Bring home the national male god of the fast-passing system

Chapter 1794 Jiang Wujiang Extra Story (4)

Ming Feng was stunned on the spot.

Sadness and joy mixed in my heart.

Naturally, only His Majesty can save him, but is His Majesty willing?
There was a faint smile on his face, although the smile was light, it was full of joy.

He forced himself to go to bed calmly, and simply put his arms around Jiang Wujiang.If you can enjoy each other for a moment, you don't have to hate and hate for a lifetime.

Jiang Wujiang sighed silently, and there were clouds floating in front of her eyes, she is an emperor after all, even the most willful person sometimes can't be willful, why don't you let go, just let go!
This thought is but a moment.

She smiled and put it aside.

If it really breaks up, what is the use of the king who has been sitting for more than 20 years?
outside the window.

The wind blows the trees and shakes the shadows of the branches.

inside the window.

The red silk tent is warm, and after more than ten years of companionship, it is not heartless after all. Jiang Wujiang stretched out his arms to hug Mingfeng. She tried hard to recall in her mind, but she couldn't recall what Mingfeng looked like when she was a child.

For a long while, there was only a silent sigh, Fonu was her lover, and she was Mingfeng's lover, and it is normal for life to be negative.

She thought of that person, who used to be so happy with Hong Chen, but didn't force Hong Chen to do anything he was unwilling to do. In the past, she thought it was too long-winded, but now that she thinks about it, it's clearly emotional timidity.

The happier you are, the more cowardly you are, the more you don't want him to be unhappy...

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After that day.

Everything seems to be back to the way it was before.

The difference is that people's hearts seem to be more peaceful, as if a ceremony has really removed all impetuousness in people's hearts.

Ming Feng and Ruo Lan took the initiative to reduce the palace expenses, the more they were in high positions, the more they were reduced. On the contrary, the salary of the servants at the bottom was not much, but it was slightly reduced.

Looking at the things donated by the harem, Jiang Wujiang felt a faint warmth in his heart.

Jealous of lack of money, she couldn't help but want to kill the minister. A top-down bureaucratic rectification is slowly going on. Before long, there will be turmoil in the court. Everyone is in danger. It is up to these ministers to share their worries for the emperor.

The amount of money that Mingfeng mobilized from the harem was not much, but the silent support meant a lot.

Thinking of this, the eyes become more fierce, even the people in the harem know that I am short of money, don't those people who go to court all day long to prepare for the country don't have such eyesight?

A cleansing began vigorously.

those days.

People often die in the court.

The garden was full of splendor yesterday, like the home of a duke who is rich and honored, but the next day, he might be full of blood and empty.

This continued for more than a month, and finally enough money and food were prepared.Many corrupt officials were killed, and many cruel officials were released. After this incident, Jiang Wujiang's power was unprecedentedly concentrated. There has never been an emperor in history like her, who banned orders and made government orders smoothly.

There has never been an emperor who kills people like her and is unparalleled.

Mingfeng also gradually understood why His Majesty would often go to Baoguang Temple to meet Buddha slaves and copy scriptures, that was probably the last peace in her heart.

Spring plowing is gradually coming to an end.

The war with Wushui Kingdom is also in full swing, and news of success comes from the border from time to time.

Jiang Wujiang's eyebrows finally relaxed. Summer floods and autumn harvest are all things to come later. She still has about a month to breathe. Before long, there will be untamed rivers flooding, and flood control will cost a lot of money. It is better to think about what to do in the future during the rare month when you can relax.

As soon as I was free, I remembered that I hadn't been to Baoguang Temple for a long time.

The grand lady looked at her face, and hurriedly stepped forward to report: "Your Majesty, Abbot Neng, ordered by Baoguang Temple, said that he will pass away soon."

"Huh?" Jiang Wujiang squinted his phoenix eyes and frowned slightly. "That's all you said? What else did you say?"

The palace lady said calmly: "I only said this one sentence."

Jiang Wujiang pondered for a while, then stood up, and said coldly: "Show me!"

"Yes!"

The emperor's carriage is very stable.

Jiang Wujiang understood what the old monk was thinking.

The old monk was about to die, and he was afraid that if the emperor didn't ask about some things, he would be taken to the earth. There were still some things that the old monk wanted to say, at least about Buddha slaves.

The carriage soon arrived at Baoguang Temple.

This time, Jiang Wujiang didn't come here according to the usual day, so he didn't meet Fo Nu, and the road up the mountain felt a bit long.

When she appeared in front of the gate of Baoguang Temple, Abbot Ling Neng was already waiting at the gate, looking ruddy, not like a dying person.

As if understanding the emperor's doubts, Abbot Ling Neng proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said in a deep voice: "It's just a walking corpse holding on to its breath."

Jiang Wujiang nodded. There are precedents for some eminent monks to know the date of their own death in advance.

The old monk Ling Neng has practiced in Baoguang Temple all his life, so it is not surprising that he knows the date of his death.

"Are you waiting for me?"

"There are some things that I haven't explained to His Majesty, I dare not die."

Jiang Wujiang looked at him intently with his dark eyes, Ling Neng didn't panic at all, his aging but clear eyes looked at the emperor quietly, pointing directly at people's hearts.

half an hour.

Jiang Wujiang asked softly: "What happened on the day the regent was ordained? Why did Master Hongchen suddenly decide to return to vulgarity?"

"Amitabha, I think His Majesty knows."

"I want to hear from you, will you lie?"

"Monks don't tell lies. The old monk naturally wouldn't tell lies."

Ling Neng lowered his eyes and recounted everything that happened that day: Master Hongchen had shaved off his black hair, and when he woke up the altar, tears suddenly flowed down his face. There was an epiphany in his eyes, expressing that he wanted to Return to vulgarity.

After all, Ling Neng bowed and said: "That's how it happened, the old monk didn't hide it at all, and when I think about it afterwards, I often can't figure it out. I don't know what happened, which will make Master Hongchen show a mixture of sadness and joy. .”

Jiang Wujiang listened carefully, what Abbot Ling Neng said to her was no different from the news she had received before, it seemed that the facts were the same.

But, still not reconciled, what happened, why is it like this?What is the mystery here?
"When did you pass away?"

"Seeing His Majesty, Lao Na has no regrets in his heart, but it's just a matter of these two days."

When he talked about his death, he didn't feel any sadness at all, as if he was talking about an extremely ordinary thing. It seemed that he really took life and death lightly.Jiang Wujiang has a lot of admiration.

She clasped her hands together, gave a salute to Master Ling Neng, and then walked outside.

When he got to the door, he stopped again. "You don't ask me to take care of your disciples and grandchildren?"

Ling Neng laughed. "This is a royal temple, and it is His Majesty's property. If His Majesty wants to take care of it, he can take care of it. If he doesn't want to take care of it, he can let it fend for itself."

Jiang Wujiang "haha" smiled and went out.

It turns out that this place is her property, and the Buddha slave is also hers. This world is hers, but it is not a place where she can do whatever she wants.

Fonu was rare to be quiet today.

He stood in the bamboo forest, did not meditate, did not dig bamboo shoots, did not chant scriptures, and did not go out to visit the little fox who often brought him rabbits. He seemed to have forgotten these little things and was immersed in the atmosphere of being alone.

"What are you thinking?" Jiang Wujiang's steps were very light, but he still had three points of power.

Fonu turned around with a smile on his brows and eyes. "You came?"

"What are you thinking?"

Fonu's smile disappeared, and Jiang Wujiang's unfamiliar sadness appeared between his brows. "Master said he was going to pass away."

"Hmm! Are you afraid that you will lose your master?"

"Everyone is very happy, and I also feel that I should be happy, but I can't laugh." Fonu looked at his palms, a little dazed. He had read scriptures all his life, and he didn't understand many things about time. He always felt Master, Senior Brother and Junior Brother have existed for thousands of years, but now, it seems to be different from what I imagined.

"If you don't want to laugh, then don't laugh." Jiang Wujiang moved his fingers slightly, brushing away a flying catkin that stuck to Fonu's body.

Fonu laughed and said, "Am I not smart? Many of my brothers and sisters understand things at a glance, but it takes me many times to understand, and most of the time I still can't figure it out."

"If you don't understand, then don't think about it." Jiang Wujiang looked at Fo Nu's pure face and said in his heart, you don't know how pure you really are.

Maybe not the first-class intelligence, but the first-class clarity.

It is precisely because of this that I can stand in front of you calmly.

Fonu seemed to be amused by his own thoughts. He was clear in his heart, and he was not good at life and death. It is rare to be able to think about these things today, so he no longer forced himself to think about it. I don't understand the truth.

He laughed and said, "I'm going to take out Master's quilt to dry, the sun is very good today, it's a good time to dry the quilt."

After speaking, he walked to the Zen room.

There was a flash of light in Jiang Wujiang's eyes. "Maybe Abbot Ling Neng will pass away tomorrow."

Fo Nu frowned and thought for a moment, then calmly said: "Today is alive."

There was a hint of Zen in these words, Fonu himself didn't notice it, but Jiang Wujiang was stunned, looking at Fonu's distant figure with complicated eyes.

Evening came soon.

Jiang Wujiang did not go back, but stayed overnight in Baoguang Temple.

The night at Baoguang Temple is naturally much cooler than that of the Imperial Palace.

Looking from the direction of Baoguang Temple, you can see the Lonely Palace, which is a different kind of tranquility, covering all the joys and sorrows, swords and swords.

Day two.

Feru told her to get up early to watch the sunrise.

The magnificent view of the sunrise is so beautiful, after watching it, the stagnation in my heart dissipated, and instead, a soul-stirring spirit rose up, which was extremely open-minded and transparent.

Jiang Wujiang smiled and said, "How about I stay with you in Baoguang Temple?"

The fact that Abbot Xu Lingneng was about to pass away stimulated Fo Nu, this time the Fo Nu was completely different from the previous escape, he thought about it seriously, shook his head and said: "If you become a monk, then who will be the emperor? You are very good at being an emperor, you were born to be an emperor, just like me, I was born to be a monk."

Jiang Wujiang's eyes rolled slightly. "Do you think I'm a good emperor?"

"That's natural, doesn't everyone think so?" Fonu looked surprised, as if it was a matter of course.

Jiang Wujiang's mood became even happier. She stood up, looked at the red sun in the sea of ​​clouds, and suddenly made a decision...

"Shave for me!"

In Baoguang Temple, Jiang Wujiang spoke indifferently.

Ling Neng's eyes were slightly opened, but his face still looked peaceful and serene. He was about to die, and he thought that nothing could shake him in the slightest, but today he found that he was still wrong.

Jiang Wujiang's words caused a burst of surprise.

Numerous monks whispered to each other, their eyes darting back and forth between Jiang Wujiang and Fo Nu.

Ling Neng uttered the Buddha's name, and said slightly: "I obey!"

He could understand that what Jiang Wujiang was talking about was shaving, not becoming a monk.

Jiang Wujiang smiled, talking to smart people has never been difficult.

Ling Neng waved his hand, and someone brought a shaving knife.

Jiang Wujiang's black hair fell down, which turned out to be a rare and peerless beauty. Her beauty was once suppressed by her majesty, and only here can she show her most beautiful and pure side.

Facing such a head of black hair, Abbot Ling Neng didn't have the slightest regret. He said he was offended, and cut off three thousand strands of trouble with scissors. The black hair fell to the ground, fluttering, and the dense ink was like clouds, stained with a gentle look.

All around, the sound of scripture recitation sounded, with a pure and holy meaning.Jiang Wujiang's heart was extremely quiet, she closed her eyes, quietly feeling the sensation of the knife scraping her scalp.

Finally, the shaving is over.

Jiang Wujiang said indifferently: "Point to the Lingtai."

Abbot Ling Neng instantly understood what Jiang Wujiang was going to do. With a smile on his brows and eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and said: "This matter can only be done by the old monk."

The spiritual water was quickly brought up, and it scattered between Jiang Wujiang's eyebrows.

Abbot Ling Neng whispered softly: "A little bit, a little bit to get rid of the troubles in the world of mortals..."

Jiang Wujiang closed his eyes and used his senses to magnify the surrounding things infinitely.

She wants to follow the example of the world of mortals.

She wanted to know what Hongchen saw when he was awakened from the Lingtai, what did he see his lover?Or is it your own destiny?
Jiang Wujiang's idea is very simple, she wants to reproduce the situation at that time, to see if she can see something, so as to get enlightenment from the future or the past.

Originally, she could plan her time and do this work slowly, but it was no good. Abbot Ling Neng was about to pass away, so she didn't have so much time to plan carefully, so she could only take one step at a time.

In the hall where Hongchen was ordained, all the people who were ordained for Hongchen are there, and the right time, place and people are all gathered together.

Jiang Wujiang felt the cool liquid slipping from between her eyebrows, the cool feeling was very exciting, and then the second time the spiritual water came, Jiang Wujiang felt that who seemed to flow into her heart, nourishing her A life full of bloodshed.

For the third time, the spiritual water was sprinkled on the forehead again.

Jiang Wujiang seemed to be shocked by an electric shock, as if a lightning had struck her mind, and as if she herself had entered a fantasy, scenes of magical things rippling back and forth in her mind.

She closed her eyes tightly, but burst into tears instantly.

There was a flash of joy in Abbot Ling Neng's eyes. Instead of disturbing Jiang Wujiang, he sat cross-legged in meditation, quietly waiting for the end of this enlightenment process.

This waited for an hour.

Jiang Wujiang slowly opened his eyes.

(End of this chapter)