by himself.

He and Yan Yunhe live in a relatively remote meditation room, so people rarely disturb them. The words that the abbot said to him after expelling the monk who wanted to molest him from the temple are still vivid in my memory: rootless...although you have become a monk But the heart is rooted in the world of mortals. If the heart has no distracting thoughts, how can it lead others to have delusions?Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, you go to the Sutra Pavilion to find the way of liberation.

Ming Yuan opened his palm, and on that thin and fair palm, there were large and small calluses.

"Senior brother..." Yan Yunhe walked over with an earthen pot, and saw Mingyuan dancing sword again, "Senior brother! Why are you dancing sword again!"

Mingyuan's sword was taken away.

"Eat while it's hot"

Mingyuan saw the thick porridge in the crockpot, "Where did you go to beg... I... am not hungry, you eat."

Yan Yunhe pushed it over, "I ate it, this is for you!"

Ming Yuan looked at the food, "Okay..."

"How about it?"

Mingyuan smacked his mouth, "Well...the taste is very special"

Yan Yunhe swallowed and whispered, "That's... that's hen soup that has been simmered for six hours and served with white rice porridge!"

"What?" Mingyuanhu asked.

"Ah... I said this is your junior brother, I worked so hard to find it. I drank it all!"

After Mingyuan finished drinking, he looked at Yan Yunhe's weird smile that he would only show after he finished eating, "What are you laughing at?"

"No... I'm going to clean up the house" and then disappeared.

At night, Mingyuan took off his vermilion gauze, and sat in front of a blue lantern, flipping through Buddhist scriptures.

"Ouch... ouch..."

clap clap!

"Don't fly if you have the guts!"

Yan Yunhe's screams came from the mosquito net, which made Ming Yuan unable to read the book, "Come out, I'm going to rest."

Snapped!Another burst of crazy shots.

"It's gone now..." Yan Yunhe got out from the mosquito net, and was bitten by many red spots.

Ming Yuan casually took out a box of ointment, "Don't move..."

The cool and fragrant ointment was applied evenly on Yan Yunhe's body through Ming Yuan's fingers.

"And this..." Yan Yunhe pointed to the inconspicuous protrusion on his lips.

Ming Yuan rubbed the ointment on his lips with his little finger, "Stop feeding mosquitoes in the future!"

"That won't work! If the mosquitoes don't have enough to eat, they will bite you... It won't be easy for those mosquitoes to poke on the senior brother... randomly!"

Ming Yuan put away the ointment, "Okay..." Then he got into the mosquito net and lay down on the bed.

After a while.

"Brother...are you asleep?"

"Um……"

"Brother... There was a thunder just now! I scared my brother to death! Can I... sleep with... my brother tonight?"

"..."

Ming Yuan knew that Yan Yunhe was not afraid of thunder at all, this was just an excuse for that person, Ming Yuan turned over and sank and ignored it.

"Brother..."

"..."

"Senior...brother..."

"Come up..."

Mingyuan only felt the bed shaking, and then felt a cool breeze on his body, which was comfortable...he ignored it, he knew that Yan Yunhe would stop fanning after he pretended to be asleep...and how had he ever been in the past five years? Have you slept soundly?Whenever he closes his eyes, those black and sinister eyes will devour him again and again, making him unable to breathe...

Ming Yuan had a dream, dreaming that Yan Yunhe was hoisted and put on the fire, his black and evil eyes forced him to have sex with every monk in the temple, and forced him to swallow everyone's long things.Every second he hesitated, the man would intensify the flames. On the opposite side was Yan Yunhe struggling in pain, and on this side was a group of monks rushing towards him with all their teeth and claws.Why... why... so bitter... why so bitter.

"Brother... wake up!"

As if someone was calling him...

"Brother!"

"Hmm...cough cough..." Mingyuan was awakened from his dream by Yan Yunhe, he opened his eyes, a layer of cold sweat soaked through his underwear, sticking to his body.

Yan Yunhe fetched water and handed it to him, "You're dreaming..." Then he stroked his hairless head with the handkerchief, "It's all sweat, you see."

Mingyuan suddenly grabbed Yan Yunhe, "I won't let him treat you like that...no...no..."

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you having nightmares again?"

Only then did Mingyuan wake up, and suddenly jumped out of bed and walked outside the house, took off the underwear stuck to his body, took a bucket of cold water and poured it directly on his head, his whole body was soaked immediately, even though it was summer, it was still bitterly cold.

Yan Yunhe who came out went back to get his clothes, and quickly wrapped them around Mingyuan, "You are crazy, you will get sick!" Then he dragged Mingyuan back to the room and wiped the water dry with a towel.

Yan Yunhe caressed the raised eyebrows, "Brother...why do you have nightmares every night? What happened to you before...why didn't you smile...was it so painful when you fell asleep?"

Ming Yuan knocked that hand away, turned around, "Go back to your own bed... I'm tired."

Ming Yuan felt that the people behind him stopped for a while before leaving.

Mingyuan opened his eyes and dared not sleep, he was afraid... the entanglement of the world would penetrate deep into the bone marrow.

...

Excerpt: Yu Zhimo: [One monk, one oath]

Shaved" cut off three thousand black hairs, and my heart has become obsessed.

"Food Vegetarian" Memories are comparable to meat and fish, and the world is entangled.

"Being ordained" has nine scars on the top of his head, with a lifetime of concern in his heart.

Burning Incense" lights a pillar of devotion, kneels down and begs for love to have an afterlife.

"Facing the Wall" does not meditate for sins, just because you have been here.

"Chanting the Sutra" has been read through thousands of volumes of scriptures, but it is difficult to continue a leading edge.

"Exceeding" wasted a lifetime of practice, and failed to save your name.

Passed away" How can it be compared to the past, there is no tree and Bodhi without redemption.

The author has something to say: the loyal dog that everyone is calling for - the thick line~

In the next chapter, Zha Gong will meet the reborn Shou!Clenched fist

☆, meet in a lifetime

"Report..."

A eunuch was holding a long leaf, and fell down with his wet body, and the muddy water on the ground immediately splashed onto a bright yellow satin carriage.

"My Majesty, the road ahead has collapsed, and the monks in Lingyin Temple said that they should walk around the path, so... Your Majesty, please move."

After a long time, a deep and lazy voice came from the carriage, "Hmm..."

Then came out of the carriage a handsome man with a golden crown on his head and a white dragon filial piety. The eunuch next to the carriage knelt in the muddy water and formed a step for the man to walk down. The bridge was built, surrounded by hundreds of people.

The little monk who came to greet him said in a low voice, "This emperor is going out in such a big way."

"Shhh, don't interrupt, or an imperial decree will be your death date." The older man beside the little monk said.

"I am the novice monk of Lingyin Temple, with the dharma name Gaochao and Huanai, and I am here to welcome the holy driver by the order of the abbot of Lingyin Temple." The elderly monk bowed, and then looked at the huge coffin raised behind him and said, " Lingyin Temple is located in the depths of the mountain, and on the way we have to cross the rapids and pass through the cave, and this coffin really cannot be carried in... It is up to the emperor to decide."

The man stepping on the red carpet rubbed the black jade belt tied around his waist with a gold-threaded fan, and said unhurriedly, "Come here..." Then he turned and pointed at the man behind him while holding the gold-threaded fan. coffin, "burn it."

The guard kneeling on the ground thought he heard it wrong, so a bold one asked again, "What did you say, Your Majesty?"

The man cast his black eyes on the guard, then raised his foot and stepped on his shoulder, "This king said... burn it!"

"Emperor... Your Majesty...you have to think twice...that...that is the Queen Mother of the Northern Han Dynasty, the phoenix body is about to be buried...if it is burned...wouldn't it be against the heavens?"

An extremely sinister light flashed through the dark eyes, and then a layer of sarcasm emerged, the golden silk shook the guard's face and patted, "You reminded the king by saying that" and then pointed at another guard. Said, "Burn him together with the Queen Mother's coffin, it can be regarded as being buried with him."

"As ordered!"

"Your Majesty...have mercy...your Majesty...ah...don't...don't...you tyrant! The Northern Han Dynasty will perish sooner or later!"

The man frowned, sat on the back of an eunuch, drank the hot tea handed over, "Light the fire..."

While drinking tea, while watching the flames rise to the sky, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The rain along the way has now stopped, and the coffin is made of century-old pear sandalwood, which was completely burned by a fire, leaving only a pile of ashes in the mud.

An eunuch held a wooden box, "The emperor... the ashes of the empress dowager are all inside."

The man didn't look or speak, but just made a gesture to continue walking.

When it was about dark, the mighty procession stopped in front of the temple gate which had been cleaned up, with senior monks standing in the front row, followed by lay people.

"It's a great honor for the Han Temple. The emperor can come in person. I will lead all the monks to chant scriptures day and night to pray for the emperor's dragon body and health, and the peace of the country and the people of the Northern Han Dynasty." The abbot bowed, and all the monks bowed. "Your Majesty, the boat is exhausted, and the poor monk has been fasted. Please go and drink."

Ming Han made a bow, "I'm sorry."

At this time, everyone kowtowed, and a thin figure stood far away. They couldn't see the man's eyebrows clearly, but the feeling was inexplicably familiar. Minghan frowned, and when he wanted to see more clearly, the standing figure People are gone...

The person behind held the urn, "This is the ashes of the Queen Mother of the Northern Han Dynasty. Her old man said that she would turn into ashes to nourish the land after death."

The abbot looked at the urn where it was a food box, and then took a look at the emperor's expression, then turned around and handed it to someone else, "Take the queen mother to Chaodu Pagoda, and I will be there soon."

Ming Yuan looked at the figure who disappeared in the crowd of monk uniforms, "If there is nothing else, let's leave tomorrow."

The abbot found the two monks who went to pick up the holy driver during the day, and after hearing the explanations of the two, the abbot looked at the departing figures and sighed, "Although life is precious, the killing in this life is too heavy."

night.

Mingyuan's face was disastrous, and he knelt beside the dry well outside the meditation room, trembling all over, digging the eaves of the well with his fingers, his chest on the left looked like thousands of snakes and ants gnawing, and there was vomit on the ground... He just ate a small amount of food at noon, Most of the tear mole at the corner of the eye was also cut off, bleeding profusely...

Why...why didn't you let him go...why...he died once

jump down!jump down!

No!Even if he commits suicide now, he will not die, his fate is here.

He... Why did he suddenly appear again, why?This place is obviously a hundred miles away from the imperial city, who is it?No, he has changed his appearance, it's okay, it's okay...

Over and over again, like a demon.

Mingyuan was afraid of right and wrong, so he hid in the corner. When everyone shouted long live the emperor, he seemed to be hallucinating at that moment. Ming Yuan held his breath when his eyes fell on the devil who would torture him in his dreams every night. If the people beside him hadn't dragged him to the ground, he would have been decapitated.

"Senior brother?" Yan Yunhe's voice came from behind, "Today's vegetarian food is not bad,... there is actually a whole potato...Senior brother? Come here quickly"

Mingyuan suppressed his voice strongly, but he couldn't pronounce a single syllable, and the pain of cutting his tongue from his previous life swept away one after another... Those sinister eyes stared at him, and those knuckle fingers pressed his tongue Pulling it out, the imperial doctor took the sharp knife that glowed with cold light and stabbed it into the flesh one by one, breaking the muscles and breaking the blood vessels... The voice of the man kept ringing in my ears, "My brother... remember what I gave Your pain..." Then he stabbed his hardened hair fiercely into the scarred body, "Also remember... the joy I gave you."

"Ouch..." Stomach tumbling

Yan Yunhe noticed something was wrong with Mingyuan, dropped the food box and ran over, "What's wrong with you, brother?"

When he picked up the person lying beside the well, Yan Yunhe was shocked. The corners of the person's eyes were bloody, and the tear mole that he had praised before was half hung on it, and fresh blood kept gushing out. The fingers that were originally fair are now bloodstained and the nails are broken...

"Senior brother! Don't scare me... Lin'er... Lin'er..." Yan Yunhe vigorously shook the trembling man in his arms.

"Dirty...so dirty...I'm so dirty...don't touch me...don't touch me...he's here...he's here...he's coming to torture me again" Mingyuan grabbed Yan Yunhe's lapel, the original The whole body was terrified in the unwavering eyes, "He is here...it hurts... Yunhe, run away...he will take you away from me...you run...he will kill you. "

Yan Yunhe tore off the cloth strips on his body, bound up his fingers, chewed the plants around him, and put them on the corners of Mingyuan's eyes, "Lin'er...don't move...you're hurt badly."

Ming Yuan, who gradually calmed down on Yan Yunhe, "Lin'er? Who is it?"

"Brother, you are confused, isn't your original name Shen Lin?" Yan Yunhe hugged the person in his arms tightly, "Brother... What's wrong with you?"

Mingyuan murmured, "Shen Lin... Shen Lin..." Suddenly became excited, grabbed Yan Yunhe and said loudly, "Shen Lin! I am Shen Lin! I am Shen Lin!"

Yan Yunhe looked at him with a painful expression, and comforted him, "Of course you are Shen Lin...my senior brother..."

"Take me to the house"

Yan Yunhe arrived at the bed according to Mingyuan's pointing, Mingyuan turned Yan Yunhe's mirror around, and then looked at the person in the mirror, the frightened eyes on his face gradually subsided, and finally turned into a faint smile, "I'm really... Shen Lin...I'm not Mingyuan...not the prince of the Northern Han Dynasty...not his imperial brother!" Then he dragged Yan Yunhe to point to the mirror, "I'm your senior brother, I'm Shen Lin, I'm a monk from Lingyin Temple, rootless..."

Yan Yunhe listened to the words of the demonic man of the deep abyss, although he didn't hear clearly, he understood a little bit in his heart, Prince of the Northern Han Dynasty, brother emperor!These words are not something ordinary people can think of casually.He looked at the person in front of him with a few tears in his eyes because of happiness.

Yan Yunhe wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes mixed with the blood that hadn't dried up, "Senior Brother...what is the Prince of the Northern Han Dynasty?"

Ming Yuan suddenly looked up at Yan Yunhe, only to realize that he had lost his composure, and hurriedly explained, "It's nothing." Afraid that he would change the subject again if he was overwhelmed, he said, "Go to Houshan Hot Spring, I want to wash my body."

Yan Yunhe wanted to continue asking, but finally said, "Okay"

Ming Yuan smiled.

Yan Yunhe stared blankly, "Brother...can you smile at me again?"

Ming Yuan was stunned, then pulled the corner of his mouth and touched the wound at the corner of his eye. The pain made him remember the warmth at this moment, and he made it clear that he was Shen Lin and not Ming Yuan. The smile then enlarged with a rare ease in his life, and the pain of his previous life The smile is strong and coquettish like the Albizia julibrissin flower blooming in midsummer, but in this life it is like a fox...with a bit of calculation...

"Pfft... Senior brother really looks like a pretty fox when he smiles." Then he pulled the medicine box, "After washing, I will apply medicine to senior brother."

Ming Yuan picked up the mirror and looked at the person in the mirror, the lines of his smile were not