Chapter six hundred and seventy fourth treasure elephant dead city
Zhengjingmen, back mountain.
There was a sound of sobbing, and Li Yu sighed deeply.
Feng Ziying came and brought back the news that Lin Ruhai was killed by Jia Lian and his wife.
Their original intention was simple, to seize the Lin family's property. Jia Lian hosted a banquet at Erjie You's place for a group of friends. After drinking, he vomited the truth and proudly said how much money he had made from the Lin family was more than enough to support several hundred outhouses.
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After he raised Sister You as his wife, he was originally worried, worried that the tigress in his family would know about it. Who knew that she would have great luck and be favored by the Holy Mother of Lishan, and she would be accepted as a disciple and learn skills in the mountains?
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As soon as Wang Xifeng left, Jia Lian went wild and acted without any scruples. He almost took Sister You into the house.
Lin Ruhai only gave birth to a daughter, Lin Daiyu, and had no heirs, thus effectively ending the Lin family.
Jia Lian packed up all the Lin family's property in Suzhou and took it away.
To Lin Daiyu, those family assets were insignificant. Even ten times or a hundred times would not be as good as her father's.
Li Yu looked at the sad Lin Daiyu and didn't know how to comfort her. He patted Jinlian's butt and motioned for her to come up and comfort her.
Jin Lian shook her head and gestured to Li Yu to come forward.
Li Yu had no choice but to step forward, sit down next to Lin Daiyu, pick up a pebble, and throw it into the water.
Lin Daiyu turned her head away slightly, sat on the grass with her calves in her hands, and put her face on her knees.
Li Yu looked ahead and said leisurely: "If I were your father, I definitely wouldn't want to see you like this."
Lin Daiyu raised her head and stared at Li Yu with red eyes.
Li Yu looked at her fierce and pitiful look, reached out and touched her head, and continued: "Your father is a good person. She loves her wife and dotes on her daughter. It's a pity that you all treat him so badly."
It’s not good. If he leaves early, his heart will be broken. He misses her day and night. He doesn’t worry at all and just cries miserably."
"If he saw you like this every day, he wouldn't know how sad he would be."
Lin Daiyu wiped her tears and said with a tearful voice: "I feel so uncomfortable. It would be better if I stayed with my father."
"You stay with him and he has to take care of you. How can he have time to miss his beloved."
Lin Daiyu leaned on Li Yu's shoulder, "Then what do you think I should do?"
Li Yu smiled and said: "You should cheer up, practice hard, and then go and avenge your father."
Lin Daiyu wrinkled her nose and said fiercely: "Revenge!"
She rubbed Li Yu's arm, wiped the tears from her cheek, and suddenly said: "Brother Yu, please don't die."
Li Yu looked confused. Looking at her expression, Li Yu understood instantly. In just a few years, her parents were gone. This little girl was so pitiful. He stood up and said: "I am so powerful, how could it be possible?"
Will die."
"Then you make an oath."
Li Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He raised his hands and said, "Forget it, I will swear to Xiao Daiyu. I swear that I will not die and will always accompany you when you grow up."
Looking at this scene through the freshly green willow branches, Little Golden Lotus suddenly smiled -
The clouds are dim and the road is far away. Although the land is thousands of miles away, the scenery is average.
The auspicious mist shrouds the sky, and the clear breeze sways the bright moon. The craggy distant mountains are like a big picture; the gurgling water covers the sky, splashing Qiong Yao.
Baoxiang Country was originally a relatively prosperous and peaceful small country, but now it is littered with corpses and no one has taken them away, and every ten villages are lifeless.
The wind was strong, the sun was setting in the west, and a black smoke was blown everywhere.
Out of the smoke, a white monk walked out. He pronounced the Buddha's name, and countless scarred monks stood up on the ground.
"Zen Master, the road to the West is thousands of miles away. We have been fighting for so long, but we are still spinning in circles, so slowly. How can we reach the Pure Land of the West? Even if we hit it, we still have a few percent of our strength left. If I can, I will Is the Buddha Tathagata coming?"
The monk who spoke was young, and his bare arm had a terrible gash. He was wrapped in his cassock, and blood flowed out, which was very scary.
Xuanzang reached out and brushed his arm, and the wound healed quickly. He glanced at the young monk and asked, "What's your name?"
"Back to Zen Master, my disciple's name is Huineng."
Master Shenfang beside Xuanzang said: "This is the disciple of my uncle Hongren."
Xuanzang sighed and said, "Has Master Hongren died in the battle?"
"Died in battle."
The expressions of those present were dim. There were tens of thousands of monks when they arrived, but now there were still a little more than half left. Fortunately, the Buddhist sect was large enough, and there were still monks coming from the Central Plains in a steady stream, so the total number of monks did not decrease but increased.
Xuanzang said: "The reason why we can't move forward is that the enemy dare not let us continue to the west. Otherwise, their lies will be exposed by us, the believers on the road to the West will be lost, and the evil spirits in the Pure Land will be lost. A source of power. So they fight to stop us."
"This first hurdle is the most difficult and important to break. Just like Buddhism, after awakening, everything will remain as usual. We are going through difficulties at this time. Once we take the first step, we no longer have the strength to Block the Buddha's light. My Buddha, Sakyamuni, will also return to the Pure Land and drive away evil spirits."
"We haven't made much progress, but we haven't been beaten out either. It's not us who should be worried at this time, but the demons in the Pure Land. Every drop of blood we shed is a knife stuck in their hearts."
With just these words from Xuanzang, the monks present were energized and cheered up again.
Huineng clasped his hands together and bowed: "Zen Master, when I hear what Zen Master said, my disciples are enlightened and don't dare to talk nonsense anymore."
Xuanzang nodded and said: "Let's go. Due to the harm of these evil spirits, Baoxiang Kingdom has been destroyed in name only. Let's go to the palace to see how many people are left alive."
A group of monks followed him, supporting each other and walking slowly forward. The place filled with smoke was once the royal palace of Baoxiang Kingdom.
The nine-story high pavilions are like palaces, and the tens of thousands of floors are like gold medals. The capital of Baoxiang Kingdom is a complete imitation of Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty. It can be regarded as a small Chang'an in the West. Even the streets are named after the names of the neighborhoods in Chang'an City. The king A large group of people were sent to Chang'an to observe, and then it took twenty years to build this city, which was called Baoxiang City.
Now it has long become ruins. On a pile of broken jade and burning giant trees, there stands a man with a thin waist and pointed head, a green indigo face, and white fangs. A sword hangs from his waist, and he is dressed in yellow. robe, and a fierce look in his eyes.
When he saw Xuanzang from a distance, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but he still had the courage to shout: "Xuan Zang, don't even step into the palace!"
