Chapter 73 Where does a ray of fragrant soul return

I once longed for war. When I heard Chu Yu say that he used to be a swordsman, he killed three hundred people in one day, leaving corpses everywhere and blood flowing like rivers.At that time, for a brief moment, I wanted to watch such a tragic fight and feel the blood of the happy world.It was a person who wiped the blood off Chu Yu's sword before he died. The blood was his own. At the moment when he died smiling, Chu Yu threw away the sword and chose to return to Yanxia Temple, but the temple could no longer accommodate him. As I thought about it, I had already arrived at Zijin City, and the Imperial Forest Army lined up in a neat long queue in front of the palace gate, which was incomparably majestic.I have no intention of admiring this kind of scenery, the most urgent thing is to return to Yueyang Palace immediately and treat Yanping.

The carriage stopped at Yueyang Palace, and the guards carried Yanping to her bedroom. Since Chunyi had many things to deal with, I asked him for an imperial doctor before parting. Mei Xin and the others were really surprised when they saw us coming back like this, Qiu Xi presided over the overall situation and ordered them to boil water and decoct medicine. After intensive treatment by the imperial physician, Yanping's blood finally stopped, and I was exhausted holding her all the time. Hong Jian came over to replace me, and said distressedly: "Miss, go and change into clean clothes, they are completely stained with blood, let the smoke screen rest now, and I will take good care of her."

I called the imperial physician to Mei Yun Hall and asked him seriously: "How sure are you?" The imperial doctor bowed his head: "Forgive me is incompetent, there is no way to return the soul, your empress should prepare for her funeral." I waved: "You step back and go to treat those who need treatment." I called Qiu Xi, frowned and said, "Get ready for Yanping to go, let her go cleanly." Putting on clean clothes, I walked to Yanping's side and saw that her face was as pale as paper and her breathing was weak.Qiuxi and Hongjian wiped her body and changed into plain clothes. At this moment, I realized that Yanping is so charming.I was the one who saved her, it was I who harmed her, it was I who brought her back to life, and it was I who destroyed her.

I remembered what Chu Yu said, if you save one person, one person will die, and if one person is saved well, one person will be injured.Could it be that everything has a definite number, and reincarnation is so fast. I held the smoke screen and looked at her: "What other wish do you have, tell me, I can do it for you." Yanping looked at me weakly: "No, I don't have any wish. This life, like duckweed, will go with the water after death. If, if possible, I will go and find my hometown." I held her hand tightly: "Okay, then you can go with peace of mind, I won't keep you."

She nodded slightly and closed her eyes: "Okay, I'll sleep for a while..." Walking into Xinuang Pavilion, calling for Qiuxi, she asked in a low voice, "Are you all ready?" Qiuxi's eyes were red, with traces of crying. She nodded and replied, "Ready, she said she didn't bring anything, and don't take anything away." Makes me feel honorable.Many seemingly ordinary lives, in the end, see the truth the most. This is the case with Yanping. As a lowly man, his life is thinner than paper, but he is clearer than anyone else and sees it more thoroughly than anyone else.

I sighed softly: "Yes, she did it, and she paid back what she owed. I owe her the rest." Qiu Xi comforted: "Your Majesty, don't say that. Yanping was loyal to protect the Lord. She deserved her death. She is just a servant. She was ashamed for not being able to block the master's sword." I patted her shoulder with my hand and sighed: "Don't say that, the situation was so urgent at that time, you have been protecting me all the time. Besides, I would rather suffer that sword myself than want any of you to have any accidents. You know, I also don't want to owe anyone."

She said anxiously: "It's only natural for a servant to protect the Lord loyally." I lowered my voice and said in a deep voice, "I never treated you as slaves." "Yes, the master treats people generously, this is the blessing of being a slave." She lowered her head even more. I sighed: "You and Hong Jian go to accompany Yanping, I won't go, let her go with peace of mind, just tell me when she leaves. Quietly, don't disturb her." "Yes." Qiuxi withdrew. I remembered that in Cuimei Nunnery, my teacher told me that for all those who were about to leave the world, the temple would ask the master or teacher to chant sutras for them.Let the soul rest, and stay away from pain, right and wrong, disaster, and reincarnation.

I don't have scriptures for salvation here, but I think of the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" that I knelt in front of the Buddha with the painting fan and recited.So gently turned it out. Take out a bunch of bodhi seeds, touch them one by one, and gently chant: "Guanzizi Bodhisattva, for a long time, walks the deep prajna paramita, sees that all five aggregates are empty, and overcomes all hardships. Sariko, the color is not empty, and the empty is not empty." Different colors, the color is empty, the empty is the color, and the thinking is recognized, and the same is true. Relics, all dharmas are empty, life is immortal, not dirty, not increasing or decreasing...No vision, even unconsciousness, no ignorance , and there is no end to ignorance. There is no old age and death, no old age and death, no suffering and extinction, no wisdom and no gain, and no gain, so stay away from reversed dreams, and finally Nirvana..."

Far from reversing dreams, I believe that Yanping can get away from all the shackles of the world, go to a place of her own, and live freely from then on. She said that she wants to float along the water and go to her hometown, and I will be satisfied with her. I had a premonition that Yanping had already left me, and there was no concern for her here, so I told her that I would not keep her. When Qiuxi and Hong Jian came to Nuan Pavilion with tears and red eyes, I was still sitting there chanting sutras. I hoped that she could hear it and forget me completely, but I could never forget her again, because I owe her.Shen Meiwan is like this, what I owe, I should pay it back, if I can't pay it back, I will remember it.

Qiu Xi asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, how should we arrange for Yanping's funeral?" I replied: "You order someone to take care of everything. Remember, only a handful of ashes are left, because I will sprinkle it on the stream and send her back to her hometown." Qiu Xi nodded: "Okay." I continued: "I took the wooden box she carried with me, and only took out the embroidered picture of stepping in the snow and looking for plum blossoms that she left for me. Don't open the rest of the items, just go with her .” Qiu Xi asked puzzledly: "Is there anything left behind by the smoke screen?"

I shook my head: "I don't know, let her take it no matter whether it is left or not. We can't keep her people, and we don't want to keep her things. Let her things accompany her and go back to her home together." Let's go to my hometown." "Yes." Qiuxi turned and left. Hong Jian took the scriptures and wooden beads from my hand, put them on the table, choked up and said: "Miss, I know you feel uncomfortable, if you want to cry, just cry, don't be bored in your heart, I feel uncomfortable when I see it. "Wiping her tears, she sighed, "Although the time I spend with Yanping is not very long, I can't tell how sad I am when she leaves now. People also..." After she finished speaking, tears flowed down like rain, and I looked at my heart, but I couldn't shed a single tear. I sighed: "Don't be sad, Yanping doesn't want us to feel sorry for her. She is actually the most intelligent woman, and she has a premonition..." I couldn't continue, and I was a little choked up.Thinking of Yan Ping saying that she had a physiognomy gentleman calculate it for her, life is thinner than paper, she will not live long, she might die young, she has sensed it herself, but I don't believe it. Qiu Xi fetched me the picture of walking in the snow and searching for plums left by the smoke screen, and said, "Mother, you should keep this embroidery picture first, and I have to go to work." Gently open the embroidered picture, the winter plum snow scene is lifelike, and I stand under the plum blossom in white clothes that win the snow, everything is like yesterday, I think of the night when she embroidered pictures for me, and I sighed at the window .She said that she couldn't paint me very charming, only three points would be enough, but I love the woman in the painting so much, she caught my eyes so vividly. I remember that Yanping's hand was pricked by a needle just to embroider those petals of red plums. At this time, I seem to still see the stained red blood.The blood that night gave me a feeling of uneasiness. I can’t break the strings when I play the piano, and the embroidery can’t be red. Does my sentence of youth pay foreshadow today... Hong Jian pointed to the left side of the embroidered picture, and said in surprise: "Miss, look at your poem." I looked at the poem and thought of the sighs of that night, every single word seemed to be stuck in my heart: a little bit of purity, full of vigor, a piece of dusty road, how many people climbed up and down, but who worked hard for whom, and who was let down. This poem implies whether it is me or Hongjian.Maybe she is a little pure and doesn't have much strength of character, but there is also a dusty road, how many people have been climbed, how many people have worked hard for her, and in the end, how many people will let her down?I was the one who broke her, made her work hard for me, and let her down.Thinking of this, the pain is endless. Hong Jian took the embroidered picture in my hand, and sighed: "Miss, I put this picture in a collection, it is also Yanping's love to Miss. I have been with Miss for so many years, and I am not as good as Yanping..." Her words choked up again , Tears blurred. I sighed: "Hong Jian, I have failed Yanping, and I definitely can't fail you anymore. If I can, I will do whatever it takes to make you happy." Hong Jian said gratefully: "My happiness is to follow Miss all my life and never leave her." I sighed deeply: "My whole life, I'm afraid it won't be that long." Hong Jian called sadly: "Miss..." I smiled at her: "Hong Jian, do you know? When the swordsman wanted to stab me with his sword today, I just thought so. I frowned. Even if I die, I have to kill myself. No one wants to kill me." Therefore, I will arrange my own death in the future. I will not let myself die of illness, nor will I be killed by others, and I will not let myself die of old age. I will kill myself and die by my own hands. what I want." Hong Jian sighed: "No matter how Miss dies, Hong Jian will accompany her anyway, and she will never live alone in the world." "Why are you doing this!" When the night fell, I was facing the window sill, looking at the moon, holding the blood-stained jade pendant in my hand.This jade pendant belongs to Chu Yu. I have seen it before. There are two lines of poems engraved on the warm white jade: The jade soul is born like ancient times. If you don't enter the fairyland, you may become a demon. It was Chu Yu who rescued me today. He was dressed in black among the crowd, and he held a sword, as if he was no different from those assassins.Did he become a swordsman again?Killing for a deal?This time it is not a dispute between Jianghu and Jianghu, but the assassin is the current emperor. What is he doing for?What is the power that made him pick up the sword again and kill again?Could it be that he has been possessed by a demon, or... I don't believe it, I absolutely don't believe it.Could it be that he calculated that something happened to me and came to rescue me?still?Why did he keep the jade pendant?Is it just to tell me that the one who saved me was him, or something else?A series of questions gave me a headache. Looking at the moonlight, I thought of the smoke screen again. She blocked the sword for me so resolutely, just to repay my kindness. If she is so loyal, how can I repay her kindness?Chu Yu said that if one person is saved, the other person will die. Debts in the world are always like this. In the end, whoever owes whom more. "Smoke screen," I called softly, "let me burn a stick of incense for you, and give you a little poem, so go ahead."