Chang Huanxi

"It's okay, I'm sorry to make you worry." Qi Yuan said.

Seeing that his complexion was the same as usual, Hong Ling saw that the moisture in the corners of his eyes had not completely faded away, so he knew what was interesting and stopped talking, sent Huishou to leave first, and asked, "What are your plans next?"

"I plan to go to the Qingxin room where Grandma Huang used to pay respects to the Buddha tonight, to keep a long burning lamp for Grandma Huang, and to copy scriptures. I'm not sincere, but let's talk about it."

Hong Ling nodded, "By the way, I have something to tell you this time, about the corpses buried under the "Sacred Tree"..." She shuddered, and said with horror: "Being special Red, much redder than those in Yunyang. "

It turned out that Bai Rensheng had returned shortly after they left, and Xu Mao didn't dare to let Bai Rensheng see that the disciples who disappeared in Qingwu had become like this now, and it was cold winter, and the corpses would not rot so fast.

So he hurriedly asked someone to put their corpses on the hills outside the city first, but the next day was a sunny day, when Xu Mao found enough people to bury them, he found that they had become such horrible people. Xu Mao was so frightened that he was about to pass out on the spot. This was a serious shadow in his heart. In the end, it was the master who pinched him soberly.

"Do you know about Mi Hua?" Hong Ling asked, "I heard that if the juice of that thing gets too much and then exposed to sunlight, the skin will turn red."

Shen Yanhuan first heard about the name "Mi Hua" from Su Lan, it was Di Jing's plaything.

He later checked and found that it was a kind of small white flower growing on vines, very common in Di Jing, and the petals would turn red when exposed to sunlight. People in Di Jing often ground them into powder to make ointment to resist the wind, sand and sunlight. .

"How do you think they were stained with the juice of the millet flower?" Shen Yanhuan asked, that thing is common in Di Jing, but it never grows in Daliang, and the dead people came from different places and there is no similarity with it The smog on the Yunyang side is naturally unfeasible.

Hong Ling said: "Although it's just my personal guess, I think the soil is the most likely. Have you ever wondered why only the "Sacred Tree" is still flourishing in winter, while everything else is Withered and withered, I thought, maybe it has nothing to do with the tree, but the soil? "

The piece of soil where they were buried was soaked in something containing the juice of the flower, which penetrated into their skin.

"Like... this one?" Qi Yuan pointed to the bodhi tree behind her, and the green leaves covered with snow were swaying in the wind above their heads.

"Trough!" Hongling jumped three feet high, hurried away from the place where she was sitting before, and asked timidly behind the two of them, "Well, there is no corpse here, right?"

"Are there any corpses? There is an underground palace." Qi Yuan said, and then asked, "What did you and Huishou do just now?"

Hong Ling pointed to the complex intertwined ghostly symbols on the ground, "It was a bit strange when I came here. I didn't see a well in such a big monastery. Where did the monks get their water on a daily basis? That kid happened to deliver food. Come here, so I grabbed him and asked, but I didn't expect him to be quite good at talking."

The direction of the underground water flow drawn by Xiao Huishou on the ground is almost the same as the direction of the canal they saw last night.

It's just that there are a few more side branches that have brought in groundwater from other places, not all from the hot springs.

"Do you want to borrow Qingxin Hall?" Huitong met them very readily this time. The arrangement of the temple fair in front of Xing'an Temple has basically come to an end. He seems to be free now, and said in a low and gentle tone: "The Qingxin Hall will only be opened every year when the Empress Dowager comes to pay respects to the Buddha. Please excuse my impoliteness and ask why."

Shen Yanhuan and Qi Yuan looked at each other, Qi Yuan took a step forward and said: "The queen mother is getting old, we juniors should copy scriptures and light lamps to pray for her, I don't know but what's the inconvenience?"

"That's not true..." Huitong looked at him suspiciously, "But the Fourth Highness is a cultivator...it's rare to have such a heart for Buddha."

Qi Yuan: Although they seemed to be ridiculed, they still managed to get the key to the Qingxin Room from Huitong.

As soon as the heavy and simple wooden door is pushed open, the old and simple atmosphere is oncoming. In the middle of the small room, there is a solemn lacquered gold Buddha statue, the long desk of the old empress and several futons. Placed in front of the Buddha statue, there is a thick stack of rice paper on the table, the lower part has turned yellow and wrinkled, while the upper part is still white and flat, it is the Buddhist scriptures copied word by word by the old lady herself.

Qi Yuan's hand caressed it for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

Shen Yanhuan closed the door, walked to him, took two futons and knelt down, kowtowed to the Buddha statue, then took a pen and paper, and continued to write along the part that the old lady hadn't finished copying.

Although the cleansing room is usually locked and no one will come in, the ground is still clean, with only a light layer of dust, which disappears with a light blow.

The two haven't spoken since they came in, and the only sound in the room is the slight rubbing sound of the brush touching the rice paper.

Qi Yuan also knelt down, leaned against him, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, picked up his pen and began to copy.

When he said that his heart was not sincere, he was not talking about the difference between Buddhism and Taoism, but that no matter what he did, he always did it with other purposes, and never did it with one heart and one mind.

That's why Master Zili said that he will never be able to seek the supreme way of heaven in this life, and he is not worthy of Kunlun swordsmanship.

Even now when I kneel in front of this Buddha statue and recite the rebirth mantra for my relatives, I am thinking about digging out the secrets of the temple.

And the people around him looked focused, and they were extremely serious about every stroke, so that everything was done with their heart, which was what he wanted most.

Qi Yuan withdrew his gaze, and resumed what he was doing.

After all the thoughts were restrained, the time passed very quickly. When they came in, the dozens of long candles that were lit were almost burnt to the bottom. If the people around him didn't suddenly put their heads on his shoulder, Qi Yuan didn't even realize it. It's night.

No one dared to disturb them here, and at first glance, he actually forgot where he was for a moment.

The stack of papers in Shen Yanhuan's hand was already covered with handwriting, and they were neatly folded and placed in front of the desk. She presumably finished writing when she was in a trance, but she didn't make a sound to disturb him.

Right now, he really couldn't hold back and fell asleep. He hasn't closed his eyes since yesterday, so he must be very tired.

Under the light of the candlelight, the shadows cast by Shen Yanhuan's long eyelashes covered the slight blackness under his eyes.

The long night was as bright as day, Qi Yuan put his coat on his shoulders, quietly waiting for the last candle to go out.

Shen Yanhuan's dream was extremely tortuous. First, she dreamed that she was thrown in the air for a long time, and then she dreamed that she was pushed into the flaming mountain and broke out in a sweat. No, when he finally tried his best to open his eyes, it was already bright outside.

He was held tightly in Qi Yuan's arms, he was still awake at this moment, he was still awake yesterday before he lost consciousness, and he didn't know how late it was until he returned to the room where they were resting.Shen Yanhuan carefully removed his hand and got off the bed.

When passing by the bronze mirror on the table, Shen Yanhuan was suddenly startled, looked down, and found that Qi Yuan probably only helped him take off his coat.

He went back and covered the bed curtain, took two bronze mirrors, one large and one small, and pulled down his inner coat to look at his back.

The young shoot had already climbed onto his shoulders at this time, and the stretched branches had produced leaves, and it might not be long before they would produce flower buds and fully bloom.

But now is not enough, now is not the time, he can't leave now.

Hearing a sound behind him, he quickly pulled up his clothes and put on his coat, pretending to be nonchalant, moistened a cloth towel from the tub and wiped his face, then closed the door softly and went out.

The plum blossoms in front of Ningshou Palace are in full bloom.

In order not to be seen by those who are interested, the only three empresses in the harem still have to go out to pay the old queen every day and sit in the Ningshou Palace routinely.

"Yesterday my brother asked my father to bring me a letter." Gu Lianxiang took out a thick envelope, opened it, quickly picked out the pile full of nonsense and threw it aside, and wrote The business one was handed over to Fu Yueying who was seated on the right.

Concubine Shu's elder brother, Gu Lianxiang, is the designer of the secret tunnels in the imperial city, and the number one master of the mechanism formation, Gu You.

Qi Mo and Su Lan served tea to the three empresses, and stood behind the empress in an orderly manner.

"It is said that Jingchuan Yinshan Elder Guan Dan colluded with Di Jing?" Fu Yueying glanced quickly and asked in surprise.

Qi Mo also saw something in general, and asked, "Ms. Concubine Shu, is this believable?"

Gu Lianxiang smiled slightly and said, "It's unbelievable." Her smile made people's hair stand on end, and a cold chill emerged from the bottom of my heart.

"How to say?" Fu Yueying asked.

"My brother, the letter I sent this time only wrote five pages of nonsense. The handwriting was messy and he had nothing to say. Heh, he is very guilty. I think that Elder Jingchuan should be fine. The problem is my brother. It is."

Gu Lianxiang still had a generous and decent smile on his face.Concubine Hui Song Guanya gently tugged on her sleeve, and Gu Lianxiang softened the expression on his face as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"My brother has ambitions. My father and I are very aware of this. When the palace city was being built, my father found out his private collection of blueprints. It's just that he has been away from home for so many years. We thought he collected the blueprints. With this in mind..." Gu Lianxiang gritted his teeth, "I'm afraid there will be no peace in this palace."