The villain is awesome

"When the group arrived at the mountain gate, even though Emperor Jing didn't want to reveal his identity, the abbot of Wanfa Temple recognized the emperor's appearance hidden under the cloth at a glance. . "

Emperor Jing raised his hand casually, stopped the opponent's movement, and said with a smile: "The white dragon fish suit is not worth mentioning."

If you drive Wanfa Temple with the etiquette of an emperor, you will have to close the mountain and lock the courtyard for a long period of time, and prohibit folk pilgrims from going up the mountain. This is not in line with his original intention of visiting privately.

"Your Majesty doesn't want to mobilize people, it's really approachable." Director Wang started flattering again. Coincidentally, the abbot also thought the same way, and he said sincerely: "Amitabha, it is really a blessing for all people to be so considerate of Your Majesty."

Inside the temple was the fragrance of Buddha, and the crowd was surging. No one knew that the man in Chinese clothes with a gentle smile next to him was the emperor who was far away in the capital.

The host invited a little novice monk to lead the emperor to Dongxinju.Dongxinju is a place in Wanfa Temple to serve tea and entertain guests. It has always only entertained distinguished guests.

The monks didn't know the identity of Emperor Jing. Seeing that the host was so solemn, they guessed that it was a distinguished guest, so they asked the kitchen to offer a vegetarian dish.Wanfa Temple’s Su Zhai is the best in the world. There are [-] dishes in total, and they are placed on white porcelain plates, which are very beautiful.

After performing a Buddhist ceremony, the little novice said in a crisp tone, "Amitabha, please honored guests to taste."

Director Wang gave a wink, and a guard next to him stepped forward calmly, took a bite with his chopsticks lightly, confirmed that the entrance was correct, and quietly stepped aside.

After Emperor Jing took a few sips, his brows relaxed suddenly. He smiled, looking elegant and unrestrained: "It's really rare to have such fresh, tender and sweet mushrooms in this season."

The host said: "The benefactor is overwhelmed. These are all grown by the monks in the temple on weekdays."

After Emperor Jing put down his chopsticks, Master Tianyi led his disciples into Dongxinju.

Because the emperor came to Wanfa Temple disguised as an ordinary pilgrim, it came really suddenly, and there was only one disciple behind him.

The young monk has handsome eyebrows, sitting in the curling green smoke, the other party has a peaceful demeanor, with a decent smile blooming at the corner of his mouth, showing dignified beauty in his gestures and gestures.

Du Rulan is the best among the young disciples of Wanfa Temple, because he is not only proficient in Buddhism, but also can cook tea with bare hands, let alone playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Almost everyone who has met him will have a good impression of him and leave him Excellent impression.

Emperor Jing couldn't help but praise again and again: "As expected of Master Tianyi's disciple, he is truly extraordinary." Manager Wang also nodded slightly, it seemed that Wanfa Temple really had a lot of talents, and he had tried hard to criticize, but he couldn't find a place to start.

After Emperor Jing finished boasting, his eyes fell on the string of black Buddhist beads around the young monk's neck, and the equally neat and clean white monk's robe. His expression was slightly dazed, and he remembered the young man on the mountain road.

"Is there a young disciple with long hair who hasn't been shaved in the temple? It's about the same age as Master Tianyi's disciple." He thought this way, and then described it in detail. As the descriptions popped up one after another, Emperor Jing finally realized He realized how clearly he remembered the young man's appearance.

It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, the little novice next to him gave a snort, covered his mouth and laughed.

Emperor Jing looked at the little novice in surprise, guessing that the little novice should know who it is as soon as he hears it.

The little novice grew up in the mountains and received many pilgrims. He didn't know the real identity of Emperor Jing, so naturally he had no fear. The brother next to him glared at him several times, but he didn't take it seriously. He covered his mouth with his little hand and said with a smile: "It must be so. Brother Zong! Did he go down the mountain and cause trouble?"

Emperor Jing smiled and said, "It really is a disciple of Wanfa Temple. Is his Dharma name Ruzong?" He chewed on the name, and always felt a sense of cool breeze and bright moon blowing over his face, which was very unusual.

"Amitabha, the benefactor is probably talking about the little disciple of the old monk. He went down the mountain yesterday and didn't come back all night. He thought no one would find him in the morning, so he rushed back from the morning class, but he did something to offend the benefactor. The old monk will compensate the benefactors on his behalf. No." Master Tianyi said seriously.

He didn't know what happened at the foot of the mountain, and he was afraid that his disciple would offend the distinguished guest, so he could only take the matter on himself first.

The host also hurriedly defended: "This kid is a bit naughty, but please believe the benefactor, he has no malicious intentions."

Du Rulan's mind is so clear, he couldn't figure out the identity of this pilgrim at first, but now seeing the reaction of the monks, he already guessed it in his heart, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his eyes were full of thoughts.

Emperor Jing shook his head and said, "That little monk didn't rush me, but I just saw it by chance at the foot of the mountain, and I was a little curious."

He has visited the folk rivers and lakes more than once, and it is also the first time he has such a feeling for people. He is obviously a stranger, and he is obviously a teenager, but it makes him feel familiar and friendly.

"Where is he now?"

"Amitabha, if you want to return to the benefactor, it's still class time. Ruzong should chant scriptures in the Buddhist temple next to the Sutra Pavilion." The host saw that Emperor Jing was curious, and just wanted to wave for a young novice, and asked him to call Ruzong over.

Who would have thought that in the next second, Emperor Jing seemed to remember something, and he was very approachable and said: "I heard from the people at the foot of the mountain that the Wanfa Temple was on fire a few days ago, can you ask craftsmen to rebuild it? Do you have enough money? The Sutra Pavilion was destroyed, which is related to the foundation of Buddhism, and it may be inconvenient for the young disciples in the temple to read scriptures and listen to lectures on weekdays. The timing coincides, and I just happened to go to see it."

"..."

What else could the abbot Zen Master do? He felt that Emperor Jing wanted to see whether the Sutra Pavilion that was destroyed by fire was fake, and wanted to see whether the young disciples were true.

A group of people came to the Sutra Pavilion, and Emperor Jing really saw a group of young disciples meditating and chanting in the Buddhist temple, and one of them was the little monk he had seen.

It's just that the other party's eyes are closed, his slender eyelashes cover his eyes, his legs are coiled into a rosette, his back is straight and his chest is straight, and there is a desk in front of him.The light golden sunlight shone on his cassock, making his temperament even more elegant.

The other party seemed to be immersed in the infinite Dharma, and did not move for a long time.

Who is Chief Manager Wang? His pair of piercing eyes have seen through Ruan Xuezong's small movements. He snorted, lowered his voice, and said in a demonic voice: "Your Majesty, he is asleep."

Finally he was caught in a wrong place.

Wanfa Temple's disciples are not strictly controlled, and the students in the clear sky actually sleep soundly!

He originally intended to sue, but when Emperor Jing heard it, he didn't think too much, and he even said with compassion in his forgiving expression: "Is it because the lectures are too boring? Don't hold it if you want to sleep, and you still need it when you are sleepy." It's too hard to maintain this posture. It's cold in autumn, Wang Qing, hurry up and get a blanket."

"..."

Hard? ? ?For those who learn martial arts, they can sleep in any position they want to sleep, they can sleep with their swords in their arms, they can sleep against a wall, and the guards in the palace can even take a nap on the beams.

No matter how dull he is now, Manager Wang has noticed that their Majesty seems to have an inexplicable affection for the little monk in front of him.

He could only recognize it by pinching his nose, and took a blanket and presented it.

Ruan Xuezong didn't sleep all night last night, and Ruan Xuezong's sleep was extremely long. In his sleep, he felt that someone had covered him with a blanket, which was a warm and strange manly breath.

I don't know who was so kind, knowing that he was sleeping, not only didn't punish him to go down the mountain to carry water, but even covered him with a quilt.

Ruan Xuezong didn't move, but his mind was slightly startled, feeling surrounded by warm breath, he subconsciously smiled.In the eyes of everyone, under the golden sun, the young man in front of him looked more like a Buddha son on a lotus seat.

Emperor Jing took a closer look, and felt that this young monk was more and more suitable for him.

He smiled slightly, without waking people up, and thoughtfully led them away from here.He was going to find Master Tianyi to find out about this young man's life.

Until the noon bell rang, Ruan Xuezong woke up.

He knew that there was a valuable pilgrim living in Dongxin in Wanfa Temple. Because the abbot of Wanfa Temple kept it secret from Master Tianyi, most of the disciples were still kept in the dark and maintained their daily rhythm.

"Junior brother, Dongxin lived in a remarkable person." Du Rulan told him this information, but his tone was slightly understated, and he sighed softly in the next sentence: "Junior brother didn't come back all night yesterday, and he still fell in love with him at first sight. knew."

Du Rulan accentuated certain sounds, such as not returning all night, or hit it off at first sight.

Ruan Xuezong narrowed his eyes slightly, seriously suspecting that this guy has filed a complaint.

"Why are you so troublesome?" How old is this man and he still plays this trick.

"It doesn't matter if it's me or not." Du Rulan chuckled softly, "Young brother's friend from the rivers and lakes is my friend, why don't you invite that friend to Wanfa Temple, I happen to know him too." Said these words At that time, the boy's phoenix eyes were slightly curved and narrowed, with a careless and lazy look, like a seductive spirit in a Buddhist temple, which has initially revealed the essence of a monstrous monk in the future.

Ruan Xuezong's expression turned cold suddenly, and he warned the other party with his eyes.

Faced with such a murderous expression, the young demon monk not only did not restrain himself at all, but the smile on his lips widened.

Just at this time, a pilgrim came, holding a wooden stick in his hand. Seeing the two confronting each other, their expressions were excited and nervous: "The two little masters of Amitabha can explain the hexagrams, and I have drawn a stick. Know why."

"Amitabha, please give it to me."

In front of Ruan Xuezong, the young eminent monk suddenly changed his appearance again in front of passers-by and pilgrims, and changed back to the compassionate Master Rulan who is clear and bright, and my Buddha is merciful.

Just like two faces.

After the pilgrim untied the stick and left, Ruan Xuezong put the stick back into the stick, just about to put it back in its original position, when he bent down suddenly, a lot accidentally fell into the stick.

It fell at his feet.

Looking at the above text, Ruan Xuezong's eyebrows subconsciously condensed, this is a sign, the rough understanding is the separation of flesh and blood, and the disaster of blood.

Ruan Xuezong didn't believe this, but as the stick fell to the ground, his eyelids twitched wildly for no reason, and his crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled twice.He raised his head again, the Buddha statue in the temple was high in the hall, with his eyes slightly closed, he seemed to be staring at the world, and seemed to be telling something in the dark.

……

The night in Wanfa Temple was completely silent, all the monks fell into a deep sleep, the candles in Dongxinju were brightly lit, and Emperor Jing hadn't undressed yet, so he flipped through a few memorials at random.

He was a diligent and easy-going emperor, traveling around the mountains and rivers did not delay him from dealing with his business, but halfway through the review of the memorial, he paused slightly, picked up a thin piece of paper under the memorial, and looked at it carefully.

It recorded the life of a certain person investigated by Wang Qing in black and white, and I was fascinated by seeing it.

In fact, he also knew that this young man had nothing to do with him. If his only prince was still alive, he would be eight years old this year... Thinking of this, Emperor Jing wiped the corners of his eyes.

Seeing that the candle was not bright enough, he didn't raise his head, but said softly: "Come here, help me light the candle."

There was no movement for a long time.

Only then did Emperor Jing raise his head from the memorial, and found that the guards at the side were standing there quietly, seemingly not responding to his words.

Emperor Jing frowned, gathered the cloak on his body, walked over, took a closer look at his widened eyes, because the guard's eyes were slack, and his limbs were as stiff as a corpse.

With a pat, the other party slowly fell to the ground.

In the darkness, a figure quietly appeared lurking, his wrist was turned, and the sharp cold blade flashed, illuminating Jingdi's terrified face.

It was actually an assassin, there was more than one in number, and he was surrounded by several ups and downs.

"Come here, there are assassins in Wanfa Temple, and the nobleman has been held hostage—" A thin male voice disturbed the night.

Hearing these words, Ruan Xuezong felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured from head to toe, chilling his heart, and his heart was tightly held by an invisible hand. An emotion rushed straight into his chest like a flood, like tearing The heart-piercing hatred, like the pain of destroying the world, is almost uncontrollable.

[The end of the first week, the ending BE]

【Feel strong emotions, do you want to start over?whether】

"Come here, help me light the candle." Emperor Jing said softly, and suddenly felt that the candle was brighter.

A shadow came and quietly added oil to the candle, filling the room with light in an instant, like the dawn of the sky.However, this person seemed to be unskilled in lighting the lamp, and the shadow was actually projected on the memorial.

Noticing something, Emperor Jing raised his head, and met the young man's star-like dark eyes, such a pair of eyes, like a glance of ten thousand years, both of them were stunned.

There seemed to be something suppressed in the air.

"You..." After reacting, Emperor Jing's first move was to stuff the paper under the memorial, with a slight panic on his elegant face.Before he had time to ask, you are Master Tianyi's disciple, why did you show up at my bedroom in the middle of the night, when Ruan Xuezong flashed up and stood in front of him.

In the darkness, that figure still appeared silently. It was a black-clothed killer, with his sleeves turned upside down, and the cold blade appeared in his palm.Behind the black-clothed killer, there are hundreds of black-clothed men plundering like night bats, and their words are dense: "Emperor Jing, the half-step masters around you have been dismissed, today is your death date, and the time for the change of dynasty will be created by the new master!" .”

"..." Before Emperor Jing had time to panic, he suddenly noticed that the young man beside him moved, and the other party sneered, "Who do you think will die today?"

The young man got up and left, as quickly as lightning piercing the sky, he only slapped one palm, and it was also a magnificent palm, pitching like a mountain, ups and downs like a sea wave, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, but in an instant hundreds of black-clothed killers He fell to the ground with a muffled grunt, and the leader in black was startled.

"How is it possible that one grandmaster is gone, and there is another grandmaster by the emperor's side!?"

The murderous aura on Ruan Xuezong's body was stronger than that of the other party, he said coldly: "Whoever dares to hurt him, I will send him to the [-]th floor of hell!"