Chang'an India

The sea of ​​desire is like a mirror, without waves.

The monk stands on the sea, looking peacefully at the water mirror in front of him—taking a picture by the water, he sees his own shadow in the sea.

This sea of ​​desire has never been so obedient as it is at this moment. It opened its arms, accepted his shadow, and accepted him.

Love and personal affairs, the world of mortals.

--Come.

At this moment, the monk suddenly discovered that his cultivation technique, which he hadn't gotten a gleam of improvement for a long time, was faltering at this moment.

"... Yonglan, it's getting late, let's go back." Tan Shan suppressed the strangeness in his heart, and led the silent person in front of him, and walked back side by side.

"Master, you are a person of pure cultivation outside Fangwai." All the way without saying a word, until he could see the gable of the temple in the distance, Bian Yonglan suddenly stopped, let go of the monk's hand, and said, "If one day, you regret it, Even if you enter this temple now, you will regret it..."

With this gentleman's disregarding temper, the monk thought he would say that if you dare to regret it, this prince will definitely chase you to the ends of the earth with a knife, but he didn't expect that he just whispered: "If If you regret it, I will never blame you. I was originally guilty of being too greedy."

There is no real unrestrained freedom in the life of a Taoist person—it is a pity if you can't ask for it, but you feel guilty if you can ask for it.

Inside the threshold and outside the threshold, monks and laymen are different.Dozens of times, dozens of faces, the best end is the best end.

When Zhenyu didn't know when he dragged the Buddha into the world of mortals, the person who stretched out his hand felt a pain in his heart, and then he knew where the crime of indulging in lust was - even if he shared the guilt, he felt sorry for him.

"........."

Tan Shan was born with a cold temperament, not good at expressing his heart, nor good at words of comfort, he was speechless for a while, and when he spoke again, the words were still light, but there was a deep and deep temperature in his tone, just like nine winters , with a bowl of hot soup in hand, the fingertips have not yet warmed up, and the weight of the hands has already ironed the heart and lungs.

The monk raised his hand, stroked the lightly pursed lips of the person in front of him, and said to him, "Yonglan, smile."

There are always joys and sorrows in this world, some people laugh and some people cry - the high-ranking, powerful, and prosperous King of the Southwest is probably the most sad one in the world right now, so sad that he almost sheds two lines of old tears.

He claims to be born noble, with tens of thousands of elite soldiers in his hands, Xia Chunqiu asks for him, no matter how good the "immortal master" is, he still depends on his winks-but after this battle, he passed the hurdle of life and death, Only then did the old prince, who was not clear-headed, understand that he was just an ordinary mortal in front of the real methods of Buddhas and demons and demons and gods, and he had no room for struggle.

Xia Chunqiu took him out of the deep mountain somewhere, and met the soldiers and horses who were searching for him everywhere. Only then did the old prince regain a bit of confidence, but he didn't dare to disobey the old monk again, saying "the immortal master is frightened" , Respectfully ordered someone to send the immortal master back to the mansion to wash and rest, but he himself returned to the palace like burning his butt, without even wiping his face, he hurriedly summoned his confidant counselors to discuss the plan of getting rid of the crime.

The master is stupid, and the counselor is not a capable person. After all, if you ask about this matter today, you can only push it to "bewitched by a demon".

No matter how stupid the King of Southwest was, he still felt that this argument could not be evaded. He was frowning and thinking hard, and heard another counselor say: "Or there are bandits making trouble-the prince dispatched troops to encircle and suppress bandits, not only without fault, but also meritorious. !"

"I don't want to be meritorious, but I want to have no faults," the old prince waved his hand, and he also felt that this method is feasible, "It's just that this way of saying always needs to catch some bandits... Where did the bandits come from?"

"The prince's fief is ten thousand hectares, and there are always some refugees and beggars without relatives and reasons..." The counselor whispered a few words in his ear, and then settled on a plan full of loopholes, but there was no better way.

Xia Chunqiu stayed behind closed doors in the mansion for two days, carefully calculating the whereabouts of Tan Shan and Wan Jianghou - the deduction skills he had learned were not as good as Tan Shan, but a general whereabouts could still be deduced - these two people He didn't go in the direction of the capital, but looking in that direction, he seemed to be in Mount Emei.

The old monk also manipulated the birds and beasts to search in that direction with the method of superstition, but he couldn't find anything, but he saw the guards of the royal palace catching some street beggars. No matter, even the old prince can't get out of the sky.

Two days later, the old monk went to the palace to meet the Southwest King. As soon as he stepped into the main hall, he saw the old prince scolding people angrily: "This king asked you to arrest people, and those beggars who are dead and left alone! You stare at me!" Look with your dog eyes, how does this man look like a beggar!"

After scolding the servant, he apologized to another young man standing in the hall with a smile and asked, "Young master, where are you? It's all a misunderstanding if you come back alive."

I saw the two people in the hall, kneeling and standing, the one who knelt and dared not make a sound was the guard of the palace who had arrested the wrong person, and the young man standing there really didn't look like a beggar - he looked at most But in his early twenties, although his hair is a bit unkempt and his clothes are disheveled, even if the clothes are dirty and damaged, he can tell at a glance that they are not made of ordinary materials.Looking at this person's face again, it is also unkempt and disheveled, and his face is like a crown of jade. The pair of peach blossom eyes should be a mood that is not smiling but it is a pity that his eyes are blank at this time, and his mouth is murmuring. I don't know what he is saying. What.

"My lord, calm down first, come and have some tea."

A smile popped up on the old monk's face, he persuaded the Southwest King, and kindly asked the guard who was kneeling and swinging: "Don't be afraid, where did you catch this man? Why did you arrest him?"

"Wang, lord... this man is really a beggar!" The guard didn't know how to tell the difference, he didn't know how many boards he would have to suffer, so he took the opportunity to avenge himself, "We just saw a lot of beggars in a ruined temple. , and they were arrested together... It was dark and I didn't see it too clearly, my lord, forgive me, my lord, please forgive me!"

"Then you see it clearly and don't let him go! Why bring it back!"

"My lord, this man is crazy, he doesn't say anything when asked, he can only talk nonsense, and he won't go away even if he is chased away..." The guards cried out in their hearts, only that they later felt that this man might not be a beggar, and they didn't know why So I fell into that ruined temple, sleeping with a bunch of stinking beggars.It's just that no matter how you ask, that person only talks about "thousands of years" and "dreams", and can't ask him what his name is or where he lives. disaster.

"One millennium dream..."

As if to prove that the guard was not lying, the young man who stood there suddenly spoke a little louder, but he couldn't say anything else back and forth, and could only repeat one sentence: ——a great dream in a thousand years.

"Young master..." Xia Chunqiu took a few steps forward, stood in front of the young man, and asked him lovingly, "Son, what did you dream about? Why did you dream about it for 1000 years?"

"1000 years... more than 1000 years..." The man looked at the old monk in a daze, the words in his mouth seemed to be weeping, but his eyes were as dry as two dry wells, "Dreams... are not dreams... cannot be dreams...

Lian..."

"Who is Ah Lian?"

"...It's a dream... Ah Lian is a dream...a great dream in a thousand years..."

The old monk asked a few questions, and he knew why the King of Southwest was willing to put a smile on his face to ask questions—he had no choice but to be angry with a lunatic, it was useless to coax him.

"The old man said long ago that the prince is really a blessed person." Xia Chunqiu stopped asking any more questions, but turned to the Southwest King and said with a smile, "You are originally a man of great blessings, but you really want to give up your desire to become a fairy?"

"..." The Southwest King has seen with his own eyes that there are really immortals and demon gods in this world, and they are all real people who have passed through the heavens. How can they stop their delusions of seeking immortality and immortality?But he is also afraid, afraid of this "immortal teacher", afraid of those strange things that are far beyond the control of ordinary people, how dare he trust him again!

"Looking at your fate, I think you have at most seven or eight years to live." Xia Chunqiu saw the struggling look on his face, and asked with a smile, "Do you really wish to die of old age in this world?"

"My lord, do you still remember that when I asked you to send people to search around, just to find out, is there any place that suffered a disaster under your rule 26 years ago, like my apprentice, who had to enter the fairyland and return?" people."

The King of Southwest didn't answer, so the old monk went on talking to himself: "26 years ago, Yucheng was suddenly robbed by thunder, and not many people died. I'm afraid you forgot—there was a rich man named Meng in the city, and there was a sudden thunder in the middle of the night. It hit his mansion and killed two maidservants who were guarding the night, but his eldest son has never been seen since then."

"........."

"Oh, looking at your expression, I'm afraid you really forgot—that's right, even if the Meng family is rich and powerful, they would not dare to cry in front of the prince. But back then, the Meng family posted notices all over the city looking for people, even if they only If you can provide a clue, you will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver. It’s a pity that no one is alive and no corpse is dead.”

"Master Immortal, could it be..."

"If your lord doesn't trust me, you can ask someone to take the dossier left by the Meng family's newspaper officer for comparison. The missing person notice is included in the dossier, and the portrait on it is vividly drawn."

"Young master, is your surname Meng?"

The old monk asked the young man who was still muttering nonsense, and didn't care if he didn't get an answer. He turned his head and knelt on the ground, listening intently with his ears open, and said to the guard who forgot even his fear: "I will give you a meritorious service." If you have a chance, take more people and go to Yuzhou," Xia Chunqiu told him with a smile, "Remember to invite Master Meng and Mrs. Meng together. Invite them all together, or tie them up if you don’t come—don’t forget to tell them that it’s a happy event: the lord has found the young master who has been missing for 26 years for them, so let them come to recognize each other.”

"26 years ago...this...does he look 20 years old..."

The old prince circled around the crazy man twice, pointing at him dumbfounded, his fingers trembling.

"Mr. Meng was 20 years old when he disappeared." Xia Chunqiu nodded and smiled, "26 years have passed, and he returned to this world, but he still has the same appearance as in the portrait. I recognized him at a glance——My lord, fairyland It's true, it's true that you can live forever if you go to the fairyland, now you believe it?"

"I, I have never believed in immortal masters..."

"Forget it, it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not," Xia Chunqiu slightly raised his head and looked towards the northeast direction. Although he could only see the hall of the Southwest Palace, he seemed to see a thousand-story palace, a golden palace and green tiles. , you and I will go to the capital together with the young and old of the Meng family."

"Go...go..." No matter how confused the king of Southwest was, he understood what he meant, "You want to..."

"The lord of the world, the emperor of the world," Xia Chunqiu turned to look at him, and asked kindly, "The Chang'an seal has fallen into the hands of others. If I don't go to Jinshang to make the decision, is there any use in asking you?"

"My nephew...you don't know him," the old prince seemed hesitant, "He doesn't like to listen to people's words. where is that……"

"Seeing is believing," Xia Chunqiu pointed at the bewildered Mr. Meng, "Is there anything more real than such a living man?"

"........."

"Would the lord not want to have a chance to commit crimes and make meritorious deeds?" Although Xia Chunqiu didn't know that the Southwest King had come up with a bad idea of ​​"encircling and suppressing bandits", he also knew that he would definitely not catch beggars for no reason. He thought, "The credit you have made for today, but the great sins can be offset in the past. The opportunity to become a fairy in the future, and today's blood and family relationship, will definitely not lose your share."

"...Okay, let's do as the fairy master wants, and I will start to prepare now!"

After a few words, the old prince also suddenly figured it out—after Face Saint, whether he still has the opportunity to seek immortality or not, let's not talk about it.

After all, he is an imperial prince, so rather than fooling the emperor, it is better to take him as the backbone - he is really afraid of this "immortal master". The emperor's nephew seemed much more cordial.

"It's a good cause and effect, and it follows each other..."

Xia Chunqiu no longer chattered with the Southwest King, walked out of the hall, looked up at Mingri Gaoxuan, and sighed leisurely and fascinated: "It turns out that the success of the day failed, but it was not a waste of effort... It is indeed cause and effect. Xun, Tian Dao sincerely does not deceive me."

The author has something to say: Teacher Xia's bento is now hot.Run through the plot again, and talk about love in the next chapter.