Chapter 896: When those wild flowers bloom (Part 1)
The girl in white looked at the sea, stretched out her hand to grab a handful of seawater, and slowly flowed it in her palm. But the strange thing was that no matter how it flowed, the seawater would not flow out of her palm.
"Chen Che, you have caused quite a stir. You should have settled it as soon as you can. I don't believe that you have been the emperor for so many years and you still don't know how to get the best result?"
The girl in white looked at Emperor Liang in front of her with some dissatisfaction.
Emperor Liang smiled calmly and said, "I'm not your nephew. Of course you can stand and talk without backache. Of course, it would be good to simply clean up Gu Yue Peak and then ask Qiuling Mountain for some things, but Chen Chao may not think it is good."
, and I am not such a person. Being an emperor is something I do reluctantly. If I could choose, of course I would be a vassal king who rides on horseback and hunts every day. After hunting, I go home to see my wife, and occasionally go shopping with my wife.
, if she encounters a blind person on the street who provokes her, then don’t say anything first, beat her up and then talk about it. As for the daughter-in-law’s complaints later, those blind guys in Shendu want to take advantage of me, it’s okay. I don’t
Forget it if you go to the capital of gods. If you go to the capital of gods, then beat up those guys who dare to join me. Of course, they will definitely be fined and grounded, so it doesn't matter."
The girl in white tutted her tongue and said, "Okay, okay, it's mainly about doing whatever you want, right?"
Emperor Liang smiled and said, "It's not that my nephew has never suffered before, but that was before I knew it. Later I found out, how could I ever let him suffer once? I left such a big mess for this little guy to bear.
It's not easy at all. He did a good job and I don't feel guilty anymore. He was wronged and I was wronged too. I finally left that chair. I can't just do something according to my heart. It's not in vain.
Already?"
The girl in white twitched her lips, "Okay, okay, Chen Che, after all, I have been an emperor, I can't speak to you."
"When I was the emperor, I really rarely spoke."
Emperor Liang smiled and was not prepared to explain. Among all the emperors in the past, there was probably no one who did more with his hands than with his words.
After sitting on the dragon throne for more than ten years, more than one courtier was killed in front of the imperial city. How could any other emperor have done this?
However, the Emperor of Liang didn't care about means, he just focused on governing the country, so he should be pretty good anyway.
At least in the past ten years or so, the people of the Liang Dynasty have become energetic, and their backbone is slowly straightening up.
Keeping the people fed and clothed may be the pursuit of ordinary emperors, but for Emperor Liang, it was not enough.
"Your matter has made a big fuss. The sects on the south side of the mountain know about it, and the sects on the north side also know about it."
The girl in white covered her forehead, feeling a headache.
As a result, she saw the culprit, the man who was covered in injuries at the moment, just looking at her with a smile, "Then what?"
"The result is that I originally planned to give you a chance to go back and have a look, but from now on, you can't go back."
Emperor Liang raised his eyebrows.
The girl in white knew what he was thinking, and said to herself, "You can't go back, and they can't go over. This is the rule I just made with some people at sea."
Emperor Liang asked, "What if someone doesn't follow the rules?"
The girl in white said angrily, "Beat me and pull me down."
Emperor Liang nodded, saying it this way makes some sense and rules.
The girl in white frowned and said, "Don't be so impulsive in the future. These people are not what we have to deal with."
Emperor Liang smiled and said, "No guarantee."
The girl in white said angrily, "Chen Che, if you ruin my big business, I will kill Chen Chao first!"
Emperor Liang glanced at the girl in white and said nonchalantly, "If you want to kill him, then I will ruin your business."
"you……"
The girl in white was so angry that she was choked by Emperor Liang's words and was speechless.
Emperor Liang said, "You always like to come up with something for people to choose from, but I am never willing to choose. I always want it."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Chen Che, how great do you think you are? Do you think you can definitely achieve whatever you want to achieve in this world?"
The girl in white gritted her teeth and looked at the guy in front of her, suddenly regretting why she chose him in the first place.
That little monk was afraid of death, but he was also obedient.
But he does not have the Emperor Liang in front of him.
Suitable.
“Always have to try it.”
Emperor Liang smiled, there are many things, if you don't try them, how will you know if they don't work, just like what the woman told him back then.
"If Your Highness doesn't give it a try, how will you know that you can't be the emperor?"
Emperor Liang thought of this and looked towards the sea. The emotion in his eyes dissipated and became very soft, like a wisp of spring breeze blowing on the sea.
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Luming Temple, a place open to pilgrims in the previous life, is still full of incense. It is said that the incense ash glazed glass here at Luming Temple is now not only in Bailu Prefecture, but even people from several neighboring states come from afar to ask for it.
Get the incense ash.
However, this also shows that after the Chen Dynasty took the position of garrison envoy, the garrison envoys took on a new look, and a lot of efforts were made to eliminate the monsters in Daliang Kingdom. Although it has not yet reached the so-called clearing of Haiyanhehe.
In comparison, today's Daliang Dynasty and Jiuzhou land have at least one-third fewer monsters.
Otherwise, people will have to think carefully even if they leave a prefecture or county, let alone going across state lines.
The real temple of Luming Temple is as quiet as ever. The monks walking in the temple seem to make no sound.
There happened to be a light rain today. The raindrops first fell onto the green tiles. The two collided and made some crisp sounds, which was a bit pleasant. Then the rainwater flowed along the ravines between the green tiles on the roof to the eaves, and then dripped down.
, the sound of hitting the bluestone paved ground is also very nice.
But even so, a temple still seems so quiet.
A monk in black walked through the drizzle. When he was about to pass a long corridor, he walked a few steps forward and came to the long corridor. Then he stopped and reached out to catch some raindrops dripping from the eaves, but there were no traces of them.
What kind of literati are so sad for spring and autumn, but stretch out their hands to wash away the yellow mud on their hands with the rain.
After washing them clean, the monk looked down at the mud on his shoes. He simply took them off and threw them here. Then he walked forward slowly, but after walking a few steps, he felt disgusted that the monk's robes were wet by the rain.
, a little wet, I thought for a while, turned back, put on my shoes again, and started walking towards the back mountain.
The small temple on the hillside of the back mountain has always looked quaint and dilapidated, but perhaps because the old monk was in the temple, it didn't leak from the rain.
The black-robed monk walked in and sat down on the threshold, not caring whether he had picked up some dirt on his soles.
The small temple is not big and is already dark. With today's light rain, the sky is not bright enough. He is sitting on the threshold now, which is equivalent to blocking out the light of the entire small temple.
The old monk in the temple raised his eyelids and glanced in front of him, and then lit the candles in the small temple on his own.
But even so, the lights in the small temple are still very dim, giving it a feeling of sunset.
The monk in black glanced at the lit candle and said in surprise, "Do you still care about this?"
Although he said this, the monk in black had no idea of getting up, but just sat on the threshold.
The old monk opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the black-robed monk in front of him. After a long time, he finally said, "You...have seen the one with the sword. He has also crossed the threshold."
The monk in black smiled and said, "Then don't I still have to thank you? If it weren't for you, would he have been able to realize that sword?"
Before going to the divine capital, the head of the Sword Sect had visited Luming Temple. If the old monk hadn't helped him, he might not have been able to understand that sword.
The old monk was noncommittal.
The monk in black scratched his bald head, as if he was remembering something, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
The old monk said, "Since you have already figured it out and made a decision, why do you come to me?"
The old monk's vicissitudes of voice sounded, "Since you don't think you are him, then I have nothing to do with you."
The monk in black scratched his bald head, thought for a while, and said, "I always feel that I have something to do with him, so I came to say goodbye to you on his behalf."
The old monk remained silent.
The monk in black thought for a while and couldn't help but ask
He said, "Depending on his realm, if he deliberately arranges it, can it be easy for people to find his afterlife?"
The man in the black-clothed monk's mouth is naturally the black-clothed monk who became the national preceptor as a monk. He is the most famous black-clothed monk in the world.
The old monk glanced at the person in front of him and did not speak in a hurry. After a long time, he said, "When a person dies, his soul goes through three disasters and nine tribulations. At this stage, 80% of people will not survive the next life, and the remaining 20%, even if
There is no trace of reincarnation, and in fact, I can’t find any evidence on you that you are who he was back then."
"But it's strange. Your temperament and preferences are the same as his back then."
"If it's a coincidence, it's probably not such a coincidence. Maybe you can find a few people with the same temperament and preferences in the world, but they happen to be in Luming Temple..."
The old monk looked at this young monk who didn't know how many years younger than him, and murmured softly, "In my life, I have met many amazingly talented people. When it comes to talent in cultivation, he is not good enough. When it comes to understanding,
Although he is good, he is just mediocre, but when it comes to wisdom and insight into the world, I have never met another person." .??.
How to let a local vassal king successfully capture a dynasty? If it were someone else and there were other means, it might not be that difficult.
But back then, the Emperor of Liang had only a few things in his hands. It would have been extremely difficult for him to successfully enter the divine capital without allowing Fang Wai to interfere. Because of his infatuated view at that time, he could see
Clearly, a deposed emperor sitting on the dragon throne would be a better choice than the Liang Emperor.
It takes a lot of effort, a lot of time, a lot of weighing, and a lot of planning. It's not an easy task.
What happened at that time was actually simple for an old monk like him to do. It was not difficult to kill all the way and change the ruler of a dynasty, but what if he didn't have the cultivation level?
Over the years, the old monk has not thought about anything. Sometimes when he is bored, he will deduce the matter and put himself in the position of the black-clothed monk. He can't do it no matter what.
So he had to admire the monk who was much younger than him. It was also at that time that he began not to regard himself as half of his master.
The monk in black suddenly stood up and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if it's him or not. I will still have three bowls of rice tomorrow, not one more bowl."
The old monk looked at the black-robed monk in front of him, with some special emotions in his eyes. It was as if at this moment, he was seeing the young monk again, and the same was true. It seemed that he had no worries in his heart.
The things in front of him seem to be done if he wants to do them. If he doesn't want to do them, he just doesn't do them. He doesn't care about them or overthinks them.
After saying this, the monk in black stood up, turned around and left the small temple.
The old monk didn't say anything to stop him, but just watched the black-robed monk leave, his two white eyebrows waving slowly.
A small temple, with people inside and people outside.
One person may never leave the small temple in this life, and one person may never return in this life.
The monk in black returned to Bailu Temple from the small temple on the mountainside, and then went to the Zen room to change into a clean monk's robe, which was still black.
Then he entered the Mahavira Palace.
In the Main Hall here, there are some monks who are quite young, either with white eyebrows or with old faces. They are standing quietly on both sides. The last one on both sides is the abbot of Luming Temple, Master Pingdu.
Among the great monks in this world, the leader of the Sword Sect is now unparalleled. The former Wu Hao Zhenren was also extremely brilliant. The Emperor of Liang suppressed the world with his body. Although the president of the academy is inferior, he is still famous.
But it seems that only this Buddhist head, the abbot of Luming Temple, is too unknown.
In these years, he has almost never taken action and almost never walked around the world to do any big things.
In fact, only a few highly respected monks in Buddhism will know how advanced this monk is in Buddhism.
As for those who don't know how to fight, although they may not be as good as a few people, they won't be looked down upon by others.
The monk in black scratched his bald head, looked at the old monk Pingdu over there, and said with a smile, "Uncle Master, I think if you are fine, you really need to go outside and look at these statues every day.
Buddhism can be high, but how can it be higher?"
The old monk Pingdu was not in a hurry to speak, he just smiled
He looked at the black-clothed monk in front of him. In fact, this monk had only been in Luming Temple for more than 20 years. He shouldn't have called him uncle according to his seniority, but because of that well-known reason, everyone agreed that he would.
It was the other person, so I accepted his shouting by default.
If others mentioned this kind of thing, the old monk Pingdu would probably not take it seriously. After all, his Dharma is indeed very high. There is probably no other person in the world who can compare with him. But when the black-robed monk in front of him mentioned this matter,
He was still willing to think about it.
"The one with the sword has already broken through. Yun Jianyue, who came later, is about to catch up. As for that, uncle, you can see it clearly. If you don't do anything anymore, then..."
At this point, the black-clothed monk stopped abruptly, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, my uncle knows his path very well. As a junior, I won't say more."
The old monk Pingdu didn't worry too much, he just asked softly, "Have you thought about it? Don't think about it anymore?"
Although he knew that this was a redundant step and a redundant question, he still wanted to ask for some reason, probably because he was reluctant to do so.
"I don't think so anymore, Uncle Master. Based on your understanding of us, will we change our minds?"
The monk in black used the word "we".
The old monk Pingdu didn't say anything, just sighed, then took a few steps, took a willow branch from a monk beside him, dipped some water in it, and gently brushed it over the head of the monk in black.
Then he handed the willow branch to the monk in black and said with a smile, "After you step out of this main hall today, you will no longer be a monk of Luming Temple."
Expelled from the temple?
No, just returning to the secular world.
In fact, they all mean the same thing.
They have nothing to do with each other since then.
The monk in black smiled and said nothing.
The old monk Pingdu couldn't help but said again, "I've already walked through it once, and want to see the scenery I've seen again?"
The monk in black shook his head and said, "I don't want to say whether it is the road I have walked or the scenery I have seen. This time it is different."
The old monk Pingdu remained silent.
The monk in black turned around and came to the threshold. He stepped out with one foot but before the other foot stepped out.
The old monk Pingdu shouted from behind, "Huixuan, take care!"
"I won't call you by this name anymore." The monk in black didn't turn around, he just waved his hand.
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Infatuated view.
Yun Jianyue, who was dressed in a dark red Taoist robe, turned pale and slowly came to the back mountain.
We arrived in front of the most remote caves in the back mountain.
There are overgrown vegetation here, and the entrances of some caves have long been blocked by weeds. Even if you look carefully, it is difficult to tell whether it is a cave or not.
The concept of infatuated mind is rich in foundation. Almost every once in a while, someone will appear, and there will be no interruption. However, when these Taoists reach such a state, only some of them can walk in the world and leave their names in the world, and there are more people.
Then you will choose to retreat, and then whether you will break through the realm, or whether you will die or disappear, in fact, even if you look at yourself with infatuated mind, not many people know about it.
Yun Jianyue appeared here at this moment, looking at the caves that either had some faint breath coming out, or had no breath at all.
After taking a deep breath, Yun Jianyue said softly, "Seniors, since you didn't care about the things in the contemplation or the things in the world in the past, you can just concentrate on practicing. There are disciples in the things in the contemplation and the things in the world."
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The Demon King’s City.
In that Wutong Palace, Xilu sat cross-legged under the Wutong tree, his face pale.
The injuries suffered that day have not fully recovered to this day.
The flying sword named Lou Wai Qiu was inserted at his side, and there happened to be a fallen leaf resting on the hilt.
Xi Lu opened his eyes slightly and looked at the sycamore leaf.
In an instant, a sword energy suddenly emerged and cut it directly.
There was already a lot of sword energy in that flying sword, but the sword energy at this moment did not overflow from the flying sword.
From another place.
Xilu's eyes returned to pure white.
"The next chapter is the end of this volume. Please be patient and I will post it tomorrow."