Chapter 9 Chapter nine

Since the old abbot passed away, the court officers and soldiers made a lot of noise, and the monk Jingyi who protected the temple, and General Huo Da went to the dangerous rock in the back mountain to settle their grievances and enmity, some monks who were afraid of troubles in Tongyun Temple all dispersed. go. Frowning all the time, full of doubts waiting to be enlightened, the middle-aged monk who thought that "Buddha" was just a piece of broken bamboo that wiped the dry shit fell into another trouble. Why is the murder knife also a living sword? Why is it not killing insects and killing life for cleaning?

He recalled the question that he had been unable to figure out. Xiaoguang is over forty years old, kind and gentle, and has no leadership skills, but he is still frail, waiting for Jingyi to come back. Along with him were several monks and two young monks aged fourteen or fifteen. Recite the "Great Compassion Mantra" to save the deceased Master Shidu. In front of the Sutra Pavilion, incense burners, lamps and candles, water purification bottles are arranged, and snow willows and plain flowers are also set up. The little novice was distracted nervously: "Master Xiaoguang, why did Master Jingyi go for a long time and still not come back?"

Shimmer looked up at the sky. The western sky is adorned with bright rosy clouds.The sun was setting too fast. Just now, he could hear the roar of the sky, and the weapons were fired.Suddenly, a black, glossy and purple goshawk fluttered its wings in fright, making a violent sound, piercing the blue sky obliquely, rushing over the overlapping peaks and flying wildly into the distance. The black eagle didn't come back. However, the surroundings are also silent. Only the meditation of chanting. The wind is getting stronger and blowing in a hurry.There seemed to be a few wild wolves howling in the forest. To be honest, it was just Songtao.

Evening is near. The dimly lit ever-burning lamp was dying to be extinguished by this blow.He opened the sleeves of his linen skirt to block the wind. He saw a figure. With the setting sun behind him, everyone couldn't see his face clearly.The setting sun is like blood, and he is also covered in blood.The cassock is facing the wind, and the temple is bathed in the afterglow. "Amitabha!" The monks all together. Only he came back alone? Is this last battle over? "Jingyi—" He took one step at a time, very heavy, reaching out his hand to stop the question.Silently advancing inwardly, the monks dare not ask any more questions.

They just whisper: "Did you start the killing ring and killed Na Huo Da?" "Yu Huoda is defeated, Jing let him go?" "General Huo is high-minded, if he loses, he would rather die by his own sword than live by stealing?" "Or if Jing Yi loses to him, Huo Da will be merciful?" "Will he let him go?" "I do not know." "If Huo Da didn't die, why didn't he show up?" "..." Later, they found Jingyi standing alone in the backyard, his mouth was sealed with a seal, and he stopped talking.He looked up at the sky, the darkness invaded, and the plain ancient temple was full of sadness.It is as quiet as Buddha statues, clay sculptures, wood carvings and stone carvings.

He is free? Or more confused? The monks dare not ask again. Suddenly, a little novice exclaimed: "Master Jingyi! What happened to your eyes?" He turned around and nodded slightly. —the blood hole.He was gone at a glance. The fire started after the third watch. At first, the flames jumped up curlingly, and I don't know what was burning, emitting blue-green flames.Strips of bright red tongues continuously emerged from the smoke and licked upwards, gradually stretched, like red silk fluttering in the air, elegant and empty. Sakyamuni, Maitreya, Avalokitesvara, Bodhisattva, Tathagata, Four Vajras, Sixteen Venerables, Five Hundred Arhats... Buddha statues are all disappearing in the fireworks.

——When you meet your father and kill your father, you meet the Buddha and kill the Buddha.Not being constrained by foreign objects, free and easy, who said it was easy? In the simple and unsophisticated Tongyun Temple, the wooden beams made the sound of thunder, like the skeleton of an old man finally falling apart.It shines all over, and goes grandly and loudly. The darkness swallowed the earth, and the sea of ​​fire swallowed the darkness in an instant. The fire is spreading rapidly, and it is more unexpected than the life of "a beauty in the morning and a bone in the evening".

On cold nights, this fire is especially warm.Jing only felt tired and happy. There is a book in the sky. See, the fire is so strong, but the water quenches it. The water is so powerful, but the earth hides it. The soil is so strong, but the wind blows it away. The wind is so strong, but the mountains block it. The mountain is so big, but people shovel it. A person is so powerful, power, position, life and death, love and hate, fame and fortune... but shake him. Power and status, life and death, love and hatred, fame and fortune... are so powerful, but time wears them away. ——Is time the strongest?

No, it is "heart". When the mind is empty, it is boundless. Jing Yi didn't say a word, and looked at the brilliant night sky with one eye. Later, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he turned and walked away. Later, it was said that someone had seen such a monk.On the snow field. It has been snowing for a season, and jade butterflies are flying all over the earth.This silver-white thick blanket is printed with his footprints.Soon, thousands of invisible wings in the void flattened them one by one. The sound of snow falling is like a rhyme. A fast horse was waiting for him in the distance.It's like receiving an old friend.

He stepped on his horse and melted into the misty ends of the earth. From the Tang Dynasty to an unknown era. The mountains and rivers are covered by a vast expanse of white, elegant and profound. Li Shimin gazed at his world and was full of ambition.It was a whim to appreciate the snow on this day, so I ordered the officials and scholars present to write poems, and ordered the painters to paint. A "silver makeup picture" has been achieved. He stamped the seal of "Yulan" on the huge picture scroll, Zhu Wen is fresh and beautiful, like bloodstains in the snow. Dangerous in his life, the pool of blood at the Xuanwu Gate had been left for a long time and dried up, leaving only a faint brown mark.

In the past winter, an edict was issued, and the former prince Li Jian was named "Xi Wang" and Qi Wang Li Yuanji was "Assassin King", and they were buried again.Li Shimin climbed to Yiqiu Gate and wept unceasingly, feeling extremely sad.Once the tears wash away, the marks are even more gone. No one mentions the past. Since the Yuan Dynasty was changed, the "Reign of Zhenguan" is the most glorious golden age in history. Under his rule, China became a prosperous and powerful empire, and the rule of arts and martial arts flourished for a while.Not only has the territory expanded to an unprecedented size, but the people of all ethnic groups in the Northwest respect him as "Heavenly Khan" and bow their heads in submission. The urban design of Heian-kyo in Japan also imitated the chessboard-like style of Chang'an City.The laws and regulations are similar, and many foreign students and academic monks come here attracted by the name. The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty unfolded here. Li Shimin is a wise king who can shake the past and change the present. Even his horses are famous through the ages——"Six Horses of Zhaoling": White Hoofed Crow, Tel Piao, Sa Lu Zi, Qing Zou, Shi Fachi, and Fist Hair. ride. He was only thirty in the year he came to the throne. Died in Zhenguan twenty-three years, fifty-two years old.It is said that the cause of death was related to the pursuit of immortality by all means, the belief in alchemists, and the consumption of many life-prolonging drugs. Life and death are fate, which is beyond his ability. During his reign, all the historical records contained great merit. Even if it's as small as this-- "On June 16th, the emperor went to the Forbidden Garden, saw locusts, caught a few of them, and prayed: 'The people rely on the crops to feed their lives, and you eat the crops, I would rather you eat my internal organs!' Raise your hands to swallow them In the stomach. The left and right attendants dissuaded: "This is a poisonous thing, and it will make your majesty sick." The emperor said: "I suffer for the people, and I am not afraid of getting sick!" He swallowed the locusts. This year, the locusts did not cause disasters. .” Throughout the Tang Dynasty, official history, unofficial history, anecdotes, folklore, and notebook novels... There is no name "Shi Yansheng" or "Huo Da".