Chang'an India

"I heard from Wen Qing that you want to find a seal for him." The deserted guest room is not a place to talk for a long time. ,lost

It's not very auspicious, I didn't believe it..." The implication is that now I have to believe in these mysterious and mysterious things.

"Mr. Wenqing" is a self-appointed nickname of today's son. It comes from an anecdote when he was a teenager. Apart from Eunuch Chen, Bian Yonglan probably knows about it, but the only one who can call him that is Marquis Wan Jiang.

"I've made it clear to you that the seal was lost silently from the palace treasury. Let's put aside whether you want to interfere with the power of the country. It is true to interfere with dozens of human lives," Bian Yonglan said, "You are a monk who is practicing cultivation. "Stupid" tone, "Master would never think that something was lost from the palace treasury, so just forget it so quietly? If it weren't for you and Wen Qing that this matter should not be publicized, it would not be me who is following you now, It was Rong Longwei who escorted you on the road."

"I'm also surprised. This seal was stolen. How did you, a monk who has never been in the palace, know about it? I'm afraid you have some kind of collusion with the person who stole the seal?" Tan Shan was silent, just listening. Jianghou himself had a lively chat with himself, asking and answering questions, "According to my opinion, you should be charged with deceitful speech first, and you should be thrown in prison for three days for trial."

"How do you know that the person who stole the seal is a human?"

"........."

Marquis Wan Jiang wanted to say what else he could be if he wasn't a human being, but then remembered the bizarre scene just now, he was speechless at the moment, only felt that this matter might not be conjectured by common sense.

"Anyway, what did you tell Wen Qing to make him believe you like this?" Bian Yonglan poured a cup of cold tea and drank it, and said angrily, "The ecstasy soup you poured for him, why don't you pour a bowl for Benhou as well. Save me a headache."

"It's not auspicious to tell him that the seal is lost."

"I...forget it," Wan Jianghou lost his temper when he was blocked, "no matter what monsters or ghosts are stealing the seal, I have to find it, take it back, and have an explanation to Wen Qing. You look for the seal, I will find someone ...

I'm catching monsters," he never thought that one day he would be able to say the word "catch monsters" from his own mouth, his head seemed to really hurt, and he waved his hands sloppily, "You and I have to go the same way. Good fate. "

"The road is unpredictable. You have seen unimaginable evil in this world, but you still insist on walking together?"

"Speaking of this," Marquis Wan Jiang seemed to suddenly regain his energy, raised his eyebrows, and asked Tan Shan, "Do you know who this Marquis is?"

Of course Tan Shan knew who this man who claimed to be the Marquis was—he was a man from outside the country, but he was not concerned with world affairs. He naturally knew about the Marquis of Wanjiang, and he also knew the legend behind the Marquis: 26 years ago, Hailing The sheriff was delighted with Lin'er. In August, he took his family members to climb high to watch the tide and have fun with the people.

Hailing guards the mouth of the Longjiang River and is adjacent to the East China Sea.The water surface of the prison dragon river is wide, but the mouth of the sea is narrow and constricted. During the high tide in August, the tide enters the sea like a trapped dragon.

The Longjiang River tide is a world-famous scene, but it also hides flood disasters. That summer, there were several heavy rains. The Hailing County Governor led the people under his rule to take all precautions. Having fun together is also taking the lead and stabilizing the hearts of the people.

On the day when the tide came, the scorching sun hung high, and there was no cloud in the sky. All the people looked forward to it, and saw a white spot at the end of their eyes, which turned into a ray of silver light between their breaths. There was a burst of admiration and cheers.

However, the cheers had just grown louder, but suddenly changed their taste - a large lead cloud suddenly gathered in the sky where there was no cloud shadow at all, and the tide surged together with the dense clouds. Ten feet, almost as high as the sky.

In front of the real vision of heaven and earth, ordinary people don't even have to run away, they can't even cry out. Ten thousand people stand silently, just waiting for the monstrous waves to wipe out this part of the world.

At this moment, there was a sudden cry - in the swaddle embraced by the magistrate's wife, the baby who was not yet a year old opened his mouth and cried.

In the dragon-like sound of water, this cry should have been heard by no one, but it broke the dead silence loudly and loudly, only to see thick clouds overturned, shaped like a giant palm, pulling back the tide of the sky - the reason why the legend is a legend , because it is not very reliable.

It is impossible to test the truth of that day, but the summer and autumn of that year were indeed not peaceful, and reports were reported from all over the country, and there were many natural disasters and man-made disasters.

The vision of the imprisoned Longjiang River surging in and then going away peacefully is mixed with disasters of all sizes, and it is not worthy of the emperor's personal interrogation, but some political opponents participated in the book of Hailing County Sheriff, saying that he made up this anecdote To ask for credit is simply absurd. If a real dragon goes out to sea, how can manpower stop it?Such fabrications are disrespectful.

But before realizing it, the late emperor finished reading the scriptures, said with a strange smile: "There really is a huge tide like a dragon, and it is also a dragon of disaster. This son of the Bian family, Xiangrui, should have been born in the royal family, so let me have a look."

Seeing this, he did not return the child of other people's family - the first emperor Jinkou said, "I should be born in the royal family", and when I held him in my arms, I was very happy that this child Yuxue was cute, named Yonglan, and stayed in the palace Raising with the young crown prince together, and enfeoffing him as Marquis of Jiang, is a step up to the sky.

Tan Shan has withdrawn his mind to wait and see, and he really doesn't see things now, but even if he can't see, he can clearly read eight big characters from Xiangrui, who was originally the number one alive and panting: Ben Hou is not afraid!Ben Hou is lucky!

"..." Rao has practiced Qing for many years, and his mind is as immobile as a mountain, Tan Shan is also rarely speechless, pondering for a while and said: "With your fate, it is true that you would not see these private things in the first place."

"Thanks to you, I was lucky enough to meet you. I'm very happy!" Bian Yonglan couldn't guess that this incident tonight must be the monk who wanted to show him off, so he gritted his teeth secretly, saying "very happy" like "I want to eat people".

"Forget it, Ben Hou is sleepy, and you..." Bian Yonglan didn't know that there was a good intention to persuade him not to take risks in his arrogance, but he couldn't bear the tone, and his voice changed when he had an idea. "Master, let's just stay here for one night. Anyway, after sitting down for a while, it will be dawn, so we just go on the road together." After thinking for a while, he added a confident footnote, "I'm afraid if I stay alone."

The marquis of Wanjiang lived in the upper room, with two rooms inside and outside, the inside room was for sleeping, and the outside room was for receiving guests.Of course he would not give the bed to others, he just wanted to squeeze the monk with words and punish him to sit for half the night.

With this monk's neither yin nor yang temperament, Hou Wanjiang guessed that he would say "Don't bother me" and walk away, but he didn't expect that the other party nodded slightly after listening, and raised his hand to fumble to light the candle on the table. The assistant prepares to enter the vigil.

"...So you really can't see?" Bian Yonglan saw that he first reached out to find the lampstand by the temperature of the candle, and then went to pick out the candle wick. After hesitating for a moment, he still couldn't help asking.

"........."

"When did you become blind?"

"........."

"I mean..." Bian Yonglan hesitated for a moment before explaining, "About ten years ago, I heard you lecture on scriptures, and your eyes could still see at that time."

"........."

"I was the one who asked the question abruptly, master, please don't mind."

"It's okay," Tan Shan finally spoke, without any sense of blame in his words, he just said softly like an ordinary monk, "The candle will never go out, I'm here, you don't need to be afraid."

--Pity.

Such a thought suddenly flashed through Wan Jianghou's mind, but until he fell asleep, he didn't think clearly what he was regretting.

Perhaps it was because this was the first time in his life that he had seen a ghost. That night, Marquis Wanjiang dreamed of a monk chanting scriptures.

If today's son knew about this, he would probably laugh and tease him: "Yonglan, you are so unyielding, you dream of a monk in order not to dream of ghosts, you are really a donkey."

It is said to be chanting scriptures, but it is not always the case.Bian Yonglan saw a five-foot-high platform, and a monk sat on it, reciting a few scriptures, and then stopped to explain in detail the profound meanings. Every word is the most important principle of Buddhism.

But is anyone listening?Probably not—— Bian Yonglan looked around and saw human heads everywhere, so crowded that there was no place to stand. All men, women, old and young stretched their necks, stared at the monk on the lectern, humming and whispering in their ears, listening The most popular sentence is: "I'm afraid it looks like a god, right?"

In his dream, Bian Yonglan couldn't see the face of the monk on the stage clearly, but after hearing what others said, he raised his eyes and saw that the mist around the monk's eyebrows dissipated—eyes are eyes, noses It's a nose, and a mouth is a mouth, which is quite neat.

People's character is really interesting, it doesn't change even in dreams.All the civil and military men in the Manchu Dynasty knew that Wan Jianghou was unrestrained and free-spirited, and his speech was eclectic, in other words, he did not speak human words from time to time.

Wan Jianghou faithfully brought his not-so-talkative personality into his dream... No, he wasn't Wan Jianghou at that time.That was ten years ago, he had not been appointed as a marquis, nor had the crown prince ascended the throne, one day he overheard the shopping eunuch talking about something new outside the palace, so he insisted on dragging the prince to see it.

It was a dream, not a dream, it really happened ten years ago - the 16-year-old Bian Yonglan dragged the 19-year-old prince and slipped out of the palace in casual clothes to watch the fun, and even dragged the prince's personal servant to cover them up.

At that time, Eunuch Chen's chronic diseases accumulated over the years hadn't yet broken out, and he was still strong and vigorous, so he didn't dare to persuade him, and he couldn't persuade him, so he had to follow the guards.

There is a bustling place to see is an ancient temple named Chang Gung.The old abbot seldom traveled in the world and never went out of the temple. No one had seen his face, but he changed to a new abbot, but he was willing to give lectures and enlighten the world.

But whether the world would like to be saved or not is up for debate—they just said: I have never seen such a good-looking monk, let's go, let's go see the gods together!

When he was young, Bian Yonglan didn't like to read the articles of sages and sages, and he devoted himself to learning martial arts. There was no shortage of good masters in the palace, and he also had a good foundation. The people protected the prince from left to right, and squeezed into the lecture hall in twos and twos.

"Tsk, isn't he just a monk, even if he looks neat, he doesn't have three heads and six arms, what kind of god is he?" The young Bian Yonglan looked at the monks on the lectern, and whispered to the prince, "Besides, even He really gave birth to three heads and six arms, so he should be said to be a real Buddha, what are you talking about..."

Then the word "immortal" was swallowed by the young man.

The monk looked good, but he was too young, about twenty years old, sitting on the lectern, with a solemn figure, a face like white jade, speaking the scriptures with downcast eyes, neither looking at All living beings under the stage don't care about the fluctuations in people's hearts, just like a Bodhisattva statue carved from beautiful jade, whether the world worships or not, listens or does not listen, it is not in his eyes.

But when he slightly raised his eyes to look—just for a moment, he slightly raised his eyes to look at the sentient beings, the room was full of restlessness, and suddenly there was no sound.

And 16-year-old Bian Yonglan suddenly understood the difference between a bodhisattva and a god at this moment.

The difference should be in those eyes.

As the saying goes, Bodhisattvas are merciful, compassion is selfless, and selflessness is also ruthless.

Bian Yonglan looked at the Bodhisattva statues in those temples, no matter what kind of craftsman they were from, they all had similar eyes, similar benevolent brows and kind eyes, similar ruthlessness.

He never felt that there was anything wrong with it—great love should be like this, and it is my Buddha's mercy to cut off personal affection and all desires.

Then the person on the stage can really only be called a god - there are too many, too many affections in his slightly raised eyes, so much that they seem to have weight, they are piled heavily in the eyes, falling in the corners of the eyes, originally The corners of the slightly drooping eyes were held down by the affection, as if they couldn't bear the load, making them unable to lift them any longer, but the ordinary people who were swept away by the little wave of his eyes had only one wish in their hearts: to ask the immortal to lift them up. Look up... look up at me.

The young people are ignorant, they don't have the heart to promise people, and they don't know what love is, but they also understand a truth: people who should be ruthless, but with such affection in their eyebrows, are the most touching.

But being ignorant also has the benefits of being ignorant, Bian Yonglan came back to his senses after a moment of stupefaction, and heard the noise outside the door getting louder and louder, and then there was a loud noise, as if something collapsed suddenly.

Unexpectedly, he was supposed to protect him with all his heart, but at that moment he couldn't help looking at the stage, and saw the monks sitting solemnly finally opened their eyes and looked straight at the sentient beings—what happened next?

It was already dawn when Marquis Wan Jiang woke up, he was lying flat on the bed like a dead body, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the old things in his dream, only feeling a little puzzled.

He remembered what happened later, indeed he remembered, but there was one thing he couldn't figure out.

But because of this dream, I figured out the things I couldn't figure out before going to bed.

He does feel a little pity.

Such a pity for such beautiful eyes.

The author has something to say: Tanshan is Gong, don't stand against him... I will talk about Xiao Gong's glaring at who is pregnant later.