The Prince and the Demon Monk [Rebirth]

On that day, the two of them studied the piano together, and talked until the clouds cleared and the snow stopped, and the moon was in the middle of the sky, Liang Chengyou felt that his thoughts were still unfinished.

After returning home, Liang Cheng waved An Xiping away, and after taking a bath, he took out the condensed incense that Yi Nian had given him. It was a small green porcelain bottle. The smell on his body is exactly the same, it has the tranquility of sandalwood, and the quietness and profoundness of Lengmei. Made of falling plums at night...

Before he knew it, a picture appeared in his mind.

Red plums and fresh snow, a monk in white, holding flowers and smiling, the world is silent...

"Your Highness...Your Highness!"

"Ah?!" Liang Cheng woke up startled.

"What's wrong with you, Your Highness?" An Xiping was puzzled, "I've been staring at a bottle for a long time, and I've been calling you for a long time."

Liang Cheng didn't know what he was hiding. He held the small porcelain bottle in his palm, put it in his sleeve, looked away, and said to him, "It's nothing. I'm thinking about tomorrow. I'm afraid this place won't be peaceful."

Sure enough, An Xiping was changed from the topic, but he glanced at Liang Cheng's sleeve from the end of his eyes, muttering in his heart that his highness disappeared for a long time, and when he came back, he was out of his mind. Germination... Bah!What was he thinking about!

An Xiping was taken aback by his own thoughts, spat hard in his heart, and said, "Yes, it's snowing heavily tonight, and just now when I went to the front hall, I heard many young novice monks saying that His Highness is the reincarnation of the Buddha. , who came here to protect Daqi, Xiping thinks so, hee hee, His Highness is a disciple of the Buddha, so that servant is a boy who spreads wealth under the seat of the Buddha."

Liang Cheng naturally didn't dare to take it seriously, pinched Xiping's chubby cheeks, and said: "What nonsense are you talking about, what a money-spreading boy, the bull's head is wrong, don't mention this again in the future."

An Xiping rolled his eyes, and said with a smile, "I'll save you, I'll just talk about it in front of His Highness." If anyone listens to me, I'll cut off his tongue, An Xiping added in his heart, stretching out his hand From the treasure box, he took out a small round wooden box with chrysanthemum patterns, unscrewed the lid, and said, "Your Highness, you need medicine on your forehead."

Liang Cheng's heart moved, and he refused: "I don't need it today, let's rest earlier."

"How can this work? It's not good to leave a scar."

Liang Cheng then said, "I'll do it myself."

An Xiping was suddenly blessed, glanced at Liang Cheng's wide sleeves, and said, "Is there a better ointment hidden in your highness's sleeve?"

Liang Cheng felt ashamed, mixed with a trace of confusion, he probably blew too much wind today, and the master gave him incense, what should he hide, so he took out the small porcelain bottle in his sleeve openly, but the corner of his mouth was slightly pursed Then, showing a twist.

"This is a scented dew made by the master himself. It removes scars and regenerates muscles. I just want to try it." After saying that, he couldn't help biting the inner flesh of his lip. He even called himself "Gu", which sounded like he was trying to cover up his guilty conscience like.

The question is... what is he guilty of? !

It must be too windy!

An Xiping just didn't realize it, and said in surprise: "But Wudu Daprajna is the successor?"

The corners of Liang Cheng's mouth could not help but curl up, "Exactly, the master is practicing in Wuxiangju, and there is only half a plum grove away from us. The master is not only profound in Buddhism, but also powerful in martial arts, and his inner strength is unfathomable. His attainments are extraordinary, his appearance is heroic, his charm is graceful, his treasure is solemn but gentle and delicate, one day you will see him, you will know what the appearance of a dragon and phoenix is, the appearance of the sky, there is such a fairy in the world!"

"..." An Xiping looked at his Highness quietly, it was the first time he had seen His Highness praise someone so much, he spoke endlessly, and when talking about the other person, his whole face lit up.

Although Zen Master Yi Nian is indeed famous all over the world, An Xiping still feels that he has a little emotion...

Liang Chengyou feels that what he said just now does not reflect one or two of the guru's spirit. He has loved studying Buddhism since he was a child. He once had a meditation session with Master Xuwo at Jiuhua Peak. He once read the annotations of the day and deeply worshiped the guru I have admired him for a long time for his great wisdom, and now I can see him, and I am fortunate enough to sit on the piano and talk about Buddhism, and I am also given the number and incense by the master. Muai.

The Buddha said that the three poisons of the human heart are greed, hatred and ignorance. He still doesn't know that in his heart, there is already one poison, which gives birth to ignorance and obsession...

An Xiping stared at Liang Cheng resentfully, and praised Zen Master Yi Nian without saying a word.

Liang Cheng also probably sensed that he was losing his composure, so he stopped talking, handed the small porcelain bottle to An Xiping, coughed, and said, "It's getting late, you paint it on for me, let's rest early."

An Xiping opened the cap of the bottle, put it under his nose, smelled it carefully, and after confirming that it was not poisonous, he poured a drop into his palm, the fragrant dew was crimson with a hint of brown, clear but not disappearing, it was a good thing.

After the fragrant dew was warmed in the palm of his hand, he pressed the wound on Liang Cheng's forehead and rubbed it lightly. Liang Cheng leaned on the bed, raised his neck, revealing a beautiful white line, and closed his eyes, revealing a A pleasant smile.

An Xiping turned his eyes away, and massaged Liang Cheng without distraction...

Before he knew it, Liang Cheng fell into a deep sleep under the slow and comfortable massage. An Xiping moved his hand away after he was sure that Liang Cheng's breath was no longer fluctuating, and stared at the small porcelain bottle beside him. He was cold, until Liang Cheng faltered in his dream, then put away his expression, gently picked up Liang Cheng, lifted the weight lightly, walked gracefully, and moved it to the bedside in a moment, as if placing the most precious but most fragile treasure in the world, releasing people. Into the soft sheet, not a corner, covered with a thick quilt without a stitch of flowers.

But Liang Cheng didn't feel any discomfort at all, and didn't realize that he had been changed, and continued to sleep soundly.

On the second day, the person who announced the decree came to the palace. Liang Cheng took the decree, and after An Xiping sent the man away, he said to the joyful An Xiping, "From now on, Ke can no longer call me Your Highness."

"Yes," An Xi folded his hands together and bowed, "I have met Mr. Guoshi."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and looked at Liang Cheng with a smile, "Master, please give me a number."

Liang Cheng knocked An Xiping on the head with the imperial decree, and said with a smile: "Okay, how about I give you glutinous rice balls?"

An Xiping's round face wrinkled, and he said in mourning, "It's not as good as Xiping."

"Hahaha." Liang Cheng couldn't help laughing with his head raised.

Now, all the dust has settled, Liang Cheng feels at ease physically and mentally, all the lumps in his heart are removed, he is very happy.

That day, all the guards who had been guarding the Daxiangguo Temple were withdrawn, and Liang Cheng only left An Xiping and Liuyun Feiyue. The abbot saw that there was no one to sweep the courtyard in Guizhen Residence, so he arranged for two young novice monks, one named Chongjue, One is Chongming, both are about fourteen or fifteen years old.

Just in case, Liang Cheng also asked Liu Yunfeiyue to investigate the past of the two of them, Chongming was an orphan adopted by the monastery because of his good qualifications, but Chongjue only entered when he was five years old. temple.

Chongjue's family was originally an ordinary businessman. When he was 5 years old, when his family was moving, he was robbed by mountain bandits. No one survived. He was the only one who didn't deserve to die. , received in Daxiangguo Temple.

Because of this reason, Liang Cheng couldn't help paying more attention to Chongjue.