I'm still so majestic

Yishan prays for blessings.

Although the day was set on the nineteenth of April, it was actually the twelfth of April.

The emperor should go to the Chengguang Temple in Yishan before this day. On the sixth day of fasting and worshiping the Buddha, the ceremony of praying for blessings will be held on the seventh day. The wind and the rain are smooth, and the four seasons are peaceful.

On April [-]th, in the early morning, Yan Ji entrusted the court affairs to Fu Zhihuai, and went to Chengguang Temple in Yishan with Xie Wenzhuo himself.

Chengguang Temple is located on the top of Yishan Mountain, not far from Kyoto, and it takes half an hour to go north after leaving the city.The carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain, and Yan Ji and Xie Wenzhuo walked up the mountain path along the mountain path. After winding, they saw the majestic and magnificent temple in front of them.

Yan Ji put his hands together and bowed in front of the temple. The solemn place should be respected.

What's more, after so many lives, there are some things that have to be believed.

Entering the temple, blue stones and pine Buddha light.

The abbot in the temple knew his destiny, he stood under the pine and smiled at them, and walked forward: "Your Majesty, thank you, Tai Tuo."

Yanji and Shijishou performed the Buddhist ceremony: "Master Yiqing."

Yiqing looked at him with a gentle smile in his eyes: "I haven't seen you in a year, is your majesty still okay?"

"That's good." Yan Ji said: "It's time to pray for blessings every year, so I've been bothering you for a few days."

Yiqing shook his head, waved his hands and called his disciples to lead them to the apse.The disciples placed them in the room on the far right, and retreated after eating some fast food.

Yan Ji sat down on the couch, turned her head to look at the ancient pine outside the window, and said softly: "I like this place very much."

He was useless, his voice was very low, Xie Wenzhuo looked up and saw his side face reflected by the morning light, the corners of his eyes gleaming with cinnabar tears.

"A clean place is naturally good." Xie Wenzhuo stood beside him: "If there is a chance in the future, Your Majesty can go to Nanzhou to see it. Although it is remote, there are green mountains and green waters, peach blossoms and white bridges. Your Majesty will definitely like."

"Nanzhou..." Yan Ji lowered his eyes: "I heard from others that it is indeed a beautiful place."

Xie Wenzhuo also said the same thing in his previous life, but Yan Ji didn't wait until that day, and died of illness on the eve of his 24th birthday.

He paused with his fingers, quickly calmed down, looked at Xie Wenzhuo, and smiled: "Then it's settled, the Taifu can't break his promise."

Xie Wenzhuo's eyes stayed on the tear mole at the corner of his eye for a few seconds, and his expression was gentle: "Okay."

At night, Yan Ji had a fast meal and went to the front hall to burn incense and worship the Buddha.

At this time, the gate of the temple was closed, no pilgrims could enter, and he was the only one in the whole hall.

The scriptures were copied word by word by Yan Ji himself before. He lit incense, placed the scriptures in front of the case, looked at the magnificent Buddha statue in front of him, and clasped his hands together.

Candles flickered on the desk.

Yan Ji chanted scriptures, knelt in front of the Buddha statue, cigarette smoke wafted from the table, he closed his eyes, and slowly, many images slowly appeared in his mind.

Laughing and cursing, joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

All these years passed by like a horse watching flowers bit by bit, and then slowly stopped at the night of heavy snow and red plum blossoms. Shao He said to him in a sad and trembling voice with red eyes——

"Your Majesty... so many people are looking forward to your safety, you must be well."

In fact, Yan Ji wants to make herself better than anyone else.

He also wanted to spend his 24th birthday in peace.

But until now, he still doesn't know what the key to ending the rebirth is.

Yan Ji frowned unconsciously, everything seemed to be the same as before, if the only difference was that Fu Zhihuai was more unscrupulous, and Xie Wenzhuo's personality collapsed.

At the beginning, Yanji also suspected that they might not be people he was familiar with, and their faces had changed, but after getting along for so long, Yanji's suspicion was gradually dispelled.

Eyes and subtle movements cannot be deceived.

Yan Ji felt that his continuous rebirth should have nothing to do with the changes of Fu Zhihuai and Xie Wenzhuo.

Such a shameless thing, no matter how you look at it, doesn't seem to be the key point.

Still have to take it slowly step by step, don't be in a hurry.

Yan Ji took a deep breath and tried his best to calm his heart again. He changed the volume of scriptures and closed his eyes again.

The night is dark, and the cool breeze is gradually picking up.

The candles in the hall slowly dwindled.

There were footsteps outside the hall.

Yan Ji didn't move, he heard footsteps stop beside him, for a moment, his shoulders warmed up, he opened his eyes, Xie Wenzhuo half knelt beside him, stretched out his hand to put a cloak on him, his facial features were reflected by the candlelight , gentle and meticulous.

Yan Ji smiled: "What time is it?"

"The hour of the day." Xie Wenzhuo said, "Your Majesty has been here for an hour."

"It's not long." Yan Ji said, Xie Wenzhuo smiled, lowered his hands and carefully tied the cloak belt for him, got up and lifted the oil lamp beside him: "It's late at night, Your Majesty, let's go back."

Yan Ji nodded, and went out of the hall with Xie Wenzhuo, and returned to the meditation room.Only one lamp was lit in the meditation room, and it was dark. Yan Ji walked to the table and lowered his head, and saw a memorial on the desk, under which was a letter paper of Libai.

It was sent by Fu Zhihuai.

The booklet said that it was the news of Daqi Chaotang today, Yan Ji glanced at it, found nothing unusual, and then opened the envelope that was pressed underneath, and saw all kinds of shameful and romantic poems.

Yanji: "..."

Buddhist Pure Land, is it really okay to send this kind of thing in? !

For a while, I just felt helpless.

Yan Ji put down the letter paper, took out the clean underwear and went to take a shower at the back, and when she came out half an hour later, there was no shadow of the letter paper on the table.Xie Wenzhuo had obviously just taken a bath, and sat on the side in a heavy state of moisture. He smiled when he saw him come out, and walked forward with a cloth towel, and wiped Yan Ji's hair.

His movements are light.

Yan Ji sat on the couch, the hair on his forehead swept across his cheeks following Xie Wenzhuo's movements, itching slightly.He raised his eyes, and saw Xie Wenzhuo's face between the cloth towel and hair, with slightly raised lips and soft brows and eyes.

After about a stick of incense, the cloth towel covering his head was removed, and his vision regained clarity.Xie Wenzhuo put the cloth towel beside him, smiling gently.

Because I was away, my usual teaching was temporarily put on hold.Yan Ji was very satisfied with this, if he was allowed to listen to those shameless teachings of Long Yangxiang in the pure place of Buddhism, he would really be ashamed to face others.

He smiled: "It's getting late, Taifu should go back to rest earlier."

Xie Wenzhuo nodded, picked up the scroll, and went to the bed on the other side after turning off the lights.

Yan Ji looked at him for a while by the moonlight, feeling drowsy, and slowly closed his eyes.

The moonlight outside the window is quiet.

Day and night.

Five days passed by in a hurry.

Yanji likes to be quiet, and he doesn't go out of the meditation room except to pay respects to the Buddha. Abbot Yiqing also has the same temperament, so except for the side when he first came, Yanji hasn't seen him these days.

So on this day, when Yan Ji knelt in front of the Buddha statue and suddenly saw Abbot Yiqing, he was a little surprised.

Abbot Yiqing clasped his hands together and bowed: "Your Majesty."

Yan Ji stood up and returned the Buddha's gift: "Abbot, is there something wrong?"

"It's nothing serious, it just suddenly occurred to me that I haven't had a good talk with His Majesty in these days, so I just came to have a look."

The two went out of the palace gate together, sat down at the stone table in the temple, filled up the tea and handed it over: "The tea grown by Houshan itself is not as exquisite as the tribute tea, but it also has a special flavor. Your Majesty, try it."

Yan Ji picked up the teacup and took a sip, the tip of her tongue tasted a little bit of bitterness, and at the end there was a hint of sweetness.

The tea is good tea, but Yiqing made a special trip here, naturally not just to drink tea with Yanji.

Yan Ji looked at Yiqing, who smiled with calm eyes: "Last night, the poor monk chanted the scriptures, and saw the scriptures copied by His Majesty, and the words are so clear, His Majesty has knots in his heart."

After finishing speaking, Yiqing smiled and filled Yanji with tea again: "So, the poor monk came here this time and wanted to talk to His Majesty about cause and effect and fate."

Yanji snapped her fingers.

Yiqing took a sip of tea and opened his mouth.There was neither sadness nor joy in his eyes, and he said something in a calm and indifferent voice. Yanji listened, only feeling that something was disturbing his heart, which was very uncomfortable.

He didn't want to be stuck in a knot and couldn't get out, but things backfired.

Until Yiqing finished speaking, Yan Ji did not make a sound.

It seemed that Yiqing came here just to finish his speech, and didn't care whether Yanji was silent or not, and he didn't open his mouth after that, just drinking cups of tea with Yanji.

The sky is gradually becoming twilight.

After finishing the last cup of tea, Yiqing stood up, and at some point there was a wooden box in his hand, and he pushed it down in front of Yanji: "Tomorrow will be the blessing ceremony, and after that, I will not see you for another year. Congratulations, take advantage of the present and send them together, I hope His Majesty is safe and happy."

After finishing speaking, he smiled, clasped his hands together and saluted again, turned and left.

Yan Ji opened the wooden box, and inside was a hand-copied Buddhist scripture.He stretched out his hand to open it, and his eyes stopped at the bottom of the title page.

There is only one sentence -

All causes and effects are formed in the heart, destroyed in the heart, trapped in the heart, scattered in the heart.

Sixteen characters.

Mixed feelings.

Yan Ji looked at the line of words, and was silent for a long time, and his heart suddenly calmed down inexplicably.

He smiled, took the wooden box over, and was just about to put the Buddhist scriptures in, when his fingers touched somewhere, there was a light sound from the box body, and then the bottom was empty, and a delicately carved wooden box just fell to the ground.

Yan Ji was taken aback, bent down and picked it up.

The inside is lined with light-colored silk cloth, and on the silk cloth is placed a string of rosewood Buddhist beads, scriptures are engraved on the beads, exuding a faint fragrance.

When Yan Ji reacted, she found that she had subconsciously brought the Buddhist beads on her hand at some point. The dark red Buddhist beads lined her wrist, emitting a lustrous light in the twilight, beautiful and mysterious.

Yan Ji looked at it for a while to see if it was not taken off, reached out to touch the bracelet, and lowered her eyes.