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"The donor is very similar to my junior brother, but he is much more restrained than him."
In the quiet night, at the counter with flickering lights, the man wearing a felt hat propped up his chin and pecked his head, listening in confusion to the two people on the other side who were still talking word by word.
The monk took a sip of tea and said, "If he had acted the way he did, that Taoist priest with evil intentions would probably have died here."
"If I had acted in the past, that Taoist priest would have been dead."
Chen Yuan smiled, put down his tea cup, and talked with the monk for a long time. He probably wanted to hear and feel the extraordinary words from the other monk's words and deeds just like Zhenhai.
Unfortunately, at present, apart from the so-called compassion, there is nothing else unique about him.
However, it made Chen Yuan curious to have two brothers from the same discipline develop completely different personalities. After all, Wanfo Temple is a place of Buddhism, and it should not be like this after hearing and seeing it.
"The donor is wondering why the poor monk has such a bad temper?"
Monk Zhenkong smiled and bowed his head vertically, then poured tea and stood up: "Junior brother and the poor monk are both half-way monks. He became a monk at the age of seven or eight. His family suffered disasters, and his parents died at the hands of bandits.
... He has always had murderous intentions in his heart. The poor monk started his career before him. He was originally from the northwest of Qishan Mountain. When he left home, he was married to a wife and had a daughter. Later, my wife died of illness. He felt sad and cold, so the poor monk
He entrusted his daughter to his brother-in-law and went to commit suicide. Unexpectedly, he was rescued by a passing monk from Wanfo Temple, and he followed him to the temple to become a monk."
The monk stopped and looked at the sleepy shopkeeper over there, with no trace of sadness, anger or regret on his face.
"This is why the poor monk is completely different from his junior brother. He has anger in his heart, so his murderous intention becomes more serious. The poor monk has walked through the world of mortals, experienced suffering, and has only compassion in his heart."
"Then if I don't come today, how can master prevent the Taoist priest from harming that family?"
"Participate in Zen, talk about Buddhism, and keep disturbing me until he becomes frightened and naturally retreats."
Chen Yuan opened his mouth slightly and was stunned. To put it in a more vulgar way, he said: If you don't listen, I will haunt you until you listen.
A fellow disciple, Chen Yuan did not believe that this monk's Dharma would weaken Monk Zhenhai, but in this way, his words and deeds really matched his words.
"Kite has learned a lesson."
Although Chen Yuan didn't like this method, it was his nature, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he could be taught. He stood up and was about to hand over his hand when suddenly he felt panicked and couldn't help but look outside the inn...
Looking through the lanterns at dusk, I looked at the dark streets. Under the night, in Luodu, far to the southwest, across the Rui River, the firelight illuminated the night, and the screams of people could be heard.
The flaming arrows flew into the city like locusts, illuminating the figure climbing the city wall below.
Countless soldiers surged.
The huge battering ram knocked open the city gate, and the waiting generals and soldiers swarmed in and swung their blades into the crowd.
The figures on the city wall tumbled and fell.
The advancing army was like a wave sweeping through the streets and alleys. The former King of Qing rode on horseback and pointed at the distant imperial city with his sword, shouting filial piety.
Countless footsteps and iron hooves spread away.
…
In the palace, someone was running away. His hair was disheveled and half of his body was stained with blood. He stumbled into the study where the lights were still on.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
At this time, Emperor Gongsun Lun was walking back and forth in the study with his hands behind his hands, anxiously waiting for news. From time to time he asked his attendants: "Has my decree been sent out?"
"Your Majesty has already sent out the message, but now there are Qing... rebel troops and horses outside the four gates. It is difficult to break through and send them to the Xuanlie Army outside the city."
"Where are the Imperial City soldiers and horses? Why is there no movement?"
Gongsun Lun roared loudly. At this moment, the guards rushed from outside, pushed open the door, and knelt on the ground with disheveled hair, "Your Majesty, the rebel troops are attacking... and have entered the imperial city. Your Majesty, please leave immediately!"
"What?!"
The guard, half-body covered in blood, clasped his fists heavily and said, "The rebel forces are strong. Your Majesty, please leave the palace and move to a safe place!"
The emperor was stunned on the spot. Before he could finish listening to the words of the guard, he stumbled back a few steps and leaned against the bookcase. There was a reason why he had been trapping Qing Wang Gongsun Li in Luodu and not letting him return to his fiefdom.
He knew that King Qing had led troops to the throne a few years ago for the sake of the throne. Unfortunately, he was the first to get the throne, so he had to wait for the order and go to the north of Ruihe River to resist the Yuejie Hu people.
Instead, King Qing made friends with many military generals. After the army's triumphant return, the emperor was worried that the generals would return to the fiefdom and become powerful, so he simply kept them in Luodu, under his nose for easy surveillance. In the past few years, he has been secretly weakening him.
His military power will be returned to the fiefdom when the time is right...
Unexpectedly, he suddenly turned against her. Before that, he had never noticed that the other party had any objections!
How did he get the support of so many soldiers?
A series of questions made the emperor upset. He was not an emperor who fought on horseback. He had never even led soldiers. If we really wanted to talk about soldiers and horses, he was obviously no match for him.
"Could it be that... I have no choice but to leave?"
There was panic in the emperor's eyes, and he grabbed the eunuch who was also trembling next to him: "Where are the Taoist priests of Tianshi Mansion? Let them cast spells to help me resist the rebels!"
"Back to Your Majesty, Tianshi Mansion... all the Taoist priests have not returned yet."
“Ahhhh!
"
Gongsun Lun pushed down the desk, and the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and lamps crashed all over the floor. He stepped on the mess on the ground, roared, and with a sharp look in his eyes, he grabbed the sword hanging on the pillar and rushed out of the door.
The surrounding guards and soldiers gathered to follow and set up a defense outside the Zining Palace. The emperor stood behind them. In the distance as far as he could see, there were flames burning between the palaces, lit torches, and people's
Screaming, the collision of swords and weapons is spreading crazily towards this side.
"Seize Gongsun Lun and make him a marquis!"
"kill!"
Wuyangyang's rebel soldiers, their arms wrapped in white cloth, swept over like a tide. The panicked palace servants and maids were all running away, and were chopped down by the rebels. Seeing that they could not stop the blocking guards, they all dropped their weapons and surrendered.
.
"Hahaha... These are the soldiers I raised... This is how they repay me?!"
Waves of rebels came to fight, and waves of imperial soldiers surrendered. Outside Zining Palace, there were rebels with weapons everywhere, surrounding them. Only the guards in the palace were left.
There were eunuchs and attendants protecting Gongsun Lun.
"Brother..."
At this time, a familiar voice rang out from the rebels. The emperor raised his eyes and saw Prince Qing Gongsun Li riding out of the Wuyangyang rebels. He was surrounded by figures.
A tall military general.
small book booth
"...You can't blame these people. The soldiers and horses of the Imperial City have been pampered for a long time. They have never experienced a battle. After fighting for a while, they all surrendered."
"Gongsun Li!
"
When the emperor saw the person coming, he gritted his teeth and reached out to grab a bow from the guard next to him. Before he could draw the bow and set an arrow, with a sigh, an arrow penetrated his shoulder, and the short bow in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.
On the ground.
"I miss you for not killing me all these years, so let me tell the world that I will give up my throne to the worthy." Gongsun Li slowly lowered his horn bow and threw it to the general beside him, "You retreat to the deep palace and continue to pamper yourself. As a brother, I will protect you from death.
"
"hehe."
There was an arrow stuck in his bloody shoulder. Gongsun Lun felt the severe pain and laughed through gritted teeth. He looked at the few hundred people left around him and said, "I'll give you my seat... Haha, I'm dreaming..."
He pulled out the sword in his hand, stumbled a few steps, and looked at his brother on horseback opposite, "I will die for you to see...I will die for the world to see. You stepped on my corpse and sat on the throne. Let's see how the world sees it."
you!
!”
Amidst the hysterical roar, Gongsun Lun put the long sword in his hand against his neck and pulled hard, causing blood to spurt out instantly.
"Today you force me into the palace, you will definitely suffer this retribution in the future!"
Bang!
The sword fell to the ground, half of the emperor's body was stained with blood, and he stared at Gongsun Li, whose face was astonished, and fell down.
Almost at the same time.
In the Tianshi Mansion far in the north, the Tianshi in the quiet room felt something in his heart, and suddenly opened his eyes. For a moment of surprise, there was light shining down from the night sky.
A strong gust of wind blew into the Patriarch's Hall, overturning the spiritual tablets on all sides, spread along the corridor, and rushed straight into the quiet room.
"What?!"
Zhang Shuangbai lowered his head, and the wind directly hit his face, and his hair and beard were blown down in an instant.