minister wants to kill the king

Who is Shi Qing?He is the number one eminent monk of the Buddhist generation in Huguo Temple. It is rumored that he was born with a Buddha bone that can pass through Yin and Yang. He was adopted by Master Faming, the abbot of Huguo Temple since he was a child. Light, the monk with the highest cultivation.

Shi Qing still remembers when he met this ghost in front of him this morning.

He entered the palace early this morning, routinely speaking scriptures and praying for the palace, but he met this ghost on the way.

The ghost should have been waiting for him on a special trip. When he passed by, the ghost suddenly appeared and asked him rather arrogantly, "Master, do you want to cast down demons?"

At that time, the ghost was full of evil spirits, his entire eye sockets turned crimson, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura, and he was about to be possessed by demons.

Shi Qing recited the Sutra of Purifying the Heart once, put a palm on his chest and performed the Buddhist ritual, and answered him, "The relationship between the benefactor and the world is not exhausted."

So the ghost followed him for a day, constantly asking him if he could kill him, and sometimes when he suddenly got angry, he mocked him and said that he was worthless and had no ability.

"Let me be a wronged soul in the palace, are you afraid that one day I will be unhappy and kill your emperor?" Xue Lang smiled viciously and kept prodding him.

Shi Qing didn't answer, just looked up at him with eyes that knew everything.

Xue Lang: "" Well, it really can't.

"You don't pay attention to reincarnation and cause and effect, why can't you let me reincarnate?!" Xue Lang was angry, "Your Sakyamuni can save all sentient beings, why can't you just save me!"

Shi Qing stared at him with deep black eyes, "The benefactor came from another world, he did not enter the six realms, he did not enter the cycle of reincarnation, and he has deep obsessions. Please forgive Shi Qing for being helpless."

From another world

Xue Lang took a deep breath, and suddenly his mind became much clearer.

"I don't know that I should have come from ten years later," Xue Lang murmured.

"I was killed by him and died with innocence, and now I'm allowed to watch history repeat itself, but I can't change it." Xue Lang said in a low voice, and suddenly sneered: "But I don't know what God means."

"Shiqing, is there a way for you to let me leave the palace?"

Shi Qing frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled.

"You can't kill him, and you can't kill me, so why don't I be pure if I don't see it?"

Shi Qing shook his head slowly.

Xue Lang was going to piss him off, this bald donkey didn't know what to do, he couldn't do this, he couldn't do that, how did he become an eminent monk?He's just a bluffing swindler!

"The benefactor's obsession is in the palace, so naturally he can't get out. Why don't the benefactor try to let go of his obsession? There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, only when you turn back to the shore and let go of the front edge, the benefactor can re-enter reincarnation." Shi Qing said in a profound manner.

"How could I not hate him?" Xue Lang pulled the corners of his lips, and his blade-like eyes were filled with coldness, "As long as there is any way to kill him, even if I try to kill him, I will make him feel bad. "

Shi Qing frowned.

Xue Lang was too lazy to listen to the fart of this bald donkey who knew nothing, so he strode out the door and walked away.

Then he heard the bald donkey behind him say: "The poor monk has been here for the past few days, and the benefactor can come often."

Come on!

The next day.

It has been snowing for several days, and the weather finally cleared up. The sun seemed to cover the new snow with a layer of gold powder. The new snow had just melted, and the weather was actually colder than yesterday.

After being taught a lesson by the emperor, Feng Su arrived at the Chongwen Museum early in the morning.

Seeing him coming in, Feng Yan just gave him a sideways glance, but didn't make any more cynicism, and Feng Rongjin also unexpectedly stopped.Whenever the emperor calls to teach her a lesson, Feng Yan will be quite obedient for the next few days, making people feel much cleaner.

Young Fu drooped his eyelids, "Mr. Xue, please answer the question just now."

Young Xue Lang: ""

Seeing the young Xue Lang standing up without saying a word, Shao Fu said empathetically, "Young Master Xue can speak freely, you don't have to worry about it."

From the corner of her eyes, Feng Su saw Xue Lang only looking at herself, wondering what he was looking at me for.When meeting the bewildered eyes of the young Xue Lang, Feng Su suddenly understood——

Xue Lang didn't understand what Shao Fu was asking at all.

Feng Yan looked gloating, and secretly winked at her companion Song Linchuan.

Song Linchuan raised his hand comprehendingly, and Shao Fu said, "What's your opinion, Mr. Song?"

Song Linchuan stood up, straightened his back, and began to talk about his opinions with a calm demeanor, Shao Fu kept nodding.Feng Yan raised her eyebrows slightly, and glanced at Feng Su in protest.

Feng Su: ""

The young Xue Lang also showed embarrassment, the tall and tall boy looked at Feng Su shyly and timidly like a little girl who had done something wrong.

Feng Su: "???"

Later, Shaofu taught to make a fuss, Song Linchuan took the Duan inkstone to grind ink for Feng Yan, the young Xue Lang imitated the example, and also took the ink block and grinded it on the Duan inkstone. "With a sound, the Hui ink with the golden edge was broken in two from the middle.

The ink splashed, and "paji" splashed onto the paper that Feng Su was about to write.

Feng Su's nib paused: ""

Young Xue Lang: ""

There was a "puchi" mocking from the side.

After class, Feng Rongjin pestered Feng Su to ask what, Song Linchuan took the opportunity to come over and talk to the young Xue Lang, "Brother Xue?" Song Linchuan smiled and said, "What books does Brother Xue usually read?"

The young Xue Lang glanced at him. His brows and eyes were already profound, and his blade-like eyes swept over, making Song Linchuan's smile froze.The young Xue Lang said inexplicably: "I have only read the thousand-character essay."

The corner of Song Linchuan's mouth twitched, "Yes, is it? Hahaha, what hobbies does Brother Xue have? What are you good at?"

The teenager Xue Lang shook his head. His mother died when he was young, and he only vaguely remembered that when he was a child, his mother would hold his hand, point to the book, and teach him the thousand-character Chinese word by word in a not-so-standard Chinese dialect.

Mother would often tell him about the grasslands, where the grasslands are vast and full of cattle and sheep.She held Xiao Xue Lang's hand, sat on the threshold, and wrote strokes on the ground with a wooden stick.

Mother said, this is your name.

Ruoluo Jinwu.

My mother said, may you grow into a man who shines like the sun in the future.

Soon, my mother died of illness one winter night, and the servants rolled up her body and buried her hastily in a thin coffin.The mistress didn't like her biological father not to love her. She was originally the son of an inconspicuous concubine, and she was from a different race. Xue Lang's status in the Shangshu Mansion was soon equal to that of a servant. Hollow Man.

Once he tried to run out, but he couldn't even get out of the city without an identity document. His conspicuous appearance made him quickly arrested and beaten again.

He originally thought that his whole life would end like this in the high-walled courtyard of the Xue Mansion, until he met Feng Su.

That day was sunny, Feng Su pointed at him who was beaten half to death, with a slight smile on his lips, "Why don't you let him be my reading companion."

At that time, Xue Lang thought that Feng Su was the one who looked like the sun.

Song Linchuan couldn't stop inquiring about something, but the young Xue Lang liked to ignore his answers, and when he asked too many questions, his eyes became wary.Song Linchuan had no choice but to leave resentfully, went to Feng Yan and said something in a low voice, the two of them laughed together, while laughing, they glanced mockingly at the young Xue Lang.

On the way back, the young Xue Lang followed behind Feng Su as usual, lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, did I embarrass you?"

Feng Su thought "Yes", and asked, "What's wrong?"

The young Xue Lang moved his lips a few times, the light in his eyes dimmed, and he looked downcast like a lost dog.

Feng Su waited for a long time but couldn't hear the other party's words. He thought that there was something wrong with this person, and when he turned around, he was startled by the other party's grievance.

This man looks tall and big, why does he look like a girl

After getting along for two days, the young Xue Lang gets lost at every turn. Feng Su said that he really doesn't understand the other party's fragile and sensitive girl's heart.

In the afternoon, Feng Su was going to visit Concubine Xiang. The mother and son hadn't seen each other for ten days, and the emperor reminded him again. Although Feng Su was very unwilling in his heart, he had to express his filial piety because of the emperor's words.

The young Xue Lang went back to the side courtyard alone.The masters of the Anle Hall didn't want to see him, and followed suit. When the two servants who waited on Xue Lang saw him coming back, they were still sitting on the Mazha eating melon seeds and chatting without raising their eyes.

Only a young eunuch greeted, "Young Master Xue is back."

The young Xue Lang nodded, opened the door and entered the room.

As soon as he entered the room, a bone-piercing chill hit his face, chilling to the bone.

The main hall of An Le Hall was covered with earth dragons, and the charcoal fires burned in those side courtyards were also adequate. It stands to reason that the house would never be so cold, it was as cold as the thatched cottage he lived in before.

The young Xue Lang looked at the charcoal basin suspiciously, the fine silver charcoal was burning red, and it was burning well.

It doesn't matter, anyway, I'm used to freezing early, so let it be cold when it's cold.

What the young Xue Lang didn't see was that a ghost was hanging upside down from the beam of his room, taking a nap.

Ghosts are not as tired as human beings, and they are full of energy twelve hours a day. Xue Lang wanders around in the palace, with nowhere to go, and the hatred in his chest is driving him crazy. He didn't want to listen to the bald donkey chanting sutras, so he simply huddled in the young man Xue Lang's room, neither looking at nor listening to anyone.

He stayed for a whole day, and the ghost had a sinister aura, which froze the burning warm room like a cold outside.

The young Xue Lang stayed in the room for a while, then went out to call the little eunuch at the door, "Do you have any books here?"

The little eunuch was confused for a moment, "Book? Do you want to read, Mr. Xue?"

"Wait for the servants to ask Chang Guanshi what books the young master wants to read."

The young Xue Lang hesitated, "Just those enlightenment books? The more the better."

Xue Lang on the beam suddenly opened his eyes, and let out a cold snort.

After a while, the two little eunuchs brought a big rattan box, one of the little eunuchs said with a smile: "When the manager heard about it, he asked the servants to find these books in the warehouse. Mr. Xue, see if there is anything else you need. ?"

The young Xue Lang opened the box and looked at it, but he couldn't understand it.

Raising his hand to take the box, the two eunuchs needed to work together to lift the box, the young Xue Lang took it easily and thanked him.

But the little eunuch rubbed his hands, hehe smiled and still stood in front of the door.

The young Xue Lang couldn't figure it out, and asked in confusion: "You guys"

The two eunuchs looked at each other, and one of them smiled and said, "Mr. Xue is very strong. This box is very heavy. It took a lot of effort for the servants to carry it over."

The young Xue Lang finally understood, put the rattan box into the house, fumbled for a long time from his sleeve, took out a dusty money bag and opened it - there was only a penny and a half of money in it.

The young Xue Lang paused for a moment, then put the half of the money into the hands of the little eunuch, "Excuse me, both of you, take it to buy wine."

The eunuch's smile froze, he took the money and stuffed it into his sleeve, "Thank you Mr. Xue, the servants will not bother you." After speaking, the two left. The young Xue Lang closed the door, opened the rattan box and began to look inside. Book.

Outside the door, the little eunuch walked a long way before he touched the half-hanging money in his sleeve, threw it out, shook it, and scoffed, "Poor ghost."

Xue Lang swayed, sat up from the beam, and changed to sitting upside down, watching the young Xue Lang flipping the book condescendingly, with mocking eyes.