Chang'an India

Speeding up the horse, the two entered the capital two days later, without delay, they went straight to the imperial city.

After a month or so, the capital also changed to the color of late spring.

There are golden suns everywhere in front of the Palace of Preserving Harmony. Marquis Wanjiang walked up the stone steps step by step and stepped into the gate of the palace. He saw the emperor standing with his back, but he didn't kneel down or congratulate him. He just said casually as if greeting an ordinary person: "I Are you back, are you safe?"

"It's been a hard journey," the emperor turned around with his hands behind his back, and nodded lightly to Tan Shan, "Master, you don't need to be too polite."

In fact, regardless of whether he said it or not, the monks only performed the Buddhist ceremony in front of the king——Buddhas kneel to the Buddha, not to the king.

"Let that old man stop hiding and come out."

With Bian Yonglan's ear strength, upon entering the hall, he could hear a heavy and turbid breathing sound in Dongnuan Pavilion. Presumably it was not Xia Chunqiu, but the King of Southwest who didn't know whether he was timid or bold.

As soon as the words fell, Xia Chunqiu followed the Southwest King and came out of the Dongnuan Pavilion—Wanjiang Hou also knew that he had entered the city gate, and he was afraid that someone would send a message from the back foot. These two old men were waiting for him here, but they Standing behind him was a young man with slack eyes, but he had never seen him before, and he didn't know who he was, who dared to be so distracted in front of the holy car, his soul flew into the sky.

"Master, what have you said to me before, let's say it again."

The Son of Heaven looked at Xia Chunqiu, his tone was calm, and his complexion did not show any clues. It was just the appearance of a king who should not reveal his emotions: "There is no joke before the emperor. Master naturally understands this truth."

"26 years ago, at the beginning of autumn, visions occurred frequently in various places, among which..."

The old monk also held the Buddhist ceremony in his hand, raised his eyes to look at Tan Shan, didn't say a word of nonsense, he explained the matter in detail with a cup of tea.

"The reason why you are bright is to listen; the reason why you are dark is to believe."

Today, although he doesn't have any talent for poetry and painting, he is indeed familiar with the articles of sages and sages, so he quoted the scriptures and asked Tan Shan, "Is there anything you want to tell me, master?"

"........."

The monk didn't answer in silence, and the Marquis of Wanjiang was also speechless. He only felt the roar in his head, and he couldn't say another word—he never knew that there is such a thing as immortality in that so-called fairyland!

Not only did he not know, Tan Shan probably didn't know at all - if the monk knew, he would never not tell him; if he knew, he would never let the monk bring the seal back to Beijing!

What Xia Chunqiu said was nothing else but immortality—the emperors of all dynasties, those who worshiped Buddha and visited Taoism, those who believed in alchemy, and those who labored people and money, did they seek the chance to find immortals?

What I'm looking for is the eternal life behind the opportunity, a long life and a long view!

Even if Marquis Wan Jiang knew more about today's world, he would never dare to say which emperor would not be tempted by this talk of immortality.

"There is no joke in front of you, this old monk naturally understands the truth," Tan Shan lowered his eyes and said nothing, but Xia Chunqiu said from the sidelines, "It is difficult for me to win the trust of others, but the biological parents of Mr. Meng, the elders of the family Servant, the neighbours, the sage have all seen it personally, don’t they have the guts to deceive the king?”

"........."

"If the words of these more than ten people are still not fully believed, the Holy Majesty can order people to visit Yucheng and ask people from house to house—26 years ago, many people still remember the announcement that the whole city rewarded people for finding people."

"........."

"Nephew, hand in the seal—this seal is not yours, not mine," the old monk said slowly with a smile, "everything in this world belongs to the emperor."

The monk did not speak or move, but suddenly heard a golden cry resounding in the hall - the sword worn by Marquis Wan Jiang was no longer a prisoner's dragon, it was just an ordinary weapon bought on the road, but even if it was just ordinary iron, it was still in the hearts of warriors. While Nianfu was moving, there was a long and sharp sound from the sheath.

"Bold!"

The emperor hadn't said anything yet, but the old prince saw that he would have a chance to flatter and make meritorious deeds. He took a step forward, pointed at the Marquis of the river angrily, and said, "It's fine if you don't unload your weapon in front of the emperor, how dare you..."

"It doesn't matter," the Holy Majesty waved his hand and interrupted him in a soft voice, "My Prince Wanjiang is here, so I have nothing to worry about."

The emperor's mind, not to mention anything else, is a first-class good at running on people with words-the emperor said a word, and he was running on the sidelines. Wait here for yourself.

"Don't be afraid, little son. If you want to open the seal, you don't have to take your soul. My nephew is accompanied by that strange beast..."

Xia Chunqiu said something else, but Bian Yonglan couldn't care less about listening - his mind was so disturbed, but he calmed down, and only thought about how confident he would be if he took Tan Shan out of the palace - he He knew the emperor in front of him very well, and knew that inside and outside the palace, although he looked completely defenseless, he was afraid that someone was ambushing on the top of the palace.

Since with his hearing ability, he couldn't tell how many people were ambushing, then everyone must be one out of a hundred.

"... Don't think that you can still escape. In the whole world, could it be the king's land, where can you escape to?"

Bian Yonglan came back to his senses again, and listened to the rambling old prince full of flattery: "The sage is benevolent, I don't care about you, why don't you hurry up and put down your weapons and make amends?"

"........."

"If you don't think about yourself, you should also think about the lives of the whole family." The Southwest King got a good face from the emperor's nephew earlier, and when he spoke, he became more courageous and said with a flick of his robe sleeve, "Is it possible that you Do you really think of yourself as a relative of the emperor? If you dare to run away, this king will dare to take your entire family..."

"shut up!"

When the emperor is angry, it is like a thunderbolt—this emperor on earth has a gentle and elegant face, and when he is calm and calm, it is inevitable that people will forget what the anger of the emperor looks like—he only drank two words, but The Southwest King was so frightened that his knees went limp, and he knelt on the ground involuntarily.

Not only did he kneel down, but even Bian Yonglan knelt down——the holy majesty had already ordered that the marquis of the Jiangjiang would be exempted from court, so even he himself forgot how long he hadn't kneeled down to this person.

It's just this kneeling, he's not kneeling to the king - kneeling is only kneeling for the kindness of nurturing, brotherhood, and a decision to break up the relationship even if it has to be done today.

"Yonglan, why are you kneeling?"

After the emperor was angry, he smiled again, walked up to Bian Yonglan himself, and bent over to help him.

"My Lord of the River, never has to kneel down."

He stretched out his hand to him, and what he said was the heaviest promise an emperor could give.

It is so important that the censor will listen to it, and I am afraid that he will immediately hit the post to die.

Just because the Son of Heaven said - "My Marquis of the River, don't need to kneel down, because this country, in my heart, already has half of you. No matter whether it's a fairyland on earth, no matter whether it's forever, no matter whether it's immortal, if you have one part of me, you will be able to live forever." You have one point - Yonglan, you are not joking."

"Immortal life..."

The emperor went to help him in person, but Wan Jianghou couldn't afford it, but he heard that the young man who had been silent since he entered the palace suddenly opened his mouth. I don't know if it was because he heard too many words "immortality" that he suddenly Returning to his senses, he murmured: "Immortal...you don't understand."

"Immortal, you don't understand!"

Sentence after sentence, this Mr. Meng suddenly appeared insane for some reason, and rushed to the outside of the hall. The speed was not what ordinary people can have. A figure rushed out of the door in the blink of an eye, whether it was kneeling or not The Marquis of the Jiang who is moving, or the Tanshan who seems to be in a trance with his eyes downcast, are all unstoppable.

The sharp arrows were like lightning, first one, and then it fell like rain——There were more than a hundred soldiers and dragon guards in ambush on the top of the hall. Seeing someone rushing out of the hall, the one with the loosest hand didn't hold back, and shot an arrow straight through. into the man's shoulder.

In an instant, the remaining guards also saw clearly that it was neither the Lord nor the prince who rushed out, so there was no reason to hesitate, more than a hundred people loosened their strings almost at the same time, some were hit or not— —The reason for not hitting the target is just because one person has so much space, and it is really impossible to get so many arrows in.

Xu Shi really lived in the fairyland for a thousand years, only to see that this young man is not single and does not look like ordinary people, and even his life is much harder than ordinary people. With so many arrows pierced in, he still did not die for a while, and he didn't seem to know the pain. Like, without looking back, just looking up to the sky, raising eyes to look at the nine heavens, and let out a long cry, as if using all the strength of the whole body in this strong long call.

He shouted to the sky: "—A Lian!"

"........."

Bian Yonglan stood up now - he wanted to save someone, but he couldn't save him in time.

"It's the poor monk who understands late."

As soon as the Marquis of Wan Jiang moved, he heard the monk suddenly say that it was "too late", but he no longer hesitated in his actions.

——"Master, what is consummation?"

——"You will know when the time comes."

Tan Shan didn't know.

He didn't know if he had crossed the last line of the sky with this technique, but he put his palms together, and when he separated again, the Chang'an seal appeared in his palms.

Immediately after the seal is released, it floats in mid-air without support or support.

The monk closed his eyes and practiced the salute, but the words in his mouth were not scriptures or Buddhist teachings, but just a common sentence-"It turns out that there are no gods, immortals, Buddhas, or demons in this world, only human beings."

All kinds of enlightenment come to mind.

That day, when he entered the formation with his soul, the monks had a subtle perception; when they practiced in the Thousand Buddha Cave, they had realized nine points;

In this world, no matter men, women, old or young, rich or poor, high or low, everyone has desires, greed, and thoughts--Buddhas have practiced hard for generations, but who knows that the one who really suppressed the Chang'an seal is neither the penitent Buddha's disciples are not handed down exercises either.

How can a Buddhist monk and a skill compete with the world?

Buddhist monks and exercises are just relying on, like medicine and containers, what is drawn and contained is the deepest and heaviest desire of thousands of people in this world.

The monk opened his eyes, made the seal, and formed the seal. Behind him, there was a shadow of the Buddha. The shadow of the Buddha was not too big or small. Desires, the seven emotions and six desires are all mixed together, creating an illusion of beings!

Just at this snap of the fingers, the palace became quiet, the palace became quiet, the whole city became quiet, and the world became quiet.

No one in the world is silent, and they all saw their deepest desires at the snap of their fingers, and also saw the white lotus born with their desires.

We are born as human beings, because of desire, we are born with attachment, because of attachment, we are suffering, but we are born because of suffering.

It turns out that what really holds a seal, a world, and a Chang'an in the world——is this whole generation of circulation, desire burning forever, boundless sea of ​​suffering, and the world of mortals.

All the people in the world fell silent for just a snap of their fingers, but there was no sound in the hall for a long time, and no one came back to their senses for a long time.

Tan Shan walked slowly in front of Xia Chunqiu, and saw the bewitched Buddhist monk open his eyes for the first time.

"It turns out that the practice technique... has such a purpose."

A smile slowly floated on the lips of the old monk, and the two nasolabial folds left over the years became more profound.

He fixed his eyes on the monk, as if he wanted to say something more, but he kept silent.

Keeping your mouth shut, closing your eyes with a smile——Xia Chunqiu didn't use Tan Shan's hands, nor did he say a single word. He slowly folded his hands together in a precious and important place. He performed the last Buddhist ritual in this life, and died from his heart failure.

In the silence of the whole hall, a soft sound was suddenly heard - the Chang'an seal was broken into two halves, but it never fell on the gold brick.

The seal was broken and the people scattered. When the emperor finally opened his eyes and looked around, he saw that there were only three people left in the hall.

Chang'an Yin, Marquis of Wanjiang, and the young monk all disappeared.

The author has something to say: I fell asleep when I got home yesterday, so I updated it at this weird time... The next chapter will be updated on Thursday, and you can open a new map. Why did Mr. Xia get a bento by himself? I am also counted in a metaphysics article, holding high the banner of materialist philosophy... There is no god and no Buddha, only self-crossing, huh!