The story a year ago... Xu Qi'an's mood changed from disappointment to excitement. There is no doubt that Hengyuan's so-called story is mostly the story of Heng Hui and Princess Pingyang.

What happened to the two of them is the key to solving the Sangbo case. So far, the demon clan has not appeared, and only one Henghui is making trouble with the help of sealed objects. This has to make people ponder, what on earth do the remnants of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom want to do?

Carry out sabotage? So far, there has only been one case of massacre of the Pingyuan Bo Mansion, which had a great impact, but the actual damage was not great. But Henghui can completely kill everyone without hesitation and cause heavy casualties to the capital.

But he didn't do that.

Sealed artifact? If the target was just a sealed artifact, then Henghui should have left the capital long ago.

"The case between Monk Henghui and Princess Pingyang has so far taken over the Sangbo case... I always feel that the people behind it are deliberately exposing Henghui to the sun..."

Yang Yan tapped the tip of his spear lightly, and the Qi machine crushed Monk Hengyuan's sleeves. A pair of muscular arms contained powerful power, but they were definitely not monsters.

"Heng Hui is indeed dead. He died a year ago. The only survivors are the walking corpses. He has been freed. This is not a conspiracy." Hengyuan looked at his junior brother who was close at hand, and there seemed to be dark clouds gathering in his eyes.

.

After a while, the clouds in Hengyuan's eyes collapsed, and the past poured down like heavy rain.

.....

Henghui was sent to Qinglong Temple by his parents when he was six years old. He was a child with spiritual energy in his eyes. He was immediately attracted by the abbot Panshu monk and accepted him as his disciple.

Heng Hui's enlightenment was completed by sitting down with his senior brother Hengyuan. This senior brother, who was burly and bitter in appearance, taught him how to read and write, how to meditate and chant sutras, and he also taught him the principles of life.

He respects and loves this senior brother like a father.

Years passed in the blink of an eye, and the clever little monk grew up into a handsome monk. He originally thought that like his master and senior brother, he would spend his time in the lantern of the ancient Buddha.

Until one day, he met a girl...

It was a sunny spring, and he was doing laundry in the stream. He saw a handkerchief falling along the stream. He subconsciously picked it up, and then a voice as clear as an oriole came to his ears:

"Master, that is my handkerchief, can you return it to me?"

Heng Hui raised her sight and saw a slim woman standing by the bluestone upstream. She was wearing a long dress with lotus color and combed her long hair like a girl who had not left the pavilion.

Eye.

"The female donor...is a pilgrim in the temple?"

"Why, if I say I'm not a pilgrim, aren't you going to return my handkerchief?" She pinched her waist, pretending to be coquettish.

"No, no, the young monk just thought the female donor was unfamiliar." He explained while holding the handkerchief with both hands.

"Humph, all you do is lower your head and do things and chant sutras every day. There are no pilgrims in your eyes."

"How does the female donor know?"

"Because I have been paying attention to you for a long time."

They met for the first time on a bright spring afternoon with a gurgling stream.

The acquaintance and understanding of each other is a natural process.

When Heng Hui was meditating, the girl stayed by her side, passing the time by looking at the forbidden books she kept privately in her boudoir, or gently fanning herself, holding her chin, and looking at Heng Hui's focused face in a daze.

Occasionally, he would tease him with dogtail grass so that he could not concentrate on meditating, which annoyed Monk Jun. He said angrily: If you are like this, the little monk will go into seclusion.

She always sticks out her tongue and apologizes without sincerity.

Sometimes we would go on a mountain tour together. The scenery of Baifeng Mountain was beautiful. When spring came, the mountains and fields were covered with blooming flowers. She smiled among the bushes, and she couldn't tell whether it was the flowers or the people who were more beautiful.

Gradually, rumors about the two of them spread among the monks of Qinglong Temple, saying that his six roots were not purified, he had broken the sexual precepts, and he was a lecherous monk.

Master placed a tree in front of the Buddha sculpture and asked him three questions: whether he was still devoted to the Buddha; whether he was interested in the woman; and whether he wanted to return to secular life.

He firmly said that he was still devout to the Buddha; he had no interest in women; he would always be with the Buddha and would not return to secular life.

In this regard, the abbot had only one request: stop talking to her.

As for why he stopped seeing her and refused to let her enter the temple, Heng Hui later found out that it was not that the abbot didn't want to, but that he couldn't do it.

She is the princess of Pingyang County and the legitimate daughter of Prince Yu.

From that day on, Heng Hui no longer paid attention to her. Whenever she came, he would close his eyes and meditate, indifferent to her teasing and pranks.

She comes every day with full expectations and leaves disappointed and lonely.

"Monk, does this flower look good? It matches me very well."

"..."

"Monk, how about I play the piano for you to listen to? I brought it from home specially."

"..."

"Monk, I'm dizzy and uncomfortable. Don't you care about me?"

"...."

"Monk, do you have to tuck yourself into loneliness?"

"..."

She finally stopped coming, and did not set foot in Qinglong Temple for a month in a row. She completely withdrew from his life, as if she had never existed.

I can continue to accompany the Buddha without anyone disturbing him... He breathed a sigh of relief and felt that his sincerity had moved the Buddha.

One day, she came again, looking lost, with a thin face and a haggard look.

"Monk, I'm getting married."

For some reason, the beads were scattered all over the place.

At that time, King Yu was at a critical moment and was serving as Minister of War. With the support of nobles, he was expected to enter the cabinet.

Xungui, the example of a clan serving as chief assistant is not uncommon in this dynasty. Throughout the six hundred years of history, there are five people who have served as chief assistant.

For the declining Xungui Group, King Yu's rise gave them hope and encouraged him to keep moving forward.

Prince Yu, who was at the center of the storm, arranged a marriage for Princess Pingyang, not only to find a good home for his daughter, but also to try to gain more support through marriage.

"Monk, are you willing to elope with me?"

"....good."

Heng Hui agreed. He finally saw his heart clearly and chose to face the true self.

They began to plan for an elopement. Princess Pingyang was accompanied by guards when she came in and out. If she disappeared for more than half an hour, the guards would search the mountain. Soon after, the news would be sent back to Prince Yu's palace.

Therefore, if they want to elope successfully, they need a magic weapon that can shield the breath to avoid being hunted by Si Tianjian Warlock.

Finally, we need a channel that can prepare new household registrations for them and help them leave the capital.

For this reason, Princess Pingyang found a trustworthy friend, hoping that he could help her.

...

"He is the legitimate son of Uncle Pingyuan. That friend is the legitimate son of Uncle Pingyuan?!" Xu Qian said in a deep voice, interrupting Hengyuan's story.

All of this suddenly became clear. Uncle Pingyuan controlled a Yazi organization, which was best at forging identities and smuggling people across the country. Even though Princess Pingyang didn’t know about the existence of the Yazi organization, the two families were fairly close family friends and knew some about Pingyuan.

The uncle's methods are also reasonable.

King Yu once said that Uncle Ping Yuan had flirtations with civil servants, and he was gradually drifting away from the Xungui Group. Uncle Ping Yuan definitely had the motive to harm Ping Yang.

This also led to the subsequent massacre of the Pingyuan Household... I just don’t know what role the Ministry of War Shangshu House played in it... Xu Qi’an looked at No. 6 Hengyuan and said to himself, you just know that they have

Were you convinced that they were abducted after contacting the Yazi organization?

Under the gaze of everyone, he did not dare to ask.

After listening to Xu Qi'an's words, several Jin Luo looked at Hengyuan with questioning eyes.

"Yes," Hengyuan nodded lightly: "The simple-minded Princess Pingyang has no idea of ​​the complexity of the situation in the court, let alone the viciousness of people's hearts. A girl who is inexperienced in the world, a monk who chants sutras and chants Buddha, before they decide

From the moment of the elopement, the tragic outcome was already doomed."

"At that time, Ping Yuanbo and the Xungui Group had long been estranged from each other. After he learned about the incident through his son, he immediately discussed the matter with Zhang Feng, the minister of the Ministry of War, and Sun Mingzhong from the Ministry of Household Affairs, and worked out a plan to send Princess Pingyang out of the capital.

, thereby defeating King Yu’s plan.”

"Where is Princess Pingyang now?" Jiang Lvzhong said in a deep voice.

Hengyuan didn't seem to hear, and continued: "People's hearts are like snakes and scorpions. After sending people out of the capital, Ping Yuanbo's legitimate son, together with Sun Mingzhong and Zhang Feng, the minister of the Ministry of War, wanted to deal with him on the way.

Princess Pingyang committed violence.

"The two resisted desperately, but in the end one was killed and the other swallowed a hairpin and committed suicide. In order to cover up the crime, they buried the bodies of Princess Henghui and Princess Pingyang in the barren mountains, along with the magical weapon that blocked the breath.

"The outside world only knows that Princess Pingyang disappeared for no reason. Even if Qinglong Temple is found, they will only think that the two eloped. Who would have thought that they died a year ago."

Princess Pingyang is dead... The golden gongs looked at each other silently, their faces terrifyingly solemn.

Princess Pingyang was the legitimate daughter of Prince Yu and niece of Emperor Yuan Jing. Killing the princess was a grave crime that would destroy three clans.

Nangong Qianrou held the handle of the knife and squinted: "Since Henghui is dead, why does he appear here a year later?"

This is also the doubt in everyone's mind.

Death is like a lamp going out, and there is no possibility of resurrection.

"He is already dead." Hengyuan said something that no one could understand.
To be continued...