after i found out my new wife was a man

According to the historical records of later generations, the [-]th year of Daqian Yuan'an was really unpredictable and unpredictable, but no matter how many people talked about it, the final conclusion was-there is benevolence in heaven and earth, and it will help me to work hard.

On April 20, [-]th year of Yuan'an, in the early morning, at Shanquan Temple.

Although it was just arrived at Mao, there were quite a lot of pilgrims in the temple, and more and more, because it was the annual Buddha bathing day, and because of the detached status of Shanquan Temple, visitors from all over the world gathered here.

As the sun came out, the monks embraced a Buddha statue inside. The Buddha statue was cast in gold, about two feet high, and placed on a gold plate.Surrounded by monks, chanting scriptures and singing, Sanskrit sounds surround the beam, and pilgrims outside all hold incense to pray for blessings. At this time, there is a dragon head spouting water at the bottom of the golden plate. When the water overflows the golden plate, the chanting stops.Then a monk raised a golden spoon and bathed the Buddha statue with water. After bathing the Buddha, the viewers drank and rinsed with the water from the Buddha bath.

When the ceremony was completed, the monks did not disperse. It was not until the pilgrims became suspicious and discussed in a low voice that the young monk who was surrounded in the center spoke.

This young monk has a fair face, and it is Shikong. He first uttered a Buddha's name, with a solemn Zen tone in his voice: "Amitabha, the poor monk's name is Shikong, and he is under the tutelage of Abbot Xuanming. Today, in front of the Buddha, Completed the will of the abbot during his lifetime."

He said, picking up the scroll enshrined in front of the Buddha statue: "The abbot once had a feeling before Nirvana, and said that if he did not reach a desperate situation, he should not explain it to the world. When the mountains and rivers are at the end."

As soon as he said this, there was a sudden discussion, there is no shortage of court officials for pilgrims today, but no matter who they are, surrounded by monks, they can't take a step closer to Shikong.

Suddenly a bell rang, and the voice of discussion was suppressed, only Shi Kong opened his handwriting, his voice was neither sad nor happy.

"The poor monk Xuanming, the day of the examination is near, but he still has a heavy boulder in his chest, so he left a handwritten letter and handed it to his disciple Shi Kong, so that it will be revealed to the world when the mountains and rivers are exhausted." Shi Kong's voice was very loud. Wen, "18 years ago, on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in the first year of Yuan'an, a woman rushed to the temple in the middle of the night and hugged a newborn boy. She looked terrified and hoped that the temple would take him in. Then she learned that the boy was the son of the queen! The evidence was based on the queen's handwriting and the accusation of replacing the prince with the concubine Yi. The poor monk happened to recognize the queen's handwriting and the phoenix seal, and because of the solid evidence, he had no choice but to believe..."

Before Shi Kong could finish his words, the voices of panic and discussion around him became louder and louder until they couldn't stop anymore.

"...The poor monk is ashamed. He dare not be called a great master. He only wishes to be punished by the Buddha after his death. He dare not refuse half a point." Shi Kong seemed to be unable to hear the noise around him. Close it carefully, put your palms together, and sang a Buddha name to everyone.

Today is destined to be a day that can be recorded in the history books of later generations and attract countless judgments.

On the 20th year of Yuan'an's Buddha Bathing Day, after reading the handwriting, under the leadership of Master Xuanming's disciple Shi Kong, a total of 380 monks in the whole courtyard went down the mountain, chanted scriptures step by step, walked to the imperial city step by step, and handed over the handwriting. And the evidence was handed over to Dali Temple.

Under the eyes of everyone, because of Shanquan Temple's detached status, Dali Temple Minister did not dare to arrest him, let alone investigate, and reported it immediately.

In the palace, Emperor Jingren was stunned after receiving the news. He could hardly think. He stood up suddenly but staggered. He grabbed the clothes of Eunuch Yuan who was supporting him. Remaining Qingming said: "Send someone to control Concubine Yi and...Elder Princess immediately, summon the Minister of Dali Temple and the leading monk, hurry up!"

Eunuch Yuan was shocked, and then hurriedly led away.

Emperor Jingren sat blankly, feeling dizzy for a moment, many thoughts flashed through his mind, but none of them could believe it.

When Shi Kong entered the palace, Emperor Jing Ren had recovered outwardly, sitting on the dragon chair, his voice was full of anger: "Are you Xuan Ming's disciple?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk is paying his respects to the emperor." Shi Kong's face was calm, showing no sign of panic, "The court lady was already waiting outside the hall, the abbot, the queen's handwritten letters, and the letters of the noble concubine Yi are all here, please have a look."

Emperor Jingren looked at the handwritten letter presented, and the veins on his forehead popped out.

The evidence is intertwined, from Concubine Yi's intention to buy off Wen Po's "civet cat for the prince" autographed letter, to the queen discovering something wrong and leaving the handwritten letter to entrust the orphan. go.

——If he is not the real mastermind behind the scenes, he will surely believe it.

But Emperor Jingren was the real culprit behind the scenes. At this time, he was so angry that he almost vomited a mouthful of blood, but he couldn't say anything.

Just because this matter was exposed under the eyes of everyone on the day of bathing the Buddha, the crown prince was deposed, the emperor's heir withered, and only one fourth prince was left with a crippled leg. Looking at it, even if it is him, he can't be fooled at will.

Shi Kong lowered his eyes, his face was still that of a monk who was neither sad nor happy, but his voice contained a hidden irony: "It is really a pity that the Holy Majesty was concealed and misidentified as his father and son for 19 years."

Emperor Jing Ren felt as if there was a huge rock pressing down on his heart, making him breathless, and he seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and quickly said: "Princess Chuan and Concubine Yi——"

Before he finished speaking, Eunuch Yuan ran into the hall in panic, knelt heavily on the ground, and his voice was so high that it almost broke: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! There is news from the Marquis of Wu'an that the Eldest Princess hanged herself with a foot of white silk! Write a letter and hand it over to His Majesty."

Emperor Jing Ren finally fell down on his seat, his eyes were darkened, and it was difficult to breathe. Now, what else does he not understand?

Hanging himself with a white silk at this time almost vividly displayed the words "suicide in fear of crime". Of course, he also knew that what was written in the letter must be some words of confession. He only felt his ears ringing. I got my voice back.

"Where is that child now?"

Shikong bowed his head: "Amitabha, the prince is waiting to be summoned in Shanquan Temple."

Emperor Jing Ren stared at him, as if he wanted to see something from it, but in the end he found nothing, and finally he could only say: "Biography."

It was already noon, and the sun became brighter and brighter, illuminating the world directly, as if it wanted to penetrate all the filth in the world.

In the meditation room of Shanquan Temple, He Yaoqing was dressed in a monk's robe, tied with an ordinary man's hair crown, and his figure was tall and straight.

He looked at himself in the mirror and curled his lips for a long while.

And in Ling'an Garden of Marquis of Wu'an, Xie Lingyu, who locked himself in his room, finally opened the door. Under Mrs. Xie's worried eyes and flushed eyes, he held his dead wife who hanged herself in her arms, and gently put her into the room. In the coffin.